IT'S MY LIFE......

Lucky, Brave or Practical ?

2010-01-12T00:11:00.002+05:30

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 ?

2009-03-02T00:36:00.003+05:30

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 :)

2008-08-08T16:11:00.002+05:30

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 ...

2008-04-27T22:47:00.000+05:30

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 !

2008-02-17T21:24:00.000+05:30

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...

2008-02-09T15:06:00.000+05:30

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

2007-11-22T23:21:00.000+05:30

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 ...

2007-11-17T00:07:00.000+05:30

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...

2007-10-16T16:04:00.000+05:30

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

2007-09-16T23:10:00.000+05:30

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

2007-09-05T01:49:00.000+05:30

- 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....

2007-08-28T20:14:00.000+05:30

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

2007-08-19T23:41:00.000+05:30

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 ?

2007-08-12T23:47:00.000+05:30

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 !

2007-08-01T23:30:00.000+05:30

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

Apno Rajastan !

2007-07-15T23:55:00.000+05:30

A few days ago we were needed to attend my cousin’s wedding. It happened in another city of Rajasthan only, a city that is famous for containing Ranthambore in its borders. Going from Jaipur to this place, or for that matter to any of my grandparents’ place make us have a glimpse of typical Rajasthan that lives in rural areas. Have a look at these snaps, I took on our way from car –
banjar hai sab banjar hai !

you know why these bulls are tied up,to plough those parched fields !

These tiny plants looks like those which were flowing in backwater in Kerala !

can u dare,make your house in the middle of nowhere !

what a great weapon to make goat walk on her way !

Only one thing resembles in this pic to kerala, something that looks like hills !

hey look, something green !

They say national animal is lion, i say my state's animal is Camel and its taller and bigger too. No second opinion about it- that i just love this pic !

wo neem ka paid aur wo jhopdi !

Then these are some, when we had to put break on accelerator of our car since my chacha’s car was left behind.I took some pics untill they came within our sight.

ek din mai bahot upar jaungaa !!

see, we too go to school in school uniform and remain in those even when we are not in school !!

ye hai mere des ke pahalwaan nojawan !!

Then this is something what can be seen in every female’s hand in any Rajasthani wedding. It looks nice in black while henna-doing is in progress and it looks nicer when it leaves that typical henna color in your hand. My hand in snap is filled slightly more with it, I mean generally girls do a little less in terms of length. But hold on, bride’s hand is made to be filled till elbow !! Same goes with legs till half the length of the knees, though it depends on bride’s patience !

Front view of my hand -

Back view of my hand –

A mandatory ritual a day (or two ?) before wedding ceremony –
uii maa! kya powerful mahilaye hai !!

ok, so matki utarne ki bhi team hai alag se !

And this is how a gonna-be-couple looks like (my di and jijaji) –

You know what is this, right in the black sky with a little star !

This is my sweet and iklauti ( only) ni(e)ce star –bahar itne matki ke saath karnaame dikhaye ja rahe hai aur apko neend aa rahi hai!

This is Bazrang-Bali in my grandparents village-
jai ho bazrang bali !

Firstly I was amused to see those dried up fields, naked hills and landscapes and those natural sceneries covered with shrubs and trees. How opposite these two backgrounds are from each other ! When they say India is ‘unity in diversity’, I make sense out of diversity having seen so many colors, cultures, backgrounds in snaps, but I see a good example of unity in mass bunks only, that too in this semester only .Something I have been trying to establish for all those gone semesters :p. At least I got success, finally !!

Some more Pics from Kerala..

2007-07-09T12:48:00.000+05:30

Clouds all around, and ever seen clouds below your eyes ? (except in airplane)

Green sheet spread out everywhere along the road !

White smoke coming out of green plants ?

On the way from Munnar to Thekkady at about 5.30 AM

In backwater

Again of Asia's biggest backwater !

Of Periyar National Park !

Water fall which can be found so frequently on the way.

Now tell me dosen't it seem that some professional photographer took it !Well all above ones were taken by yours truly only.pat on the back,anu !

Hmm..kitne din mai naha rahe ho, haathi bitua ?

So, tell me where you gonna spend your next vacations ?

A wonderful trip to God's own country !

2007-07-08T02:21:00.000+05:30

So, here I am to talk about our fabulous Kerala trip. It all started with 6th June when we left for Kerala. It was an 8 days, 9 nights’ Indian Airline’s package called Enchanting Kerala. Now having been in Kerala, I understand why they people call it God’s own country. Simply an amazing state.

Coincidentally on Jaipur airport we saw in fact met the world champion Table-Tennis team from China. They guys were here for some seven days for the world cup championship and that was the day for them to return home and actually with one more cup( you know China has been world Champion for years). Everybody of them was holding Jaipuri razai in one of hands, you must be aware that jaipuri razai are world famous for its warmth. I and my bro went to see them and congratulate them, who were sitting just a couple of seats away from us. This is the world champion team from China
Before noon we reached Kochin via Mumbai. A red Innova was waiting for us on the airport with a white dressed innocent looking guy as our driver called Shakir bhayya. Directly from there we went to hotel. Also, there I found out that Kochi and Cochin are the same places. Earlier I have heard from some people that they are different. But actually it’s not true, both are same. Ernakulum is new Cochin and Cochin itself is the old Cochin. Though when I saw Cochin airport, I wasn’t impressed at all. I mean how can you expect stinking restrooms at an airport? I presumed ki this place might not be that great as what we thought of Kerala as a mesmerizing state. But soon I was proven wrong. Sometimes first impression is not the last one. Moreover for a rajasthani it’s just simply a delight to eyes, our eyes just popped out seeing such lavish greenery. Although we have been to many other green places like Portblair and Mussorie, Dehradoon and full south but like every other experience in our life it was a unique sight in itself. Also visiting this place reminded me of a unique friend who has been there for a few months. I was like- ‘oh, so that ullu was at this great place for months and he used to talk about this hero on posters called Mamooty in his blog’.

Having seen Kochi, I thought no one can found this much greenery and pure environment anywhere else. But next few days proved that natural beauty we saw in Cochin was least among all places which were included in our itinerary.

Without going in detail about what we saw, what information we gathered about history of those places, I would just say ki I haven’t seen any state so clean so managed and with so many educated and helpful people. Year after year I see in my state that even a single first rain damages the roads (leave out those janpath, rajpath and big-guys roads), water accumulation can be seen in abundance. If you are passing by some circle after rain you will find half of the area around circle’s center filled with water. Though Jaipur is quite planned city but still it lacks in some areas and colonies. In Kerala (wherever we have been) you will never see any pothole on the roads filled with water. Roads are so smooth and made of good quality material. Things like these give really a clear idea about any state’s progress and evolution.

After Cochin, it was Munnar then Thekkady then Alleppy then Kovalam and finally Kanyakumari. Among these places Kanyakumari was the one we visited for the second time. It was 3-dhaam-yatra covering almost whole south when we were in Kanyakumari last time, and I must be in just 3rd or 4th class then. First time I was on some likewise trip was when I was hardly of 4 years. Thanks to bank facility, that after every four years we get the opportunity to enjoy our holidays at places of our choice.

See the irony, we were at kanyakumari for the second time and we could not even see a single sight in Munnar because of that damn strike by taxi-wallas for three days. And believe me it was such a mesmerizing place that you can’t help but highly disappointed for not being able to go for any single sight. Only the outer look, dense greenery, the plants-trees spread out on every single hill/mountain, white clouds coming out of this big green splendid sheet, the dazzling deep narrow bottoms and those gleaming waterfalls were more than enough to show us a glimpse of Munnar. I mean its been more than 20 days since we have done with this Kerala trip but every moment is so vivid in my memories with all its beauty that makes me wonder and say ‘ was I really at such a heavenly land’ . No matter how much I try I would never be able to do the justice with the beauty I have seen, in my description. If any time you make it to Kerala don’t ever miss out this great place.

So because of this bad luck, we had to move from Munnar to Thekkady in as early in the morning at about 5 o’clock, as we were told that after sunrise it won’t be possible to move out from this town. I must have seen the most marvelous sunrise of my life and most terrific scenes out of the window of our car on our way to Thekkady. I realized most beautiful things are hard to explain, specially when it’s just breathtaking!
Though while appreciating these breathtaking scenes, there was actually some more activity going simultaneously, and taking my breaths away – vomiting. In spite of the great ambience in and out of ac car, those never-ending turns on the way made me sick like anything. From Cochin to Munnar and Munnar to Thekkady were the journeys which made everyone of us sick to our stomach and I was extreme. When we would ask driver about the time of journey, he would say 3 hours. But of this throwing-event it would stretched out to some 4-5 hours. From Munnar to Thekkady I threw out for five times whatever was in my stomach (if at all there was something to be thrown out). After having experienced this and observing that this way it will spoil our amazing trip, I for coming 2-3 days, skipped my breakfast, lunch and directly took dinner after reaching destination at the end of the day . This used to be my diet for the whole day before taking an ultra light dinner for a couple of days.

Here I give you my free advice ki always carry mineral water bottles with you. No matter how much filtered/mineral water your 3-4 star hotel and restaurant offers you as in our case, always go for sealed mineral water bottle. Change in water worsens that turns-effect. Never mind those few notes of hundred bucks, believe me it will smoothen your journey. And put a few pouches of Hajmola, it really lightens you and make your mood fine.

As soon as Thekkady passed, it was alright since plain has just started. Journey after this end was cool. Though every place in our itinerary was great but Kovalam was something that looked first among equals. That is also because, the hotel (Samudra) of KTDC (Kerala Tourist Development Corporation) we were assigned has its own beach at the back (others had just swimming pools). In fact every hotel Indian guys arranged for us was very nice. Though Eastend at Munnar and Samudra at Kovalam were closer to Mother Nature and so more gorgeous. Even the surroundings and interior were so spectacular at these two hotels.

A view of the hotel's beach from room.

Really, a great place to be with your family or be just with your that beloved one. I mean as single person as I am, who can feel so romantic, you can imagine how high you can feel with your angel. Seems KTDC fed me to do marketing for Kerala ! Well how does it matter if you feel good during your stay in their state !

During this whole trip I observed a few things, that are so unique about Kerala, like-
1. Lungi clad men with shirts. You won’t see them wearing t-shirts, suits or even jeans.

2. All women out there can be seen having same hair-style/do, something like this lady in the snap. Similarly like men they have also restricted themselves into saree and salwar suits. You won’t see any girl in jeans/trousers, top or skirts.

3. This really is one of the best parts we observed in this state that we didn’t see any single beggar at any place. This really surprised us though in positive way.

4. People out there are not fashion savvy. But this doesn’t affect their ambitions of making it big, though in simple yet determined way. No need to mention the literacy rate of this state. People here are actually educated, peaceful and helpful though without being in the pace with the world when it comes to wearing trendy clothes or looking smart and cool.

5. These guys do have great belief in Ayurveda and natural therapies and everything that involves nature in healing or rejuvenating. You can find many Ayurvedic massage and spa center on roads, markets, even in homes.

6. When I use Pantene or Vatika shampoo and Lakme conditioner on my hairs, ladies of this state use various plants’ root, leaves, stem and what not, get their essence and apply it on hairs. And guess what? They totally use their home made coconut oils on hairs. Now you know the secret of black and dense hairs of Keralite women ! This was told to us by our driver and the lady who took us around to show us a big spice garden. We in fact purchased a couple of types of oils their, very very costly though. Actually we got so excited after listening all this that we were like- ‘ye bhi lei le, wo bhi le le’ !

7. Though whatever time we would get at the end of the day we would see Sony, MTV or whichever channel 2 of us agreed on (we would get 2 rooms everywhere so in one room it was fortunate one of us who could see channel of his/her choice and in the other room, it would be fight between two persons). But at times just to have a glimpse, that how Kerala’s actors/ actress look like, we would change our channel to regional ones for a few seconds. I noticed one thing that though heroines are digestible and some are even nice looking but heroes are like total uncleji type, having moustache with the density that any innocent person like me can be immediately frightened of !

8. Last one I can recall is, in buses, windows are without glasses. Obviously given the humidity out there, its must. I noticed that even after a day or two my color turned to quite dusky one. I mean, I also don’t have fair color but it isn’t whitish either. During some 7-8 days we didn’t witness any scorching heat or intense sunlight (resulting into sun burns) that actually are the causes of dark color in south. Might be current atmospherical conditions like temperature-humidity balance and pressure are responsible for that dusky effect.

Well, so Kanyakumari was the last place in our package. From there we needed to reach at Trivendrum to catch the flight for Mumbai. I had one of my good friends there in TCS Training Center but because of time constraint I could not meet her (nowadays she is in Mumbai, though). My parents were also of the same opinion that when we have come so far we should meet her. But we actually failed to manage some time for her.

But as in Munnar case, guess strike sequence hasn’t ended there. It was Indian Airlines guys only who decided to be on nation wide strike. Since all our flights were of Indian we had to wait at Trivendrum airport for 4 hours as most of their flights got delayed. Had we known it before we would have made it to meet my friend rather getting bored at boring airport.

Somehow we reached to Mumbai and soon got to know ki our flight to Jaipur next day has been cancelled. So for two nights we stayed at papa’s very close friend and relished lunch, dinner at other close friends. Uncle, aunty were also happy hearing that we were not rushing. Earlier they had complaint that we were not staying for a couple of days more to enjoy together. Similar kinds of complaints a couple of my friends hold who are in Mumbai. But you just can’t manage to meet them in a single day, given the long distances this metro is known for. Moreover when you are with family, you have to follow your folks and give priority to those who they give to. That’s the reason that I didn’t tell anybody except one that I am in Mumbai. And the one who knows ridicules me saying- ‘ yahi hai dosti ?kitni jaldi bhool jate hai na log dosto ko…amazing’ !. Sorry dude, but you know my problem.

And hey, I didn’t know what occurred to me while uncle was planning to take us out, I spoke out- ‘ Uncle, how about traveling in Mumbai local train’ . He actually agreed. From Borivali we went to Churchgate to see our Gateway of India . During this journey, Uncle said that between these two stations there are some 20(don’t remember exactly) stations, lets see who can remember them all while stepping off at Churchgate ! I was able to remember some 14-15 out of them but not like my bro who remembered all. Sis even at beginning was like – ‘huh, kaun yaad rakhe inhe, I better look out of window and see ‘people’ out here !’ We went to India Gate, we went to marine lines and traveled some distance on our foot, relishing that queen’s necklace on beach. And man while returning I saw that over-crowdy view of Mumbai local trains that every other Bollywood movie shows in its originality. Though a little difficult but real experience it was, that so many mumbaikars have every day.

Thanks to Indian that they made some arrangement with Jet Airways and next day on 15th we were home. Though these guys called off their strike right before 20 minutes our original flight was scheduled on. All in all, we were home safe and fine. Nobody of us can forget this amazing trip to such a wonderful place called Kerala. It would be hard to forget any moment of this trip in many years to come. And believe me they guys don’t proclaim this state as ‘God’s own country’ just like that. If you don’t trust me, go have a look by yourself, you will thank me to provoke you and I will thank you to not to trust me !!

Newly made guardian of a couple of gadgets !

2007-06-30T23:09:00.000+05:30

So after a long break from this blog, I am again here safe and sound to blabber all my crap. Well by the way I finally purchased a laptop yesterday, and that was the reason that even having reached home a week ago, I could not update with any post. After getting home, some 2-3 days got spent in getting everything in order and relax. And some 3-4 days in taking a decision for laptop.

First day we were considering Lenovo model and Sony one. Second day Lenovo was eliminated and then the choice was between Sony Vaio N37 model and HP model. Third day it was between HP and Dell. Fourth day HP won the race but again it was between HP Pavilion laptop and HP tablet PC. Don’t think all this elimination and selection was made just like that. A great research has been done by my bro and me, be it in eliminating company/brand or some specific model. I am satisfied about the purchase we have done because it was a well-studied choice. Here I give the specifications of my HP Pavilion DV6314 TX laptop that did cost my papa (or education loan) Rs. 56,800 plus Rs 500 more to avail the ‘free’ gifts so total it’s Rs. 57,300.

Centrino Duo Technology -Intel® Centrino® Duo Mobile Technology
• Intel® Core™ 2 Duo processor T5300
• 1.73 GHz , Level 2 cache 2 MB, 533 MHz Bus speed
• 802.11 a/b/g WLAN
1 GB PC2-5300 DDR2
160 GB Serial ATA, 150 MB/ Sec @5400 RPM
8X SuperMulti LightScribe Double Layer (8.5 GB) DVD +RW/ +R Writer
15.4" WideScreen (WXGA) with BrightView Technology
Genuine Windows Vista™ Ultimate

More you can find here.
This is how my new laptop looks

And this is how my old PC system looks, which did cost Rs. 45,000 with just Pentium-III, 256 RAM and 40 GB HDD including an HP Deskjet Printer, in Dec-2001), now gonna be a companion of my bro in his hostel room.

So if anybody wants to know that why I went for this company and why eliminated or selected one or other at every stage and finally went for this specific model in HP itself, you are most welcome. I will explain it all. Though this decision of having a new machine has been made months ago and I in fact started to search for one of the best models available in market then only. But it was just limited to downloading various models in folder and reviewing them. I didn’t have time either to go into deep and so told papa to buy it only after my exams, placements, Kerala trip and my cousins wedding. And now he insisted to make it in this week only because he needs to join Delhi office in a day or two after getting transferred, so the formality of bank and all, he wanted to make it in his presence so that we don’t face any problem if some arise when he is not around. Such are parents, they always try to save us from any tiniest problem. This one month has been the longest period after 3-4 years that we were together with papa. He was also so happy to spend such a quality time with us for whole one month in Kerala, wedding and in joining period. Though we were expecting him to get transferred to Jaipur only but even Delhi didn’t turn out bad either. Firstly in just 5 hours you are at either of stations with so frequent buses and trains. Then Right now I have around half dozen friends in Delhi and Gurgaon, then many friends in our group are from Delhi or some near cities, then there are so many who are my classmates. I mean as such I wont have any problem regarding new place. In fact this has been the way over the years we were shifting from one place to other so even friends or no friends doesn’t create any difference, neither for me, papa nor for anybody else. By the way, Wish you all the best dad !

Coming to intensive study on laptops, these 3-4 days got me so much knowledge about latest technologies and configuration details that even my whole UG, PG could not get me simply because all we get to learn in our classes is all software field and these programming languages, despite this, I really wanted to make it a mature decision. So the choice made was the result of me and my bro’s day long visits to different showrooms/outlets and a vigorous analysis on the models we were considering at the end of the day at home.

I would also like to thank Rahul who patiently answered my doubts and gave me inputs every time I chatted or called him up, his knowledge surely helped me in making a better choice. In fact while chatting, with him it’s always like (if at all I login for chat) we quickly enter into core technical stuff. I mean in general how many times you end up with techie discussions with anybody in your friends list. But really such a knowledgeable and helpful person he is, I always enriched my technical knowledge and no need to say such a witty person he is that you don’t get bored with all these tech stuff. Thanks buddy !

I guess this has been the month of gadgets. Firstly I purchased a Canon PowerShot A450 Digital Camera. In brief it’s a 5 Mega pixel with 3.2x optical zoom. Full specifications you can find here. It was a gift from my dad on getting placed just before we were going on our Kerala trip. Seriously I didn’t spare it and captured every moment I found worth taking. You can imagine it from the fact that two times I had to get all my snaps transferred on CDs and pics are no more than some 1500 !! Then it was such a fun to record different kinds of dance in my cousins wedding. You know what I mean !! Though after using it so much I found that its performance is not that good in dark, red eye and blurredness come along with it, AT TIMES. Or may be I am expecting too much of quality like a professional photographer. Even at the time of buying I knew ki it won’t fulfil what I exactly want but this was the latest model with all minimum requirement in one of the most economic ranges. Given my high inclination towards photography I have decided that I’ll join photography class as soon as I reach Gurgaon and will buy a more sophisticated camera, may be SLR not less than any 10 MP and 10x Optical zoom with every smart feature by my first or second salary.

And After camera I got this laptop yesterday. Then today it’s a new Videocon 6800 DLX washing machine. Though old one is working fine except its spin so rather wasting money on this 15 year old machine, ma preferred to buy a new one. Obviously nahi to kya bachhe, oops I mean washing machine ki jaan loge kya !
Also in a few days I am getting an iPod shuffle. Though decision on who between my bro and me will take it, is going on. I am trying my best to get it by giving all ‘rational’ logics like -( STEP-1 ) ‘ tujhe padhna hai ya gaane sunne hai, papa dekho padhne likhne ka kaam to hai nahi, din bhar gaane sunta rahega’ ,

apparently his reply goes like this- ‘ haan raajkumaari ji apko to naya cam bhi chahiye, naya laptop bhi chahiye, naya iPod bhi chahiye, naya naya thappad bhi chahiye ?’

me- ‘papa dekho kaise bol raha hai, 4 saal badi hoon mai isse’

papa- ‘ betaaaaa……’ (with a great grin, unable to show the ‘gussa’ to his laadla beta )

he- ‘ papa apne ise sir pe chadha rakha hai, logic to aise de rahi hai as if she doesn’t need to study’

me- ‘oye meri job lag gayi hai, main na bhi padhoo to chalega and that 70% I will manage to maintain, ab bol ?’ (what a joke, as if I used to study before getting placed, lekin bolne mai kya jata hai, I am on the verge of winning an I-pod, you see ! )

he- ‘papa dekho ye koi baat nahi hoti, maine ise apna FM wala cell bhi de diya’

me- 'oye tu kya dega, tere wo pilani gaon mai ek bhi FM ata hai? Bada aya de diya ! uska kya achaar daalta ?’ (Needless to say papa dosent get any chance to have a say )

he-‘ whatever ! ‘
me- ‘shutup !’
he- ‘ ok I am, but I will take iPpod’

Continue loop from the step one till some guests arrive home, realising of how somebody will think of us that how a sis who is going to finish her post graduation and join an MNC soon and how a bro who is studying engineering in one of the top colleges of India are fighting with each other. Or simply ma stops us by threatening - ‘ab jo chup nahi hoga use lawn mai paani dena padega aur saare coolers mai pipe lagana hoga aur car saaf karni hogi !! ‘ .

You see, moms have solution to every problem, and so smartly and ‘peacefully’ !
Who will win this gadget, will be disclosed by time soon, but chances are it would be me and my sis, after all democracy runs by majority of votes.

What more this gadgets purchase is not confined to my home, even my masi on walking distance has purchased a new computer and a Santro car. How funny my mosaji’s questions were and how funny it overall looked when new PC was at his home is something I would describe in one of my next posts. May be it would give me a chance to recall how I was like when I used computer for the first time right after my 12th. If mosaji was behaving in a funny manner, my plight wasn’t any better that time when I worked on PC for the first time.

Including this I have so much to share here, eventful placement experience with so many mixed feelings, reactions, an amazing and beautiful Kerala trip, a great wedding celebration, touching visits to dadi and nani and many more. I hope to be frequent here now, as I am finally home after a month’s outing. Moreover my college gonna start again from next week so it would be a routine schedule again, I have realised, though it sounds strange but its true, that in working days I get more time than in holidays, I mean for myself. Again it would be days of fun and fulltuss masti, with friends, I mean !! You can’t believe how excited we friends are to meet each other after some one and a half month vacations. Since only till December we all are in campus we have decided to enjoy these coming months like never before. And how, that you will get to know by my posts, right now it will suffice to say that my group is one of the most rocking one, in everything you name !! Miss you all my chamcho !! (have I ever said ki they call me sardaar, don’t ask me why !!)

Chalo I am winding up here this, as usual, a long post ! Winamp playing - ‘aahista,aahista ki jay baatein, dhadkane koi sun raha hoga ‘ , a Pankaj Udaas gajal if you remember that came a few years ago, might be when I was in 8th or 9th. As such I am not such a fan or something like that of Pankaj udaas like Jagjeet Singh but yeah some of his gajals (in Saajan also, mera dil bhi kitna pagal hai ye pyaar to tumse karta hai ) are really awesome. Listen them sometime, I guess if you share some of my choice, you will like them. And next one is - ‘ mujhe khabar thi, tu apna nahi paraya hai’ by Lata Mangeshkar from newly launched Album- Saadgi. Just one thing to say about it - I just loved it !!

Ok, now I switch off my light. I love to listen FM in dark staring at ceiling finding I know what till I fall asleep ! And Radio City playing - ‘Zindagi ne zindagi bhar gam diye’ . Nice song !

Sunday Samachaar…

2007-06-03T23:35:00.000+05:30

Ignorance is bliss, I just got to realize when I started research on a digicam and a laptop. There are so many brands so many models fulfilling your requirement that you are just left with a confusing situation. Which one to buy and which ones to eliminate. If anybody is impressed by some specific Canon digicam model under 15K with 5MP or more, 4x optical zoom, then let me know. Laptop thing I can put on backburner for about a month but digicam I gotta buy in just a couple of days for we are leaving to Kerala on Wednesday and I want to have its ‘shree ganesh’ with this exciting trip only.

Ma, papa too reached home. And this last one week made me realized it more, that running a home is nowhere an easy task. Day before yesterday our water motor (the one you use to lift water to water tanks on the terrace) broke down. As I knew who ma calls when this kinda problem arise. I went to the shop to call some mechanic and when he came to home he engaged me with him to such an extent that I was not able to move from the very place where he was checking the motor. The same way ma takes care of the things. He asked me for bulb then tape then scissors then torch then wire then what not. And I as an assistant kept on handing him over all those stuffs. Then came the payment time what he asked was just an unreasonable money for bolting, unbolting and tying two wires which according to him got burnt because of short circuit. After all my logical and rationale bargaining he didn’t cut even a single penny. Anyways after paying what he wanted I realized how difficult it is to manage a home with lots of faults in numerous machines, with lots of people with unreasonable demands and illogical reasons and what not. I have seen ma instructing sweeper to clean the mess infront of the house properly, I have seen her booking gas on phone, reminding if not delivered on time, taking care of daily schedule, list is just endless. In ma’s absence I gathered all those iron-able clothes and sent them to press wali aunty. In her presence I hardly get to know when my clothes got washed and when they got ironed, all I see the pressed surf excel fragrance-filled clothes. Though I have always been a family person and always felt obliged being in such a doting family but I guess staying away from the same loving family for a few days makes you appreciate the treasure you possess, more explicitly. Somebody has said – you know the worth of someone when you are taken far from him/her. After six months I will be in the situation when all this managing-things-by-myself will be a daily routine. I am mentally and physically prepared for all this but a sense of nostalgia I have begun to feel.
Just an advice never ever take your family for granted. They are the people who have been and will be through your ups and downs. I believe it’s our honorable responsibility to be responsive to them in the same manner.

Well, so first it was problem in Kinetic itself and when it got fixed that gujjar reservation thing got in the way of our shopping. My ma would instruct us on the phone ‘don’t you dare to step outside home’. When I’d say ki ‘Jaipur is ok mummy, peace hai koi problem nahi hai yahan’ . But no further explanation would convince her. And now we have so many task to get done and just 3 days. It’s been months I have gone to any shopping spree and so things got accumulated and then my cousin’s wedding added this high need to shop for things. In an hour I am leaving to Lifestyle that got opened just a few days ago in Metropolitan so guess some new stuff would be there to explore moreover it’s near to home.

As far as my experience in placements is concerned, I know it demands a couple of dedicated post. But a lot of things to get done in these couple of days and then the wedding moreover sharing of this PC among 3 restless people are some stoppage which don’t allow me to type as much as I want. Hopefully I will do it after our Kerala trip and wedding, but I will surely do it, also for my own record that what I have done and how did I got through the placement process which initially I was quite skeptic about. One thing is sure whoever among my teachers has seen the lists and my name in two of them must have fallen on the floor out of sudden shock. Among almost all teachers I am regarded as some ‘khurafati’ girl who believes that college time is a success if you utilize your time of class by sleeping audaciously and smartly, and if not sleeping then giggling, gossiping, SMSing, relaxing, copying assignments and everything except listening to lecture. They also knew that the girl is too smart to be inferiorized by anyone. The one who at last manages things smoothly and get through her exams semester after semester and do excel where she wish to (iff). Though their actual response, I will get to know in July when college will reopen but I know for sure this has been their momentous reaction. A couple of my friends share the same status. What more, I guess it was a good shock for my classmates also. Whatever, right now I am sitting peacefully and smiling on these thoughts.

