tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59417756446384592912011-09-08T23:58:48.155-07:00there r many things u see, feel, enjoy, love n hate.. this one is for all of them.. so i don't forgot what has been left behind...SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-84979544513229911972011-06-17T08:29:00.000-07:002011-06-17T08:29:38.063-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Its was 2 AM.. i&nbsp;was sitting with my few best friends, when i was&nbsp;writing&nbsp;this one.. all my friends start shouting.."What the hell u think of your self? we all are here talking and discussing old memories and you are blogging? Even you are not playing good songs. Give back that&nbsp;lapi." I cant stop laughing thinking about the same. They have their rights to stop me. They are the one with whom i have had travelled distances. For last 3 years, they have been the ones whom&nbsp;I Cherish,&nbsp;I Care, I Miss, I Share, I Laugh, I Fight, I Walk, I Eat.. because of U guys, i can smile even at worst times... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back at that time,&nbsp;I don't know, what&nbsp;I&nbsp;was doing writing this blog.. my mind was not with me.. but now i know what and why I was.. I couldn't leave them even in my thoughts.. I want to write it on the Web page.. I want world to know the same.. I want to keep them with me even if my&nbsp;memory weakens.. I know I was selfish, i would remain one, for them always. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">That day, one of us was going for higher studies. We were happy for him, but were afraid our group would break with&nbsp;increasing distances.. Everyone know this would happen one day, slowly, slowly we all have to move, it was just we never want to accept it. 'To hell with those worries' i wishes someone should have told.. but we planned differently.. to scatter different places and stay&nbsp;close to heart, stay in touch...&nbsp;We all know, if ever, anyone of us need others help, he/she would do his/her best to do it. Distance can't apart our friendship, can it?? My friends and I would surly have one answer, NO, always, at any time.. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S: Hoping we always keep in touch with all of u always.. for all my friends being referred here or NOT!!!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-8497954451322991197?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-22687795464658465962011-05-14T07:42:00.000-07:002011-05-14T07:42:48.012-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Few days back i got a SMS, from a friend. First SMS, are rear now a days, most of them are form MBA College Interviews or Property or Loans, rarely a friend messages you. As usual it was forward, a two page text, and my 90's mobile breaks it into 3 different message. As i reluctantly scroll down the messages, the last line caught all&nbsp;my&nbsp;wavering attention. It says, just&nbsp;three words&nbsp;"LIFE GOES ON", followed by a big smile. I don't know how it happened, those word keep on coming again and again. Like always, I deleted the the two messages, but the third one i dint.. again i dont know why?<br /><br />Days passed. My sweet cousin&nbsp;got married. I meet almost all in my family. Danced with the Bride. Teased the couple. Lived every moment of it. When she left those words jumped up again. This time not on message by my Buaji (Bride's mother) was saying so. "Oh ta chali gai fir vi&nbsp;life challi jao gi!!!". It seems this is the ultimate TRUTH. Some one please tell DAN BROWN, he might stop writing same books, and i might finally change the author. <br /><br />Time is running and life goes on. Our scientists are trying to built Time machines, but life would certainly go on in this universe. As per most of saying the end is coming, might not be on&nbsp;Dec, 2012, but its surly around (specification of around varies from few seconds to millions of years). As the day would arrive, i wont be here to say Life has stop, if someone is there to say, then how can it stop? <br /><br /><br />SAURABH</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2268779546465846596?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-90486948228916998402010-11-30T12:44:00.000-08:002010-11-30T12:44:26.937-08:00<p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Its being months that I had written any thing on e-space.. but last night had every thing to entangle me to post this one.. Eldest of my roommates has crossed one more barrier of age, lucky him.. Happy Bday VIKAS…</span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></div></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">The concept of birthdays is complicated.. Some says we have grown more older (may be god might be able to explain how can they suddenly grow older in a day, if they haven’t in past 364 days), some my life is reduced by one more yr. and very few, I enjoyed one more year.. the master (B’day boy/girl) can choose what they want to.. I m getting diverted from the main topic… Apologies!