One Day To Go....

From my childhood, I used to welcome my new year watching that 'Idiot Box', waiting for clock to click and those Host (Actors) in those same old celebration programs Jumping in excitement, with Glitters get spread allover the stage... n soon after Wishing Parents and cousins back to bed (what else can one do at home, without friends).. that didn’t even changed when I was in college.. as v have winter holidays and all of us were back home.. Except one occasion, that I remember, when I welcome yr 2007, in Kolkata, I enjoyed a lot but was in warm accompany of parents and relatives..
But this time around, it should be different... I m out of those protected hands, Out alone with some friends whom I had known in past few years.. this year also brought many new things, from being dependent to become 'Independent', From a student to a 'Professional', from Under graduate to a 'Graduate' and Most importantly I being "Employed" (Contributing to India's Employment Rate). This year had taught me a Lot...
So, As the year closes to end, My friend's and I want to do that at most happening note we ever had, and welcome 2009 with Big-Bang, also to made 31st night our first "Night Out" in Delhi.. but u know there r always hurdles and this time we all being foreign to Delhi's Parties.. Also biggest drawback that none of us is a Drunker (Chalo, hum main kuch to achi aadat hai) and also we guys r not that smart to carry few Girl-friends to accompany us.. Reducing our chances of Disc Night...
But v don’t wanna spend our night in Noida... n We know that when v friends r together, v can make a dull night happening… also this time v r determined to make this one happen “Our first Night out in Delhi”.. Thinking of my last night out (in Chandighar).. I feel, v might not b that luck (to find a Movie shooting at 2 A.M) but Delhi has a lot in store to explore… With finger crossed, I hope for best...

P.S Happy New year to all of u…

Meeting with BOSS...

Its good when u get what u want.. but its suspense when u something unwanted happens.. n all such suspense are not that bad (many time serious).. so was a small 5 min meeting with my boss... it all start with my one of well know habit.. most of my friends must be knowing ‘how punctual I m’.. Will be just late by half an hour on a normal day.. and as much as an hour nd half (I thought I had missed a lecture, n will go for second, but actually time table was of lab), but I will have reason for it too... I had a funda, “Its better to come late then never”…

That all was history, when I was in college, but professional life demands more sweat.. Following week I had been late due to some unavoidable reasons like.. I got accident and our bike was puncher.. Hey don’t run ur mind that these are fictitious or self created reasons but were actual one… but today, my bike partner and me were little lazy to wake up for office.. Slower we moved, faster clock runs.. and I was merely half an hour late…

By time, I just settled on my seat, He (Big B) called me to his cabin (I had felt this might happen some day, but not today).. Thinking of a new idea I reached there, but cant find something quite reasonable.. So I decided to say the truth.. When ask, I said “I woke up late, that’s why I was late to office” He argued “Is 09:30 too early to come? What more u need?” I hope someone can explain him flexible timings system, that might help me… and when asked ‘did u slept late??’ “Yes, as late as 5 in morning, as were celebrating friend’s b’day” Now I wonder what he might have thought?? But my confidence n extremist of reason made him speech less…

Final he gave up on me by requesting to “try come on time, for next week (like a short term goal setting plan)” I know he was aware that ‘I wont come on time’ again as he remind me “Christmas is coming, and there will be parties, but try ur best, its not difficult” How can I explain him that, its not easy to get out of bed… Now it’s all up to God, Almighty, to help me reach on time, as my past record is even worst to achieve “coming on time promises”

Thank God!!! My boss is cool…

ARE U PAKISTANI???

When u r afraid, when u think its all over, when u think u cant do anything, Also when every thing seems to be still, when no word can explain it, when u r angry but can’t show, when everyone become big n u small, when u have nothing to say, and when u wanna cry but can’t… that’s when u think what’s will happen now?? These feeling make u sick, but what can one does?? U knew this time/moment will be over soon/ someday but what should I do now???

These moments are what I wanna forger. Is there any thing that can help me forget?? I know, the thing I wanna remember most, is most earlier forgotten… and those whom I want to forget will come back again n again, knocking my head, reminding me ‘we r here, u cant hide’… And if I can forget them, “Ohh my God, I would love that.” When I asked my friend how, I can forget, he said ‘Time is best healer n it will make u forget’, but I think he is wrong…

Few days back, when I was standing at ATM with my friend, I asked guard sitting there “what this Gun, called?” He replied “12 bore”, and my friend enquired ‘aren’t they have two holes’ (seeing guard was carrying, gun with one point), he said ‘it’s of two type’. And a Man standing next to us in queue asked my friend, “R U PAKISTANI??” we were stunned and we looked his face speechless… what the hell he is asking?? What is wrong? Is speaking about guns, a crime?? Or just Pakistani’s talk about Guns and Rifles? Or anyone talking about Guns will be Pakistani or Afghani?? We were shocked to see mental level to such ignorant (but seemed to be educated) people.. I felt like yelling, “Give me a Break…”