Hey, guess what, till this part I wrote before my shopping spree. Came home just a couple of hours ago. Did a nice shopping and exhausted every rupee ma gave to me except those 3 notes of 10. I really must admit that I am thriftless in my ways. My whosoever hubby gonna have a tough time with me, who my parents are looking for vigorously and excitingly. I am literally not a thrifty one. I see my friends with Rs 10/20 balance in their cell, while it never goes down below Rs 50 in my case. They recharge their cells by 25/50 top up, I do by 200/300 or more thinking 20-30 se mera kya hoga ! They covey their message by SMS, I straightforwardly make a call even when the person on the other end give me a miss call to indicate that she wants me to make her a call. In many other aspects I have noticed that I am light years away from being any penny-pincher. Be it books or eatables or fair or buying any tiny thing. Though I keep myself in a great control but I know this is not natural me. I wish people around me tolerate me somehow, in future also :p . One thing I forgot to mention that guys are really a big no-no for a company while shopping. Its no other but my bro only, who every 10 minutes would tell me –‘kya hai chalna, bahot ho gaya’ . I got so irritated by him that I will always make it a point that he is not with me next time I go for shopping. Seriously, firstly you are not helping out in making a choice then disturbing also by forcing to leave continuously. Anyways who give him a damn, do you listen to anybody when you shop for your shoes !

Shoes se yaad aya, I bought a chappal too. I mean till now I have been buying all those liberty black or brown professional-looking sandals. Today for a change, copying girls of my age, I bought a girly kinda chappal. When my folks at home saw it, their first reaction was – ‘tu pahnegi yeh’ , papa too was surprised. I said – ‘papa all girls do wear footwears like this only’ what he replied to this was- ‘ arrey to kya hua, those liberty ones look nice on you moreover jab khayalat ladko jaise hai toh waise hi footwear pahanne chahiye’ and gave me a sheepish smile. See that’s the problem when you are enclosed by a certain image. Even if you want to try something new for a change people don’t miss to throw the sarcastic remarks with a sheepish smile and you have no other option but to giggle foolishly. Of course papa is not the only one to have such opinions about me. Chalo koi na, mujhe kya !

Ok, so will get back to you after a few days having updates on Kerala trip, though will try to be in touch with this blog if I get net access there. Till then have a great time !

May (I) Update

2007-05-31T23:46:00.000+05:30

These days I am really pissed off with a couple of things. To say I am on holidays but I am not enjoying them the way I wanted them to be. Firstly it’s my Kinetic, it was my very first paper of semester exam when it broke down on the way. Fortunately that week papa was here for his one week training so he’d dropped me and kapoor (as she stayed at my home during exams) off at college by car. Next day it was in Kinetic Service Center and came out of it just 4 days ago when I reached home. Though it’s quite a bit irritating and frustrating story, that I would not like to repeat over here just to drive myself nuts. In nutshell we wasted 3850 on it just to find myself that it broke down some 5 times when 2 days ago I went railway station to drop arora off for her train to home. You can’t imagine how much pissed off I was, having experienced that bad event in a scorching day. Yesterday I spent 560 more to get it fixed just to find it go kaput, again. All my and my sis’ shopping and hanging around plans got smashed. Though today I got it all fixed but don’t know how long it will be ok for. I mean just assume the situation when you got a months vacation and as soon as you reach the home you discover that your loving pulsar or for that matter any bike is not in functional mode. Same is what I have gone through. Just praying that it doesn’t throw any more tantrums. I am tolerating it and not buying new one just because it has its utility for only 6 months. Just one more disorder and I am gonna kick this out of my driveway, really.

Then it’s my great bro and his newly purchased Guitar and his newly joined Guitar classes (though not so new). All time fokat ka singer he is, this guitar thing has added the spice in the cacophony I go through every day. Then it’s my sis who everyday orders a new movie CD to his loving bro just to make sure that my head is gonna blast in the days to come. I mean I really do like to watch movies and in fact I do have my long list of movies that I could not see in these last 6 months. But I must admit I don’t love watching movies. When you love something you don’t mind doing it incessantly. I love playing table tennis, I love reading novels and magazines, I love blogging, I love listening to jagjit’s gajals but I really don’t love watching movies endlessly. Then I am kind of a person who gets bored very easily, so doing something constantly that I just like is not something I willingly do unless or until some marks/grades are associated with it (as if I do pay heed to any damn grade!) .

What more, he brought so many DVDs from his college and loaded them all in my PC that for any further download I need to look out if there is any free space in any drive. For all I am the eldest, but I am at the plight where I am helpless. To what extent my bro and sis tease me, I can’t tell you. To say the least, they just drive me nuts, so much that at times I feel like crying. Everybody must be surprising on this that how can a girl, who does ultimate leg pulling, make fun of everybody, be teased by his own bro and sis. But see, at times it happens that you win over the world but not over your own team. The conclusion is I am having a tough time with these childish and naughty guys in the absence of ma.

These days I feel so strongly about editing my orkut account which asks about the 5 things you can’t live without. I don’t remember what I have written there but I am really not doing justice if I don’t add washing machine to the list. During my stay away from home and away from ma for a couple of days made this thought more intense. Now since ma is not here, like a proper ‘grahini’ I am cooking, doing dishes, washing clothes (what if with washing machine). Today I even did dusting and cleaning too as kaamvali bai was also absent for today. I am badly missing my ma and seriously waiting for the Saturday when she arrives. I even could not talk to her much as the day I reached here after my placements, ma and papa had to leave the next morning. As papa got transferred to Delhi ma went along with him to the place where he is working right now to do all the packing for him. Don’t you think guys are quite poor in packing, even my packing was also done by ma and my bro’s too when last year he took admission in BE program at pilani. Really while helping in house hold chores, guys are just useless in fact irritating :P !! . Papa is good though.

Talking of placements, the scenario has really been very good. All my friends in our group got placed except one. Infact most of the competent junta got placed even when there are some half dozen confirmed companies which are yet to visit the campus. The news is more companies may arrive which initially were not in the list. Well whatever, I just wish our that friend and other remaining get placed as soon as possible so they don’t have to go through that trauma of sitting idle. I myself got placed with IBM and Aricent. IBM was the first company to visit. On 21st may it was our Compiler Designing exam and right after this within 4 hours we left for main campus. Next day at 8 am IBM was giving its PPT in the audi. And the same day at 11.30 pm I turned into an IBMer. And after a couple of days on 26th at the same time I was an Aricentian too. A couple of months ago we were made to fill a preference list of companies. Where they call an individual’s first preference as the dream company. In my preference list I mentioned Aricent as the first one ( the dream company though I would like to differ from this term ‘dream’) and IBM as the second one. I have been lucky that I got both the companies which had top places in my list. Moreover according to our college policy I was in fact not allowed to sit for other companies. That is, once you get placed, if its your dream one you can’t sit for any other company but if its not your dream one (as happened in my case, since IBM was 2nd one not the first one), you can sit only for your dream one. As in my case it was Aricent so I was allowed to sit for Aricent only not any other TCS, Accenture or whatever nor I wanted to. Apparently a good procedure, to give chance to others. Kapoor, Mehta and Appu-jaan too got placed in IBM and Chotu, Pinku, Shekhu, MJ, Arora, Mittal in TCS. Just a summary -

IBM –
Total students appeared in written test – 288
Total students cleared written – 144
Total students cleared Group Discussion (GD) – 98
Total students cleared both the interviews (HR+Technical) – 37 (11 from Jaipur Campus, 26 from Main Campus)

TCS –
Total students appeared in written test around – 250
Total students cleared written around – 150
Total students cleared both the interviews (HR+Technical) – 70 (54 from Jaipur Campus, 16 from Main Campus)

Accenture –
Total students appeared in written test around – 170
Total students cleared written – 70
Total students cleared Group Discussion and both the interviews (HR+Technical) – 33 (20 from Jaipur Campus, 13 from Main Campus)

Aricent –
Total students appeared in written test around – 200
Total students cleared written – 46
Total students cleared Technical Interview– 19
Total students cleared HR Interview – 16 (9 from Jaipur Campus, 7 from Main Campus)

HCL –
Total students appeared in written test around – 200
Total students cleared written around - 65
Total students cleared both the interviews (HR+Technical) – 34

Infosys –
Total students appeared in written test around – 175
Total students cleared written around – don’t have idea
Total students cleared both the interviews (HR+Technical) – 27 (7 from Jaipur Campus, 20 from Main Campus

After this I returned to home. In fact Infosys’ figure I gathered on phone from my friend. Yesterday it was MBT and today Perot and tomorrow CSC, then Impetus then I-Flex then I don’t know the schedule, most probably it will go on till 15th.

Well right now I am feeling quite sleepy, you see sarva gud sampan naari I am in the making. So will write in detail about my whole experience for both the companies in upcoming posts. And I hope from tomorrow I manage a good time management so that novels I have been longing to read for months could be inagaurated by my hand.

On Winamp- ‘meri jindagi kisi aur ki’ – album ‘someone somewhere’ (Jagjit Singh)
Also liked, don’t know wchich movie or album it belongs to – ‘ek ajab sa ehsaas dil ko sataye…shayad yahi to pyaar hai ‘

Rambling vichaar !

2007-05-12T06:11:00.000+05:30

1. Guess what ?a few days ago when it was BC (Biz communication) viva and we were supposed to give our opinions on a topic I fumbled for the right word – foreign reserve or for that matter similar in connotation like FDI. All I could substitute for these words was ‘profit and taxes’. As usual as soon as I was out of room I got recalled all the synonyms for that. The vichaar that came to me as soon as I came out of room was –what would I do ,if I fumble like this in my interviews also. What if I am not able to get rid of ‘rocking hinglish’ in the same. Beta, get up, these guys are not your langotiya friends who will understand you the way you want them to be, so try to get that ‘formal’ flavour in your conversations and develop reservations in school of thought which lordly maintains- ‘yo man.hinglish rocks !’ .

2. At every moment of time I feel a great urgency of getting done with this and that. Every second I am filled with the thought- ‘hey bhagwaan abhi to ye bacha hai vo bacha hai’. Half an hour looks so big to waste but when Mehta or chotu calls you up or vice versa, you keep on doing mix of blabbering and cribbing (though holds true for both the ends) and the time you hang up, what you see, call summary- 25:45 or 35:34 or 20:13, so on, you see. I guess you can make as many permutations and combinations as you wish if not content with 3 examples !

3. I really must be the luckiest daughter and sis of my ma and sis resp. Just to make me comfortable and unoccupied of those couple of things I used to do for home they do it by themselves (these actually include shopping or some official kinda thing). My sis even go to the extent of oiling my locks, getting photostates from the nearby shop, preparing shakes for me which I like, I mean you name it. And what, naalayak me keep butter-maroying her for every tiniest thing- arre yaar please kar dena, please, please, please. And guess what she asks me –‘ pahle bol tina jiji achhi hai, annu bahot gandi hai ’ in all childlike tone and ironically I repeat her. Though what comes later is nothing unexpected. I re-form the statement with putting my and her name at the right places followed by some moti, bhainsi, gadhi and my other favorite names. But still moti (though I don’t know the logic why I call her moti) is the sweetest sis I could have ever had. Blessed I am with such a sweet family !

4. Remembering of hairs, I just got a hair cut a couple of days ago and man believe me I got so many compliments. Right after the cut, I liked it but didn’t love it because when the guy asked me-‘which hair cut’ I said- ‘something different and new, I am bored of steps and layers now’ but now after getting a lotta compliments I am really satisfied with new one. Sometimes being adventurous pays you. Though the one who cut my hairs could not get his due appreciation simply because when he cut my hairs I was a bit confused both about his line-maaroing skills and my cut. I was amazed at his creativity. Out of no fixed haircut he cut my hairs which he later called –three in one something and a nice cut on that. And I was amazed to see him to be too modish and cool to be a hair-dresser. If I begin to explain the whole matter, it would eat up quite a good number of lines. Just in short, he was behaving as if he was one of my great buddies. In between was making me frighten by showing me different weird cuts on my own hairs. In end, it’s proven that all those shown cuts were only the intermediate stages. Sigh ! No surprises, he asked me various kinda info about me. That’s a different thing that how much did I evade. But wonders came when I came out of parlour after payment and he followed me to say- ‘well after 3 months I might not be here in Shahnaaz’ ( as during cut, on asking I told him that I get my hairs cut every 3 or 4 months) to which I replied –‘Oh’ (being not interested where on the hell he would be) .’ I am planning to open up my own parlour’ and a couple of more imposed replies. Well whatever, a nice hair-cut in just 160/- in comparison to 250/- at Shwarjkopf (I might be misspelling) just adjacent to Shahnaaz.

5. Whoever sees me these days comments – ‘ladki kamjor hoti jaa rahi hai, kuch khaya kar’. And I just can’t help but surprise seeing my jeans getting tight. How can people’s perception be more accurate than the jeans and trousers that are giving you exact measure?

6. If I don’t think about all this exams, remaining things to complete and placements, I am at peace. The moment I start calculating things I need to finish up I go dead scared. And I really swear, even if I start to study for 20 hours a day, course is so wide and immense that it won’t last. 5 papers of this semester. A good number of subjects of previous semesters from placement point of view, cv, interview, aptitude test, list is endless. Better I don’t think because I shudder to think of all this.

7. How lucky I am that I will see my bags packed on returning from college on the day of last paper while all my friends in hostels will do it by themselves. Those 3-4 hours before leaving to the main campus on the very last day of exams will be so much of struggle for them just because they don’t have their mom or sis to help them in packing.

8. Your friends have been shopping suits and foot wears for placements and you held back. Why? Because if, in the case of not getting through you wont regret wasting money. Though when I share this with my sis, she says – ‘Abbe rahne de tujhe kabse paiso ka itna khayal hone laga. You have so many pairs, that’s why you yourself don’t feel like buying. Otherwise tu aur kahi shopping mai kami !!’. These times even ma elevates her.

9. I have never been that much surrounded with books. Every morning I get up with books all around me and with them for the whole day. Kya life ho gayi hai ! And these palm size thick books no longer terrorize me !

10. So paradoxical it is that I am finishing a book in a day (the subjects of last semesters). Books we used to finish in a whole semester. Isn’t it so astonishing that under urgency and emergency you become so efficient. In fact in my case I am completing those I didn’t read fully in their very semesters when they were actually needed to score marks. Oh god, why these guys have to ask everything spread over all the semesters, area of interest on that too. And guess what, I am still not prepared with this, my so called area of interests.

11. My bro is coming home on the very day of my first exam, i.e tomorrow. No doubt I gonna screw my second and successive papers a big time given his operative, energetic and involving activities. Time can’t be better for me to go green seeing my bro and sis all chirping and playing.

12. What a big alsi tattoo I have become that every time my mom orders me to study on table sitting on chair, I just in a couple of minutes get back to my comfy double bed with all relaxed position. I and my ma,sis just wonder how many body postures I change on bed. You won’t see me in the same position after half an hour. After all, I AM studying so no conditions applied !

13. Why your friends start giving you missed calls and smses after 10-11 pm like perfect ulliz. Is it the indication of the fact that they are on the same plight-restless, confused and nervous or is it just those normal miss they send you on any usual night to validate that they are staying in hostels where life begins in night.

14. How accustomed you have become with this ratri jagran program on every day(or night ?) that most of your days output carried out of these hours and so is the most of your conversation with your friends.

15. No matter how badly I want to read (or re-read) 5 point someone or any other good novel for that matter, seeing my sis reading them and giggling , I am but left with these same maha-boring stuffs from morning to night to morning.

16. Why I am loosing my normal appetite these days. Every time I feel like drinking some chilled juice or milkrose or sharbat but when it comes to having my lunch or dinner I just can’t take it. I don’t know what’s happening, earlier 2 chapatis used to be minimum and 3 maximum but nowadays 1 is enough and 2 is maximum. Almost every day my ma scolds me ki ‘anu tere to khana khane ke bhi alas hai’. But including her even I am not able to figure out why I don’t feel hungry. Surprisingly any amount of juice I can gulp down. Strange !

17. Even though to say you are studying from morning to night and trying to cover as much as you can but still the feeling of accomplishing something just not coming. Hardly anybody knows how paining it is to stuff your mind with so many things. Every time you start with a new chapter, you count how many pages it consists of and then after reading every 2-3 pages you again count, how many are left to complete it !

18. I just saw a good example proving -ignorance is bliss. In January beginning one of my oldest friends PR was here to get her passport made. Thinking I should also apply simultaneously as was in passport office with her, I filled the form. Today postman handed it over to ma on the condition of giving ‘inaam’ of Rs 51 .I was covering my sleep of night, when my sis told me this. I hurriedly woke up to tell my ma to convince him ki isse kuch nahi hota hai, ye to evai bana liya bas. But ignorant postman uncleji was experiencing bliss having his inaam, for what, even the inaam dene wali dosent know about.

19. I am worried when will I do shopping for my cousin’s marriage and when will I watch all the movies of my ever growing list as from the very next day of my exams we have campus and the very next day after it we are going for a trip in Kerala for 8-9 days and right after it I have my cousins wedding. By this time it would be end of june and after a few days it would again be college.

20. One of my dearest friends SM is leaving for Pune to persue her MBA on the very day when we will be leaving for Kerala. Unluckily I won’t be able to see her off as our flight is earlier than hers. She complained that I knew her schedule then why didn’t I take care of it; I was helpless explaining her that we were sandwiched between 2 dates. But both of us are wary about the next time we will meet as the next time she will be here, most probably I won’t be and when I will be she might not be.

21. Its 6 am right now. From tomorrow I have my end semester exams. It’s BC first. Yours truly has decided to prepare for this subject from the same time tomorrow only and you know what when the exam will start, from 9 am. I hope what has worked till yet in this paper will work and so this 2 hours preparation from 6-8 am will suffice. For subsequent days I have planfully decided to flunk myself in every subject by preparing whole 4 months course in 1 day gap that we will be getting in every subject. But still if you can, do wish that my plan gets failed and I somehow get ‘Pass’ in my marksheet.

22. By the way songs ‘kaise samjhao tumhe mera pahla-pahla pyaar hai ye‘ and ‘jindagi ne jindagi bhar gam diye’ sounds too good, what ya say?

Project(err !)

2007-05-01T01:19:00.001+05:30

Every time I publish some post I tell myself that next time it would not be that late and every time I end up with a delayed post. Major contribution in this great delay was also because of my crazy net connection, that chooses to connect whenever it wishes to and for amount of time it feels like comfortable with and at the speed it can get along with. Phew…

Well, the project chapter is almost closed now. Report has been submitted. Soft copy has been submitted. Demo before our dean has been done. Only final demo that will be before some intelligent guy from the industry, remains. And only the grilling sessions that I am going to face in coming interviews, remain. To cut the long story short these last months have really been tough and one more month gonna be on similar track.

I wonder what this project thing really made us. Firstly it was SRS then SDS then mid term evaluation then deadline for coding then deadline for testing then deadline for documenting then deadline for hard copy submission then soft copy submission then one more ‘final’ testing for the demo and then there would be one more demo on 8th before some big guy. We slogged ourselves like anything. It’s not like we chose it that way rather we were left with no choice. You can say in previous semesters I kinda had tough choice to study or not to study. And I in fact chose to sleep, in each and every class. What more, I get sms from any of my friend and first line reads “so to nahi rahi “ . But this sem, it was kinda some sword was aimed at your neck. You just need to turn your neck and the sharp cuts will cut through it in jiffy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately- grass is always greener on the other side, people say !) I study in a university which runs its system more in a school way. Proper classes on right time with numerous types of tests, assignments, seminars and projects. Bunking class ofcourse prevails, but not in that extent that is found in normal Indian universities. Nor did I ever enjoy the luxury of preparing for only one final exam. There are always one or two tests or kinda thing every week. When I talk to my friends they ask-“ array abhi to hue the tere exams” .Lecturers know you by name, by face and so no place to escape. Then end sem, 5 papers in 9 days, just one day gap for one paper, as usual. And so there should be no surprises if I say that each and every project except some exceptional case is made from the scratch by the students only without any source-forge.com-free-code help.

Here it’s just not in practice to bring the readymade code and say aloud its mine simply because staff is watchful of our work we are doing in labs and it’s never been in culture. We, a couple of times tried to get the solution for what bugged us on net but to our dismay we never got the exact solution for our problem. Then I was surprised to see the poor quality of the code that was categorized as freeware. If this type of code so called professionals write then we are better with our lines only. And we are proud of the fact that every line of hundreds of pages of code is written by us.

Well in our case, ours was one of the toughest and time consuming projects. To give you a fair idea about my project, in case you are bothered which project I am talking about( as I got a couple of messages asking me what project I am working on), its for my university’s MCA online entrance exam. Kind of BITSAT software- the one that BITS-pilani uses to conduct test for its BE program, or the IBM people uses to conduct DB2 exam or NASSCOM guys to conduct NAC or simply any online tests like GRE or GMAT, if you can relate with. Obviously it’s not full fleshed and nor it’s ready to work in real environment but yeah we prepared an application that has almost all basic minimum requirements that an online test must have and a good foundation to add on more features and enhancements. Basically we did what we were expected to, as nobody can make software incorporating all the features in a month or two. And we made it in about one month’s of coding from some 15th march to 20th April. In fact contrary to all pre-spread but true information that our dean keep on finding faults in even relatively better projects and grills you like anything with her difficult and perplexing queries during demo (a scholar she is), ours was really appreciated and she recommended in a persuading manner to get it complete in all aspects overcoming the limitations to implement it for the university. Earlier when I used to say arora and kapoor that our project has the potential of getting implemented, they’d laugh on me. Now they listened the same from the very person who is in charge of it. Well, it gets implemented in future or not is different thing altogether, the only thing that relieved us we were not torn apart rather got appreciation from teachers and the dean herself.

Apparently ours was not the only one to be appreciated but in the end it didn’t feel ki we were working on something uselessly. In fact it was a mixed feeling. Not to mention that the completion of this project was not that silky. We have been working on it for some three and a half months all 8 to 8( including pre and post coding stages) . Where mostly projects end ours starts. Many a times we would struggle with one error for a whole day or even at times for 2-3 days. The moment it got fixed, we’d shout in unison-‘chal gaya’ and people around would know we fixed some minor or major problem. Above all, platform was the real pain, since it was neither in our syllabus nor any single expert in the field is available in the campus. Books and dimmag-chaating of those who were partially in this field was the only ray of hope.

Just a couple of days ago when we were on the verge of submitting the soft copy on the server, one error finally decided not to leave us. More precisely I should say that the relative paths were not working for images, and adopting absolute paths would have been a self made blunder since ours is the web based application. Everybody we could bring to our system to sort out the problem gave up. Just that we thought we would be able to fix the problem before finally submitting it. But at the end moment we removed all the images hampering the design of the software (Though not that much thanks to style sheets). Though everything was running smoothly just that it lost its vista. Nothing really makes me that downhearted and dispirited when I am in college but that moment I could not help and a few droplets of saline water appeared to float in my eyes. I just wanted to rush to the loo and shed all those tears out as I do when I cry (rare its though) , somehow thought of not making a scene in the lab and need of the moment of submitting the project before deadline made them rest where they were in the same way- floating. That also when your day begins with a lot of compliments. Everybody who saw you for the first time in the day spoke out- beta, looking pretty ! . When everybody who saw and read your report when they try to make theirs out of it (in popular words- copy-pasting) spoke out- man, what a great report you have written, a simple yet professional language. abe dhansoo angreji chipkayi hai tune !. Amazing! That too when you are planning to go out on your teammate’s birthday treat. Though birthday went away 15 days ago, just because of this project work only you made it on the submission day itself. Well we all 3 teammates were ok as soon as we were done with submission thing or pretended to be ok, again no choices we were left with. Moreover we were satisfied on our part that we tried our best, if even the more knowledgeable people could not fix it, we are not at fault. The more ironic and surprising thing was that the error that we can remove in a nanosecond in any program, could not be removed after a good number of hits and trials and all sane and insane methods.

Anyways, we had a nice dinner that day, nicer it tasted as we all were hungry, damn to the same project, we skipped our lunch. Fortunately everybody in our team, is kind of bandi who dosen’t believe in mourning for the thing that is simply not in our control. So forgetting everything we 4 friends had a great time. And if you listen what we did in the restaurant you will go ROTFL, exactly the way we went and made attendants painfully smile every now and then. Some other day, I note it here, will surely write about it. Sitting and rambling on rikshaw in the pleasant evening (the one like bicycle) and listen to your friends about their boyfriends, particularly the intricacies of a pandemic gf-bf relationship is a gala time in itself as nowadays we really don’t get that much time to discuss each others personal life in detail.

Anyways, so my 8 to 9 schedule has finally ended now. Initially my parents used to say me – ‘make it a bit early anu, bahot late ho jata hai !’ . But despite my efforts I could never make it before 8.Lucky I am I got amazing parents who supported me every second.Moreove I must admit that jaipur’s is a great city if gals safety is concerned. Never had I faced anything that I felt bad or angry about.Touchwood ! Though those random comment-passers-in-hurry are available anywhere. Infact kapoor at the pillion seat usually asks me ‘ abe tune suna kya bolke gaya wo’ and I usually retort- ‘missed yaar ! sochna chahiye na in loafers ko ki ek baar mai jaroori nahi hai ki sunayi de, repeat karma tha ! ‘and we start laughing with our couple of more self-interpreted-but-interesting facts.

On a more serious note nowadays I am finally trying to put extra efforts for exams since this project thing didn’t leave much time to do anything else. To say the truth, there should be no surprise if I say after a few days ki I will flunk in W,X,Y and Z paper right after coming out of exam hall. Only four papers out of five ? yeah because the remaining one is Business communication and as past record reveals I got 2nd highest marks in the class in mid-terms so I think somehow I will survive. Meantime I really started to love this subject, otherwise tell me name of any subject where you prepare for just 1 or 2 hours and write some original crap in answer sheet citing those bullet points here and there and accidentally it appeals to your teacher. Really a nice subject :p , initially I used to be like ‘yaar ye mba walo ka subject hume padhake kyoon khaali-peeli time waste karte hai hamara’. But sorry, I take my words back. I have atleast one shagun ka subject where I can ask other people’s marks, just because they will ask mine’s in return and I gleefully can reveal mine.

You know what, I decided to end this post with the last para and as usual I am going on. So finally I end it here. As I have my 3 final practicals on 5,7 and 8th where I have zilch preparation and end sem exams from 13th to 21st which I am planfully trying to flunk( except one, you remember ?) and placements from 22nd may to 4th june where I don’t think any company would be stupid enough to select me, not to mention this whole project thing left no time to catch up with other subjects or even the placement preparation. But still I am trying my luck- that I learn those answers whose questions appear in question paper, that I somehow succeed to fool some company to recruit me, that I somehow manage to be tension-free and enjoy our holidays, we are planning to make at some exciting greenish places right after my exams and placements.

I know, quite a boring post but it’s what I am filled with right now. And frankly speaking I want to come out of all this as soon as possible. Long time it passed since I have seen any movie and ofcourse my to-see list is growing day by day. Well will try to make a couple of entries in between, till then bye, take care.

Listening sun ri sajaniya, next is kuch is tarah teri palke meri palko se mila le. Lovely songs, aren’t they ?

Added just before publishing the post- this whole post I wrote 3 days ago, thanks to my great net connection that I succeeded to publish it now !

Bizy-ness-Man !!

2007-03-23T03:05:00.000+05:30

I don’t know how many hits my page received during this long time since I haven’t blogged. But believe me I have been trying hard to catch some time to write what I am writing write now, which actually justifies why I haven’t been here for so long.

Initially my pc conked out. When it got fixed, Net didn’t work. Then I had some deadlines of project’s SRS and SDS and usual assignments. Then I had my semester’s mid-terms. And then I have my project’s mid-term evaluation on Tuesday.

It would not be any exaggeration, I guess, if I say that these days I am having the busiest schedule of whatever life I have lived. And unfortunately it’s going to persist for at least two more months to come. My routine is like – I do leave home between 8 am to 8.30 am and return from college between 8.30pm to 9pm.Yeah that’s the schedule I have been meeting since close to two months. Some times it’s really uncontrollable and I fall asleep about 10 to 11 pm. Sometimes when it’s inevitable to awake, I can be found up at 3pm too. But that rarely happens, simply because it’s not in my control to control my sleep.