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">Most of my roommates likes to sleep long.. they prefer early to bed (might not early to rise), so its always a mission to wait till all the hands of clock meet.. Same thing happened last night… everyone was moving up and down to escape sleep, but to their discomfort the cold weather wasn’t helping much.. We all plea to the man of moment to celebrate early.. he ironically&nbsp;(we didnt noticed this)&nbsp;said yes and the celebration began an hour and half early.. <o:p></o:p></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">The most common and important ritual of all, bumps. Helped by skinny culprit, we all enjoyed kicking his @$$.. Everyone get good chance to take any pending revenge. Followed by the photo sessions… which was the plot to&nbsp;the great night ahead… one of my roommate brought a mug of cold water, in no time bucket&nbsp;full of water was also out&nbsp;and then we played holi.. only one guy was playing.. water was all around the floor and b’day boy was shivering.. and clock was still at 11.15 pm…<o:p></o:p></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">While the cleaning mission was under way.. an amendment to the plan 'Lets go India Gate' was filled.. it didn’t took much for the bill to get pass… soon the bikes were out on street..&nbsp;The temperature was quite low,&nbsp;but our spirits were high and even the barricades couldn’t hold us out long, we reached a little above 12.… Every thing seem perfect.. the location, India Gate, four friends and a Cake. Cake cutting ceremony followed face decoration, actually I am confused, his face was in the cake or it was behind the cake, but I am sure decoration is not the correct word here… </span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt;">J</span><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">More worries to the culprit aka B’day boy, in the middle of night at India Gate, where will&nbsp;u&nbsp;find&nbsp;a&nbsp;washroom to clean your face?? He could some how remove the thick layer of cream and we could </span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">recognize him.&nbsp;</span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">The c<span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">elebrations</span> had&nbsp;to follow a party and we were all enthusiastic to have it right away, so the most feasible option was COMESUM…<o:p></o:p></span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">It was already 1am and chilly winds were cutting through us… we need something hot.. so soup (the only item we didn’t liked there) was first on the order list. Followed was ‘Makki ki Roti Sarson ka Saag’ their specialty, duly approved by all Punjabis. Next on the cater was Biryani. Then ‘<st1:place w:st="on">Gobi</st1:place> ka Paratha’ along with ‘Hakka noodles’. We were eating and eating, none of us can believe our appetite. We every bit of our meal (can be called breakfast). Finally the Ice cream, Baskin’s specialty, Sundays.</span></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div></p$1><p$1><p$1><span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"> Comesum is a beautiful place <span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;">and add to this was its crowd</span>, We sat there free from any worry.. most of us had already planned to go late in office. Our talks were endless, supported by a cup of cappuccino. By the time we reached home it was already past 3 and we slept around 4. This night out will be long remembered by all four… Vikas (B’day Boy), Parul (The Icebreaker), <st1:place w:st="on">Daman</st1:place> (The Motivator) and Saurabh (The Narrator).</span></p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1><p$1></p$1>&nbsp;</p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-9048694822891699840?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-46831163714441240882010-01-01T06:14:00.001-08:002010-01-01T06:14:36.694-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love my mom the most, she is like an angle to me.. its been quite long that we have met, last weekend i wished to pay a visit just before new year... But as elders say "Jab maa ka bulawa aata hai, tabhi darshan milte hai" And this time, Bulawa to aaya per 'Vaishno Maa' ka. In no time every thing got finalize, the main problem was that of train tickets, n those were arranged easily by our company's travel agent and that too confirmed. My group that conquered 'The Great Ganga' (last time), was all set to rule "The Himalayas".<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our journey begun on Christmas Eve, we were high on energy, bought the best time pass 'Mungfali'. We sung many songs, clicked different posses, and fight over possession of I-Pods. With dreams of what will happen we slept. Morning brought many promises n train didnt delayed our proceedings. We reached our guest house arranged by our host, Ankush, where we were supposed to bath, i will skip that part, there we found that Gopi didnt forgot to pick the pack of groundnuts, instead forgot his own 'Jacket'. I dont know what to say...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later, we reached Ankush's house, where we were welcomed by such a lovely hospitality. I cant remember how many different dishes were served, but every bit of it was delicious, moreover homemade, i loved 'KAHVA' the most. Against all odds we were planning also to visit 'Patnitop', so had to leave early for 'Darshans', same we did. The safe and cautious drive, with a 15 min stop for 'Garama Garam Pakoras' took us to KATRA, nearer to our destination. From there we had to travel on foot to main BHAVAN, a 11.5 KM journey. For it we need to take a entry ticket, as girls line was small, Neha joined it . Meanwhile, others were looking for any 'Jugadh' to skip this long waiting of line. The line was so rigid that, it didnt even move a single inch, in an hour.