Thinking now, what those innocent inhabitants of such countries would be feeling when, such kind of allegations are raised over their communities, culture or countries… as far as I know, no religion till date teaches or preaches terrorism. Someone rightly said, ‘Terrorism doesn’t have any religion or god’… and those uneducated can b taught any thing, ‘right can become left’, ‘black can be taught white’, ‘good can change to bad’.. But seeing those educated men like I meet that day, I felt ashamed… and thought how biased we are… We have multiple standards…

Saying he is wrong wont b right.. We think that way only... We r born biased… Our mother cared more of us then other, we want our brother/ sister win, even though someone else might be better, we favors our friend even though he/she is wrong (aakhir dosti hai bahi), Why should Australia/ Bangladesh win match against India? Aren’t we biased??? Every thing we look for, is of our own good, why should I care about others?? I think I m going way off what I started with, but such events made my mind boil every time… and a question come popping up in this small brain of mine, what will happen now???

WEDDING CRASHERS

10^th Nov. was a lovely day for me, as come 11^th; I will b feeling on top of world (u know, everyone does, on his b’day)… we were planning where to parties, my bumps etc. etc… but there was nothing special about night before it, as all 5 of my flat mates were not there and we were to celebrate on 11^th night only… On the way back home from office, we stop for some shopping.. When v reached back to our car, it didn’t started.. After some 15mins of quarrel and 100 meter of pushing it started..

It was around 8’o clock.. And it was well above time our maid used to leave if any of us didn’t reach back home.. When we were turning for home we saw a marriage palace, all lightened up, and it remind Rajiv of his friend’s invitation to a marriage, some where in or around NOIDA.. Soon he called him and come to know that, that marriage was in PANIPAT.. When we reached home, we found She (our maid), was gone.. We planed to go for that palace we saw on the way.. Yes, v did but said one of our friend, that its Rajiv’s friends invitation (knowing that he wont go, if wasn’t invited, too many ethics) and it will be fun too.. ALL 4 were ready to rock...

Soon v landed to that MAHARAJA Place.. and without any fear v entered.. There was some unfriendly feeling coming while doing so.. And come the nightmare… there were too many people and most of them were dancing like mad.. Sooner v find out that “There was no marriage” and some PUJA is going on.. We decide to escape out as soon as.. We were disappointed, and we felt like a joke..

So regretting v derived toward main market, searching for restaurant.. But all wanna go to marriage, anywhere even if not in noida. So like a lost loin, looking for his food, we moved.. Suddenly v saw some crackers lightning.. It seemed to b of a marriage celebration.. v asked a PAN walla.. He told ‘there’s a club that side’.. “That’s where it might be”. Sound of crackers increased.. We were almost there..

We entered with Bharat. We had planned to keep an eye on each other and didn’t act worried as gathering was too less. And as u might remember we were invited by ‘ANKUR’, Rajiv’s friend, if someone asked… We eat different delicious dishes, from fruit chat to hot chart, from Pani-puri to Pau Bajji, there were many things and we were enjoying it… Soon I saw a guy and he seems familiar too, I thought he was my senior. We try keep away from him. Then come Amul saying he has seen a senior too, we thought if they meet we will say as decided earlier. And there is no need to worry.

Dinner was served. And we want to eat and leave. Then I walk into one more senior, this time a well know to me. ‘Hi Saurabh, how r u? What u doing in this marriage? Which side u r from?’ For me ‘world seem to be too small’ and at such moments u don’t remember any excuse… but some how I handle him, he told how came he was here and why I had seen other sr. too. Then I turned away and move toward my friend to find, I m being stop by my classmate, by that time I know why she was there, they all worked in FREESCALE and there group head’s sister was being married.

We talked, she asked same questions and I gave that same reason we agreed on earlier. I felt she come to know I was lying, what ever I have to give some excuse. When we were talking, I just wanna skip from there but cant.. She keeps on asking too much and I had reply. I felt like its not good to be known by too many persons.. We had our dinner by then and just wanna leave before some scene gets created.

Actually I can say that even though, we were not even last person invited, we know many present there and they know us too… and now I feel knowing too many people is also dangerous… what ever had happened that day it was fun and seriously I loved it …

Complicated Me...