This sem is really going quite different from last ones. The time duration I mentioned between my leaving and returning home is what we actually spend in college only. Gone are the days when we’d catch some time to chit chat and visit cafés. In college too, if you send anybody to find me or any of my project-mate, he/she would surely find us in lab or class. I don’t remember if I have climbed up stairs one at a time in these months. Though earlier I used to climb 2 at a time just for fun. Last movie I saw was bhagam bhag. News that World Cup gonna start, I got to know just a couple of days ago before its commencement. Having DD-1 & 2 at home I rarely spent more than any 1-2 hours a week but its reduced to nil nowadays. India-Barmuda live match for some one hour was what I watched most recently. And don’t know since when I have stopped listening news. It's been so many weeks that i properly oiled my hairs.Needless to say I am facing a severe hair-loss problem.Dont be shocked if i go bald in coming days. Top of it, even after all this, at the end of the day it looks like I/we haven’t done even a small portion of what i/we must complete in coming days. I really didn’t have idea if this is what it takes to work on a project.

On a more thoughtful note we have realized in our early days of project only that its taking a lot of us to struggle just because we are working on J2EE that too on JDeveloper rather ASP+SQL or any other easier and old platform that many people are mastered on. One thing that we have got an edge over other groups is our patience level. Had I known, removing an error takes a good number of hours and overuse of grey cells, I don’t think I would have ever opted the platform I have chosen (since project itself and the platform were solely my idea) .Whenever we debug any small to big error, tell you, we just shout and jump out of our seat gleefully, leaving whole lab in utter surprise. That’s the case with almost all groups who are working on J2EE.All we have 2 lecturers, who are well acquainted with it. Because of time shortage on their part too it’s ultimately we only, who are slogging our guts out from morning to night. Just wondering what would have been our choice had the lab and library timing not been 8-to-8, to stay more in college or return to homes.

Then one more thing has been bugging lately is –approaching placements. Teachers are saying like last year too, companies will arrive right after 1-2 days of end sem exams. And believe me those books-hee-meri-jindagi-hai type girls are the ones who will leave you nonplussed, thinking for how long they sleep or don’t sleep. Well, in this matter I am kinda cool. Jitna hota hai din bhar mai, FINE. No acute hardships.

Moreover, let me correct you if you by any chance assumed some different image of me during this post. No I am the same, babbling, laughing most of the times, in class, in lab if not indulged into something really serious. Our is the only group in the lab who can be seen laughing on our errors or on my remarks. Since all this busy-drama has started, my friends have been reporting me ki ‘yaar tu kitni innocent lagti hai kaam karte hue, but tujhpe na itna kaam karna suit nahi karta’ . I told you my friends seldom throw compliment packet without any complementary comment. They also say something like this for me and kapoor - ‘waise har waqt nalayaki and kaamchori lekin lagne lage to sab par bhari’ . In background they were not wrong. Many reasons exist there, sometime will try to dedicate one whole post to this thing. Will try to write whenever situations favour as this one is the post my friends are eagerly waiting for. What more they keep mentioning me the incidents for the content. But I don’t know when this ‘sometime’ will come.

By the way one thing I know for sure is, this is a passing phase and after two months or so things will be soothing. No doubt this would be the time, nobody would afford to forget for more than one reason, the time where we have learnt so much in many aspects.

On one happy note, one of my very good school time friends PA got selected in tcs and one of my best friends SM converted a good b-school call. I have a few good friends doing quite good in their careers and of course you do feel proud and good about it. But try to imagine the happiness when you listen that one of your very good friends who has been in severe depression and trauma got selected in the company she was longing for. More so, when the second call she makes is to you, when she says that you played a great role in her success, be it books or as a listener, as a motivator, as a soother.

Then best friend is like –me. Cool. She doesn’t need those motivational stuff. Teller she always felt like to be, Listener-I was always there. And their leaving reminds me that now I am left with no old friends here in jaipur except these class friends and two more. If I go in flashback, it looks so amusing to trace those moments spent together in classes, in lunch breaks, in tuitions and what not. Besides this nostalgia I am kinda in a win-win situation. Their success in itself is the best thing then my worries would not be that much when I step out of here as my friends are scattered in almost all metros and companies. So wherever I go I would have someone to company. Heard from people it to be a big concern so guess I am at a safer side. God always does good for all. Nah?

Well, so I don’t reappear here for coming months don’t deduce that I am not alive. Replies to your comments will be there, as they have always been. My length of post always spoke that I had unlimited time at my disposal. Truth is it never was the case. If I have written some long nonsense here, I have literally ignored or put something on backburner. And if I start with something, it’s like a chain of many thoughts. It’s not possible to stop abruptly. Though earlier, things I put in low priority were somehow manageable. But now after having 8-9 schedules, I hardly can afford to shift those remaining 2-3 hours to something else before the beginning of the same cycle. Its 2 am right now and if my eyes favors I need to do something about the 3 tests and 1 major viva I have next week. Lekin on second thought, I think I should sleep. Procrastination is the best policy to escape from, you see !!

Wish you luck.

Scorching Scorpio !

2007-02-12T16:28:00.000+05:30

If you need any excuse for any thing, come to me, I am the largest stock of any kind of excuse. This time in my case, of not having updated this blog is, my net connection was not working and I don't blog in college lab. In fact didn't go college on Saturday, as was not feeling good, besides, it was drizzling outside, so even could not check my inboxes too. Weather in jaipur is really unpredictable,till a couple of days ago, we thought its right time to pack our woolen clothes and wipe the dust off fans' blades. Just then, it began drizzling and we found the need of 2 razai per person. No doubt, more and more people caught cough and all those seasonal diseases. Though things are quite different with me. It's like, if you need just one
sweater, I need one sweater and one jacket. If you need two, I need three or four. That is, approximately two times than what you need. So there is no chance of my falling sick. But things work other way round in my case. I just need to tell myself or anybody that 'winter season is gonna off and I didn't catch any fever any cough or cold, you see. That's how precautions like wearing woolen clothes in good amount pays.' Second day I can be seen sneezing. I think it's the result of my own evil eyes. As what aunties say 'nazar lagna' .In my case my own 'weird nazar' is put into practice on me. What more, it happens in everything, no matter I utter those relieving words in vanity or in gratitude for god. My own words kill me better, than any other thing on the earth.

By the way, for many days I have been longing to read Linda Goodman's Sun Sign book. As soon as I got it on net, I was surprised to see so many facts under 'Scorpio woman' that I could really identify with. So much that, while reading, at times I felt it was written taking myself in view. Though there were points, which I don't belong with at all and was surprised too at the same time thinking 'how on earth they could be applied on me ' . But whatever matter I could relate with, was like- if you replace the third person 'female Scorpio' or 'she' with anu, it will hold valid. So read on what a female scorpion oops anu is like…(Extracted only those paras which I found relevant to me :p ) .

# The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. This girl certainly has enough glamour, and she's enormously seductive. But I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man. Less restriction-more opportunity. It's the one secret she even hides from herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her. You can give her a tumble, but she won't fall all over herself reacting to your overtures. Don't expect her to bat long, sweeping eyelashes at you, and adore you with blind devotion. Lots of female Scorpios are tomboys with stubby eyelashes. Besides, with those beautiful, mysterious eyes that can read your mind so clearly, she doesn't need any extra trimming. Whisper something romantic that would melt another girl out of her senses, and the Scorpio girl will simply give you an intense, penetrating look that will see right straight through to your real intentions. She's a human X-ray machine, so don't flirt.

I wouldn't advise you to insult a Scorpio. It's just not healthy. If you don't know what I mean, ask someone who has. He may have some stories to tell that will curl your hair.

She can be overbearing and domineering, sarcastic and frigid- then turn as hot as an oven at 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She can hate with bitter venom and love with fierce abandon. She can shriek like a furious banshee or whisper like an affectionate turtle dove. One thing you can be sure of- she's never wishy-washy.

A Scorpio woman can't excuse weakness in a man. She looks for ambition and courage. She wants a mate who can dominate her and make her proud, without disturbing her secret individuality. He's expected to be strong, masculine and better-looking than average. A high degree of intelligence is required to match her own excellent mind, plus more than a passing acquaintance with abstract, philosophical wisdom. So put your socks back on and practice a superior smirk. Everybody you know will think you're pretty super to have her staring at you. The men and women both.

Having once achieved closeness with a female Scorpio, you can be positive you're a unique and unusual man. You can also be sure that her love for you is unmatched by any you'll ever experience-and you can take that in several ways. You'll be the most important interest in her life.

She's brimming over inside with passion, though it's kept under rigid control by a poised, frosty attitude toward strangers, and a surface smoothness suggestive of black velvet.

She seldom likes or dislikes a play, a book, religion, furniture or people. She either bitterly resents or she intensely worships. If one of these two passions can't be aroused, then she totally ignores, with ice around the edges.

She has such fabulous virtues, you might know her vices wouldn't be skimpy, either.

It's true that the Scorpio girl sometimes wanders into dangerous waters in her efforts to penetrate life, and since there's not the slightest trace of fear in her (unless she has an affliction to her Moon, and is full of nameless terrors), her search may indeed take her into some weird byways. But the typical Scorpio will emerge from any discovery still strong and pure. If she allows the journey to soil her
inner spirit, Pluto will punish her with anguished remorse and guilt;
yet she can still call on her great strength of character to rise
again, like the phoenix, from the ashes of her experiments.

It's surprising how many dark deeds are confessed to Scorpios, though their own inner lives are marked: "Private-Keep Out." She likes to hear secrets, but she'll seldom tell anything anyone has confided in her, not even to you (unless there's an afflicted Mercury in her natal chart). You can also expect her to have a stack of secrets that relate to her personally, and don't try to pry them out of her. There's a private part to this woman you'll never touch, a part of her mind and soul that belongs strictly to her, and there's absolutely no trespassing there. She's not untruthful, in fact she's more often too brutally honest, yet there will always be those special thoughts and feelings she won't confide to you or anyone else.

A Scorpio woman will be incredibly loyal to those she finds strong and deserving.All Scorpios are highly selective in friendships. They'll keep the worthy companions through an entire lifetime, and freeze the shallow, the common or the unworthy. There's an immense store of perseverance and determination buried in the nature of a Scorpio woman.

The hypocrisies of society will never keep this courageous woman from seeking the sun. She answers to no law but her own, and in her Pluto heart, she has more total understanding of the vow "till death do us part" than half the brides who blissfully murmur the phrase.

Despite her own strong individualism, the typical Scorpio girl will let her man be the boss. Instead of overshadowing him with her force and drive, she'll apply her talents to help him attain his goals. Your future will be important to her, and she's not likely to insist on retaining her own career after marriage (unless you've disappointed her deeply or a second job is needed in a temporary domestic crisis). She may fight you wildly in private, but she'll defend you fiercely in public. She won't stand for anyone maligning you or taking advantage of you. Those who try will feel the lash of her righteous anger. Your happiness will always come first. she'll patiently help you persevere until you get what you want, and while you're getting it, she won't whine or complain or become restless, though she might turn a little bitter if you lose your courage on the way. She'll expect you to aim as high as your abilities will reach.

Scorpio women love their homes, which usually shine with cleanliness, taste and comfort. Meals are served on time, and things are generally under control. If the opposite is true, something is making her mighty unhappy, because her natural inclination is to beauty and system. It's no good being suspicious of her, no matter how many opportunities arise; and there will be a goodly number of them, because she never exposes her deepest feelings.

Adjusting to the idiosyncrasies of her nature is easier than suffering the nightmares that will surely result if you walk away. No one walks away from a Scorpio. Not really. Didn't you know that? Those who have tried can educate you. Anyway, you have a very special woman.

There's no one she can't see through, no deception that escapes her. A Scorpio woman can tell you exactly who can be trusted and which ones you have to watch. The Pisces wife has the same ability, but she may be too soft to criticize, too ready to make excuses for the failings of others. Not so the Scorpio female. In fact, she may frequently have to check her sharp tongue and tone down her brutal analysis. In the budget department, Scorpio women are completely unpredictable. She can scrimp and save and pinch a penny until it bends double, then have a sudden spell of being magnificently extravagant. One thing is sure. She'll enjoy money, whether she saves it in an old shoe or spends it on luxury. But this woman always leans heavily toward prestige, and she won't let cash compromise that. She'll be satisfied if you choose a smaller income, as long as it insures that you are your own boss, with the potential to rise to become somebody of influence, Scorpio females like power, and they will sacrifice much for it. Your power will do, because Pluto allows her to be adept at living vicariously through others when it suits her. Remember that although she'll sacrifice and put up with very little for a planned goal, she's too proud to live amid shabby surroundings forever, and she'll become mighty sour and discontented if she's forced to do so for an unreasonable length of time. She'll either try to force a change in the family fortunes after a certain period, or she'll gradually retreat into the dismal world of the gray lizard, outwardly accepting and almost seeming to enjoy poverty, but inwardly intensely bitter. In the heat of battle, it pays to remember that her compulsion to even the score usually makes her the winner in any kind of skirmish. She gets the last word. If you tell her a lie, she may tell two. If you stubbornly refuse to kiss her good-bye in the morning after a tiff, she may refuse to kiss you goodnight for a month. Just let your mother (or anybody's mother) criticize her cooking, and the Scorpio woman may forget to invite her to dinner for several Sundays in a row. An accidental injury, however, she'll forgive, if she knows it's unintentional. The Scorpio sense of justice is as strong as the sense of revenge. Most people forget this. She'll remember every kindness and give you back double for that, too. It works both ways.

A Scorpio mother won't let the talents of her children go unnoticed or gather dust. She'll spend many an hour encouraging them toward higher goals, and be willing to provide any support they need. Her offspring will find her strong and helpful when youthful problems arise, because her knowledge of human nature makes her a wise counselor. She'll teach them to meet difficulties with her own courage.

Scorpio children are filled with boundless loyalty to friends and loved ones. She knows exactly what he wants, and it's a serious mistake to impose your will. Be loyal to her, and never break your word or a promise. The Scorpio youngster is determined enough to get what she wants, and strong enough to hang on to it. But don't let her self-sufficiency keep you from giving her your support. She needs it, even though she appears to scorn approval.

She never lies to herself, and rarely blames anyone but herself for her own mistakes. She's the very last person you'd accuse of having an inferiority complex. The very fact that she's able to control her deep resentment and literally erase it from her mind is proof of her awesome inner strength.

No one but herself can force her to alter her views and opinions. Her real loyalty, when all is said and done, is to herself. That's not always as selfish as it sounds. When she was very young, her favorite verse began: "This above all: to thine own self be true." She's always figured-if she does that- she can't be false to anyone. #

Well, if you have reached here having gone through all above pasted paras, I can very well infer- you have got no better thing to do for today.
By the way, how am I described, doesn't end here. I guess there are a great many things that I am comprised of. And of course, there are more things that I am not comprised of. Still let secrets occupy their very place.

(Lol. Relax dude, actually this post will blow up out of its excruciating long length, so sometime later. Right ? And I hope you know the other meaning also of 'scorching' other than 'very hot' :p)

Winamp playing - As Long As You Love Me (Backstreet Boys) ,next is All I Have To Give, must say beautiful words !

Main bhool jaoon…

2007-02-04T19:30:00.000+05:30

A couple of hours ago I was browsing through Jagjit’s folder and then I discovered this touching Gajal- ‘main bhool jaaoon tumhen , ab yahi munaasib hai’ (Album-Silsilay).Since then I don’t know how many times I have listened to it as if it struck a chord.No doubt every time I listen to him, I become a bigger fan of him. Though more credit goes to that great person who writes them. Every word is a pearl, which just sends you in awe, making you wonder how beautifully one can write those lyrics and give voice to them. Can’t resist pasting the whole Gajal over here. You can appreciate it only if you can understand it and feel it.

main bhool jaaooN tumhen -2, ab yahi munaasib hai

main bhool jaaooN tumhen, ab yahi munaasib hai

magar bhulaanaa bhi chaahooN to kis tarah bhoolooN -2

ki tum to phir bhi haqeeqat ho koi Khvaab nahin

yahaaN to dil kaa ye aalam hai kyaa kahooN, kambaKt

bhulaa sakaa naa ye vo silsilaa jo thaa bhi nahin -2

vo ek Khyaal jo aavaaz tak gayaa hi nahin

vo ek baat jo main kah nahin sakaa tumse

vo ek rabt jo ham mein kabhi rahaa hi nahin

mujhe hai yaad vo sab jo kabhi huaa hi nahin

agar ye haal hai dil kaa to koi samjhaaye -2

tumhen bhulaanaa bhi chaahooN to kis tarah bhoolooN

ki tum to phir bhi haqeeqat ho koi Khvaab nahin -3

Listen it to appreciate it !

Freaky Friday with freaky friends

2007-01-26T23:20:00.000+05:30

Doesn’t it happen in our life that we get in touch with some person, with due course of time we get to know each other so well that we even go to the extent of saying that this person is my alter-ego and when they leave your place for further studies or for job, you just cant help but to see them off helplessly and miss them like hell, every now and then. you think like ‘ how I wish ,he/she were here; how I wish I could pour out my heart right here ,how I wish ,telecom people just exempt us of their lengthy bills for the sake of our long lasting ,strong friendship’ and all those senti sentimentals .

AM is a friend who I miss like anything. We had so many funny moments that it’s just simply refreshing whenever we recall them, sitting infront of each other and laughing out loud. Of course I do have a lot of very good friends in college and they equally matter to me but she and just a couple of more including kapoor are the ones who I can be the most myself with. In college it’s a general consensus ki if anuz mouth opens to say anything, others mouth will open to laugh out.Kapoor who is aware of my non-popular face too shares the same opinion. It will be an ‘event’ for them if they see me in some other mode than what they have been seeing for more than one and half years. AM is the friend who I can be whatever I wish to be with. It doesn’t surprise her if I talk upon some serious stuff. Before I met her, about three and half years ago, I generally would not believe in the influence of the sunsign you belong. After meeting her I began to believe and realized that we scorpions bound to have dual personality .Its just not in our control. After meeting her I developed my reading skills and found how good companions books (Non-academic, you see) can be. After meeting her I realized to what a great extent you can relate with somebody.

It’s been about one year since we met each other before today. When she told me that she is here just till Sunday, I was like why at some point of time we even don’t get time for people who occupy a good room in our heart. Though I had so many things to finish off with, this holiday, but when it comes to meeting some friend after ages, I am the last person who gives anything a damn other than having a get together and know what’s going on in each others personal and professional life. More importantly the personal ones since those superficial things can be best left to those few minutes phone call.

Moreover its my strong belief that when you are in touch with your friend on daily or regular basis you have so many things to share but when this is not the case you keep on thinking where to start telling things and whether to include this or not which no longer matters .But you meet after a long time, and surprisingly even a good number of hours seem so less.Thats exactly what happened when I met AM in Mr Beans .Since we both are crazy for ‘real’ coffee the venue of meeting was obvious. Though I don’t have any issue with Pizza hut or Dominoz or Mc D,but most likely I can be found suggesting CCD,Barista,Mr Beans, Rock or Mocha simply because they give the real taste of coffee. One time I tried coffee in Mc D that too on my B’Day and I must tell it was like Mc D gifted me a Bournvita drink on my Bday.

In fact it doesn’t matter where you are sitting, even gulping down golgappaz standing at the roadside or strolling along the road with friends, biting in a radish or guava that was bought in just 3-5 rs , is so much fun and kind of act that remains intact in memories for eternity.

Well, so more delighting thing was she footed the bill, on the name of treat, she was supposed to give me a couple of months ago when she got her first job, a decent one on that. We shared so many things from anything to everything, things we like to share with only those selected 3-4 close friends. Friends who you can trust at any time and who are always ready to listen whatever you have, with an amazing interest. At the end of those sipping session, eating yummy chocolate truffle and numerous topics, what we were left with the desire of more available time and an incomparable bliss of having a good quality time after a good number of days.

Same I felt when I met one other very very good friend PR right after 7 years just a few days ago. The day PR came here for her passport I took a whole day leave from college. Consequences which followed in BC class for that day were not that stimulating though as her trip was. Having been through a couple of real interviews, converting them all and now being a CSC employee, I asked her my few doubts on my CV and what followed was a real eye-opener. She nearly engulfed me with the potential questions any interviewer might ask. No doubt I was fumbling for words and trying to justify my answers. It didn’t take me much to realize that the sooner I come out of those mungeri-lal-ke-sapne-types sapne the better it is. Quite weird feeling it is so let’s leave it here only.

Most thrilling thing was, during all these years when we were not in touch directly with each other, I suddenly got her call the same after 7 years, that too on my Bday. My other classmate of 10th class, DK too called me up to wish me and I was like having no words to say them thanks. You see, I am kinda girl for whom even a personal sms or phone call from friends matters so much, so just the fact that someone remembered my bday for all those passed years, is apparently a big thing for her. Though it’s totally a different thing that I find myself unable to express the true feelings and rather leg pulling, kidding and ridiculing get the loins share of any talk.

So what’s next, my other close friend kapoor joined us at about the culmination of my meeting with AM and we were not surprised that it got stretched to one extra hour. And believe me it’s so fun and touching to sit together with like minded and same types friends around. Further it was Bday too ,of one of our friends AS ,so kapoor and me went to her hostel with flowers and she was so surprisingly happy to see us as it was a holiday and a couple of our friends in group were out of station so its been decided earlier that typical celebration would happen when they arrive. The laughter series among a few more friends pinku,chotu,shekhu for one good hour in the hostel room was looking like one more type of celebration. The smile, the excitement that one gets at such moment is worth the crucial time you spent to come all the way from your home, just to wish her personally. No matter how damn busy I am, if you have called me up you will surely get the reply call before the end of the day. No matter how damn busy I am, I somehow will manage to help you out on the stuff you have asked for. After all this ‘you’ is the person who I call my friend. I don’t know, if this is the reason why I get so much love and attention from my friends and close relatives. I don’t know if this is the reason why they feel good. But surely, this is the reason I feel good. Just that, I feel good because they feel good. And I don’t hesitate, going out of my way to help them out and stand by them whenever they need. Thanks to my papa, I inherited it from. Guess this is what makes us sensible humans. Guess this is what justifies our reason of being worthy of solid friendships and relationships not the hollow ones.

All in all a great day I had. So many times like this one, I thank god ki I got to meet so great and nice individuals. A few friends who matters to me a lot and I hope vice-versa too holds true.

By the way, I hope you people read it this post in a quite right sense. No L factor is attached, mind you. I am very OK. Just thinking – kya jamana aa gaya, you are required to explain things that you are not expected to, you just don’t need to, at all. Still….:p

On winamp – ‘Everything I do…’ by BA.

Dis-Sem-ilar

2007-01-18T22:56:00.000+05:30

Finally today I decided that I would update my blog, come what may. Damn to those assignments and tests and project stuff. Its been almost 15 days that each day I thought of letting you people know that I am still alive but situation was something like that I wasn’t able to. Sometimes it was those bloody sudden assignment announcements and submission, sometimes it was the project study which ate much of the time and sometimes it simply was my tiredness after 8 to 8 working. But most of the times it was a tough choice between my study and a post. When things can be managed I usually prefer not to study (text books) but do everything. But in this semester I just can’t afford to ignore anything related to what I used to take quite lightly in last semesters. And I feel kind of unsatisfied because sachhi there is so much to pen down. My every day has something that I can write about. And seriously if circumstances don’t make me to choose only one thing between publishing post or study for that test ,I surely wont hesitate to come up with new post every other day.

Spectacularly so many things have changed in this semester.

# Earlier we used to stay in college after classes for net access, chatting, time pass, gossip etc etc.And then we used to do overtime in labs, only near exams. And please don’t generalize that everybody in class used to do the same. It’s just me with a couple of friends otherwise most of the girls in class were serious in last sems also. And now it looks that overtime has become a daily routine for all. No major exams are around but still we can be seen rushing from here to there and in hurry for everything.

#Earlier my most of the time on net used to be spent on orkut, on checking inbox, on reading people’s blog ,sometimes chatting but now I just don’t have time to enjoy all this.Google has replaced them all. In fact now when we don’t have time nor pc we look for some rishtedaar (some acquaintance or friend whose friend list I am in) and tell her to go to our profile and show our scraps if there is any new. I think in last 10 days ,only 5 have increased in my scrapbook. Same goes with my inbox, earlier I would delete the spams, friend request mails and all those mails which you straight forwardly delete just by seeing their subjects. Now I just go through if there is something readable and leave all those delete-able mails where they are. Google has become a place of refuge and has been hailed as the ultimate savior of our degree. Don’t know how we would have survived had there been no Google.

# In last semesters extra classes used to happen in the end when some course hasn’t been completed. But in this sem lecturer do take whenever they wish, whenever they feel they need to speed up. Assignments used to happen after about a month of session commencement, this time they started from the very first day. With the intimidation in a couple of subjects, that we have to keep on solving them and any random day the faculty will ask for it and check any specific number of random questions. If they are there rightly solved its fine, otherwise marks deducted.

# Earlier no teacher dared to announce something like this – ‘You people don’t study at home, at all. Whatever time you spend with this subject is only in the class. So now onwards I will be asking more and more questions to you guys and if any student doesn’t reply for 3 questions continuously throughout the class, will be sent out of the class !!’

# I usually would manage to watch a couple of movies in a month (either in hall or on my pc) and now since this sem has started I have hardly seen any movie. The thing is, even if I get any CD I am not able to see it in one stretch. All I can do is to watch them in installments. So irritating! Arre haan I saw Don a few days ago, in parts, I mean, and I lost track of some twists, like which one was after which one.

# I think this one is the biggest remarkable thing, guess what? My sleeping days in classes are over. Yes, seriously, now no silky slumber breeze touches me with that intensity. Actually its not that I made any effort to avoid it. I don’t know what happened with me in last sem. Frankly speaking, in last sem I dozed off in each and every subject. What more, was spotted twice in SAD by same ma’am. Now she teaches us Soft-E .Her eyes still pops out of her head whenever she listen some right answer from me or see those random question done on some random day. Actually her amazement is just justified because most of the times I have been doing and still do fattebaazi. I just need one key word about the answer I can cook up a couple of lines instantly. Unfortunately she knows that and that’s why don’t leave me un-enquired whenever she begin to ask. Even in our project’s problem definition meeting when I was explaining why we have chosen J2EE (JSP, Servelets, Java script more precisely) over ASP, she asked too candidly among all students and other guides with a broad sarcastic smile – ‘lekin ye batayiye, APKO ye sab kaise pata ?’ .As if its too tough comparison to understand or I am too stupid to expect this question of justifying why we have chosen what we have chosen ! Though I replied- ‘Obviously ma’am from net and I read from books too, you see .I referred J2EE tutorial book too from Sun Microsystems itself ‘. Who knows, I mean among guides, that I read and understood only few things, only 0.1% and didn’t get anything else.

# In first sem I used to sit at back rows and read novels. I was referred as the girl who asks a lot of high funda questions, confuses teachers, sits at back and read novels almost all the time(according to what my friends revealed about my first impression or I should say first-sem impression, Though their first impressions have changed significantly .More on what they thought about me, initially ,sometime later). In second sem I improved my efficiency by multitasking- dozing off and novels too. C programming used to be the only subject where I would land my eyelids and ears all up. And then in last sem, it got to me that I was not able to give proper time to anything. So I decided that I should concentrate only on sleeping part. And in this sem it again got to me that I should concentrate on only one thing, just for a few months, fortunately this time at last it was study. Yeah, now I generally sit in front rows. Earlier even if I would get a seat vacant in front row I used to march till last ones. Now if I don’t get the vacant one in initial ones then I lead to the last ones.

I literally don’t have any idea about what happened with me in last sem. It was kinda intoxication I used to feel (Mind you, I drink only water, milk, coffee and juices) and result would be an intense gravitation force applied on my head. Please don’t have any misconception, don’t think that now I have turned into some boring book worm kinda or some books-hee-meri-jindagi-hai kinda champu. You see there are so many things apart from sleeping,listening lecture and jotting down on notebook .Come to think of saying it, there are two things to ponder about.

One, sitting in last rows is always safe, because when some test happens you don’t need to justify vocally or by expression that why are you there. You sit there daily so nothing is new. But if you daily sit in the front rows, on the test day with a lot of questions on the question paper, one more questions arises, that, why today you went to back ones. See there is justification needed and a direct signal goes to teacher that you are there for cheating. So students at back rows are always safe, but at times not, when teacher decides to stand right after the last row. But probability shows that the occurrence of latter event is 2/5. Still if you are lucky enough to get a seat in middle, you are at safest place. So I have planned one thing quite smartly that as minor tests are declared I will start sitting at back, a couple of days before their commencement !

Now second is, I have learnt to do commentbaazi and pagalpanthi and having fun more audaciously in front rows. So on this part I have really progressed. Calling my friends by their ‘modified’ names, playing with pen on paper and tease them very smartly without coming into notice of faculty standing right there, making comments on teacher itself, just enough to be listened by the vicinity, are just a few examples. Even I have got a command over controlling my laugh and pursing my lips without making the teacher standing there realize that something comic is going over here. On the contrary I have even learnt how to make expression on my face as if I am the only girl interested in listening him/her.Guess, there was nothing new to learn this, that’s what I have been doing for years.

Well, on serious note, I never ask any weird or any oot-patang (irrelevant) question. I do all that acting of comprehending everything but I don’t waste time of class by asking inconsistent question to over-impress the teacher because I think my expression do just fine ! I ask if I really feel like.
Like just a few days ago it happened. Actually we people do have one subject called BC (Business Communication) and its kind of, 4 different students have to give a short 5 min presentation whenever there is class. Since my name starts with ‘a’, I am among the top students in attendance sheet. So obviously my name came in very second class. I politely told my BC teacher about my inability to be in the college on the very day as I was gonna meet one of my best friends of school time right after 7 years on same day. And I remained absent in college for that whole day. Well fine. Next time when I told her that my turn has been skipped, and I want to take it now, she told all 4 of us our roles. Next day when I came in class I got to know ki me and other one has prepared for same role. It’s so happened that she erroneously assigned one role to two girls. What more, other girl stuck to her role and refused to take the other one. So ultimately I had to rush to Net lab and find some matter. My friends helped me find it out in just a couple of minutes and noted it down on a paper for me and it was all ready to be spoken by me(as it was supposed to be of just 2 min speaking).

On the other hand in process the presentation had already started and since my other friend who was also in panel was with me ,there were only remaining 2 girls for the presentation in class. By the time I reached there it was finished. Ma’am was all red in anger, and gave a good lecture –you people should have crossed checked between you if I have assigned same role to 2 different persons, its ok if you were absent last time for a genuine reason but this time you should have taken it seriously and all falanaa-dhikana things ! I was cool ki theek hai kitne number katengi 1 ya 2 .Jane do, I am not among those who will lose their sleep and hunger for those damn 1 or two marks specially when it was not my fault. But system requires us to maintain some system like not pointing out the error our teacher has made. And if you decide to do it you are out of system and out of a couple of more things as well. All I was sorry was for my friend G who could not present her own role just because she was with me helping me out find the matter. And I am still extremely sorry for her.

Earlier I was saying ki I ask questions when I really feel like. This BC class is quite interactive class and that’s where I took the advantage. Whenever ma’am wanted we people to give our opinions on going on discussion or if there was something that was unclear to me, I immediately chipped in. Since as usual my questions and feedbacks are logical, they looked quite spontaneous and rational. All I was trying to show ki I am not any inky-pinky who is running away from that bloody well 2 min presentation. I can talk sense and I am not any duffer. However I may be a duffer but not dumb. At the end of the class I felt she was quite ok with me and not as furious as she was in the beginning. I felt my efforts for bringing my dented image at the level were not that bad. Going back to G after ma’am left the class, she was like ‘ yaar anu apna kya hoga’ .Classmates around her were mouth opened and confusingly laughing when I said her ‘cool it babe! Abbe meri tarah thoda impression maarna tha na , 2-3 baar evai thoda ataram-satram bol deti ,bas kaam khatm. But don’t worry, you will surely get the chances, try not to miss them !’

At other side, my velle friends never miss any chance to make any stupid bet. Kapoor bet her bottom dollar that I won’t be affected by this episode. Chotu bet that I would be a little bit cheerless. For chotu unfortunately it proved that she knows me less than Kapoor. At times I think I should do acting of being sad otherwise people think ki –aisi baat ho gayee aur fir bhi relaxed hai ! Though friends now have got so used to of me but still they don’t stop their comments coming in. Day before yesterday when I was all engrossed in making Gantt chart for our project’s problem definition meeting with guide, chotu passed by and passed – ‘ oye tu itne dedication ke saath kaam karte hui achhi nahi lagti !! ‘.What was that ? ab kya bhangda karte hue straight line khichoo ? They even stare at me amusingly when I am all absorbed in discussing and working on our SRS that is to be submitted on Monday. And when we halt somewhere and don’t find solution to proceed or any other problem and if somehow some thin horizontal lines appears on my forehead, I know how they gonna react- ‘yaar pahli baar tujhe pareshaan aur udaas DCN ke exam mai dekha tha’ . And I make sure that they haven’t seen the same for the second time by cracking some pj or gj. Gj ? good joke, bhai ! But thinking of DCN, this exam really scares the day lights out of me. I screwed DCN like anything. I just wish ki pass ho jaun !

Oh god, I am such a big chatterbox na .Right here I think I should split this post in two parts because I guess I am not going to stop over here.

Continue…

Right now listening – ‘khali hai tere bina dono ankhiya.. ‘ from Paheli .And just noticed that yesterday on the same 17 January last year, I made my blogger id and started venting out myself in written form !

That Dec 04 & This Dec 06

2006-12-29T23:58:00.000+05:30

Just a while ago I was going through the files, word documents etc etc in my ‘my documents’ folder in C drive. To see what I have been saving, which documents I currently need or may need in near future or which files I don’t need anymore, I decided to open up every file and see the material into it. It’s then I found this notepad file containing a dozen questions. Though I am not able to recall which source I saved this questionnaire from nor do I remember which purpose it was meant for.

This is the questionnaire I am here talking about. Guess it must have been for some evaluation that what kinda person you are like or where you lie on some scale of numerous classifications.

However the mark just before the particular option in this notepad file reminds me of my responses to the respective questions when I actually saw them for the first time. Though I am here, making them in bold for the purpose of better visibility in case if you got any vision problems ! However you immediately need to see a doctor then .See how good advisor I am.Well I also don’t restore since when this questions series has been in my folder. But thanks to the properties option which tells, it was last modified on Saturday, December 04, 2004 12:50:18 PM. So after reading my responses of that time I could not help but wondered how I was like then.

1. Your mantra can best be described as:

- I am unique.
I do everything the right way.
I need to succeed.
I must help others.
I need to understand the world.
I am affectionate and skeptical.
I am at peace.
I must be strong.
I am happy and open to new things.

2. What kind of kid were you?

You read a lot and did well in school
You liked to please your parents and teacher
-You always took a leadership role in things
You were super hyper and dreaming of freedom
You were popular with other kids
You had a best friend who you were inseperable with
You felt like you never quite fit in
You were independent - to the point of being a loner
You felt ignored a lot... like what you wanted wasn't important

3. What's your biggest fault?

Sometimes you can be manipulative
You're a bit narcissistic
-Being too much of a perfectionist
You've got a masochistic streak
You tend to be a bit passive sometimes
You tend to be excessive with things you enjoy
You are too aggressive at times
People think you're quite weird
You tend to get depressed easily

4. What best describes you?

Cheerful
Truth-seeking
Laid back
Different
Helpful
Perfect
Successful
Invincible
- Responsible

5. On most days, you feel:

Stable and secure
Driven and motivated
Agreeable and receptive
Expressive and dramatic
- Generous and caring
Busy and happy
Confident and decisive
Focused and capable
Principled and purposeful

6. If you were guilty of a deadly sin, it would be:

Anger
Fear
Avarice
Envy
Gluttony
Pride
Deceit
Sloth
- Lust

7. What are you most afraid of?

Having no identity
Being imperfect or bad
- Being worthless
Being unloved or unwanted
Being helpless or incapable
Not having support or help
Losing someone you care about
Other people controlling you
Feeling deprived or in pain

8. You would be most likely to say:

"I prefer to figure things out on my own."
"I know I'm right - why should I have to compromise?"
"I have always been successful."
"I always see the bright side of things."
"Did that help at all?"
"All my life, I've questioned my own ability."
- "I seem to feel things more deeply than others."
"I can't really think of a time when I was afraid."
"My life just kind of fell together, and in a very nice way."

9. When you're stressed, you:

Get really bossy
Tend to veg out and get spacey
Tend to get moody and pity yourself
- Go into overdrive, pushing ahead
Become suspicious of those around you
Become picky and demanding
Withdraw and avoid people
Get impractical and hyper
Tend to want to help everyone but yourself

10. People fall in love with you because:

You're a ton of fun to be around
You teach them all sorts of new things
You're easy to get along with
You make them feel unique and special
You're very caring
You show them the vision of a perfect relationship
You're great at moving a relationship along
You'll protect them until the end
- You are very committed

11. In most of your past relationships, you've:

Gotten very settled with one or two people.
Set goals for yourself as well as the direction of the relationship.
Let the your partner make most of the decision
Had a lot of pain and hurt.
- Given as much time and attention as your partner needed
Always kept things light and fun.
Been known to start fights just to make up later.
Had trouble trusting and opening up.
Known exactly how you feel about things at all times

12. Someone who knows you real well might say that:

You are too critical
You are too practical and down to earth
- You are intelligent but distant
You are a drama queen (or king)
You seek adventure when you are in pain.
You act like the victim
You are impressed by status symbols
You'll do a lot to avoid confrontation
You think first and then act much later

And when a few minutes ago I re-scanned it, I could not help but putting the mark at other option in almost all questions. Its not that I no longer relate to my previous responses, its just that some other new choice dominates the previous one. Considering that I am bound to mark only one option here the new list goes…though at times I was in the dead heat between/among two(or more) alternatives.

1. Your mantra can best be described as:

I am unique.
I do everything the right way.
I need to succeed.
I must help others.
I need to understand the world.
I am affectionate and skeptical.
I am at peace.
I must be strong.
-I am happy and open to new things.

2. What kind of kid were you?

You read a lot and did well in school
You liked to please your parents and teacher
- You always took a leadership role in things
You were super hyper and dreaming of freedom
You were popular with other kids
You had a best friend who you were inseperable with
You felt like you never quite fit in
You were independent - to the point of being a loner
You felt ignored a lot... like what you wanted wasn't important

3. What's your biggest fault?

Sometimes you can be manipulative
You're a bit narcissistic
Being too much of a perfectionist
You've got a masochistic streak
You tend to be a bit passive sometimes
-You tend to be excessive with things you enjoy
You are too aggressive at times
People think you're quite weird
You tend to get depressed easily

4. What best describes you?

Cheerful
Truth-seeking
Laid back
Different
-Helpful
Perfect
Successful
Invincible
Responsible

5. On most days, you feel:

Stable and secure
Driven and motivated
Agreeable and receptive
Expressive and dramatic
Generous and caring
Busy and happy
-Confident and decisive
Focused and capable
Principled and purposeful

6. If you were guilty of a deadly sin, it would be:

Anger
Fear
Avarice
Envy
Gluttony
Pride
-Deceit
Sloth
Lust

7. What are you most afraid of?

Having no identity
Being imperfect or bad
Being worthless
-Being unloved or unwanted
Being helpless or incapable
Not having support or help
Losing someone you care about
Other people controlling you
Feeling deprived or in pain

8. You would be most likely to say:

"I prefer to figure things out on my own."
"I know I'm right - why should I have to compromise?"
"I have always been successful."
-"I always see the bright side of things."
"Did that help at all?"
"All my life, I've questioned my own ability."
"I seem to feel things more deeply than others."
"I can't really think of a time when I was afraid."
"My life just kind of fell together, and in a very nice way."

9. When you're stressed, you:

Get really bossy
Tend to veg out and get spacey
Tend to get moody and pity yourself
Go into overdrive, pushing ahead
-Become suspicious of those around you
Become picky and demanding
Withdraw and avoid people
Get impractical and hyper
Tend to want to help everyone but yourself

10. People fall in love with you because:

You're a ton of fun to be around
You teach them all sorts of new things
You're easy to get along with
You make them feel unique and special
-You're very caring
You show them the vision of a perfect relationship
You're great at moving a relationship along
You'll protect them until the end
You are very committed

11. In most of your past relationships, you've: (If I had one ! )

Gotten very settled with one or two people.
Set goals for yourself as well as the direction of the relationship.
Let the your partner make most of the decision
Had a lot of pain and hurt.
- Given as much time and attention as your partner needed
Always kept things light and fun.
Been known to start fights just to make up later.
Had trouble trusting and opening up.
Known exactly how you feel about things at all times

12. Someone who knows you real well might say that:

You are too critical
-You are too practical and down to earth
You are intelligent but distant
You are a drama queen (or king)
You seek adventure when you are in pain.
You act like the victim
You are impressed by status symbols
You'll do a lot to avoid confrontation
You think first and then act much later

No doubt sometimes things of past just simply make you wonder and think how much you have changed over the time. Believe me its so amusing to see yourself responding differently to the same situation but at the different points of time. Don’t we keep staring at our childhood photograph for a good stretch of time, wondering how we were like ‘then’ and how we got transformed into a different person of ‘now’ ? The same way I was smiling at myself questioning ‘hey anu, was it YOU who marked these answers ? ‘ .Because when I was going through them I found myself retorting to the same questions differently .Sure it must have got to do with our changed viewpoints, opinions, beliefs, judgments, ideas, convictions and the attitude towards life as a whole otherwise no reason I perceive of our having metamorphosed into a different individual over the time.

I don’t take any guarantee that I wont alter my answer some years or even months down the line. But yeah I do take guarantee that I will be same amused again seeing those modified answers. Really its so nice to see remodeled ‘you’, at different periods of time of the long journey. And guess what, how heartening it would be to see the kaleidoscope of various observations at one or other stage while you are on the verge of wrapping up this journey called life. Well try once for yourself and see the change if there is any, after some years or months or days down the line.
By the way have you encountered anything where your ‘now.’ and ‘then’ were different from each other in this regard ?

And yeah, Wish you all and your family a very happy and prosperous new year !!

It’s been…

2006-12-24T00:43:00.000+05:30

It’s been…

This ‘ It’s been’ series is what I wrote on the last day of exams that is on 15th .Though could not post it then.

[ It’s been 10 days since I have listened to any fm station.

It’s been 10 days and I haven’t spent more than 5 minutes on net.

Its been 10 days and I kept listening every time I picked up the phone “so rahi thi kya” .I don’t know what happened to my friends’ ears or my voice that every time I did sound as if I just woke up by their phone rings.

It’s been about one month since I have seen my newborn cute cousin.

It’s been about 10 days since I have switched on my pc.

It’s been about 15 days and I have been writing outline of what my mind was churning out to produce a number of posts on paper with pen rather with keyboard on ms word.

It’s been 10 days since I have checked anybody’s blog.

It’s been about 10 days since I have written any scrap or mail to anybody.

It’s been 15 days since I have deleted spams. There is one email id of mine which I login for spam-deletion purpose only. Hardly anybody knows that id and so it actually gets only spams and that too at the rate of 20/day.

It’s been 10 days and I have been taking shower about at 2 pm on exam days and lunch at 3pm. One day I even got a light scolding for it from my papa.

It’s been about one month and my masi has been asking me to find a good name for her new born daughter. Earlier too it was me who was held responsible to find good names for most of my maternal cousins so she wants me to continue with that.

It’s been 10 days and I have been telling lie to my family that my exams were going fine. Rather they were kinda so-so.

It’s been 3 semesters and I have screwed one paper in each semester.

It’s been 20 days since I have seen any movie despite the fact that I have four unseen movies at present in my pc.

It’s been 20 days and I have cancelled every shopping plan.

It’s been 10 days and I have stayed awake all night on the exam day except some 1-2 hr of unaware snoozes.

It’s been 10 days and the most crucial time has been from 5am to 8.30 am for 9am exam, even a single second seemed worth of 1 kg diamond.

It’s been about 10 days and I kept wearing only one jacket for all exams. Not that I am kind of any superstitious with that particular jacket or I don’t have any other to wear. In fact I didn’t have even that single minute to open up the cupboard and choose one among a dozen of woolen clothes so that same jacket hanging on hanger outside came handy like anything. Damn to what one would think of ! You see the scene of those 2-3 hours before the exam commencement.

It’s been 20 days and I have been cribbing myself for not studying regularly through out the semester and then finally kept repeating to myself ‘next sem I wont let this happen to me. sachhimuchhi’

It’s been 15 days and I kept praying to god ki please do help in maintaining the consistency. Getting a comparatively low percentage for all the semesters constantly is not the problem. Problem occurs when the graph between the x-y axes shows a downward straight line.

And it’s been ages since I have said “paper went superb”.]

This I guess best describes my situation during exams. Despite my all self imposed efforts I could best manage to perform barely okayish. No surprise it was because I hardly studied seriously in this semester. And screwed DCN a big time while other performed satisfactorily. A grievance application has been submitted on the behalf of whole class for a subject called TOC (theory of computation) because paper was a mix of out-of-syllabus-and-high-level stuff. And guess what the weird thing is, I did ok and far better than I suppose whole class.

Four days of vacation passed so fast that it seemed to me busier than my exams days. My bro arrived on the very day when my exams finished so it was obvious to get busy with him in shopping, movies, attending his friends and then meeting my friends, though I remain in touch with them by phone but face to face meeting is something else and then some other pending tasks etc etc.Now new semester has begun again, classes have commenced from the very first day, projects have been assigned to all groups and these coming five months from January to may have repeatedly been announced as the busiest period of the MCA for a host of reasons.

Though placement fortnight will be in mid may but news is also that a few ones, hcl and wipro to name two are planning to visit campus in March itself. That early placement thing also has created a bit of hustle and bustle among students. Not that I am interested in these two companies but of course would always like to test where do I stand. I may even decide to not to sit for any one if there is any one girl one company policy get implemented. What more if one of my better friends who is at decent position in hcl will listen that, he will definitely kill me by his long lecture. Looks quite pretentious and overweening of me but that’s what is in my mind. I may even end up with no offer letter in my hand at the end but I guess no one has copyright on mungerilaal ke haseen sapne.Does anybody have? Agar koi hai to kripiya kar ke bata de, 5-10 rupay de ke setting kar lenge ..

I know it’s been a long time since I have posted here on a regular basis and believe me I longed for it like anything. Let alone my this pining for writing more, irony is this that I even thought of creating one more new blog on different theme. But it didn’t take me much time to realize that it would be foolish of me to think to materialize it when I am not even able to do justice with this already existent blog on the grounds of frequency of posts.

Having said all this I still say for this blog of mine what could exactly be put into this “tera peecha na hum chodenge blogiye…”

Right now listening ‘bin tere kya hai jeena’ from wo lamhe for which number of time, I don’t have any idea.next one is ‘hazaro khwahishe aisi ki har khwahish pe dam nikle’ .Don’t know when I will be bored of jagjeet’s gajals.And next one is ‘sadma to hai mujhe bhi ki tujhse juda hoon mai ‘.

Countdown begins, here..

2006-11-29T00:20:00.000+05:30

As the exams coming closer the pressure in the air seems to be appearing more intense. Even the cell phones are not untouched by it. SMSes having all the exam spirits are keep flowing in and out of my cell .For sample they are a few ones -

Na moh na maya hai, aalas tumhi ko aaya hai ,
Baith ke chaar panne palat lo beta, final paper boy friend ne nahi banaya hai !

Kash koi exam result ka insurance kara deta ,to har exam ke pahle premium bharwa deta.Pass hote to thik warna insurance claim karwa leta !

MCAs marte nahi zinda dafnaye jate hai
Har 6 mahino mai tadpaye jate hai
Kafan khol ke dekho
To wo kaber main bhi assignment likhte paye jate hai !

5 points that prove you are a normal student –
1. Unnecessary talk on phone is called ‘course discussions ‘
2. Plan to study each day but at end of the day - kal se pakka….
3. You have all the data but you study 1 day before the exam
4. Right now you are thinking of forwarding this message to your friends..
5. On each point you smile because it’s true …

3 yrs
6 wars
5 bullets
1 person
Proud to be a …..
MCA….!!
Non mca can never understand how one gives life to add mca to name

Ae sala
Abhi abhi
Hua yakin
Padhai mere
Bas ki nahi
Kitabo ko
Main nigal gaya
Padte padhte
Pighal gaya
Hui subah
Main kho gaya
Paper mai
Main so gaya
Rub ru …

Assignments, vivas, internal assessments, external assessments, practical exams, mid terms, seminars and semester exams ...and list is just endless. Top of it we were surprised though not that shocked seeing another notice which orders us to submit the group members and project name which actually is meant for next semester. Here this semester exams haven’t finished in fact haven’t started yet and there we see the notice to plan our project at the basic level for the next semester. What more this time we have just 4-5 holidays on the name of semester break. Ever heard semester break of 4-5 days ? Well, let it be.

By the way, I’ve just noticed one thing .Right now I don’t have time to write despite having so much to write and on the other hand when I have enough time to write I feel so sluggish. Trade offs like these are intentionally self-made excuses or they just fall in place to appear like excuses, which they actually are not ? Don’t things like that happen in many fronts in our life ?
Oh my god, I am such a chatter box. I am supposed to be done with Sumitabh Das (my UNIX book) this night for day after tomorrow’s practical exam (according to my master plan for getting passing marks, you see !) and here I am blogging-shogging like a velli.

Chalo ji, wish me luck, if you can. Bhagvaan bhala karegaa – MERA

Endless Exams !

2006-11-17T00:45:00.000+05:30

Whenever my friends (who are not in my college) and relatives ask me “anu, what are you doing this weekend, how if we go for some shopping for tinku-minku” or like “ oye are you free? What if you visit me this holiday?”, I always have responses like , “I have a couple of assignments to be submitted by this deadline” ,”Tests hai yaar “ . I mean I know the way me and a couple of my friends do fulltuss masti ,I do seem quite misfit for such responses .But you see, fun in the boundary of the campus is different thing. Even if we are in library for so called assignment but rather doing gossip for more of time, it sends the message that still we are doing some thing. And no matter how many times I copy assignments from my friends’ ones, some type of pressure or unease is always there. Since I have been undergoing all this for more than 4 years, it’s become quite normal for me. In fact all these stuff don’t bother me any more. Still I could not understand the reason behind some two dozen tests and assignments widespread throughout the semester let alone the final semester exams. During graduation I was so silly, I really didn’t enjoy that typical college life then. But now all these damn things don’t irritate me much. Having said that I accept I don’t really mean it. The moment you are done with some mid term or any other tests and utter that “Ahhh” , you are sent in to the another shock to utter “Uhhh” by declaring on the notice board that you have those end semester exams from this date apart from those final practical exams.

Anyways the thing is ,the current pathetic preparation of mine is just not allowing me to write something over here. Only I know that how much I missed and gonna miss blogging for a few days to come .I badly wanted to publish my bday-post that is half completed right now. Guess will complete it after exams. For time being here are some pics of the day

Try to find, where I am –

So obedient we are, all are in Khadi except few ones like me .Hey its no way a hint !

The one who recognizes me first will be entitled for a byte from this yummy cake –

And might be the image of this bouquet too, which was sent to me from so called ‘unknown source’ according to my friends –

More will be there in some post dedicated to my bday, the one which was one of the bests in my 22 years because of some loving friends.

See ya after a couple of weeks !!

Ada Pe Fida Day

2006-11-07T22:29:00.000+05:30

Just an hour ago I was about to write this post on some different topic. But an hour ago an sms entered in my cell from one of my better friends GSK that made me glued with my cell for the last one hour. Though just when I was about to start studying marvelously horrifying peeli-peeli yellow book of Algorithms this sms so audaciously decided to flow into my cell’s inbox without having an idea that this could be my another excuse for not studying just like in case of other days. I copy (paste) here the sms I am praising (the ultimate velli inside me) and also cursing (the true student inside me!) .It goes like this –

‘Today is “ADA PE FIDA DAY”.tel my one ada jispe u ho fida.Send dis msg to all ur frnds even me n know ur diff. Qualities. reply is must”

What I did after reading it was obvious. I sent the reply to GSK which goes –

“Teri logo ki popat karne ki ada ! D way u ridicule ppl,hilarious !Ab lage haath meri ada bhi bata hi de jispe tussi fida ho jee !! “

Though she didn’t reply for I know she has truck loads of (fe) male friends to ask the same question. Which I know for sure must have kept her busy for last couple of hours. And no doubt replying me back for the same question must have not that scintillating for her than asking and stir somebody else to respond her and in turn make the half-duplex chain among a good number of nodes (who says I am good for nothing in subject called Data Communication and Network) .

Well, I am not among those who lose their weapons so easily and so soon. So I sent this sms to some dozen of my friends. Believe me it was so much fun to read their diverse replies and revert back to them with my reactions which they half expected from me.

Above mentioned same question was forwarded by me. I am typing my and their responses right from my cell as they were .No editing, rephrasing or modification I am making except replacing a seemingly meaningful word (for me) with its full form .Like comments with ‘cments’ or couple with ‘cple’ ,just in case you find yourself not able to understand what message has been conveyed. Thanks to the limited number of characters one can type in a single message.

Moreover following sentences are mostly in hindi because we mostly communicate in hindi and I am no way gonna translate them into angreji for the obvious reason ki mere ko angrezi nahi ati , you Angrez firangee…

Almost all persons are my classmates except GSK and Mathur. Shaitaan me is the one who gets activated when she goes through the reply of sender (i.e in background, dhinchik dhinchik ) and shareef me is the one who types and sends her reply again to the person at other end.

(In order of their arrival. )

Arora – Ap ki ek ada humein bhati hai jo ap frnds ko humesha yad rakhti hain aur humesha jo har situation mai khud ko kool rakh pati hai & its true. now ur turn to tell me abt me !

Shaitaan me- yaar tu apun ko itna izzat kyyon de le ri hai aj , Ap boli mere ko ,over dose to nahi leli tune us pill ki which labels ‘pill to make u perfect tapoori ‘. And as far as koolness is concerned, 24 ghante apne saath fridge baandh kar rakhti hoon mai d same way Lakshmi bai usd to fasten her little son on her back .Now u knw d secret ?

Shareef me- ur helping nature .i lovd u wen u made mupeeez diagrams 4 me in assignments.ur dressing sense is also good.or fir bootifool logo ki to har cheez ada ban jati hai n ur comments on my blog .

Chotu- yaar yeh tune badaa difficult kaam de diya hai..ummm…sochna padegaa…aaj kal toh teri julfo wali ada par I m fida but must say dat u r a real person n give +ve vibes !
(2nd one) Not at all artificial n teri sadi si smile bhi uniq hai always keep it warna kuchh missing lagta hai …Bas yaar abb nahi likha ja rahaa…chal tata n gud nyt darling.

( I had a hair cut just a couple of days ago so whenever somebody compliments me on it I hastily move my neck on a small degree of angle to look as if I m maraoing impression shifting hairs on my cheeks to backwards by swinging them through neck movement rather making use of fingers .Does it make sense ?)

Shaitaan me- Oh dear ,im so grateful to u.itna difficult kaam karke tune to mujhe 11358 tons ke bojh tale daba diya.How wud I lighten myself ?n btw mere ko kya photon ya positively charged ion samjha hai, baat karti hai + vibes ki .insaan hoon mai insaan u electron ! aur age se meri smile ko sadi mat boliyo maan haani ka daava thohk doongi tujh par high court mai.

Shareef me-oye chotu tune to sucrose ki balti pila di aj ,khane mai kya ganne ke paid hi kha gayee kya ?d way u kill taali d way u laugh,making 5 meter circle wid ur lips ,amazing !!

Shrivastav-I like the way you giggle….really naughty..and the fairy tale way you sleep in the class also fascinates me….Reply..(this dudette didn’t use any sms lingo !)

Shaitaan me- Hadd hai sab mere hasne ke peeche pade hue hai ,seems behind d curtain some conspiracy is being made to put an evil eye on my smile n giggles! n man ye fairy tale way kya hota hai sone ka, do u mean I look like fairy? Thankoo bery bery much.

Shareef me- d way u make bachho jaise faces.tho u r quite tall n hav a couple of coveted official posts but frm d very beginning al u were 4 me was a sweet n helping frnd, a cute bachha !

Mehta- Yeh reshmi zulfein yeh sharbati ankhen tumhe dekh kar ji rahen hai sabhi tere jaisa yar kahan kahan aisa yarana sexy 3 tujhe log bolen kajrare 2 tere kale 2 naina

Shaitaan me-seems u participated in a rigorous competition ,of singing maximum number of songs in a limited no of times with character limitation also. U win dear,The prize of a glimpse of a big trophy will be sent to u in ur inbox or u can get its print out also with MY autograph.