This world is very busy, it doesn’t have time for others, but do we have time for ourselves?? Actually, when I thought of same, I felt there r many things on my mind, I can’t even concentrate on a single of it. It has turned into some kind of ‘fish market’, as my English teacher used to say.. Neither I can find, what I am doing, nor I know what I wanna do.. If I try find out what’s problem or where I m messed up, I find myself more tied up into this spider’s web, and there seems no way out…
From last few days this problem continued to bundle up things over me.. As those close to me know I wanna do every thing I come across.. Most of them craziest.. I wanna go left but also right at same time, wanna study n read novels, wanna watch movies but also play, wanna chat with friends, wanna learn dance, also how to play Guitar, all in mere 24hrs that I have.. I cant explain, what in fact I want, but all these things are up here.. in my mind.. I don’t know it’s empty or filled up with crap?? But it don’t allow me to settle down.. Always calling out ‘do this, do that’.. Can’t it rest??
I cant think of a single day, when I can say I had done all I wanted to do.. But thinking about it, I also feel, what will be fun, if I have done everything or rather, if I didn’t try everything, I might have missed out some excitement.. Some time I feel like measuring what value me most.. But I end up doing what’s everyone is doing.. I thought that I m following other’s, but that’s what make me go diverse, isn’t it??
I don’t wanna flow with river, but I know I wont survive against it, or its because I m afraid of it?? Had I given up before I had started?? Was there more I can do, before expecting in one go??? I want to think I didn’t just follow the motion, but I can’t even lie to myself. I know I had taken decisions, which I know wont harm me. But will they help me?? I told u earlier na, I m totally messed up..
Today I thought a lot, what I m?? What I m making out of my life?? Did I have taken my decisions right?? Had I thought as much as I require before deciding where to move on?? After a wasting a lot of time, I end up thinking, its all had been in the past.. Leave it.. There’s more to come, I need to catch up to improve my future.. But God wanna me to know something.. That day I meet two of my friends, and some how v end up discussing same (why v r here??) and in finally nutshell we thought ‘its for learning more’…
Finally, I considered what kind of person I m.. I end up evaluation “I might not be GOOD, but I m not BAD too”.. I will stand for my friends when ever they need me.. I m happy that, I have too many friends, most whom I can rely on…In past few weeks I have written too much but didn’t post a single one.. may b In coming day I will post few of them… but I wanna post this one as someone might help me come out of my mind trap…

BANDIT THAT TOOK MY HEART...

Hey if u have time to waste then only read this one.. I suggest better leave it untouched.. As I even don’t know what I will write or what’s on my mind.. but one thing is clear, its for her.. She had been all over my mind.. n I cant hold any longer.. So I wanna reduce my kilo’s while writing it..

I cant forgot last few breakfast and lunch.. I don’t remember the day, I first saw u.. I even don’t know when I fell of ur smile too.. But sooner or later I come to know, I cant miss those lips brighten.. I wait for u to come.. I stayed till you go (this is what happen when she comes for lunch or breakfast).. I might not b able to speak to u.. But I wish we will chat someday..

Why can’t I talk to her??? There’s no problem, still I m afraid for something.. but is there any reason why she will talk to me (If one think I have a reason as I like her)??? I know, girls make u mad, they cause friends fight, but whatever it may b they (girls) are one we (boys) talk about most..

I forget my work (that’s not a problem) and even sometime leave my friends, when I heard ‘she is in café, come fast’.. Most of us including me will say ‘its love’.. I don’t know, I m getting mad?? I even don’t know her, I even don’t know is she one of those good Girls (which are extremely less).. but I feel she cant be one of those from where we (guys) try run away.. but I m not sure.. Who I m to evaluate her.. Do I love her?? or I m just affectionate by her beauty or that seraphic smile?? Then why I m thinking of her most of time..

I try forget her, (its easy to say but not that easy to follow) thinking, “if u love some one let it go, if it comes back to u, it’s urs, if not it never was”.. but this one has a lot of misconception.. First, she doesn’t know me, how can she love me.. Second, She is not with u how can u let it go.. Chalo, I will love to remain unknown or uneducated in this matter.. but when ever I saw her, every pledge go lost some where in alien world.. and I wanna live every second that I have.. I m trying my level best, but even in the hope u won’t let me forget ur self.. I hope that some day I will tell her what’s in my heart..

Now its have been high time.. I feel there had been too many ‘if and buts’, more of buts’.. Its true, When ever I think about her something happens.. Still her face completely covered with that luck cloth come to my mind.. I don’t know she really was a bandit or I was d culprit, to get arrested by those twinkling eyes…

UNLIMITED...