Shareef me-Not available as she didn’t ask the floating question for herself !

Mathur-For me it’s the way u gossip about the simple things that happen around us.what if I ask the same question ?

Shaitaan me- Prove it by example !

Shareef me-bas itna sa ?Well d way u motivate urself n others is superb.i still remember wen u usd to try to motivate me in cl.nice to hav a frnd lik u !

Arya-I lik ur kaminigiri,wot u lik abt me ?

Shaitaan me- Ok I note ur words here.u like kaminigiri ,right? Will show u this when u will look for a suitable hubby.

Shareef me- teri hair ishtyle,tera unque n spcial hair cut,badi fida hoon yaar mai !or teri bakri ki speed se program banaane ki ada ,bas mar java .Kamino ka bhi khayal rakha kar!

(This gal let her hairs cut by the hands of her roomie HJ.In class she was showing her newly cut hair.Just when I was trying to examine which new hair cut she has just had I came to know it was discovered by HJ.And the very day I pulled her legs so badly that in the end she was rushing after me taking her all ready weapons in her hand. And the intensity with which she runs after me hasn’t reduced significantly)

Semwal- teri to har ada par fida hai hum.u r very sweet at heart n this is exactly wht I feel for u .

Shaitan me-Control ur emotions dear! I hope u r not that frustrated !

Shareef me- shareef me tabhi jinda hoti hai jab usse reply karne ko bola jata hai . fine ?

SJ- Ur presence brings smile on my face …dis is ur biggest quality…now ur turn …I m waiting….SJ here …dis is my new no…

Shaitaan me- matlab kya hai tera ,mere ko dekhte hee tu apne nakli daat dikhaane lag jati hai? chahe saamne vo taklaa khada ho ? OS bahot padh rahi hai ajkal ,badi ‘waiting’ ki baat kar rahi hai !!

Shareef me-yaar ye bada phassion chal raha hai naye number lene ka ajkal…chal party dede yaar! Wel ur pretty face put me in complex mam.u got such a frndly nature n d way u keep track of all d jain mundaaz in ur notebook..koi catering wala, koi tent wala ! :p n ur bootifool ishmyle..btw pinku n Mj ka bhi man ho hamare liye 2 shabd kahne ka to wo vinamrata se gandhigiri follow karte hue chotu ka cel cheen sakti hai or fokat ke sms ka laabh utha sakti hai !!

(1.Actually for a couple of days I have been receiving a number of missed calls and messages from an unknown number. I had already run wild horses of my mind in all the direction to discover who the hell is this. Finally chotu disclosed ,she herself was doing this with her new number .And then now SJ revealed that she also got new number.
2. One time I stumbled on the back of her notebook, where many people’s names were written mostly were jains. It was basically the list of all concerned people including guests of her bro’s marriage.
3. Chotu, SJ, MJ and Pinku are roomies and Pinku and MJ don’t have cells so I was asking if they want to add something in my honor from their ends. )

MJ- Waise to apki kai adai hai…par abhi ke liye ek hi .teri …taporiyo wali ada …

Shaitan me- Saari adaei installments mai batane ka irada hai kya ?

Pinku-Changa lagta tera mukhada,change lagti teri baatein

Me- Arre koi dj vj lagao re ,itna vadda compliment hai .east or west pinku is the best .jab tak sooraj chand rahega annu-pinku ka naam rahegaa ! bhaad mai gaya shareef or shaitan !!

Hehe, And still I am getting replies from my other friends. But I stop here. All in all it was real fun .A person is always eager to listen what people think of him/her, what they feel about him, how they take him as a person, what image he has made over the time no matter intentionally or inadvertently in others minds, how he will be known among a larger circle, how does it affect the daily routine life interpersonal communication ,how much his company is relished by others and most importantly how much he is able to connect and relate with them.

By the way may I send you a message through this post call it blog messaging services (BMS)) –

‘Today is “ADA PE FIDA DAY”.tel my one ada jispe u ho fida.Send dis msg to all ur frnds even me n know ur diff. Qualities. reply is must”

Classes oops Faltugiri is here again

2006-10-29T23:03:00.000+05:30

Tomorrow my college gonna start again after about 10 days vacations. I was wondering how my vacations differ from my normal working days in college.

1. My day start at 7 am in college days which in vacations extend to the 8 am.

2. I don’t have to worry if my cell’s ring tone is set on maximum volume .On the other hand I am required to check that my cell is in silent mode during the time I am in college. Yes, cell usage is prohibited inside our campus.

3. This is one of the shocking facts for me and my friends also. By this time you must have read my freaking hobby of sleeping in classes. There is no day when I don’t doze off at least in one class. But in holidays I rarely happen to have my share of siesta. I don’t have any idea how my sleep vanishes when I or anybody has least problem with it. What more, my body just adjust with the reduced sleeping hours? In working days when average sleeping hours is 8-9 hrs, it’s just 7-8 hrs in holidays. My friends have hell of difficulty to digest this fact.

4. This is quite obvious though. In holidays my mom makes sure that she gets unburdened a little bit by making me take on the mantle of some household chores(Mainly of kitchen ) and shopping . There lies one very negative side of it .Since I happen to make chapatis exceptionally soft even softer than my ma, this becomes one implicit job of mine, almost daily. My sis goes to the extent of not eating chapatti if it’s not cooked by me. Thank god, holidays have an end.

5. In holidays I miss my college days so much which is not that 100% true vice-versa. Actually except Sunday I don’t long for holidays that much. Some kind of vacuum fills in during long holidays, I feel.

6. This is quite confusing for me. I notice working days seem to have more time availability to do other things .But in holidays I just wonder where my time flies out. If somebody asks me what I have done throughout the day, I will surely fumble for words to say something significant. While in normal days I have the track of where I have spent my hrs of the day.

7. In college I do ‘sahbhoj’ with some half dozen friends who deem snatching my lunch as their birth right. Even at times when I have one fast in a week I bring in my tiffin for my friends owing to their death threats. Definitely its so great to listen them eulogizing my ma’s culinary skill. So I feel the absence of their single-byte-grabbing activity and those praises for MY ma.

8. In these holidays days I just could not kick my ass off the bed for a morning walk. And bizarre thing is that when vacations are off I am all geared up to do it on regular basis as if doing something in not-that-favorable situation has been my motive. There is logic, you see, since now onwards me and my sis both will have to be up comparatively early in the morning, getting up one hour earlier won’t be that harsh on us.

9. Finally, I guess, when I feel low the busy schedule in the college helps in forgetting the cause of it. There is so much to do – faltugiri, wattgiri, vellagiri, tafri to dissociate yourself from the low spirits. But the free time in holidays just surface the issue and unconsciously you keep remembering them as if you don’t have anything better to think upon. That is why I like to be as much occupied as I can.

I end it here. For one reason this time my holidays didn’t go that good. Well this is not true for every pack of holidays. This time my newly purchased combo drive deceived me just when I was watching ‘Fanaa’.I don’t know if it happened because I was seeing this movie. But, whatever, it’s been about 10 days and my vendor is nowhere to be seen with the fixed/new one. Thus the plan of watching a dozen movies just went in vain. On second thought, how does it matter after all, I am always with more time in my hands in a hectic and stressed schedule. Blogging is just the example which seems to suit it. Anyways I stop here, need to hit the bed if I want myself to be present in tomorrow’s 8 am class of operating system. Guten nacht !!

Ufff....ye spams !

2006-10-20T23:27:00.000+05:30

Ufff…I don’t see anybody who wont just scream out this “ufff” seeing a large number of spams in his/her inbox as regular as an AIDS aid is aired after or during every serial/news telecast on DD-1.I don’t know what kinda spams you receive and what you choose to do with them or what your first reaction is .Below are the ones I saw in my inbox and the reaction in my mind while deleting them .

Sender Subject

1. Pauline Enjoy multi-orgasms using this powerful thing
(chee cheee…)

2. Etta Enjoy multi-orgasms using this powerful thing
(arre bhai or bahan subject to change kar leta !!)

3. Burrell New New Would you like to please your lovely partner completely?
(hiiyoo rabba )

4. Groves New’n’hot Have you ever wished to have more intense final?
(final ? ICC Champion’s Trophy ke finalist se poocho na !)

5. Rick how is everything
(Ekdum jhakkass ! )

6. HSC HSC Newsletter September 2006
(na padhoo to kya kar legaa ? bol, bol ??

7. National lottery.com CONGRATULATIONS/WINNING NOTIFICATION:
(Oh sirjee, galtee ho gayi …mai ticket to lena hee bhool gayi si !)

8. Jerold J Samet Hi. My name is John
(Hi.My name is Abraham . Kho-Kho khele ? )

9. Janine are u happy
( why ? u gonna make me sad ? )

10. Ulysses still waiting
(menuu pata hai tuu agle mail mai bhi yahi likhega ! )

11. Bruno need some help
(bhai pahle ye to bata ki kahi question mark lagana to nahi bhool gaya ya fir help-shelp mere se maang raha hai ?

12. Taylor Order this powerful tab and begin to play!
(oh jee, pahle ap ye to batao ki ap maths ki taylor series wale hi taylor saab ho kya ?

13. Leary You could order it on-line and get immediately!
(kyoon ? mere ghar ke pass dukaan kholi hai kya apni ??)

14. Lyman thx for all ur help
(hehe ,aa gaya ji samjh ki question mark nahi lagna tha waha. your bahot-bahot welcome jee !!

15. Brianna lets go
(Khandaala ?Rani Mukharjee ko bol vo chali jayegi. Mereko thoda kaam hai ghar par .diwali ki safai karni hai na !!)

16. Doherty It is absolutely safety for your health!
(kya spams ke upar post likhna ?)

17.Olive how's life
(tereko good boloongi tab paise milenge ya bad boloongi tab ??)

18. Wilfred got a second
(yeah , but it’s finished .Survey kar raha hai kya ?? )

19. Dianna look again
(Kidhar ko ?? tere prince ki taraf ?? )

20. Us Inc. For personal
(to mainu kyoon bata riyo hai ??)

21. Jocelyn you got some time
(Haanji thi 1 second wo Wilfred saab le gaye !! )

22. Lela kool, lets go
(abbe bola na ,bahot kaam hai mere ko ghar pe . Raani ko request kar fir se .nahi nahi Amir ko bol ,hamare India mai ladki ek ladki ko khandala leke nahi jaati !)

23. Sheena can you help me with this
(fir se ladki ! kaha chupoo mai ? )

24. corpuscular Nothing grows better than this one bacterium
(kya baat hai , nobel award nahi mila apko is saal ka ??)

25. danic@davey. com Frw from : Perry
(Badde confused lagte ho . Pahle decide kar lo jee ki asli naam kya hai danic ya perry !

26. Mitch see for yourself
(You sure its ‘M’ in your name ?)

27. Trudy thanks 4 last night
(arre thanks ki kya baat hai mamu ,apun ka rule hai ye atleast 1 haddi chodne ka body mai .Ghandigiri ka fassion hai na ajkal Chal tu kabaddi khel ab !! )

28. Lois can't believe it
(Even I cant that I get so many spams!!)

29. Freddy still working out things
(abbe to mai kya karoo ? dhol bazaoo sallu mama ki tarah ??)

30. off Wed :AM
(kya kya naam rakhne lage hai parents ajkal . aur kuch nahi to off ,ON bhi ata ya ati hogi abhi !! aur time kya invisible mode mai likha hai kya ??)

31. behavioral Growth alert that brings profit couldn't
(aee lo ,ye naya naam ! kitne bhai bahan hai behavioral tere ?)

32. Bethesda Nothing grows faster than this crimson
(itne frustrated nobel award nahi milne par ?)

33. Sanford what was that
(Lost your yaddasht ?)

34. chalkline Growth promise that unleashes a frenzy basin
(kasme vaade pyaar wafa batein hai baato ka kya ..)

35. denunciation We know it'll be sent flying cannabis
(darta kyyon hai ? fly kar ,swim kar,walk kar …koi tax nahi lagega !!)

36. childbear It's still not too late to ride this wave betrothal
(Haila , mere physics wale sir ne to mujhe ye ‘betrothal’ wave padhai hee nahi thi .Ab samjh aya ki marks kyoon kam aye the !!)

37. dame Don't let others beat you fighting for this decal
(hai kissi maid dum ? vivek oberio ke alawa ?)

38. Conrad how's it going
(its going very fast !)

39. Home Start tells take
(angreji atti hai home start jii )

40. Lehman New New You always dreamt to rock hard erections…
(Agar apke naam ke age brothers aur laga hota na to sachhi apkaa jikr is post mai ham kadapi nahi karte !!)

41. Barnett Rocket stock pick is what pro traders say about this one.
(stock market se bada darr lagta hai mainu !!)

42. Bob Allen Financial Success Can Be Yours. Start Today!
(What if I start yesterday ? )

43. promotions manager Hi enjoy a bahama cruise vacation at no cost
(sacchi bus stand ane ke liye auto ka kiraya bhi free?? )

44. IQ Test Are you a genius? Free IQ Test!
(yes I am .writing this post proves it . By the way doctor ne commission nahi maanga IQ test ke liye ??)

45. Good old verses Id
(song id ya movie id bhi available hai ??)

46. jellouw hows it look
(just like mayawati !)

47. cerebrate advert
(pervert !)

48. chretien you still working on it
(bas sab apki hee kripa hai !!)

49. Online Degrees Find your perfect college degree, 100% online
(1% offline is needed !! itni bargaining to chalegi yaar .)

50. Oliva so what
(shubhraatri !)

51. Darrin anharmonic Stock.com Brokers will be scrambling for this one
(bola na ,B.P high ho jata hai mera stock sun kar !)

52. uk draw RE : LOTTO
(Jyada lotto khayega to daant mai keede pad jayenge !)

53. Jacquelyn Find the Fast & Easy loan program ! 32449
(fast ?kya speed hai 32449 kmph !! amazing ! )

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(How should I , 1 chokka laga doo chalegaa ??)

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And hey , WISH YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES A VERY HAPPY DIWALI..

Guzar Jaate Hain Jo Makaam....

2006-10-13T23:47:00.000+05:30

I was just listening this song on FM and wondering how beautiful lyrics and music one is capable of making. Every time I listened to this song I found myself saying “mindblowing” .Check out for yourself ! Here is the lyrics of one of my best-loved songs from movie Ap ki kasam in Kishore’s voice.(bold ones are the lines I found most touching ones, wondering if anything left after them !)

Zindagi Ke Safar Mein Guzar Jaate Hain Jo Makaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate

Phool Khilte Hain,
Log Milte HainPhool Khilte Hain,
Log Milte Hain Magar
Patjhad Mein Jo Phool Murjha Jaate Hain
Vo Baharon Ke Aane Se Khilte Nahin
Kuchh Log Ik Roz Jo Bichhad Jaate Hain
Vo Hazaron Ke Aane Se Milte Nahin
Umra Bhar Chahe Koi Pukaara Kare Unka Naam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein...

Aankh Dhokha Hai, Kya Bharosa Hai
Aankh Dhokha Hai, Kya Bharosa Hai
SunoDoston Shaq Dosti Ka Dushman Hai
Apne Dil Mein Ise Ghar Banane Na Do
Kal Tadapna Pade Yaad Mein Jinki
Rok Lo Rooth Kar Unko Jaane Na Do
Baad Mein Pyaar Ke Chahe Bhejo Hazaron Salaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate,
Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein...

Subah Aati Hai, Shaam Jaati Hai
Subah Aati Hai, Shaam Jaati Hai Yunhi
Vaqt Chalta Hi Rehta Hai Rukta Nahin
Ek Pal Mein Ye Aage Nikal Jaata Hai
Aadmi Theek Se Dekh Paata Nahin
Aur Pardey Pe Manzar Badal Jaata Hai
Ek Baar Chale Jaate Hain Jo Din-Raat Subah-O-Shaam
Vo Phir Nahin Aate, Vo Phir Nahin Aate
Zindagi Ke Safar Mein….

“MINDBLOWING” !!

DB2 episode-2

2006-10-02T19:47:00.000+05:30

Continued.....

After doing all irrelevant things in night rather grappling with DB2 concepts I woke up in morning at 8.30 as my batch’s test was scheduled at 10.30 .Having thought I should read at least something to say my friends I have got the command on these concepts, I half finished one PDF file that carried maximum weightage out of total 5-6 ones in an hour. Reaching half an hour before the time helped in realizing that I am nothing good at mugging things. All the answers that were mugged up last day have been washed up from my hard disk overnight. Seems my hard disk is volatile. I again went through them rapidly to give myself a moral boost.
Same thing happened during my seminar also .Everything I crammed for my part of presentation vanished. By vanishing I mean I could not recall the same sentences I mugged up. Anyhow since every concept was crystal clear I went on explaining things in my own words. It was all coming in fluent manner so it didn’t seem like I have forgotten what I have mugged; in fact what audience reported was it’s looking quite spontaneous. My other teammates kapur and arora didn’t face something like this given their ultimate rattamaar qualities.

In the lab I went through all the questions and answered them about half an hour before the completion of the test. As I was confident that in worst case I will score more than 60% and in best case I will score above 70%, I didn’t try hard on the questions I was confused. Moreover I envisaged myself to be in a win-win situation because if I get above 61% I would be getting the certificate and would be called DB2 certified and if I get above 70% I would be getting my money back also. Whichever side I happen to lie I am gaining something, I didn’t want more than that. Moreover the results of previous batch (M.Tech plus MCA last sem) manifested that scoring even in 60% is a distant goal to achieve. So thinking beyond 70 was out of question.

Thinking of that remaining half an hour I decided to do full time social service. Part time I was doing during solving my own paper. Since it was an online test, the set timer was continuously showing the remaining time and remaining questions which need to be solved .I was shocked to see the status MJ’s system was showing beside me. She was required to solve 28 questions in 26 minutes. During solving my own I kept telling her “speed up, speed up”. If you see a person who really deserves the nice result, you will have to be an iron hearted for not helping her. Rest of my time went in telling the answers I knew. Literally she was like ki ‘Pahle question to padh loo’ .On which I gave her a satisfactory reply ki ‘ munni tu questions hi padhti rah jayegi aise. Believe me I have also got these questions and this is the right answer just click on the radio button (or check box since there were multiple answers too for a single question) aur to bhi pass na ho to 450 mere se le liyo !! ‘ .I was amazed how fast that half an hour passed supplying answers to a couple of more friends and reviewing my own. And do you believe MJ got 76%.How I wish PS were also in our batch so that one could persuade her to speed up, damn to alphabetical system. Though she is DB2 certified now but not eligible to get the money back.Anyways so many of students in this batch performed better than the last one. Next batch preparing outside got a confidence boost that % in 70 is manageable. So it was no surprise next batches showed better results .Our DB2 coordinator along with other lecturers and technical staff was very happy to see the nice result as a whole. As I told, in previous years it never happened that no of students clearing this exam was so large. Subsequently the big question mark was writ large on this IBM representative AG’s face. More or less he was quite puzzled and worried about the money he would have to return to many students. So now you know the exception I was talking about in last post. However in the end he expressed his feel-good feeling that students really took this exam seriously and gave all credit to KG which she rightly deserved.

At my end no doubt I was thrilled seeing my score and MJ’s and a few of our friends. Even that bhayya ji was also happy hearing my score and getting the positive reply when he asked about mithaai. I immediately called up my papa, home and one of my very good friends who was busy then, I guess. After that me with my friends kept spreading the instruction how they should attempt the paper, and the sample papers they should give more focus on, the pattern etc etc. The basic idea behind it was to see how far the score could go up and enabling more and more people to claim their money. Nevermind the competition .In the end all are DB2 certified, that’s it. Moreover I think revealing the pattern info doesn’t make any remarkable difference in the performance they would have got without it. However the surprising results in next batches defied my last statement.

We were astounded to learn the % score chotu, shekhu, arora and kapur got. Seriously it was heartening to see those great results. Waiting in library for my pals’ results I rushed to the lab when I got the news of completion of last batch’s exam at the drop of a hat .And man beyond our most optimistic hopes kapur was topper and arora was second. My mouth was so widely opened it could fit in an apple very easily. I hugged kapur, chotu and arora so tightly that we all considered it one of the sweetest moments of our life together.

Basically it came as a bolt from the blue because even on the previous day of the exam I and kapur were so reckless that we were ready to go for ‘Dor’. However due to an unfavorable reason we could not make it. Apparently everyone was asking for the treat. For others she postponed it for a couple of days. Excitement was so intense in our blood that we two end up reaching The Rock which is very hap place for youngsters. The ambience inside was too good and stimulating, simply rocking ! Ordering our stuff I gained it was supposed to be my fast, so I had to be content with only cappuccino (with Irish flavor though) while she was gulping down her chocho shake and fudge brownie .Our table was the only one which has persons of same sex. No need to mention the sight of blissfully happy couples was like a splinter under the skin. But I must say the evening was really lovely. We named 29th September as the KK day. What does KK means can’t be disclosed for too asinine reason.

While having our respective drink we were discussing how lucky we were to have such a great group of friends. How we all about 15 friends were so happy on each others small achievements without even a tiny sense of in-house competition. The best part of our group is that everybody is full of life, everybody is ready to stretch her hand to help out the other person, everybody believes in having fun with a right ratio of studies (that goes quite low for me), everybody is caring and concerned and most importantly everybody puts her efforts in studies not because she wants to get an edge over any of the group members but just because she wants to maintain a good academic record, as simple as that .TOUCHWOOD.

The only thing which was missing in this event was the presence of our two of the dearest friends Aiyer and Mehta who are darn sick these days and taking cure at their homes. I heavily appreciate Dhara who didn’t hesitate a bit in skipping her own exam to accompany Mehta in a long bus journey to her home .Miss you guys, get well soon and show us your tandarust pretty faces right here as soon as possible .

DB2 episode -1

2006-09-30T19:41:00.000+05:30

Yesterday was quite a happening one for most of the DB2 test takers in college and happy also for some of them except one. ‘Everybody’ includes students, teachers, technical staff and even one of peons of our college. And by the way why you gave me that look when I said ‘except one’. Please I am not the exception every time.

It was online DB2 certification exam conducted by IBM. For uninitiated, in short DB2 is one of the software from IBM that helps in creating and maintaining large Databases. I got 74% and to my and everybody’s pleasant surprise one of my closest friends Kapur topped with 93% and second topper was another one of my very good friends ,Arora with 89%. For the first time in the history it happened that many girls cleared this exam with flying colors. Our seniors kept telling us about the efforts it takes to clear this exam since very few could clear it in last years. This exam is regarded quite tough one to clear in addition the passing % is as much as 61%. That is if one gets even 60.99 s/he won’t be getting the certificate.

In college for the first time IBM charged fees for this, that was Rs 450. Don’t know if they wanted it to be levied to generate more sincerity in the students for this course. But their announcement that everyone who scores more than 70% deserves their exam fees back, was the only motivational factor for me to clear it otherwise my sincerity towards this exam can clearly be seen in this post.
And believe me scoring more than 70% seemed a hell of tough job to accomplish to all of us, to me particularly. But when you know , you have paid the fixed fees already for not a fruitful reason and no other chance to get them back but to do the thing excellently you have paid fess for , you are left with no other choice except just to do it sufficiently good so as to get the money back . That’s what I did.

Just before the exam day when I was in class with very few ones, other classmates were preparing for it at their homes. So just when I was about to leave for home (taking a little bit lesson from other classmates who had actually taken the leave just for this exam )after attending 2 classes I was stopped by Arora .What she wanted was to study together in library. For a moment I was taken back given her talkativeness( as if I am any less than her ) but next moment it was like ‘ when I am gonna study otherwise ,I don’t have any book ,I don’t have that pdf files wali CD that is stuck in my old CD-Driver (I recently purchased new combo drive) ,after all I will end up sleeping at home ‘ . So after a 2-seconds decision making process (how fast, you see) we decided to study DB2 together in library. No need to mention every now and then I’d said her ‘ab bahot ho gaya bahan ,hoyega jo ho jayega’ .But she was determined to finish up with model papers ,guess like me she was also worried if we both end up sleeping at our places respectively. So desirously but hopelessly we completed our all sample papers till 6 pm including 2-3 hours of ‘healthy discussion’ on love and related issues with our other dear friend dhara in between .One thing I was sure of was that I would not have done so much if I had gone to home earlier. Leaving the library I was saying Arora – ‘Dekh yaar ab 70% ane honge to itni padhai se aa jayenge aur nahi ane honge to wo jyada padhai se bhi nahi ayenge , so I am not gonna study more,better if I do something about our sem papers I am screwed very badly in ‘ .
Bhayya ji (one of the peons) who sits outside the library for verification of the books issued , jumped in unexpectedly ‘ arre aise kyoon bolte ho, pass ho jaoge app’ .

Me- ‘oh,really ?’

Bhayya ji- ‘mere mooh se roj ek baat sach nikalti hai .Aj ab nikli hai ‘
Me- ‘Arre kya baat hai , fir to mujhe ab bilkul padhne ki jaroorat nahi hai ‘

Everyone around was laughing I realized then.
Me- ‘ bhayya ji fir arora ke liye bhi bol do ki ye bhi pass ho jayegi ‘

Arora- ‘ haan haan mere liye bhi ‘ . Almost requesting.

Bhayya ji – ‘ arre ek din ek hi baat nikalti hai , aise pata thode hi rahta hai kab niklegi , par apka sabka ho jayega ‘.

Me- ‘ ae lyo ,bhayya ji ne popat kar di teri , koi na kal exam se pahle aa jana or bol dena bhayya ji ab nikalo apki sachhi baat aj ki , theek hai na bhayya ji ? ‘

I was amazed how even a person who is called peon could try to motivate you and say you all the best in his own manner. That’s the reason I say most of the staff in our college is quite supporting and concerned.
Well there are so many pagalpanthiz we keep on doing in and out of the class. But other one is like this –
When I, arora and dhara were discussing that exciting topic our other group member MJ came in and asked about the progress we were making in regard to DB2 exam, little did she know about what we were actually doing .Now this girl is quite hosiyaar and always worried about the studies ‘ mujhe to ye nahi ata , mujhe to vo nahi ata ‘ .May be that’s why she is very hosiyaar because the person who knows a lot knows what he doesn’t know.Hum jaise to ye bhi nahi jaante ki hum kya nahi jaante !! . Believe me she is among those who know almost everything in every subject than anyone else but still keep on cribbing .aur ek hum jaise hai jo ek jara si cheej ane par jump maarne lagte hai :p . Whatever, she is one of the sweetest and down to earth friends I have ever met .And I mean it because I say things only when I mean them.
So this time she goes like this – ‘mujhe to complexities bhi nahi ati saare algos (algorithms) ki ‘

Me- ‘abe manne to algos hi nahi ate tu to unki complexities ki baat kar rahi hai ‘

Everyone – haaa haa hee hee hoo hoo

Me- ‘dekh beta tension ni lene ka, jab bhi inferior feel ho mere ko yaad kar liya kar , socha kar anu ko to ye bhi nahi ata . I am damn sure you will be filled with superiotiry complex ‘ .

But seriously jokes apart I really believe in this theory. To an extent it’s a good stress buster. When I am low I think ‘arre mere paas ye to hai logo ke paas to ye bhi nahi hai ‘ and when I am feeling very high ‘mere paas to sirf yahi hai , logo ke paas to itna hai ‘ . It simply balances your spirit, temper and bound you to be on earth.

Anyways so there is hundreds of conversation that would compel anybody around to laugh seeing our facial expressions, listening our lingo, most importantly noticing our enthusiastic temperament no matter how anxious and tensed the situation is. That becomes more noticeable when someone else in the same boat can be seen quite nervous and taking deep breathes out of tension while cramming the stupid things.

Back at home I didn’t study on DB2 at all. See it’s not like boasting of myself .Its just that I try to find where the threshold lies and after which point there gonna be same result no matter how much I slog. All I did that evening was listening to radio on my cell phone like every other day, a little bit of my semester subject’s study and selecting a few E-greeting cards for a couple of my friends whose birthdays happen to fall in this month. Since my periodicals (mid-terms) gonna commence from 10th, I wont have time to go through dozens of greetings to select just a couple of ones. Now I am among those who hit the greeting cards’ sites very rarely, more precisely only when my good friends’ (who are out of jaipur) birthdays are around. And I make sure that none of the greetings sent by me looks as if I have done it just for the hack of it. So once in a while I do devote a good time in selecting the greeting card (be it virtual one or physical one) that just suits our friendship actually. Not to mention this selection of few ones would surely come very handy while sending one of them during my exams.Of course a phone call is always there but techie people can’t ever get rid of their habit of having back-ups. Who says I don’t plan things?