Yesterday was Gaurav’s birthday, I missed kicking his ass.. As I have to go for FAT (factory assistance test).. in simple word it was a visit to some other company.. What happen there, I can’t explain.. but d outcome was that I missed out a surprise party which we hosted for him..
Office was as good as it can always be.. Limited work (nearly no work), net to chat n a lovely smile to watch (will explain some time else).. Also I was hoping for a splendid party to follow.. We planned to visit GIP (Great India Place, a 1km long mall in Noida) feeling it will be d best place.. From office we were separated into two batches.. few of us on Auto n others via bike..
As d saying goes.. ‘Convenient it get, relaxed/soothe we become’.. if its not there add it to d list.. It took 2 hr or so for our bikers (most convenient way) to fill d gap.. by then we starving n those luring banner/photos were making it harder to control..
Looking these hungry face come a guy n start explaining a offer named ‘Unlimited’ to us.. As soon as he went we all joked there must b some hidden conditions.. we called him once more, re asked, he said “u all seemed to b educated.. its simple u can eat anything from that shop to that.. Unlimited time..”.. Comment seemed to challenge us.. but still that hidden cost factor seems a big block..
Then v took final decision that lets go for it.. Individual’s cost was just Rs 170 & we were determined to make it at least 250 each.. Sooner we settled, orders started popping out from every corner of table.. waiter seemed puzzle.. he brought two more (waiters) so that it would b easy.. finally they placed so called starter’s (they were even larger then Main course) on our table..
Now what!! Ten of us jumped onto food, like a ‘Cat on Rat’.. “pass that one, I wanna taste it”.. “this one is good, bhaiya ‘ye walli, Do aur le aana’..”.. every one making other aware don’t ask for any heavy dish.. “I m paying, u all order what ever u like n as much as u can..” call out Gaurav.. and laughed out.. we order even those we cant name.. every order seem to floated onto our table.. Cold drinks were flooding.. there was no stopping us.. many time it seems that we are gourmand.. but truth is we were…
Sumptuous were dishes.. We were eating, laughing n more eating.. Our tanks were loading.. but every one determined to last till end.. Sorry, I forgot to tell u.. this restaurant closes around 11.. but by 10.30 more than 30-35 different cuisine had been served to us.. Everyone was hunting in ‘carte du jour’ for any thing v missed.. but few cant find much..
I thought ‘Harold and Kumar’ might not be able to match us..
After final touches with French fries, we celebrate d Ceremony with Cake cutting.. we enjoyed a lot.. fun was at the peak.. we could not have thought of a better evening than this one.. each of us cost five times more then v actually paid..
I cant forget d look of manager’s face..
Thanks Gaurav for such a lovely party.. hope this scheme doesn’t end, even after such a heavy loss (thanks to us..)..
All I can say now it was “UNLIMITED”…

Final Destination...

Saturday evening, Last day at work (i have 6 day working), was planned to be of full of fun.. as i was visiting Delhi after a long time.. GK-1, C.P., RAJOURI, KAROL BAGH (also that Gaffar mkt) and NEHRU PLACE all were on card.. i planned to visit all these in a span of 4-5hr that i have.. thinking all cant b touched so i drop Nehru Place and GK-1, as they were not connected via metro... every thing was planned.. two of my friends were to accompany me.. but suddenly one backed out.. but still Amul and me were determined to go, knowing it will be fun as always..
I forgot to tell u reason for my visit.. i had to go to Kirti nagar form were i was to pick some doc. form my Naniji's relatives.. and then all above got attached to it (as it was hardly 5 min work at home).. and if u don’t know we love to hop from one place to another....
I have asked my friend to drop us at Indra prastha metro station... every thing was going right.. But then i called them (Naniji's relatives) n they said we are not home, will come tomorrow.. what's this.. i have planned all and they just dumped us...
Now what?? I will have to go to Delhi tomorrow.. also Munish (Gopi) was asking me to play football with them.. i thought this is how my Saturday evening will end… now every thing got shifted to tomorrow.. n will do as per plans... after playing we went to our Relaince office for some Refreshments.. and what we find…
4 Bomb blasts in Delhi.. then came news 5 bombs blasted in 40 min.. 2 each at C.P and M-block market, 1 in Gaffar.. soon 2 more bombs were found near Regal.. what’s this... how horrible.. how can they do that.. at least this should not happen in our capital.. these Terrorist wont stop.. they think v wont come out but they don’t know what this stupid common man capable of…
After News Gopi said "those were planted for u.. i saved u..". what ever might be case.. they didn’t succeed.. they want us fear, but next day again many were out to slap on their faces.. may be my final destination wasn’t this one.. they will have to wait.. n we wont give up...

do u fear CAT

times' running.. i really cant cope up wid it.. i just stop to think my calculation is correct n found i had lost 30 sec.. cant it run slow or is that, i m too slow.. i might miss a easy question, leave it go ahead.. but i had wasted a min n i m too close, hardly half a sec more.. might b this one easier then next waiting to come..then come a thought dont panic 'it always happens at time of exam'.. why shouldn't i dont worry, my career depends on this...
Cant anyone hold time for a while, i just need to b sure my solution is correct.. ohh.. what i m thinking, just do next v will see this one later... having no idea there will b no time for re-attempting.. i have been doing too many Maths/DI question.. now move to English... this one, my weakest and i need more time to clear cut off..
What this mean... "clairvoyance", n "prosaicness".. this question is wrong none of these option match, what d answer should be... "r u sure?? these papers r set up by most talented scholars.. " but yaar how can this be possible.. leave it.. try next one.. now whats this.. next passage is so big and this one more difficult.. chal 1-2 guess maar le.. 'vasse tune badi CAT(Common Aptitude Test) clear ker leni hai'..
Now only half hr to go.. move to DI, it will give u marks (so my percentile will shoot up).. just 18 of DI and 15 of maths.. these r too less… lets count English.. SIX (u will b off for a six too, with so less attempted, u wont b in positive) .. now I will have to guess for sure.. chal 4 question guess ker le.. it will make ten.. now rest all on God.. he is only one who can save ur repo…
Then I smile remembering d start of day.. every one in this room must b worrying of my t-shirt of “APPLIED Materials”… also my start my too fast (especially noticed by a beautiful girl sitting behind me) to make her think I will one of high scoring guy.. that’s enough for me..
But after result I can proudly say ‘that wasn’t a bad attempt, remember to leave English aside..’ Also ‘CAT is a fear in name nothing more then that..” don’t tell anyone that I said so.. please..

every day, i always want to go back to d time i liked most.. those school days, those recess game, those college bunks, those large gathering of friends, those leg-pulling... thinking the same i dreamed of having a time machine.. but then today came a thought, "its gud to remember d old but its today which u need to mould to make new memories".. ya this is rite..
then i smile.. remembering my last night meeting with old friends.. v discussed our jobs, laughed at our problems.. we fight for small things.. 'i m rite , u r wrong'.. v shared our bits.. how v r surviving in this new world.. and v laughed out loud.. thinking of those, i m looking to make to make more n more...

how homes r built..

From last few weeks it has been a big trouble for us.. looking for endless list of flats on net.. v just have a week to finalize our flat/PG or any staying place as v were to vacate d remember able stay v had at reliance guest house.. for couple of days v didn’t care but when getting a flat seems impossible v start hunting for it..
I stayed in office n guided my friends using wikimapia and they searched for nearest and cost effective den.. After a long hard work of more then 2.30 hr, they finally decided that v will just go for PG... But its d fate that take u places.. d last flat they saw, they loved it.. Really was worth more than that..
Now v got a roof to stay under but nothing else.. v all calculated what v need n how to arrange.. where to look for also what to look for.. list seemed endless.. form Bed to bedding, Fridge to Water, Spoons to Plates, Newspaper to Bucket, from Sweeper to dustbin, list goes on.. but our determinations were high.. v took each one by one.. there were many lessons, many failures but d teamwork really works..
V cant imagine how our parents manage these things so easily???
Every project (work down) was a achievement in itself.. v enjoyed every bit of this reassembling work.. it feels like everything is AUTOMATED (as our landlord u to call his home fittings).. but u have to work harder to get it complete..

Few days back while chatting my brother asked “how my cubical look like?” I said its like 'a small, open, personal cabin'.. he asked for more details.. then I thought and said… it has a chair, my personal PC, a phone and is covered from small three sided small boundary.. then come a reply u better have a roof, as its raining there.. v two laugh at it a lot..
Now this small cabin is what I have to work on.. as a new joinee, I don’t have much work so I have to pass my day with it only… I have a net connection but how long can I chat or surf?? a phone to call all over NCR but is everyone free for me..???
This was a dream job.. Having a net and no office work.. yes I got it.. but how long can I enjoy it… now I feel THAPAR(my college) made me do too much that I cant live without work.. but I m happy with what I have.. because I have what I dreamt of…
I can get work if I want too but I don’t want to have it.. so till they force me to work its better have few days off.. and get paid too..

MY SECOND DEN... HOSTEL

Those days were best days of my life… will surely brief up my four years of stay in THAPAR’s hostels.