Well this was all about the things prior to the exam day .I get comments about my very long posts so things happened the next day,ie on exam day are described in other post just above this one .

But I would recommend you guys no to go through it ,just because at times you might not relate or make sense out of whole episode. Moreover it might not be that interesting to you that it seems to me or anyone indulged. Here the question arises ‘then why do I write all this on a public place’ .Well I don’t agree on this front at the first place that it’s exactly a public place. Besides that any one who doesn’t know me personally may not need and appreciate it but my friends who I know personally be it my friends I talk about here or other ones, I must say really admire it .The one who doesn’t like it reading always has option to click the mouse at the rightmost most button on top but I cant let everybody know (who find it interesting) what I have written every now and then separately on paper or on screen. Nor it’s in my habit to tell anybody about the updates until asked. One comes here only when s/he likes it otherwise s/he won’t visit again unless or until I hold a gun to somebody’s head. Which I am not gonaa do either. Moreover I want all these incidents to be recorded somewhere, which is quite handy at any time at any place, surprisingly my friends group shares the same idea. Though many of them do not give their comments in written rather choose it to be verbal, nor do I ask them for other way round. Do you need anyone to give comments in written form (when they daily meet you and are always there to say it aloud) just to increase your number of comments. Absolutely not.
Well after reading so much of bhasanbaazi no doubt you must be thinking why am I blabbering too much or I have got some message or kinda thing asking about the purpose of writing the descriptions people may not relate with on generic basis. Not at all. Fortunately I haven’t gotten any idiotic message or question like that. But while typing this or that happening, the question came to me only which I referred idiotic. So I needed to answer my own made question that why should I write all this on MY blog. Moreover it looks fine to give the answer beforehand of some potential question.

Anyways I stop my bhasanbaazi here but would like to acknowledge one thing to all the readers of this blog that I am literally flattered by the way you appreciate posts over here, the way you take pain to let me know how you felt about it in your comments and in your mails.ab jyada upar udane ka nahi…dharti pe aja bachha ,I don’t provide parachutes for free .

By the way actual post is yet to be completed .Continues…

Silky slumber breeze

2006-09-18T22:33:00.000+05:30

These days I am going through quite strange, funny and tough situations as far as my academic scene is concerned. Relax. I will surely elaborate how at the same time three different and incompatible sentiments fit in my present situation.

Now no matter whether I am in the morning classes or afternoon classes this high intensified sleeping breeze just doesn’t decide to ignore me .My saying ‘yaar neend aa rahi hai ‘ post 8am class gets the reply ‘tell me if you’ve got a new thing to share ‘ from my friends. My friends took a good time to believe that I even go to sleep in KG’ class too. Now KG is one of the teachers who are known for their strictness, stiffness and the prim attitude. Same time she is a woman of depth knowledge of her subject. Now the ambience in the class as the result of her disciplinal, instructive and scholastic teaching manner is somewhat that won’t allow any student to have a nap in between. Exceptions are always there, is the cliché that everyone is well aware of. No student can even think of going to sleep in her class because of the alertness she expects and the fabulous way she teaches different concepts.

Unfortunately this time Mr. Exception decided to worm himself into no one but me .Initial half an hour I somehow manage to be alert but after it everything is beyond control. So during that second soporific inning whenever I happened to open my eyes, I like a person who has just fell down at a public place, look up real quick to get it assured that nobody was a viewer of this rare scene. No less happy than a kid in the candy store if mam hasn’t noticed it (which luckily she hasn’t till now. Touchwood). But you know, friends are what who are always looking for such scenes where they can have a good subject to laugh upon. Nothing shocking if I say I for a dozen times get to hear ‘I am proud of you yaar, such a daring girl we have jo even KG ki class mai bhi so jati hai....hates off to you man !!’ from a number of my friends who have been the witness of spectacular scene of almost every day. My sleeping in other classes has become quite a normal thing for them. If the person sitting beside me reports that I was dozing off to any of our mutual friend after the class her reaction is always like ‘ abe isme nayi baat kya hai …basi khabar mat sunaya kar !! ‘ . So this is the strange part of the story .Now please for god sake don’t tell me ‘what’s strange about it’ .Isn’t it strange dammit that somebody possesses the capability to enjoy the slumber in every kind of lectures, be it interesting one or soporific one.

Obviously the above strange part consists of a good mix of humorous stuffs too for my friends and in turn for me also. But one will be more surprised and dumbstruck after knowing the fact that the author of this blog has just scored ¼ marks out of 10 in same KG’s subject. The more strange point to be noted is this subject is no one else but c++ programming. Programming used to be and still is one of my favorite subjects (that are very few). You see tough people’s toughness get reflected everywhere, so did it in her question paper too. Though its nowhere near to fit the excuse in right place as highest was 6 and a half. Nor it has got anything to do with my current hobby of sleeping in class, contrary to pre conceived notion of most of you guys. Any guesses then? Well it was the outcome of wrong mix of my taipa maaring from my faithful friend MJ’s copy and my own bheja applying. I explain. See, I either copy everything from my friends copy or I do it own my own completely (that happens rarely though).This time I tried to experiment and haplessly it reaped sour fruits. I copied some of answers from my friend’s copy that after listening the numbers turned out to be wrong and the remaining that I did by myself …unke saath bhi same sulook hua bhai !!

Here is some glimpse of conversation that happened among me and my friends …

Arora- (waving her hand to me, sitting in the different row) – oye kitne aye ?

Me – hehe , batao kya ?

Arora- abe bol na …

Me – hehe , ¼…

Arora – abe whole number bol….

Me- dumbo bol to rahi hoon , moreover golden words are not repeated . But mine was silver isliye repeat kar rahi hoon . kaan khade kar le tere ….1/4

Arora- vo to theek hai…integral part bol….

Me – teri problem kya hai…jaroori hai integral part hona….those who don’t have integral part ,don’t have right to live ?….matlab kya hai tera…nahi too bas aj bata hi de…(all in form to roll up my sleeves but alas soon I realized I am in half sleeves kurta .)

Arora- oye kya baat hai dude…I am proud of you man…seriously….

Me- theek hai theek hai…tere 2 bhi jyada beizzati wale nahi hai …

( this time chotu and kapoor jumped in )

chotu – oye kamaal kar diya yaar tune to ….i am proud of you dear…

kapoor- oye par ek baat to bata tune to MJ ko apne paas bithaya tha …fir kya hua…

me- vo yaar actually na mere andar ka programmer jag gaya tha or student apni akhiri sanse le raha tha…isliye andar ke programmer ki wazah se to jo problems maine khud solve ki wo galat ho gayi aur marta hua jo student nakal maar raha tha usne jo answers galat the unhe copy kar liye…yahi ho gaya bantadhaar….that is why successful people say – don’t step your foot into two different boats, concentrate on only one.

So, you see after a momentous shock I was alright as mam herself admitted that it was really a tough objective paper and so would not mind to add 3 marks in everybody’s so as to make the failures reach to the passing marks and 6+ student get the 9 or 10.After all it was a hell of surprising paper as even the solid programmers like MJ and a few more like aiyer could not score the passing marks. MJ being one of the sweetest friends of mine was quite confused when she got to know about my marks. She thought I’d carbon copied her answers and still got different figure. Whatever the whole scene was quite amusing .And here is one more testimony to the episode .Chotu was so excited to sympathize me , erroneously she guessed I will abandon my sleep and finally get rid of it .
This message I got in my orkut scrap book on same day, never mind the hinglish we use dhadalle se –

nidhi: hii anu dear...today i m proud of u...
seriously i m..
n dont worry knowledge matters...i hv also convinced myself in same way...jokes apart its ur knowledge dat counts not marks...

these r the golden words frm nidhi..
bol meri jay..
chal tata n always remember ur motto tension lene ka nahi dene ka...
n beta periodicals aa rahe hein try to do the tyag of ur beloved sleep.

Below was my take on it –

Anu - seriously yaar im fortunate to hav such a wonderful frnd like u ...gyaan showered by u is wot i wil not forget for a long time to come...waise bhi yaar os mai or toc mai to apun ne tension diya hi hai bhonpu ko or os mai madhuri ne apna beda paar kar hi diya hai to shagun ke liye 1 subject mai 1/4 aa jata hai to konsi tension wali baat hai...but dear im really flattered listening ur golden words...kya jodi hai na hamari ek ke athanni to doosre ke chavanni...aisi jodi to munaabhai or circuit ki bhi nahi hogi...kya bolti hai ?...or yaar sleeping habit ka to kuch karna padega...as usual i ws again sleeping in todays kusum mam' class...lagta hai rozana ab to neebu lana padega to sprinkle d droplets of it in my eyes after every 5 min...if u come out wid better solution plz plz lemme know....bahot bada ahsaan hoga tera ...

So this kind of pagalpanthi we keep doing online or offline. Well just to inform my well wishers over here that tension nahi lene ka .It was just a class test and only marks out of 5 will be counted in final sem result. Moreover don’t have misconception that our teachers are so sweet who will allow us to imitate from others copies so easily (however I wished) .Its just the minor class tests wherein its not needed to reshuffle our seats so as to make it look like real exam. Otherwise in periodicals (mid terms) and sem exams nothing less than a Mr. India watch will help. Mean while my second sem result has been announced a few days ago and luckily like first sem I read the ‘pass’ word in my mark sheet and somehow managed to score exactly 75%.This time aiyer is the second topper with 80%,last time it was mehta.I guess this has become a trend now that the second topper has to be from our gang only.Now having such friends in your gang has its own merit.Getting treat is one of them.Now the other members of the group please dont frown on me or her by knowing the fact aiyer gave me a treat of chocobar where you guys were relishing coffee-bite.You see, the honesty inside me awakened me and made me confess it over here.For time being you people can relish the sight of big banner in the canteen showing chocobar on it.

I know the timing of saying about my last sem % and latest score ,the two poles apart things is quite bad. It’s hard to digest after reading a ¼-1/4-post with a disgusted look. But if you believe on your girlfriend or boyfriend whatever is the case then trust me ki ye meri khud ki khoon paseene ki percentage hai. I know its hell of astonishing fact but you don’t have any choice but to believe like many of my friends. One of my classmates represented their reaction on it - ‘ yaar tumhari itni ban kaise gayi. When assignment is to be submitted at 10 o clock you can be seen starting it at 8 o clock.You do so much masti , always sit at back benches read novels there even have been caught by mam. Top of that when the general trend of the class has been the downfall of 4-5% with everybody. How come. hum to sochte hai (pointing to her friend) hum itni padhai kyoon kare ?’ I simply replied her – ‘ dekh yaar galat logo se inspiration nahi leni chahiye. Tu acche se padhai kar pata chale ki is sem ke results out hone pe tum log hocky sticks leke meri taraf bhag rahe ho .isliye please khud ki nahi to meri jaan ke khatir padhna mat chodo. Padhna bahot accha hota hai sehat ke liye !! Now you know the reason of my good health?

Nobody knows about this 1/4 chakkar and the single record of its kind at home nor am I in any mood to reveal it. All I want to get is the good final result. That’s what quite tough part given my being engulfed in sweet slumber breeze every time. Leaving every thing behind this weekend has really been a good one for everybody at home. For two reasons. My bro was here for a couple of days and my nani too came here to visit us. Since my 2 masi also live nearby it was a good get together. Seeing my nani, realization comes to the mind that education and polish-ness in the behavior is not everything.She doesn’t know how to make even a phone call but she knows how to live a life, how to take care of others, how to carry out the responsibilities as deftly as any of educated responsible person would do.

She is leaving tomorrow morning and my bro and dad has already left. It’s literally quite disappointing to see a home getting empty after a couple of days of lively and resonant atmosphere. In fact just a few minutes ago bro called us up to tell his safe reaching .This is the advantage of getting admission at not-so-far place.5-6 hrs journey from jaipur to Pilani is not too much but believe me seeing him going back is not that easy. But I am sure seeing me closing this post right here would be very easy on you. So you kampooter illiterate person mount on your mouse at the left hand side and jump as high as you can with full vigor ,after seeing this page disappeared get down and slap real hard on your right cheek because you after so much jumping could not close it down, you ullu, I mean Bandar !!

Learning without books but around books !!

2006-09-03T23:13:00.000+05:30

I know I know you people must be thinking which planet I am roaming around these days and how pathetic and non-maadern this planet is that doesn’t enable its people to publish a post. I know how irritating it is to visit somebody’s blog for a good number of days just to find that it’s dead as a doornail. Something I realize from the referrers site column at the right and a few messages wanting a new post. It was not academics exactly that kept me aloof from writing here but many other things. Top of it my pc conked out and my vendor took 10 days to fix it. No, its not that he took 10 full fleshed days to fix it. He is quite a busy person ,and obviously I can go for other engineer too to get it fixed but he is the person I can rely on .I believe he will put an original replacement if required and do the repairing part perfectly. Moreover he won’t ever run away with my mp3 cds as one moron did it when I erroneously called this moron to fix my computer when this reliable person was out of station. If I ever bumped into this moron I will really give him a taste of stick to make him realize how it tastes to lose your favorite mp3 cds. Never mind the numerous calls I made to him during that time .Thanks to the brazen attitude he has, he decided not to pick up the phone. My bro’s and buajis’ visit at home, a few assignments, tests are other excuses.

So after a busy day even on weekend I decided to declare that I am still alive and so is my blog.Yeah it was Sunday though but we had to go to college for our 3-day DB2 workshop .one IBM guy is taking this training session and as he was instructed he is supposed to take 28 hrs for the whole training session including lab’s work and theory. So we people after attending our regular classes till 2 o’clock are supposed to attend that extra thing till 8 o’clock. Ma was quite worried about me thinking I get hell of tired after total 12-13 hrs of continuous session. Who knows what I do in the class except my friends and classmates. And no surprises that this guy is trying to save time optimally. That’s because we had to go on Sunday too like a 9.30 to 5.30 job.

Though its was a second day but sincereness in me to learn something was nowhere to be seen .Actually the thing with me is that when I find that I wont be able to get things by some particular instructor I simply believe in not wasting time any further unlike of others who unfailingly stick to the lecture just to realize in the end that they got nothing. So sometimes I do things consciously and sometimes I do things that are not in my control. In fact no one was able to understand what he was delivering and we have already given our feedbacks on this front to our coordinator mam and hopefully some other IBM guy will be taking these sessions again.

Man, that guy was so thrilled seeing only girls in the hall (except the technical and teaching staff). His Colgate smile after every 10 seconds was what that proved this notion. And this can be seen with every guy who is to represent his company for some talk. Though this fellow was surprised to see the feedbacks we have written for his yesterday’s session. Actually this fella was expecting the same kind of crowd of some other college when he was in Jaipur last time for same where students were not well versed with even basic DBMS concepts. So relying on that last episode’s experience he didn’t come prepared and was astonished to see the queries regarding advanced topics over here. After all it was conveyed to him that we people are not satisfied with him and after that the face of him was spectacular. though he was representing his company and tried to look quite mature but that time what he looked like a helpless innocent guy surrounded by a good number of tech-savvy girls . Well the coordinator told us to attend the last session on the name of etiquettes as by chance he was a new-comer moreover was facing some 120 gals at a time.

For me if any session is boring I find my own way to survive through it. After a certain stage the rows before mine and behind me and the ones beside me and my own one were requesting me to keep quiet as it was tough for them to stop their laugh and hide their teeth. Besides, every time that guy was passing his unnecessary Colgate smile I was making sound- hee hee hee as if I am responding him in his own ishtyle . Afterwards what I’d listen is ha ha ha from my friends. There were so many hilarious statements I was making that even I was laughing on my own .They wont make any sense though to you people as most of them are contextual. After a good time when I realized that I should not spoil my friends learning experience I decided to sink in my chair to set myself as if I am almost in my comfortable posture. You see, it’s got 2 benefits – first you can rest upon the comfortable seats and secondly you won’t get caught as you are not visible to the speaker.

In the end it was found that I utilized my time rather wasting like other girls as the fellow was not a good speaker and knowledgeable person. In between I was making my presence felt answering a couple of questions on which my friends take was ki I know a lot but don’t accept it. Though in daily routine they are accustomed with this fact that I am no better than any duffer but each time these seminars or workshop happen they are like – ‘ bete tujhe to itna ata hai !’ . But seriously I swear yaaro if anybody reading it I know zilch about anything. If you have noticed I never replied on hard core subject matter, its just idhar udhar ki info I somehow happen to speak some 1-2 sentences on .So leave it . I have this habit too of referring people by some my self made different interesting names. Almost all my classmates laughed out loud when they heard me ‘ lo aa gaya ye rana pratap’ when one of our college peons with dense moustache and well-built body entered in for water supply.

And then making fun of water fall model. No guys this isn’t the popular designing model that you learn in SAD subject. Rather it’s the name of a girl I refer her with. This girl has this habit of making hair-do in such a way that some hairs are left untied and remaining ones are tied at the greatest height or peak of the head as if some black colored waterfall is there. Furthermore while talking she will make some weird facial expression and makes her eyes look like as if her corneas are dancing, so the name is model. Thus full name is – water fall model, courtesy –anu . It was today only that I got to know her real name in spite of the fact that she’s been sitting in our class since July (she is from other class but almost all her classes happen with ours) .Now you see you are at very safer side , by chance if she passes by you and the same moment if you are talking about her you can do this – ‘water fall model………………samjh hi nahi aa raha yaar , bahot tough hai’ !! Cool na !

Guess I have made a good amount of fun of others .So its time of making fun of mine ! . you know what just a couple of days ago when it was SAD’s class ,after 15 min that is about 1.15pm I went asleep. I have this tendency that in most of the class after 15 min or 30 min I begin my yawning and sleeping session. Things are just not in control, you see. So same happened in that class too. Though some 20-25 minutes passed smoothly as whenever my eyes got opened I shifted my mundi little bit left or right depending on the angle my friend’s mundi is making to make mine and her in one straight line so that mine is not visible to the teacher. And if in the process mine is diverted from this straight line the first signal my nerves sends to my nervous system is to check if teacher has seen me. if no then nod a little bit as if I am attentive. And if yes, well never though of it how to handle the seldom-happened situation. But at the moment I guess I should have learnt how to manage it as well. So a couple of days ago after 30-35 of class time ma’m saw me sleeping.

Yes you .

Who ? me ?

Yes you …

Ok. I stood up

Tell me how many types of computer centers (CC) are there? And what are they?

Ummm…ummm…I realized that when she was telling this I was awake moreover with a little bit of whispering from my friend I spoke up . multiprocessor cc and dedicated cc.
And hey speaking them up I realized they are written on board also.

Fine. ..Pause. What is dedicated cc.

Umm…ammm…ummm. Actually I could have spoken anything here but I was taking my airtime if in between she feels like withdrawing her decision of getting answer from me and tells me to sit down .You know it happens many a times. I have seen ki after a sufficient airtime teachers orders the student to sit down with enough gyaan on mental presence and attentiveness, but after a lot of umm…ammm.. I saw her eager eyes still wanting to know the answer I thought she is determined to dig the answer from me. So here I began with my own definition because during that time when she was explaining the types of cc I went unconscious. I was awake when she named their types you remember, not after that.

So I said ‘ mam dedicated cc are the ones which cater to one need only .They fulfill requirements of just one application or you can say devoted to one thing only. ‘
You see, I just spoke up what could be deciphered from word - dedicated. And one thing I learnt from this incident for sure is that every time a word doesn’t have the same connotation or meaning. So does my explanation for dedicated cc .It was something very different. It had to be, I was just maaring tukka.

Ok .

This time the whole class was smiling or laughing.

Arre I know subject is slightly boring but try to be attentive. Accha nahi lagta hai aise . mai bhi to padha rahi hoo na .

She spoke something more .Nothing harsh, I remember. In fact I didn’t listen her as I was already flattered on her smile and the way she told ‘ mai bhi to padha rahi hoo na ‘ . You know she is a damn beautiful woman. I prefer calling her a girl .Yes she is in her late 20s though married yet doesn’t look like so. Her pretty face is what that makes us survive through this darn boring subject.

After my settling down, she again smiled broadly and whole class was laughing. At attendance time when she called my roll-no she again smiled and said jokingly I was not present mentally. This time I found that class caught this new disease of laughing together every now and then.

After the completion of the class almost every girl asked me with a large grin on their faces ‘you were really sleeping ‘ .
‘No.It was just a rehearsal the same way you people are doing practice for teachers’ day and cultural week ‘ . They were inquiring in corridor or in net lab or in stairs . exactly the same manner when a couple gets married and the attendees congratulate them one by one .Top of it my close friends were literally stating ‘ I am so proud of you yaar ‘.
And me – ’you should have been a long ago. Chalo jab jago tabhi savera !! (look who is saying this)

Later I realized two things. First the answer I gave for the second question i.e. about the dedicated cc was exactly what one of my classmates has already given. How on earth I supposed to know that, I was not awake when she answered it, you bhullakkad . Second, one my friends who was sitting next to me showed everyone in our group how was I sleeping by making face in same manner – open mouth and slowly tending downwards!!

No wonder it was a good cause for my friends to have a big laugh upon. The episode is still fresh in their mind and don’t hesitate to revise it on regular basis. After that now whenever she calls my roll-no, passes a smile and so does the class .

So today, when this IBM guy told some girl ‘yes ma’m, at the back, wake up ‘ , my classmates except girls from other batch turned back and landed their eyes on me . And I shouted ‘no yaar .I am sorry to tell you this - Not me this time …concentrate on the slides ! ‘. Finally they realize that it wasn’t me rather someone else, they removed their eyes off me.

Tomorrow is the final day from this guy so looking forward to the learning experience that gonna come to me. Who says putting additional names to the people or settling down in your chair as if you are lying on bed or eating biscuits or laughing without being seen isn’t it learning in itself. Learning isn’t always around books. Isn’t it? If you choose to say – its not, then where did I say you are wrong. Of course I do have so many books around me while sleeping,laughing,eating,joking etc etc .
Nah ??

I write ….

2006-08-01T23:54:00.000+05:30

I was about to write a post on the line of sayesh’s this post. I literally liked her post in fact one has to make a lotsa effort to find a post on her blog that wont interests him. Well that’s when I tagged by Adarsh. So it seemed better to complete a tag rather write a tag-able post without getting tagged. Thus here I go…

I am thinking ….
How ironic it is to fight physically, verbally and in all other fashions with your bro and sis and then missing them intensely when they are going to leave home for education, job etc or when you listen them on phone in the same tone, with same faked fights made deliberately to make you feel that they haven’t changed yet no matter how many b’days they have celebrated. And amazingly you too pose yourself as if you are ok with it rather happier than before.

I said….
well i think whatever be the situation, whatever be the confusions we are engulfed in , I believe life should be taken very lightly otherwise life will absorb us in the process and we wont we that self dat we are born with...every thing should be taken smoothly..n simple funda is that ..if we think that any crisis any conflict wont remain in our mind and green after 1 month or so its not worth wasting time on it...most of the problems are just the passing phase its just the remembrance of them that take make them seem as if they dominate a big part of our time and life ! ( to one of my friend when he seemed in stress)

I want...
People to be more humble and soft to helpers,maids,beggers,labours and other classes who they suppose to be inferior to them .I just have been to one of my friend’s pg and saw one of her pgmate scolding her maid bitterly on some petty matter. Her maid tolerated her may be because she was the source of her income but the girl did not only exhibit her bad mannerism but also displayed a poor show of what could be her upbringing and values like.

I wish...
to build a company of which founders are me and my friends ,where there is no threat of bossy boss ,no incidents of pulling somebody down . Just leg pulling,hand pulling,hair pulling,ear pulling, or kitna pull karna hai bhai padhe ja rahe ho,bailgadi pull karo jake !

I miss...
The days when I and my family used to have enough time to persue off the routine stuffs.I miss those driving,swimming in chandrabhaga river,TT classes from dad when we all used to have great fun while learning.Those picnics,outings in monsoon weather.Now things are not same as everybody is running short of time.I miss My school,coching friends. Most of them are not here now.Some doing job and some study and some both.Tutions after school-time,long talks-discussions-gossips after 2hr coching class outside CL among we 5 friends were the most memorable and fun times.

I hear...
The giggles and laugh we make everyday in and out of classroom on some stupid jokes and acts.Compliments I get from friends,uncles and aunts.I hear papa, saying one time to some uncle who came to meet him “azze ye meri beti nahi mera beta hai “ on uncle’s asking “ye badi beti hai ? “

I wonder...
how on earth I had remained single for almost 22 years and never involved in something called relationship.Well more rightly I wonder why could no one impress me to the degree to make me drawn towards him.

I regret...
My not persuing TT after schools ,officially.

I am...
very self-esteemed and trustworthy person.

I dance...
alone with my sis at home or on occasions mostly with friends and in crowd where I am not the direct source of viewer’s chuckle

I sing...
in lab ,in class, while riding ,while reading,while coding ,while cooking ..in low voice and in home if my bro and sis don’t stop me forcedly to sing their own songs.

I cry...
not that much and only when I am alone even not before my family members or close friends.My friends never saw me crying except during hindi movies.

I am not...
too much ambitious who will overlook her family,peace and little beautiful moments to achieve the larger-than-life aims.Then I am not the one who will do anything or everything beyond her values and principles to gain what she wants.I am not a hypocrite.

I write...
because I want to see myself some years down the line how I used to be like,how nice time I had . I write because I think everytime you don’t have somebody to vent out what you feel to , whatever it is. See obviously I cant bore anybody by talking something like last post with .

I confuse...
myself, am I being taken in right spirit or I was fooled. And yeah I get confused among pulses too. I don’t recognize them by their names rather by their colours like ‘yallow wali’,’black wali’,’green wali’ etc…

I need...
to concentrate and find more time for my studies and catch up with the chapters I am legging behind at.Tests are approaching, you see.

I should...
learn to express my true feelings.At times I think I am quite reserved in appreciating things.Most importantly I SHOULD NOT read novels at the back rows while teacher is delivering his/her lecture.

I finish...
off more nonsense and leg pulling than I should.

I tag…
Abhi (pahli bar tag kiya hai janab apko, mana nahi karna !)
Dhaval (good boy, pahle wala tag bhi time par complete kiya tha unlike of some ultra-lazy creatures ! )
Sunshine (I hope you get time from your shopping sprees and long to-do list before leaving to US to finish it )
Ankit (hmm, guess it will be a good break for you from term-papers )

SADde naal….

2006-07-23T19:20:00.000+05:30

It’s really been a long time I didn’t publish a post. I wont say I was too busy to do it rather it was just the lack of the feeling to write something. I strongly believe that if I really wanna do something I will somehow manage to find the time to do it. This semester doesn’t seem that easy that earlier ones used to be. Though in our uni MCA course is regarded (and it is) quite engaging but I and some of my friends took previous sems quite lightly. I guess there was some space that we could afford to take it easy. But no this one has its plans. Right from the beginning days of this session the updates of placements is hovering around. Though it happens every year but notions like we also will be in the same boats next year forcedly make us pay a little bit heed over our studies. Though personally I haven’t started study but the pressure just doesn’t allow you to chill around with the same intensity that we used to do in our last sems. Moreover the threats like if you don’t study at least these papers now, you will no matter how you dislike it have to go through during your placement time, compel us to do something about it. Whatever are the types of threats or warning my gang continue to have the fun with the same spirit. Though earlier we used to gossip for some 4-5 hrs now it has reduced to 1-2 hr. There is always at least a class where we do not feel like listening to damn boring lecture. Though it does not lead to the erroneous conclusion that the teacher at the other end is boring kind of, its just that our grey cells reject to manipulate the voice signals of specific amplitude and frequency that eventually comes out from the mouth of the lecturer at the other end - specially in DCN (Data Communication Network jise Dil Chahta Nahi ! ) and then there is ultimate boring subject – SAD (System Analysis and Design) really sad, where I really struggle to find something interesting. Believe me I never presumed of any subject so soporific like SAD.I often say ‘ is there anything to understand ‘.

I just wonder how two extreme things bother us. One subject doesn’t appeal to me because it has so many weird technologies’ names of different data communication with numerous patterns just because of slight difference of amplitude and frequency briefly not that easy to understand (see it’s the beginning of the course I don’t know what it has in store) and then there is a subject that doesn’t appeal to me because there is nothing challenging to figure it out, because it doesn’t contain things that will lead us to apply some logic.