Those four years are beyond my imagination to decipher into my words. Those early alarms, galloping our self empty stomach to lecture rooms, back bench sleeps, gangs of friends, half boiled lunch, corridor cricket, long discussions walks, late night movies, cool buddy chatting, sleepless nights, and much more… they might sound hectic but were worth staying with..

From scraping exams to preparing for interviews, from project building to missing lecture, from party places to lecture rooms, every thing small or big things were all planned, and executed within those hostel walls.. if that was a dream don’t woke me up I wanna sleep whole life..

I cant imagine my life without my friends.. Hope those days had never ended.. but I can make sure I wont forget those lovely days of my life…

Thanks a lot all of u (Jatinder, Varun, Ritesh, Daman, Sunil dogra, Basra, Arun, Vikas, Ranveer, Kamal, Bhagat, Aseem, Bhuvi, Sneh, Siddharth, Sid, Anil, Mohit, Saurabh, Gaurav, Amul, Raman, and many those I didn’t mentioned).. u help make what I m today… love u all… hoping u will be beside me every time I need a hand…

KHUDA KAY LIYE...

This is not about that movie, but it isn’t much different.

Yesterday when my mom and I went for market, this is the only thing that clicks my mind, “IN NAME OF GOD”. We were on way to market when we saw almost all shops closed, we thought that we might have reached early (time was around 10), but we felt they should be opened by now. We moved further in, the market, it was all same..

Then suddenly from nowhere a group of kids (I will call them kids only, most of them were less then and few around my age) came shouting ‘bandh kero, bandh kero’. They were holding sticks bigger then there heights.. I cant believe what’s happening.. They were accompanied by good number of policemen.. My mom and me were watching their face, thinking ‘what this all about’.. They were coming like current of air..

In a mater of time, a small kid, not more then three and half feet, holding a stick around 5 feet, pointed it on my scooter and said, “LAY JAO WAAPISS, AAJ MARKET BANDH HAI”. Once I felt like what he is thinking by saying that, I will beat u so hard by the same stick that u cant imagine.. But then came a running policeman, saying, “move from here, fast”. I considered he is very much right..

Where ever we go, all markets were closed.. This all made me think, do they know, they are doing all this in name of GOD?? Will it happy the almighty?? How badly shop men will suffer?? I cant imagine..

When I saw news in the evening, I found these guys were burning things and beating others.. I felt like, the strike of truck driver’s is much better then this, atleast they were not using Gods name to save their faces… ‘FOR GOD SAKE LEAVE GOD ALONE’

COFFEE AT CCD…

My last visit to Delhi brought too many memorable incidents, when few of us (my friends) spend an unforgettable evening at CCD. That day, rain god was emptying his long hoarded vessels of water.. also Daman and me were hit by a couple of feet of water on road while reaching Delhi..

But d main difference was because of my friend’s joining party.. he was asking us to have the party at pub, but a good resistance took over his will.. so we decided to drop the plan and just have a coffee after dinner hence we ended up reaching CCD..

My friend (d host) was angry when he came to know that GAURI had slapped him on orkut (with a speed around 300km/hr, too bad).. he was showing his anger by calling dogs by d same name (GAURI).. but Entrance was quite welcoming as there were many chicks around and we hoped for a good coffee.. as soon four of us settled down, soon came GAURI (now its d waiters turn), asking for order..

We ordered him a coffee and he said something we all cant understand (was in English but I m sure he cant speak same thing slowly).. all of us were watching each other faces.. then our host called out we want this (pointing a finger on menu’s list).. again he said same thing (sounds like Chocolate ice cream), again it went above our heads, we said ‘yes’ , thinking ice cream will be in chocolate flavor.. we were write but when our order was served we were shocked and looking at each other.. saying “what d f**k”.. he placed a single glass of coffee in front of four of us and he was watching, so we were.. what he meant by that “foursome”??? we continue to stare, finally I asked, “where were r other three coffees?” He said we asked for one (is he mad??).. finally he went to bring three more...

By then our host was is full flow.. he was explaining us how much his two girl friends are ‘THARKI’.. he made a graph corresponding time span (I will try upload its copy).. but he concluded that one which he considered more THARKI was actually much better.. we all feel ‘isko to kurkure or coffee chadh gai’. We were feeling pain in our cheeks, as we were laughing too hard.. ever where we were finding GAURI.. those three, three and half hour stay was ballistic..

While leaving our host wanna use washroom, but he was told by GAURI (waiter) “its not working”.. we couldn’t understand what d problem was, as its was our Host who needed to be working or washroom?? and we all laughed to d peak.. Surely GAURI was d real reason for this rocking night out…

GUEST HOUSE

My temporary address for last 5 months had been:

SUBSTATION FLAT No. 1

NAVJIVAN VIHAR,

Opp. GEETANJALI ENCLAVE,

NEW DELHI

When this address was messaged by my friend, I thought great Reliance has given us flat (with a room for each) in South Delhi.. Now I can say how wild we can think.. Guest house is at a damn good location (actual place might not b that welcoming)..