Aren’t our personality too lies somewhere in these categories. Some people feel to look for those who are too simple to complicate anything. They are uncomplex with no-frills. They are so plain that wherever you go with them you will have a smooth journey. As in the case of exam no answer is absolutely wrong nor right, but yes it will guarantee you a few marks even if you haven’t written the way it should have. You surely will be in safer side if not at negative extreme but may be after some negotiations (in marks distribution also) at your side and sometimes at the other end. They are so simple that you wont find anything perplexing to revise or remember them again and again for the sake of being in touch with them. Their terms, their words are so self explanatory that only a concise line will make you predict what could be the next move or proceedings and how to deal with them. But then somewhere down the line people may fade their attraction, interest for them. When in the beginning they make you over joy with the fact that you don’t need to struggle to get along with them, which in turn can get you decent marks in mark (life) sheet. They simply come to us on easy terms. When time passes by you feel your potential is much more than this. You can get along with other tough ones also.

At least there is some spark in the seemingly tough ones. Something unpredictable. Something complex if you don’t understand them at first place but darn easy after some time if you somehow manage to get the hold on some basic part of them. There is always something to explore, to keep your interest alive, to revitalize your brain and beauty, to run after something you feel worth comprehending and appreciating and then to worry just to find if there is something worrisome in itself.

In the prior case you feel like you wont lose anything while in the latter case it’s always a mystery because things are not that generic here. Most of the times you need to handle them accurately and carefully. Prior one is easy to tackle with but in most cases wont get you full points. Latter one is tough to tackle with but will get you full points if situation favors otherwise might be zero also.

Personally I suppose both are the requirement for a good completion of (life) course. Prior one doesn’t ask for core logic it gives you points for your intuition, guess also i.e. good try-accordingly-good gain. Latter one asks for a clear logic, if you hit you get the full marks if you miss you might have to be content with miserable or no marks, i.e right logic-absolutely right gain. Don’t we come across these types of characters in our daily life? Some are so simple to not to resist from approaching, some seem so complicated to not to resist from unraveling.

Then there comes a catch, nothing is perfect. Every stage of life is not always same, so is the every subject. Every phase has its own significance. Moreover if even a single thing is missing there will be an urgent demand to get it again. I suppose that is why every person sooner or later makes his presence felt important though in a different state of condition. That is why I guess supposedly theoretical odd subjects persist to be in the courses.

If the SAD is filled up with its generic and boring chapters, there are surely some topics you cant take for granted. And DCN must have something very easy even than that of the SAD to show you a silver line. So the every personality does have some trait that some other person will find appealing one. Crux is no one in the world can’t manage to live happily without having to deal with the other category. In fact no one can categorize people or subjects impeccably as no one is filled with a single trait or pattern. It’s just the major part they are made of which determines their complexion. Sooner or later one has to get hold of at least some part of them, which is bare minimum.

Crux is also that I have to prepare myself for minimum passing marks for both the subjects. By the way with which kinda subject or personality you relate more?

Cool-age started again …

2006-07-10T22:46:00.000+05:30

Well this post gonna be just the outcome of rambling thoughts so don’t look for any specific thing that I am talking about.

So college has started again. It’s been a week and studies in class have gone into shape. To my surprise on the first day itself almost the whole class was present. And here you see the beauty of my college, I guess they I mean the teachers are hungry to teach the class .On the very first day all classes were conducted and from second day after first day’s introduction part studies started in serious mode. Moreover at the end of first week of the session the seminar news announced that we are to prepare a topic to give a presentation on. So you see, though all this doesn’t horrify me that much that it used to be in 1st year of grad. Now I used to of it to the extent that when last date is 12 , on 11th morning abhi to pura din or puri raat padi hai !! .

First day in college was really a happy day. Firstly meeting your close buddies after about a month listening the updates from their side and more importantly what Nidhi precisely represented the group saying ‘ yaar missed your pagalpan most ‘. So its you know always ear pleasing to listen whatever weird thing your friend say about you specially when it becomes the cause of missing. Then it was the time to congratulate my friends and seniors who have been placed in various top notch Indian and international companies and tell them to think over menu and venue for the treat . I guess in this week or next week I will be burning a few holes in their pockets. I hope you are not burning seeing me relishing yummy spring rolls.

Then came a pleasant surprise. Though the result of my diploma course in web-designing published in daily newspaper. But when it was published what we all could see was just our divisions and distinction if some scored it. I knew that I got a distinction but it was totally a surprise when I got to know from my mark sheet that I scored 86% with being second topper. In addition my project mate KJ (we were only 2 in our project) got 88% with being 1st topper. I mean it was great to listen that I and she who were involved in same project managed first two positions top of it she got placed in TCS also. Back home my family members were shocked to listen it, it was a mystery for them that how come could I score so much !! . My masi exclaimed ‘ anu tu to soti rahti hai ya gane sunti rahti hai , padhai kab ki tune ‘ and I replied ‘ ye raaj ki baat hai ‘ as if there exist any raaj .I don’t know what I did with my answer sheet but now I suppose whatever I wrote in them by chance turned out right and made examiner run his pen on my answers . In college even my friends were like ‘ ye kaise ho gaya ? ‘ , I was like ‘ arre yaar totaling mistake hui hogi , tension na le ,apun fir se 60 –70 pe aa lega , aa raha he na 2nd sem result , now close your mouth otherwise I will put a TT ball in it !! .

After that again there came another surprise. I was just about to leave my college, I saw a familiar face. I asked her ‘ have I seen you somewhere and where are you from ?‘ . She was in conversation with someone so told me to hold on for a min and she would tell me who is she. Ok fine . After a minute rather giving her own introduction she started
‘ You are anu ?’

Me – yeah …

She- you were friend of MP ?

Me- Rright. I am still. I talked to her on phone yesterday only. (My voice waned surprising how come she know all this )

She – you topped in 10th class?

Me- ummm…ya…(my voice was continuously waning, I was really amazed at her who knew so many things about me that too of 6-7 years back and before I could ask her she went on )

She- and you were champion also in TT (champion...listened after years )

Me- I shrugged and signaled positively…haan lekin how do you know all this , I guess I have seen you earlier .

She – right because I was your school mate. I used to be your senior.

Me – oh I see . by the way what’s your name ?

She- KJ

Me – oh ye KJ I was trying to recall it so if I am not wrong you used to be Kabaddi player ?

She – yes now you finally recognized me.

(And then I got to recall how we all players at the district level shared a room and would hate those restaurants’ lunch and dinner every time we went to place where district level games and sports were to be scheduled. And one fine day infact night we means we TT gals painted their faces with black paint while they were asleep. They are lots of memories that came before eyes one by one. Though she was not in constant touch with me during normal routine but every time near the tournaments we got to interact with one another and that little time made some impression about me in her mind. )

She came here from Jhalawar (where I studied my 4th to 10th class also happened to be the constituency area of vasundhara raje ) to finish all the formalities for her sister’s admission in my university with her dad. After all this ‘ hum ne ye kara tha hum vo kiya karte the ‘ , She asked me few natural queries about my col, made me meet her dad with quoting all the above information ab9ut me and asked me to guide her sis time to time . After assuring her of helping out her sis we bid each other bye and she left me with sheer amusement.

I was just wondering on her memory that how confidently she revealed all my info that all the students in schools would know at that time . Even after 6-7 years ! Every time I call MP up I ask her about latest happening in my past school particularly TT . But never did I think my little achievements would define my identity. When she spoke my name I was surprised at the first place. So naturally the further information was nowhere I could expect from anybody. Even my current friends and classmates don’t know about them as I never cared to say these off the routine things when it would be a shock for them if I start some serious stuff. I was thinking that was I really that person that people identify me with all the feel-good facts or was it just her sharp memory that crowded in a flow of thoughts in my mind. Whatever it was but it was a good feeling to meet a sportsperson of my school after so many years.

Weekend was a rocking one. All my friends decided to visit my home and planned to shock my mom with their cooked up stories. So just to keep their mouth shut I continuously offered them tasty eatables for free. Bas aur kya chahiye !! khoob saara khane ko rocking music to dance aur sab ke muh band !! We saw RDB also. I don’t know how many times I have seen it but it never seemed even a little boring. We all were imagining how we would change after our col life or how situations will change us, friends who meet daily would ever find a day in a whole year to meet face to face , would we always be like this happy go lucky creatures , would our idea if-you –study-from-the-very-first-day-you-are-a-moron ever change , would we ever ashamed of talking in our taporee lingo if we meet after a couple of years in our formal suits typing some dreary code and n number of thoughts like that . This movie when at one time makes you laugh next moment makes you nostalgic of your own happy days and their chances of longetivity.

Anyway have fun. Treasure the beautiful moments and memories because remembering them in the future I guarantee you will at least have one thing – smile on your face ! For free !!

Listening lamha lamha duri yoon peeghalti hai from gangster . Just loved this song .

Tagging No 1

2006-07-02T19:30:00.000+05:30

Nah its not any comparison I am making here that my tagging is superior to every one nor am I into the mood of making any movie on the line of david dhavan’s ones. I am tagged by a blogger friend rahul that too for the first time. Meri popat karne ka plan banaya hai pura…I mean just see which topic this tagging game is starting with. Yeah I gotta write weird things about me. So isn’t it weird itself to start this tagging- tagging game with weird things. Nevermind. Umm so I thought and thought and came up with many …many ..Many what? I am still not sure about some points that is it normal or weird. But whatever I was surprised to see that I came with so many ‘weird ‘ facts about me. I listen you saying ‘ YOU WEIRDO ‘ !! . ok ok so have a look which way I am weirdo –

1. I feel sick in the bus journey. Even if I am with empty stomach I end up throwing out whatever is there (if any). Any minute smell of cigarette or bidi nauseates me. But I am ok with train and air journey (As if I can afford it every time I go to some place).

2. I don’t drink tea at all. Never. My bro and sis too share this trait of mine. Actually my parents never get us into the habit of having it .I guess I have taken tea in my 22 yrs of life only for 2 or 3 times. Not more than that. In fact I don’t like the smell of tea while making it. Just a couple of days ago I and my bro were with an uncle at his office so as the simple formality he offered us tea, we refused quite humbly but he urged and we again denied saying a sorry softly telling the genuine reason of not having it till the date. On the way I was asking my bro ‘ should we have taken the tea? I am really feeling bad. Do u think he did mind ‘ . He too had the same feeling.

3. I am crazy about coffee, ice creams. In an hour I can drink as many coffee cups and eat ice-cream cones as the number of comments I get per post. Don’t raise your eyebrows, you will find it to be a single digit no. So tell me is it excessive? I know its quite weird that I hate tea and love coffee. I just don’t have the reason and logic. I really don’t have. And if you still trying to find the logic I will say I got a tough competition from you winning ‘weirdo no –1 ‘ award.

4. Well while typing the above point it just clicked to me that why should not we have the poll to find out who is the ‘weirdo no-1 ‘ and thus anoint him/her with this award. Isn’t it weird?

5. My sis says I sleep with my mouth open. Though I don’t find anything weird about it. Tell me is it weird to have your mouth open during the sleep, who knows if somebody decides to drop some chocolate or gulab jamun assuming you must have kept the mouth open intentionally in some hope and to prove the significance of ‘aasmaan se tapka mooh mai atka ‘ saying. But vo kahti hai to maan leti hoon…. see how kind sis I am.

6. When I am angry like hell I am silent as the tomb rather throwing away my belongings or loose control on my tongue.

7. I love juices and shakes so much that I can manage without any single grain for months. I can keep drinking juices for the whole day as you see it doesn’t require breaking the byte and chewing it like bread!! Most of the times my mom says that my hubby will be in big trouble having me and I reply her ki mai use bhi juice pilana sikha doongi adding after all you don’t have any right to interfere in our personal matters with a self-satisfied smirk on my face: p.

8. Even being a girl I find myself not that much inclined towards beauty products or make-up. This weird fact derives from the fact that I am too lazy to get into it. Though it is quite get to do with inherited feature. But I am amazed to see so many weird things that are ultimately get to do with my favorite hobby – sleeping.

9. I am scared of having bath under shower so instead I choose the simple way with bucket and mug. I don’t know but I have that strange fear that if I stand under the shower and close my eyes so as to stop water coming into my eyes something vast will fall on me or some snake will come out of nowhere. Weird?

10. Now as my friends say that I look quite confident and straight when I am riding, even they get to the extent to say that I am a rash rider. I don’t know if riding at 50-60 speed is called rash riding but I really get scared sitting at the pillion seat with anybody .I almost close my eyes for a few seconds whenever the rider put any break or speed up or overtake. Almost for the whole time I keep saying ‘ dheere le le yaar ‘ ‘ kitne paise mile hai tereko mujhe marwane ke ‘ or sing ‘ aj fir jeene ki tammnaa hai ‘ and other weird dialogues.

11. I am kind of marriage phobic. I mean I see so many love, arranged marriages and each of them got so many problems, some are minor and some are traumatic, so many tensions. When I think of myself so many questions arises – what if this happens to me, what if that happens to me. …crux is enjoy life to the fullest being married or unmarried .But being bachelor has so many advantages freedom ,independence, undisputed right on your loving belongings blah blah blah ..

12. I got a few weird names from my weird friends. Sardaar, heroine, chota shakeel, balu, boss are few of them and rest I wont disclose for the obvious reason.

13. I avoid being in company of Ladies. I mean whenever I got to some function I avoid to be among the 30-40 plus ladies with their all suicidal boring kahani ghar ghar ki. I rather prefer to be with my 3-4 plus cousins or watching TV even if its dd-1 and some boring new reader is saying – namaskaar .pesh hai aj ke mukhya samachaar -.

14. If I haven’t got any severe pressure from my mom I have this tendency to spend every penny in my wallet whenever I am made to buy something. I end up buying things that are not in present demand but according to ‘me’ will be of use in future.

15. Books are issued for 7 days.6 days are gone without touching the books except exceptions, its the 7 th day when I go thru the whole book and find if it is worth reissuing or not.

16. I’m not comfortable with high heel shoes or foot wears. In fact I never tried so I suppose I wont be ok with them nor my height requires struggling with those palm size heels. I am sure if sometime I decide to wear them I will end up looking like a stupid seem to stagger.

17. Now I have this liking of purchasing magazines and novels. I haven’t said reading. Most of the magazines I have purchased are still to be read and this status has been same for years. I have novels that my friends have read but not me. Though its not that I have a large collection but I just find myself drawn whenever I see myself around with books. Hope some time in ‘future ‘ I will read them all.

18. I can turn any DD-1 serial into the comedy one with my uninterrupted commentary. That’s how I enjoy a dd-1 serial if I have nothing better to do . Can you? I think it’s the normal thing not the weird one. What ya say?

19. I am a hygiene and cleanliness freak to the extent you can think of. If I am forcedly placed in some untidy and dirty place and have no other option to save my life I will choose to clean it first before sitting there or eating anything. Most of my friends are living in hostels and whenever they are here they tell me the stories that how they survive their roomies’ habits. One was saying people would not make effort to wash even the cup of tea which they have sipped tea with days ago and now only the flies find their grave there. When I ask them how you manage with all these they say ‘ adjust karma padta hai yaar’. I must say then I am one of the most UN-adjustable people.

20. By this age of mine I guess everyone knows how to fix a bulb in the holder and tube light among two ends and other things related to wires and electricity and chemicals too. But all this simply not the cup of my tea, all I know is how to fix a bulb in the holder that too just a few days ago. Tell me anything to do dishes, dusting, study or whatever you wish but don’t tell me to connect two wires or like. I even have fear working with this vacuum cleaner. I just step back as soon as I switch it on and when it makes loud noise like –shewwwwwwwww’ . When I was in 11th and 12th and had to do those chemical test in chemistry and tests using batteries and wires in physics lab, my face used to be spectacular. I really can’t fix the fuse. I would think what if copper wire under plastic covering touch my hand and I fell down etc etc …same thought processing used to be in the chemistry lab.

21. I am scared of lizard, mouse, cat, dog, every non Homo sapiens. I can’t kill even a mosquito. Actually that tiny blood in the hand after killing it, induces a queer feeling in me and it feels like something filthy and vile thing lies in my hand. Lately I watched Zinda and trust me I could not watch the movie properly. Whenever there was this brutal or blood shed scenes I’d skipped that. After sometime the whole idea was just to see the end and not to every scene. That’s why I prefer to see clean and beautiful happy stories no matter if they look utopian.

22. Albeit today every other girl have her dieting plan or list whatever they call it, but I admit I know about the dieting as much as zaara tribe in andman and nicobar know about the Ritu Beri ‘s latest design collection. Its right that I like juices and fruits but its just because of taste and nor did I ever dependent on only them but I have never been indulged in dieting or never had any interest to know the details that I guess every girl supposed to know. Even sometime by some strange quirk of fate I go on dieting I am sure it will be short lives as I don’t think I can resist the yummy food or ice creams.

23. After a tiring day rather watching TV or explaining stuffs of the day I prefer to be in to the dark. Most of the times even when I am awake and listening songs I keep my lights off. Just that darkness reflects calmness to me. But on the other hand when I am in the mood I am one of the rocking ones among friends. You can say when I am home I am a calm person and when among friends I am the real freak.. I don’t know if that’s why scorpions are said to be with dual personality.

24. The very smell of medicines and hospitals nauseates me to the hilt. That’s is why I always avoid going to the hospitals or doctors. It was during the last sem near the exams that one of my dear friend Kapoor who I had to go with there. A monkey on the way bit her at her knee. Well that’s other story how we friends would tease her like – Bandar ko to kuch nahi hua na , ab Bandar kaisa hai , Uski tabiyat to theek hai na , tu Bandar jiju ke liye medicines leke gayi ya nahi, don’t u think your lover is too impetuous….and I didn’t leave her on orkut too . The whole episode was really hilarious. If I had recorded every dialogue we have had during those days believe me you would have burst into the laughter. Since she is the hosteller and no relative over here I had to company her otherwise also in that situation I’d not let her go without me. So every time she has had appointment with the doc in the hospitals for next dose of injection, I’d put my dupatta on my nose to smell the fragrance of surf-excel rather that foul air. I don’t even sit on the chairs or sofas in the cubicle, who knows how many patients with million germs already, sat on them. But you see friendship, love and trust makes you do things that you generally try to avoid otherwise.

Phewwww !! After looking the above list I was wondering if there is any single element in me that can be referred as normal !! . If weird things are influential or infectious I guess whoever has gone thru it must have turned into another weirdo. So friends lets make this network bigger. Here continuing the chain I am passing the tag to –

Dhaval ( I was wondering if he has to prepare a new post to describe his weird things or the already present post will do :p)

Ratan( hmm…will like to listen weird things from this new blog fellow . I guess I know one weird thing that is to keep praising my posts in e- mails than in comments)

Atzee ( miya I could not think better way to pull you again in the blogging world and don’t shy to disclose anything weird after all this is all what you posses ! :p)

Chotu bhai (recently landed into IIM-c and struggling for his daily dose of sleep, isliye bhai tereko jyada time diya , finish this weird thing whenever you find time from these weird stuffs !)

Seth ji – (this is the person who made me one of the nominee for the award for longest reply of the comment, I know would be difficult for you to do something on your blog , something quite different from what seemingly thought provoking stuffs you write . but then who asks for easy work to do , nah ??)

The ignorant (this is the person who regularly visit my blog, even talk about my blog on his’ and still doesn’t comment at all. Referrer list at my blog at the right side says it all . so man here is the dose for you !)

Sunmay – (would like to listen what weird things he developed in his indigenous tribe
Apart from making roadside shoppers his friends)

So weirdos all the best to you. Don’t blame me. Blame seriously black who seriously tagged me that i seriously liked writing and in turn made me pass the tag to you people. So throw away whatever you wish to rahul.

Ps- rahul mai to bas logo ko aise hee shant kar rahi thi .Mai bahot shanti priya jeev hoon you see Om shanti om , shanti shanti om .

Just Kid(ing)

2006-06-25T12:17:00.000+05:30

Time flies. Time really flies. It’s over a month since my exams finished but there is nothing significant to say that I was engrossed in. Neither productive work I have been doing these days. Shopping, sleeping, seeing movies and surfing are the things that I have been doing. Coincidently all starts from ‘s’.

But one thing I made a point to practice on the regular basis is to go stadium daily at 6.30 am no matter if I slept at 11pm or 2am last night. Table Tennis is the game I am ready to sacrifice my sleep for. One of the few things I guess. Not today only but years before too. Well that’s another story in itself and asks for a different post.

Now since this is the summer vacations time, everybody is free I mean from books. For me if holidays were sans of books didn’t mean it left me with my favorite job i.e. sleeping. As in a few days to come my bro gonna take admission in one of the good engineer colleges so all the pre – admission process is going on, like talking, discussing with numerous people to make a right decision in respect of branch and institute, googling to find the prospects of getting admission in respective institute, calling up the institute guys to get some further information as to get rid of the various deadlocks. Since my dad doesn’t work here that entire task has to be done by me. Papa is always there to communicate with the uncles and give reference of us but face-to-face meeting with them; my bro has to do in my or moms company. And it’s really a nice experience to talk to different people on net and in person, which enables to clarify many myths and realities. Well I suppose experience as a whole in daily life because of the absence of my dad here, calls for a new post in itself. How did it bring about my personality and let me grow as to deal with minor to major daily routine life matters.

Above all,back home one thing I am enjoying most is watching my little 3 yr angelic cousins’ activities. One of my masi lives in the same colony and second one at the near distance so these 2 sweet and short naughty girls come at our home in the evenings. I play with them, observe them and laugh at them .I wonder how these little ones have all that required energy to play around endlessly. Surely one of the handful of good things about marriage is kids.

Believe me if you observe them at any point of time you will forget your own headache, you will forget that you were waiting for the bathroom to be free to take the shower, you will forget that their moms told them to come back in time, you will forget almost everything that needs to be executed during their presence. Listening them saying ‘dubala –dubala ‘(again-again) after swinging them higher and higher, seeing them running after each other, mounting them on my back and reiterating ‘chuk-chuk ‘ as if shatabdi is on its way or ‘shewwwwww’ as if some airplane is taking off, seeing them fighting when one sits intentionally in others mom’s lap and saying ‘ ye meri mummy hai uth ja ‘ , complaining about other one that she has taken out the bottle from fridge and drunk water directly from it rather taking it in the glass and in the process touch those bottles with their lips , splash it on the floor so as to make me or sis or mom wash the bottles with vim and refill them and wipe down the floor with cloth, hearing their frolic-some giggling, seeing their sparkled eyes when they order me ‘ mele liye icecream leke ana ,mango leke ana ,cheezi leke ana etc etc ‘ every time me or my bro go out of home and then seeing them almost crying if I have missed something promised before , seeing them moving here and there near fridge and repeating ‘ annu didi ice cream daeoge na ‘ when I have put it in the freezer to make them eat their food first so that they do not kill the appetite by ice-cream only, seeing them in different jeans, shorts ,t-shirts, tops (ye rarely girls in my family wear girly clothes in their childhood thus everyone for the first time mistakenly assumes them to be a boy ) in a single day when I feel so lazy to change even once ,seeing them chirping ,seeing them jumping when some kulfi-wala rings his tan-tan-tan and then convincing them that its not good because of ‘bade-bade keede’ (big worms) and promise them to get the better one ,seeing amul choco-chips ice cream all over their face ,seeing them ‘climbing’ dining chair and table ,getting down from it in their ‘pakadam-pakadai ‘ game, and then listening everybody calling them by the name I gave to them post their birth after a lot of searching of good names more noticeably seeing even my bro becoming baccha in bachha. So you see, the list is endless.

Really days are so beautiful and carefree when you are a kid, then there are people who would say that the best phase of the life is when you are young and fall in love, then you will meet the people who will say that days are divine when you are an adult and see your kids growing up and gain their heights and then you will come across the set of people who will claim the days to be most satisfied and sans any tension, any responsibility when you have begun your hairs go white. Sometimes I wonder if there is any phase of life that is hopeless or the one, which is not. (Obviously there are ones who will go on saying all the complaints about life).

Oh I blabber so much, ok but to finish this post with, here is something on the lighter note –we in the lawn …
Me- ‘mummy aj mosam kitna accha ho raha hai na ….’
Ma somehow didn’t listen it and
1st cousin in my one side of lap – machi annu jiji bol ri hai mocham aacha ho raha hai …
Me – mocham nahi mausam ..
2nd cousin in my other side of lap - mosam..
1st one – mocham ..
2nd one – mosam…
1st one- mocham…
And they went on to prove themselves right until I told them that there is mango shake in the fridge and the one who would stop first will get the bigger glass of it …

Then today when my bro was combing his hairs and my cousin were making funny faces in the dressing table mirror..
My bro about to leave to somewhere..
My cousin – bhayya kaha ja rahe ho..
Bro- mai doctor ke paas injection lagvane ja raha hoon badda wala…haath garam ho rahe hai na mere …(see this is one of the attempts to stop them from coming )..
Cousin – accha …accha meri bhi kanghii kal do…
Bro – nahi apke to ho rahi hai pahle se…
And now what she did simply made me and my family laugh at ..
She dishevelled her boy-cut hairs with her own hands and then said- dekho nahi holi….
Hehe…science has progressed so much, I was thinking ki it should come up with something that stops kids to become young. Whenever I see our cute childhood photographs I say to mom that why don’t we remain kids only, for whole life…. weird na …and she replies – haan taki moms ka pura din tum logo ki dress change karne mai or khilane mai nikal jaye …and I retort with all my chamakte damakte white sitare - yes mom .

Mai nikli gaddi leke ...

2006-06-17T23:22:00.000+05:30

Lately I was ‘requesting’ my bro to make me learn how to ride bike ( you see at times how wrong people get undeserved humbleness , kaam ke waqt gadhe ko bhi……:p) .

Now you must be wondering, what a girl want to do with a bike. I have the answer. I already know how to ride ladies two-wheeler – Kinetic SX so only vehicles remained in my home are hero-honda splendour and car. Further off the track and adventurous things always fascinated me. Now don’t perceive that I have climbed all the hills to reach at the top of Mt. Everest , I mean things that happen in daily life which are not highlighted or fun and masti that happen in college or classroom ,can be called venture-some. More precisely things that are being connected with vigor, audacity, boldness and self-reliance. Talking of car I think I know quite a bit how to drive it.

It’s been about 10 years or more since papa purchased Fiat’s latest version of that time. By latest version I mean there is no trouble regarding cooling down the engine with water that was the case with old Fiats and some other old features. Since that time no choices were there in market, only maruti 800, Ani and fiat- that could fit in the middle class family’s budget. Ani was expensive by a good margin. And if you get to know the reason why dad chucked the maruti option even after getting sanctioned all the papers required in, you will definitely have a spontaneous smile on your face.

In our childhood we three siblings would have enough time to visit our grandmas and grandpas and stay there for a fortnight or sometimes even a month. Because of my father’s transferable job and responsible post we had only summers to spend our holidays at our grandparents. That time in fact every time the journey to my grandparents used to be some 8-9 hours. So it was not at all possible for my dad to visit us frequently at my grandmas’ home during our stay there. That led to the fact that whatever we need clothes or anything else had to be carried with the first trip. You can guess how many dress and stuffs you require if you decide to stay somewhere for a month or so.

Here is the catch, maruti being having small boot seemed not enough to carry our over-weight bags and suitcases. Then papa has good height, which is not suited with maruti’s below-the-starring small space. Moreover my mom would call it soap-dish. She still calls it sabun-dani or dibbi when there is some discussion on cars. Then there comes the safety issue, being iron made, Fiat is safer than the plastic made maruti. I remember one time when we were in Delhi for 2 days during on an expedition, I suddenly ordered papa ‘stop’ on the road (thinking the red light ahead was for us) and the vehicles behind us banged our car and one another in the series. Albeit Fiat was expensive and didn’t have good ‘looks’, still they chose Fiat. When it comes to quality, safety, brand my folks are never ready to compromise. Same funda goes with the home. They don’t like much the latest trend of flats where you don’t have ‘enough’ space, your own garden, driveway and whole sum right on everything. Neither do I. But contemporary exorbitantly high rates of land have left a common man with no choice but to struggle for even a small flat. Anyway so that fiat standing in the driveway, bought a decade ago still enjoying our company and journey. I would rather love to see a Honda city or Scorpio there. But somehow like old companion we are attached with this non-living machine even if any time new one arrives.

We never hired any driver. I remember there was a Guddu uncle (yes it’s the name) who taught my dad how to drive car. After that dad dared (or should I say my mom dared to learn driving) to teach my mom how to drive. One fine day he almost gave up when ma nearly decided to drive into rice fields and hurting one female farmer. After that he never believed on ma’s learning skills (precisely belived on her killing skill..) of driving.

Now what, might be dad had some emotions to pass on this vidhya-gyan to the able and right candidate, who can further take on mantle. The same way kings and rishi-muni used to pass on all their secrets, treasures and their keys (in my case fiat keys). He chose me. I was studying in 7th class then. I remember for a few initial days we matlab mai aur mere bhai-bahan used to open its doors,shut them ,rolled down and rolled up the windows repeadly ,make faces in the rear-view mirror,play the cassettes on car-tape that were playing on the Philips tape inside the room,act as if we are shooting the childhood of Michael shoomaakar by moving steering on 360 degree and…and what not . Firstly a new car in the house and then listening that papa is ready to train me , I was thrilled . Above all the idea that people in the area would be talking about me when they would see an 11-12 yr girl driving the car was the most luring. He would put a thick pillow on the driver seat and order me to sit on it. That way I was able to see things across the windshield clearly.

I can very well recall, one time when one of my mamaji came to us, papa asked him to give us company and show how soon I progressed. That day had something in store for my mamaji , something hilarious , no need to say he was quite scared but on papa’s assurance that we don’t go into crowdy area and he always have handbrake, he somehow subsided his worries. On the way, a child appeared from god knows where. I suddenly turned around the steering on 180 degree. Had papa not there, we all would have been in a ditch. Back home mamaji was repeating – ‘ aj to anu ne marwaya hota ! kuda diya bilkul…’ with laughter to tease me , not to mention he got slipped from one end to other on the back seat when I rolled steering. Today also he dosen’t miss to tease me on this incident.

I remember when we used to go to our grandparents; I would cover that 90 km path from the city we would live in to other one during the journey. I’d sit on the pillow with papa sitting beside me giving me direction whenever needed. Ma at the back seat would make sure that the two angelic demons were not blabbering and fighting much to divert my attention off the driving and in the process joining them cheerfully.

Now neither of us has time to stay at my grandparents’ place for more then one or two days. Gone are the days when we’d write hand written letters to our relatives, wait for their replies, and when postman handed over the letter to ma, we’d eagerly ask ma ki ‘nanaji ne bahot-bahot pyaar likha hai ya bhool gaye ‘, even the no of times this word ‘bahot’ written mattered a lot. We used to count how many times ‘bahot ‘ was written. bahot-bahot-bahot pyar (or more) would make our day. When I’d write letters I very well remember I’d keep writing ‘bahot’ for a couple of lines for younger cousins, in fact everybody is younger to me, I am the eldest one at the maternal side. Gone are the days when we’d wait for our exams to finish off and spend days in packing. Now snail mails are no longer in practice. Every body has phone, cell to communicate. I sometimes wonder, how come we had so much time, excitement and patience (patience in children, strange isn’t it?) to write those letters with pen? Today I feel so lazy to reply e-mails, though when there is any mail from someone in my inbox, I always reply no matter how busy I am, (well it might be a couple of days late) but I admit I don’t get excited and feel quite sluggish. My friends interpret it as if I am always free and nothing great to do since I always reply them. And my tacit message is that I am always there, always there to listen, to say, to discuss, to help and whatever you may ask me for. Even during my exams I don’t hesitate to meet my close friends who coincidently happen to come here for only a day or two. Hey please don’t make it a rule, the thing is I try my best to pakaoing anybody.

Oh, I did deviate from what I was babbling on. So that time too I was not perfect in driving in crowd and today also I can drive only on highways where there is minimal use of brakes. I guess driving everywhere, will have to wait at least until papa is transferred to here. Driving in streets and city roads requires a lot of practice and prayers for innocent living and non-living entities. I know you all will be praying for them when I again take steering in my hands and make weird faces in the rear-view mirror but practice is what nobody can do for me. Hey you assure me na ki you will be praying for me…err ..I mean for the masses!! Ok to meri motor chali pum pum pum….

Sunday = Sona day

2006-06-04T23:51:00.000+05:30

The day was started with mom saying me to give starch to my cotton suits and send them to press wali aunty. Now since I generally don’t find cotton suits graceful without starch this was what I found to finish off with when it’s Sunday. So initial hours was spent in putting revive starch in them and ironing some t-shirts and tops. Now ma has this tendency when she finds anyone of we three without any work she will find one for us. Moreover she says when it just requires a couple of hand movement to iron the comparatively short clothes better do it on your own rather making a couple of rounds to shop just to find that press wali is throwing tantrums in returning ironed clothes on time. Obviously when it comes to jeans, trousers and relatively big and slightly heavier clothes we are left with nothing but to tolerate her tantrums and make sure that we don’t require those ones for at least two days. Ajkal to logo ke nakhre seedhe eiffle tower ke top pe pahunchte hai !

Anyways after that I dared to apply henna on my hairs. Lately I was having hair loss problem may be because I could not oil them properly for months (Thanks to my being super duper aalsi tattoo). But whatever hair problems are what nobody can cure perfectly, that’s what most of the people say so see my indolence is not the only one to point the finger upon. But the fear of creating one more chaand on my top and adding one more to this earth compelled me to apply henna as suggested by my friends. And man when henna gives a great coolness it also bring one headache – have to be careful with bed sheets, walls and other things until you decide to wash it off your head. I wonder how girls do all that pre or post makeup stuffs. I really keep myself aloof from all these girly things. Super duper aalsi tattoo jo tharee ! .

I often happen to go to the hostels of my friends and every time I see there girls putting curd, eggs etc etc in their hairs, multaani mitti, facial, scrubs on their faces that looks like they are just ready for performing some mime show on the stage. If I just don’t remember their figures it’s as difficult to recognize their faces as making Bush dance on kajraare-kajraare. And top of that those rollers on their hairs looks like twelve curly flexible horns on antelope’s head. They say me anu you got curly hairs that’s why you don’t need them I reply them yaar tum mere le lo and get me daily dose of ice-cream of the money that you spend on these small belan(s) (rollers) on that they give me kalank-on –girls-community look. And my eyes speak kya burai hai !

To the girl for whom sleeping is the noblest job on the earth, all other jobs seem time and money consuming (wastage) where these can be best utilized in sleeping and juices and ice creams. Talking of the sleeping habits of mine I remember a few days ago papa jokingly figuratively commented ‘ iski kahi job lag gayi to ye to project banaate banaate aise so jayegee ‘ while he encountered me sitting on the chair with book on the table and my above-the-neck part moving downwards because of the simple and unanimous reason of gravity .Well you are wrong if you thought that papa or anybody witnessed me in this state for the first and the last time. Apparently it was not the first time and not the last either.

In fact my folks will lose count of the number of times the core of the earth would attracted me towards it. But that day papa, mummy and my two super duper naughty siblings laughed their guts out listening and seeing papa doing acting that how would I go to sleep while doing some project IFF I get the job. Nothing I was left with but to view their different and research worthy architecture of 32 tiny calcium items. And deep down I just can’t describe how blissful it feels to see every one of them laughing together.

My bro n sis can narrate a number of stories about my sleeping mania and I assure you , you will never get bored of them anywhere in between. Just a few days ago when my exams were going on, the next day it was DBMS’ paper, I invited my friend kapoor to my home so that I could somehow control on my sleep and thus manage to pass in the subject. And boy, next day as soon we were done with writing our paper she was broadcasting my sone-ki-ada to each of our friends and classmates who she came across from classroom gate to college gate. And she was like ‘ oye sun pata hai kal raat mai iske ghar rooki, ye soti rahi -soti rahi aur mai ise dekh hasti rahi hasti rahi n wot else …..’ If I go into the detail I think that would require another post. Not to mention my buaji, mamaji, masi and other close relative start bantering on this whenever they get chance and have their share of fun.

And dude can you imagine my friends laughing seeing me dozing off when system’s programming class or DBMS class would going on. Our DBMS teacher is what you just cant afford to divert your senses from what she is teaching. One time when me and kapoor was laughing behind our hands she observed and commented ‘ mai dekh rahi hoon class mai kuch groups aise hai jo yaha physically baithe to hai lekin vo reality mai kahin or hai ‘ . Gosh! She has this style of telling things as if they are the part of her lecture. I mean she declare these things in the same flow, when everybody is expecting the other connecting word to the lecture what she is explaining, she starts like ‘mai dekh rahi hoon….’ .It’s just after a few words that everybody get to understand that its not the part of what she has been teaching.

When they would have hard time hiding their teeth behind the lips or putting hand on their mouth, I’d have hard time keeping my eyelashes on the edges of two eyelids apart from one another. In Muu-pee and CONUM classes we would have another jovial activities at least not sleeping one, as these classes used to be in morning hours before the lunch .Oh no , where I started this and how much no-sense I have written on my non-sensical sleeping .I was leading to say that after henna episode I slept for some3-4 hours and again procrastinated a few tasks that I need to execute. Watching a couple of movies like gangster, fanaa, bluff master is one of them. Really this training thing has completely screwed up my holidays .I go to college at 9 am and come back at 5 pm and by that time I am so exhausted that I just avoid to sit for long or do any boring things . These numerous sitting hours are really a major drawback with this IT field. You just need to sit before this 15 inch dabba and ogling at it .How boring. Well when it comes to real programming (keyword is application of logic) where your grey cells are stimulated its fine but when its just boring data entry in the Database that’s what we are doing these days, I really feel distracted. Well its some 20 days the project will complete in and thereafter just after 2 days my sem classes will start. If you advise I or class as a whole should bunk the initial classes, sir we are required to pay fine – 100 rs per day if we are absent in the initial days of new session. Aneways no problem if I could not see these movies this Sunday, next Sunday is coming soon you know when? Just after 6 days!

Back again

2006-05-31T23:37:00.000+05:30

So I am back again. It’s really been a long time since I wrote anything. I am really sorry to make you people come here just to find that nothing new has been written over here. Though I was engrossed in preparing (or trying to prepare) for my exams and writing them but it’s not the actual reason behind this absenteeism from blog world. In fact the reasoning that when somebody is expected to pass in exams he/she should not indulge him/her self in anything was more dominant. Otherwise I think I could have written posts even during my exams, as my preparation would start only about 24 hours before the exam timing even when I had 48 hours. Remaining 24 hours used be sheer wastage of time. More precisely the only thing I would do in that initial 24 hours was to decide what I would learn (or what would I leave) and repeating that next sem onwards I would study on the regular basis to myself and some close friends just to witness their big laugh indicating I should go to limca-book-of-records guys to get registered myself to say these lines for endless times . So in true sense I used to learn all techie lessons only for a few hours given the fact that I am real real bad at mugging bookish lines.

Sometimes this weakness of mine scares the day lights out of me when there is no way out to understand them and that leads that the only option is to mug it. Top of that when I see my bunch of friends humming series of paras, eyes closed and head lurching forward and backward. The only difference I see in their mugging styles is that some move their head backward and forward in the direction of their eyes and some downward and upward alternatively pointing to books, notes or whatever is required for rattafication. . Where I may look like I am in serious worry about the non-existing lump sum dowry list for my non-existing daughter, by having one look at the list (paragraph), removing eyes off the page and then recalling and wondering the number of items (points in the paragraph) , putting fingers of left hand on the mouth and thumb beneath the chin and the thumb of other hand counting 1,2,3…touching and moving downward across the fingers.

To cut a long story short what I could afford in those hours is just to remember the keywords and their connotations and then jot them down in the answer sheets with self-explained description in order to fill the pages of the copy. What more I put earphones in my ear to listen the songs on winamp while doing programming or listening readio mirchi while reading books as ma (and papa too) are not fond of music, TV, movies. Or may be the kind of songs, TV serials, movies that are made nowadays does not match with their tastes and thus keep them away from these entertainment gadgets. And that’s the reason behind our not having cable yet at home. In fact I too don’t like to sit before idiot box. And now I am got bored of making fun and so turning any serial that is regarded as the serious one into the comedy one. See its only dd-1 who gives you power and thus develop this skill in you to turn any serial into the comedy .
I usually happen to spend just half an hour before it. Maximum 1 hour in the exceptional case. Movies are different case. Yeah dd-1 guys are playing good (read new) movies at 9.30pm on Friday and Saturday these days. Whatever, my mom often says to my sis ‘ye kya bhadbhadahat chala rakha hai , tumhara sir dard nahi hota ‘ as sis is fond of listening songs at high volume that too the fast tracks . She lowers the volume when ma orders and again increases it gradually but constantly up to the level she wants. So most of the times I do 3-in-1 task : programming (or reading book) plus listening numbers plus dance , I mean it looks like I am the singer of the song having all the expression on the face with shoulder movements sitting on the chair(as if some dwarf is dancing with space constraint ) or lying on bed .

Well it was just a week for I thought I didn’t have to bury my head again in this 15 inch dabba and debugging all those lines written on blue screen (remember C compiler huliya ?) . Man its been more than 10 days since my exams finished and college officially declared holidays but the feeling that holidays are going on are yet to sink in. Initial seven days were spent in doing only shopping. My masi is inaugurating her new house and so she needs to gift dresses to all the close relatives and she wanted me to do all that shopping with her.

At other events also when it comes to shopping every relative who comes down to our home ask for me for the simple reason : kinetic that I am perfect at riding with all the main routes and then anu’s choice is good that everybody will be happy back home and then I know the places where they just don’t have to worry about the prices (or bargaining) that how much more they have paid than the right price and the quality .and in the process I have really developed all sort of marketing skills.i have become so good to convince the person at the other side of the counter that it may come to him that he had done the best deal of the day with us where we too feel the same . Ok if you are not able to digest so much taareef of me get yourself 10 pouches of hajmola and ask the shopper to give a concession of 2 rs .das khareede hai bhai 1-2 thode hi hai …nahi kare to mujhe bula lena …kya sach mai?..kya samjha hai re apun ko , apun 2-4 rupay ka bargaining nahi karta kya ? hehe …And then after throwing several 500 and 1k notes for 7 days it was my training time. I applied for the summer training and got short listed on % basis and was offered training for about a month that will last on 30 th june and my new session commences from 1st July. Phew ! Though I was not that interested in joining it but my friends advised that something is better than nothing .So I decided to ruin my holidays .So here I am burning my butts in college from 9.30 a.m to 4 or 5 pm.
Thanks to reincarnation of my pc that conked out a couple of days ago exactly when I typed a few words for the posts. And hey have I said ki masi bought me a beautiful suit and a trendy pair of jeans with cool top. Masi never ever worry about your shopping sprees , tension nahi lene ka ,kaisa jaane ka ,kaha se lene ka etc etc….apun hai na !!

Chocolate khani hai ?

2006-04-22T01:50:00.000+05:30

Time-8.40 am. Anu enters the classroom with the help of her dozen friends sitting at the back rows. One moment they signal by their fingers to give me message ‘maar le entry’ and other moment showing their palm to my mischievous smiling face to indicate ‘abhi ruk’ depending on mam’s pose, i.e. whether she is facing to the class or white board to draw some dabbe-dhakkan. If she does not keep facing to anything for more than 10 seconds it seems my foot is doing harmonic motion, one step forward and next moment one step backward with respect to the signal inner part of class send to me.

Well this drama is often done for two days a week, because rest of this microprocessor’s class are held at other time and other 4 days at 8-9 is of the programming subject (data structures). Programming has always been one of favorite subjects; moreover even if you miss any single class or part of it, you have to struggle hard to catch up with next class. But mp interests me like bhojpuri songs interests Michael Jackson. So no matter how much I try to move my ass from my home for 8am class, I end up leaving my home at some 8-15. Thus whatever, being aware or not of getting late I happened to reach at college at 8-30 am. That day it stretched to 8-40. Given my affinity to this subject, I attend this class just for attendance and for some laughter therapy to kick-off my day, discussing with my friends and making them observe class and mam from different angle. What is this different angle, not unique? Leave it. There are things like what they say love, which cant be described in words, irrespective of ones attempts to do that. I really cant put that notanki in words, just get it that they proved to be a comedy serial whose every episode is made daily without any light-camera-action or cut-cut.

Quite deftly that day too I ducked into the room, sat myself down on the chair beside one of my friends who made my entry in class victorious. I should mention that I am not the only one. More often I am too the part of inner class and helping some new comer (don’t you dare to call latecomer, polish your communication skills). So when I finally settled down without getting mam realized that some macro-masti-processor has just entered in the microprocessor (mp) class, I transmitted an interrupt (who says I don’t read mp how else would have I known mp terms) to my coprocessor sitting next to me ‘oye assignment ho gaya kya?’
Dhara- ya almost finished

Me- ohk dikhana

Me- ‘tune to mp ki mahabharat likh daali re, itne bade bade answers …kisi or ka maarna padegaa…

Dhara- what! You haven’t done your assignment?

Me –obviously not, why else would have I bothered about the length of your answers ‘

Dhara giving me a look saying- tera kuch nahi ho sakta ! And me sab ho jayegaa!

Arora- man. limit hai, you are supposed to submit it at 9 o’clock and you have written even a single letter, not even the front page.

Me- chup hoja dhakkan

Kapoor-or us din to bade serious se face banake bol rahi thi ye assignment to mai apni copyright laga ke hi doongi …(she laughed out loud saying this reiterating how damn serious faces and talks I was making that day)

Me- haan to khud hi to karoongi ,tujhe kisne kaha karne ko …overhead or hai dhundhna padegaa kiska sabse chota hai..

Arora- amazing, I still don’t believe you have done nothing.

Me- haan theek hai mat kar,just few hours and you wont have to believe either !

Kapoor- kal to Sunday tha pure din kya kiya tune?

Me- mai subah uthi, fir ready hoke khana khaya , paper padha , bhai se uske vit ka paper discuss kar apna sir khapaya ,fir so gayee, fir shaam ko sis ke saath shopping karne chali gayee..fir shaam ko dd-1 or dd-2 ko dekhke fir se dimag kharab kiya , fir khana khaya ,or fir raat ho gayee to so gayee…

Kapoor- wow such a busy day it was…ye madam or original assignment, kabhi nahi !

Me- chup ho ja,bahot paka liya , assignment de tera idhar ..

So fortunately I found 2 assignments of kapoor and jain(such a sweet girl she is) that looked quite good according to my standards. Now since mp has as many diagram as no of coaching classes a city of India has in every gali-mohalla, I distributed those 4 big diagrams among me-1, kapoor-1, arora-2 on the condition that I am gonna buy them 2 chocolates.

Later, on the request of some girls who also haven’t completed their assignments (though theirs was in last stage) mam declared the deadline at 11 o’clock. I continued my tepaa-maaring operation at full pace, with some simultaneous actions like wrinkling forehead and nodding head every now and then while next class was going on. I continued this head-buried task till 10 o’clock, blowing upward to remove locks that kept coming on the forehead even after tying them or clinging them behind the ears that I just hate. (Thanks to the step-cut I have). So again got attendance without paying any heed to what actual topic bhonpu was teaching.

By the time 11 o ‘clock what I got 10 more assignments to be submitted of other girls. But again mine is not completed and neither of two more girls. Anyhow I submitted mine with other some10-12 at 11.30, by gods grace no one was not in staff room so escaped from there without getting questioned. Though she has not asked anything yet but even if she had we would have said ‘mam hum to 11 baze hi rak ke aye the, ap the hi nahi vahan ‘.

Anyways so lesson learnt even if you haven’t done your assignment on time, get the skills to finish it in just a couple of hours, here are a few tips-

- Find assignments with short answers, that will take a few minutes but correlate it with the ‘planning ‘ that parents do for arrange marriages to execute things smoothly.

- Forget everything for those hours, bhookh-pyaas sab kuch . Be patient even if your bladders are playing havoc. But remember your friends who can also forget all this for a few chocolates. (kapoor,arora mai tum logo ke baarien mai bilkul nahi bol rahi hoon, sachhi )

- Even after all this it seems to be endless, do what I did from 11 to 11.30 time interval.Find keywords or main points of the answers, jot down them,explain them and underline them. It will give a wonderful look to your assignment, like you have covered everything.

- And most importantly work upon your handwriting from the very beginning (I mean when you start your assignment not since childhood), make words a bit enlarged and give a bit more space between them. That will give a clean look and enable evaluator not to wear his/her extra eyes. At your side it will become a bulky one, which teachers like most often.

I hope they will help to a great extent. But I stick a disclaimer here please don’t send me spam mails (because you cant do anything more than that) if you don’t get your desired marks or teacher screams at you for wasting a lot of pages that come at the cost of many trees, flora and fauna. But I believe any one of them can help a lot.

Okay I am not writing much, as I got a few humble requests to not to torture people much. Neither will I be writing for a period of about one month. I need to sit and pass in my coming end sem exams, today too it was an internal practical exam of data structures, surprisingly I happened to run my program before anyone and till day after tomorrow I need to execute a list of 25 programs and submit 2 files.Its 1.40 am and guess i wil have to wait for few hours before hitting the bed. Hence proved that I must go far away from this World Wide Web till there are high probability of mine getting trapped in this big web.Gutennacht !

Annu paas ho gayee!!

2006-04-11T23:52:00.000+05:30

So the last sem result has been declared. I got 79 percent and after listening this I was surprised to see that examiners finally have learnt to give me good marks too. Well still I don't stand anywhere close to top rankers as highest is 85% something. But ok I am not in rona-dhona kind of girls community. I got what I expected so no reason of making any fuss over why didn't I get what top rankers expected from themselves. Though I was wondering that if I had not screwed up my discrete mathematics exam how much my %age would have hiked. D (Mehta) again proved her caliber by getting close to 85% and thus being second topper. Me, kapoor and dhara kept demanding for a treat endlessly as a birth right of being langotiya friends but getting a treat from Mehta is as tough as getting a seat in local compartment of Indian rail. Neither Mehta had any single taka in her wallet. So we threatened her if she wants to complete her mca from this place, next day she must come with her wallet with good number of 100 rupees.

Lets hope, she loses the capacity of thinking for a day or two and doesn't realize that we cant do anything either if at all she doesn't give the treat to we permanent bhukkad. What we kept doing was making weird faces and blotch our lips at her for god knows how many times but our all face exercises have come to naught. But person like me who proudly write die-hard optimist under the personal strength heading in her cv should not lose hope so early.

Meanwhile kapoor got remembered of the treat she forcedly made me owe her. If you know the reason why I promised her a treat you will just try real hard to make me your friends. A few days ago mam was going to take the viva of some dbms chapters, the subject that scares the daylights out of me. Now this is what the worst part of our college, everything tests, assignments, vivas come with the tag of this-much-marks. Obviously every college has this problem but what if these things are done almost every week. Every time we take a sigh knowing something has finished next moment we get to know we have got new assignment or test to take and each with these-many-marks tag that will be added in your final merit.

Even for 5 marks we have to struggle hard to get our exclusive back seats and disturb god from his emergency meeting, which has been conducted to resolve the issue that had arisen by the class of demons to obtain the 50% reservation in heaven. Well when things like that are happening in heaven, how could the sons of earth be untouched from this latest a la mode?
Well, so that day I had a quite a bit apprehension about my repo (that was nothing anyway) that was going to get a hard dent (if it was). Mehta and dhara were busy mugging the lock based protocols and functional dependencies. Kapoor was explaining me that if mam starts viva roll no wise no one can save you but if we 4 succeed in getting our fixed monopolized seats its hardly gonna be your turn to get interrogated (or insulted?) .I was so relaxed after listening these words that I blurted out tere mooh me choclates, cold coffee, cold ice-cream (cold?) , Things I am crazy about. She happily declared that I owe her a cold coffee at barista. And I was like ye maine kya anarth kah diya. Honestly it was not as worrisome as dbms ramayan size concepts, above all the way mam keep asking questions during the class. In fact I had a burning desire to ask mam that why she wanted to take a formal viva when she does it on the daily basis while teaching.

Though I am quite comfortable with viva thing but what to do to entangle her with answers when I don't know even the iota of chapter. So the fear of viva was dominating enough to promise anything to escape from it. Moreover I too didn't get any chance to go to a coffee house for many days. I really have a strong urge to learn the method, which these guys prepare coffee with. So isn't it so sweet of me who will be ready to offer you a cup of coffee if you pray for me. Well viva didn't happen that day as mam had her pre-decided lecture to take. Kapoor was jumping knowing she gonna relish something at free,though neither I lost nor she won the bet.

We conveyed each other what the heck if Mehta is not giving the treat, I said I have sufficient money to sip the cheapest coffee at barista. As soon as Mehta and dhara left the college we headed to my kinetic, I was just inserting my kinetic keys in the lock that we looked at our dress say uniform. Yeah we have to wear white salwar, white dupatta and blue kurta every Wednesday. So we thought we would look more of band baje wale. But next moment kapoor said yaar apne ko kya karma hai ,apne ko to bas coffee peeni hai or nsp karni hai.
Me --nsp?
Kapoor- nayan such prapti !
Me- oh I see.yeah right why should we give a damn to those damn people. We care about our coffee and our nsp. Why should we bother if they don't get their nsp seeing us? Right?
Kapoor- or kya !

And bill was just 65(for 1 espresso & 1 capuchhino)+5(of parking, I really hate to give this parking charge just for 20 minutes or so). When coffee was in the offing we tried to take nsp but nothing was there. When coffee was over we found nothing is intriguing.
Next day we were making the left 2 listen the modified story that finally resulted in making Mehta agree to give a treat.

Moving on I got to know that type of girls I was talking about, I mean those 32767 feet above the sea level hight ki attitude wali girls got less than me. I seriously not feeling anything great about my %age but telling them %age on their asking, seeing them look askance at me, I really felt I got something worth to sizzle their insides the way my mom fries potato chips inside the frying pan. I don't have anything inimical feeling for them but this attitude to look down on whomever they want looks quite ridiculous to me. A little advantage of getting 4-5 more marks in a subject or two good enough for them to get to their head. For time being they didn't get even this.

Just a few days ago mam was distributing our answer sheets of internal assessment exams (that too of dbms), in which I got 14 out of 20. So for a person who was expecting just 10-11 in her totally non-favored subject), jumping around and telling everybody in the vicinity that oye mere 14 aye hai was quite normal. I was telling my marks to dhara who got 16,that PG(of high attitude-diseased gang) who has been taking print outs for may be an alien knows how many hours, beside dhara spoke out with vanity writ large on her face- 14 par congrats , what a sneering comment. And me impromptu - haa yaar , actually you fall in different category and I fall in different one aur hamari category ke logo ke liye 14 bahot hai . She gave me a feigned smile and I gave her a view of my collection of daily brushed 32 tiny calcium items. Later when she got her copy I approached to dhara and bent down close to her to ask about PG's marks, just to know what are badhai-layak marks according to her. By a strange quirk of fate she got 10. I am not sure if she judged what she plan fully said hoping she would get close to congrats worthy numbers.

I don't figure out why people do something that backfire on them. Are these single digit marks too cardinal to behave modestly (so called gem of woman)? Is that all we take education for. Is that what will make our life better. What she made of herself among who listened her remark. In fact my friends who were not present that time in lab knew it later without my discussing or analyzing any single word. For her and me it started with a question and an answer and finished with a mutual giggle in the lab itself.

My friends say I have dibs on finesse (according to oxford dictionary finesse means- great skill in dealing with people or situations specially in a delicate way). bhayankar wala compliment hai bhayya. Hamare bhrata-shree or bahanshree se poocha jaye to bolenge kalyug mai log itna jhooth kyoon bolte hai ? For me it was shocking how my friends got to know about the thing that didn't make any fuss at all, that lasted after 2 statements one from her and one from me.isiliye kahte hai ki ladkiyon ke pait mai koi baat nahi pachtee.

Between every senior is looking quite busy these days as first phase of campus placement is going to commence from 17 may. Moreover I am too spending very less time on net surfing and time pass stuffs( wase hamesha sach nahi bolti mai), what could be the sole reason- final sem exams after 20 days. Date sheet has been stuck on the notice-board so I may again come jhanda(post) lahrate hue lete hai ek chota sa break .

Well I started writing this post a few days ago, on the day of announcement of the result but because of as usual boring assignments and summer training arrangements I left it unfinished. The new update is that Mehta gonna give us a treat finally. Tomorrow it's again Wednesday so we won't go on road like band baaze wale, day after tomorrow can be the good day. I was wondering how a nation wide SBI strike could affect a much desired and much awaited treat plan.