So how my friends reached there?? Some with help of there relatives (must be permanent resident of Delhi) and other like JITU and BHUV, who went for a ride.. They hired a taxi, reached NAVJIVAN VIHAR.. Knock-knock, whose there?? ‘We are guest of this house/flat’ one of them called out to guard. ‘Let me check’ come d reply.. Two minutes later host was there, ‘Do I know u? Who are u looking for??’ ‘We are trainees of Reliance Energy’ ‘Oh!! U r at wrong address, u might be looking for substation’. The guard show them the path.. Later we come to know that man has 5 Mercedes with No. 7777 on them (indeed, a retired chief judge).

Welcome (I can’t call it my second home, chalo) to Guest house (I don’t think it can be either).. It has 3 Rooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, a dinning room, a lobby, also reliance phone (for those who used it).. It’s surly a nice big flat (in Delhi’s standards but no individual room), we were 8 to be hosted in it, including Shuchita. So we were loaded as 3, 4 and 1 in the room (remind me of hostel).. My room no. is 003, exactly opposite her room.. I m not joking we used to share her Bathroom (actually they were co-ed)...

Ohh... I forgot to introduce our host “RAM BAHADUR” aka RAMU.. 5ft, dark features, lean, red t-shirt, a man of principle (too many).. Our cook or helper (I will rather say our boss at guest house). ‘Breakfast will be served at 9, Lunch at 1 and dinner at 8.15, I will serve at these times only’ announced RAMU one day. If we say to change the schedule, pat comes the reply ‘Bhaiya Aisa Nahi Chalega’. One day I took my breakfast around 11:30 and I told him I would eat lunch around 3 or so, ‘Main Bhookha Mar Jaunga ga’ he called out. ‘I m not stopping u to eat’, but he said, ‘Main nahi khauga, jab tak aap sab nahi khaoge’, god knows ‘why?’..

Whatever it may b, we enjoyed every time, when someone come to stay and says ‘yaar aish ker rahey ho’.. Top view (from roof) we can enjoy figure conscious beauties of our society.. Also I can proudly say I m in neighborhood of K.K (kali kudi).. My friend’s blind love (truly blind)..

Stay in this guest house was indeed some thing to remember. I won’t forgot those night long discussions (especially those involving Daman), EA Sports Cricket matches, Pawan’s early morning money collection, Ramu’s unforgettable AALU cuisine, and every movement we cherished there...

WHEN IT ALL STARTED…

It’s about 4 years from now, when I didn’t even know what Engineering was all about (actually v don’t even know till now). When asked from our teachers they used to say its base of everything.. But actually its money that’s base for everything.. There were many who said u would know about Engg, When u will join a college.. Yes it’s the college that has taught us many things.. So I decided to give a tribute to my college.. THAPAR UNIVERSITY...
Its not easy to enter into a premier institute.. Not for guys like me, Who believe in time to time finish of work.. There were counseling, just to analyze our ranks.. Scoring a rank in 9 thousands will fetch a back seat in just one or two good colleges.. So I got one in NIT JALANDHAR.. That’s when my life of engineer begun.. I stayed longer enough to make few good friends and had a life time RAGGING experience.. When I ragged one of my class mate, who was sitting besides me in a lecture earlier in the day.. That when I come to know why seniors want to rag the freshers.. A month stay in the college was quite a bit of experience but soon my luck shone and TU called out for third counseling which sealed my seat in INSTRUMENTATION AND CONTROL (v love to call ICE)..
But No one like Intruders in the house so was case with us.. But this time around v (third counseling students) were intruders.. We were called or known as C batch students (C was actually our group name). It all happen when it starts.. Slowly and steadily there were many new friends.. As always first year goes, I mean attend every lecture, do work on time, there should no trespassing around college, etc, etc.. But Rules are meant to be broken, I don’t know who the god’s angle who told me that was but I remember every bit of it... luckily I got friends who also believe so..
We used to go every day to CAFÉ (so called restricted area for first semis), had visited front of girls hostel (boys cant go beyond that) more than twice in first week, I used to enter on an average 15-20 minutes late to my first lecture (I have a problem of getting late).. I believe in ‘its better to be late then never’.. also to add, calling out proxies aloud, using cell phones in classes.. Did every single thing that was prohibited.. Time seamed to be running when there were mid terms.. Half prepared, half forgotten we sat in our exams.. But after exams got over we were flying in sky.. Enjoying rain dance (in hostel lawns).. those days were best start I ever thought to get for being prepared to get into so called PROFESSIONAL life..
To be continued…

Life in Metro...

It all started on 21st jan when I landed up in delhi, I better call it South delhi.. as we were guest of Reliance were brought here to get drilled.. but who know what will happen on first day of our training.. I got first shock.. we all will b staying together, I mean all 8 of us(including a girl) in same house n in 3 very adjacent rooms.. many still don’t believe me, that this is true.. but they even don’t know, that till now we cant even believe, that this is happening.. she is a good girl.. but a girl staying with 7 boys is not easy for both boys or girl..
By then life in metro has began.. we were just too far slow.. so we had to pay for it.. two of my friends phone were stolen within a week of our stay.. by the time we get it there was one more attempt but this time our future HR manager(he hope to become) was quite lucky.. Someone rightly said one has to move on.. we did d same.. being in capital and u will not go for site scene is something unbelievable.. how can we be behind, and one by one we have visited every day a new place after our office.. and in 2-3 weeks we were knowing more than half of delhi.. Starts are always good but continuing it is always difficult.. Slowly-slowly we become lazy, and from regular visitor of a Mall or C.P. (CONNOUGHT PLACE) we prefer a good sleep.. but life still moves at very high pace..
Soon we were shocked to see many things happening around us, which we thought can just happen only in movies or dreams.. we cant trust our eye this is happening in front of us.. but we knew these things happens.. I cant blame them for selection of there place.. Where will they go tell me?? they wanna enjoy there life, so let it be..
With in a month or two we were even able to suggest inhabitants of Delhi where to go for shopping or a ride.. we were being called as DEHLI HEIGHTS among our friends.. but we were still d same guys of college who are just half into a professional life.. I don’t know what are actual motive of this training but we can say we have learn who to adapt to changes and as college has been teaching us utilize our resources to full..Life in METRO is different.. one has to except changes.. u may find bulk of them speaking in English even if asking for to pass a ball during match or sharing a simple chatting with his/her friend.. or u might come across someone K**SING in corner.. or a Ferrari parked near ur bike.. or someone flying out of BLUELINE BUS.. or endless traffic on roads.. or someone showing u a path even though the building u wanna go is just behind him.. or even wrong number working for u.. this all happen in only METRO..

my first blog..

long back I thought of writing a blog.. but I never know I will be able to post a single one or not.. today is my one of lucky day to have a post..
I don’t know what make me write this one.. my friends regular pampering or one of my will to write, but tonight I have made a mind to write.. i don’t know where will it end but surly know will move closely to my life.. Idea of blog’in started when I read my friend’s gf’s blog, it not only motivated me but also made me think if she can write why cant i??
I started thinking what to write, then I feel if I have to think n write, then how can this b my dairy?? I will start from a incident or accident that happened in my life few months back.. this all started with my training in delhi with Reliance.. before this I never ever thought this will happen in my life..
There was a party at our guest house (where v r staying), n few of my college mates were there, of which one of them was being called again n again by a girl n he finally revealed this to us.. when it comes to a girl it always becomes interesting as none of us had a gf (by then) n this information might help somewhere in future..
He passed her no. to us saying u can talk without telling her his name.. then v invented a new character RAHUL SHARMA.. this SHARMAJI started talking to her more frequently(earlier there were nearly 5 of us calling her n telling same name) but then finally she started to recognize our voice.. but by then she was ready to meet this SHARMAJI.. that was when it all started.. 6-7 hrs regular phone calls, sleepless nights, thanks to Reliance energy/ BSES that I never had to pay those call’s bills.. I cant tell what v talked but I think v haven’t left any thing.. I was looking to stop this nonsense n I suddenly stop talking to her, she called/message but I didn’t reply any.. somehow my friends come to know about it.. as a good friends will do, they fueled our talks.. now calls were converting into meetings, this becoming more hectic.. I have no time for my friends, nor I could have proper rest.. I tried ask her not to call 24*7 but see didn’t stop.. so I decided to end it somehow.. I did many thing that she wont like n stop talking with me, I even told her I have a gf n i m going out with her but she didn’t stop calling.. so finally I decided to go to extreme I asked my friend to call her n tell I m leaving India n my mobile’s wid my father.. I think this might work.. but a week has passed n this one was best in last few months.. I know I would have hurt her but that would b much less then saying I wont talk to u forever..now I feel its good to b alone without a girlfriend, if u have friends to live with.. thanks my friends for being with me always.. but I wont say that u should never have a gf/bf but don’t lose ur friends.