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then to our relief, came Ankush's phone, he somehow had manage to get passes for 5 (even though we were six in number), paying some hypothetical 2000 bucks (as told by Gopi) to DSP. I didnt bother to know details, but insisted to start the long walk. Ankush, informed us that we have to reach d top before 11 PM, to get priority benefit (meaning escaping another long waiting in queue), it was already 7. With all courage we started, path was full of devotees and horses. The roadside was like&nbsp;market, chit-chats all around, tourism department is getting most&nbsp;out of it. We rushed through crowd, wait for those left behind, grab anything new to eat and sang songs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes we even took stairs, n one of them took us to Adhkuwari (which we were looking to skip). None of us had an actual desire to eat, but those shops n there showering banners, create space in our stomach. Food was so-so, but was power full enough to fill our tummies. We were moving up at good speed, but we have to maintain d same. We changed our path and took d one with no horse on it. With every step we took, temperature was decreasing. Pushing eachother here n there, supporting d slow one, singing songs, pulling Gopi's leg, enjoying d spellbinding beauty of path covered, n almost continuous trekking, we made our 11.5 Km finished in 3hrs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were so close to temple, devotees were everywhere, some in line, some waiting for their turn to form one, some sleeping , n some leaving. The view was aesthetic in some way. We were to look for our priest, who will help us enter through a shortcut, (u know there is shortcut for everything, its just one have to find it). Cant explain how we found his (Priest) doorsteps, but really entry&nbsp;was some shortcut. Our number for darshan came too early, and again special thanks to Ankush, we could manage more than 30 sec in that 'HOLY GUFA'. Hoping those Darshans will free me of all my sin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Slowly we moved out, relax a bit, and were planning for some rest instead of 'Patnitop' (Which was earlier on our mind, also there was no snow :( ). Now, I was wiling to visit 'Bharo Baba' but rest wanna skip it, only Mannan accompanied me. We all planned to meet at CCD by 2:30 - 3:00. That small 2.5Km journey was most steep part. Both of us talked 'here n there' n in no time we were on top of hill. We once felt that d 'MOON' was just like a road side light. Our journey was quick and our talks too long, n with no lines Darshans too fast. Soon,&nbsp;we start descending, checking our clocks, setting a continuous pace, we made it by 2:25. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We entered CCD n found they (others) had just settled down. We order many things n finally it was confirmed that this CCD is really 'Jalli'. Everyone was feeling snooze, if someone could arrange a room v would had stayed, there were 6 more Km to go before we reach our base or Taxi. Everyone agreed to move early, slowly slowly we gather our self to traveling mode. First 2 Km or so were slowest n better half was d fastest, as Neha had found that just loosen ur body, use gravity to descend u down n one just need to b good at breaks (to control his/her speed). We were there (stand) by 5 n our Taxi was waiting for us. Good driving, songs under influence of Gopi, most of Travelers sleeping, we were back home by 6:30 AM and its time to Sleep, a sound sleep.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were like dead man, it was 2 PM, Ankush's house, no one ready to move, then came a blazing sound, it was some song, 'Please slow it down' was d call, no one listening, its not getting stop, its like Alarm, continuously buzzing, we have to wake up. But tune never matched soft one that of 'Wake up Sid'. Ok ok i am awake, 'stop it now', n it did. Now, another big question, who will bath?? we (expect the girls) prefer saving water.. Lunch (or brunch or breakfast) was ready, hot and delicious it was. Filled to d top of ur necks, we struggle to stand up of dinning table. We still had a lot of time left for our return train. Exploring Jammu was on mind.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were divided into two cars. Following Ankush's car, Mannan, Kammo n I try to check every sign or movement of his hand as he explain what it is to those in his car. We nearly missed every place, that must be 'good or important or antic' according to our guide, sitting in other car. We reached Aquarium, most of us least interested. I dont know, but those fishes were a bit of collection, was fun watching their moves, their colors, their shapes. Moreover, the view from the park was something. We drove around old Jammu, drunk hot Soup, was more than medicine. Time for leaving was coming nearer, we had some attachment with Mountains, and hope we had more time to go more places.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Back home (Ankush's) dinner was ready, none of us having space for it, but v never say no to such a delicious food. Later Ankush and his father dropped us at station, where train has some other plans. We found it was 2 hrs late, but there was no going back, we sat there with I-Pods and 'Mungfali', enjoying d music, feeling cold, n waiting for train. Two n half hour passed but no sign of train, we were restless, so were hundred of others passengers. Finally the last led of our journey begun, train had arrived, we got settled n slept.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lazy as always, we were not ready to wake up, clock was clicking 9 AM, we were late for office, had to inform 'Vishu' (my boss). So, after mutual understanding, Gopi n I decided to open a PPF account, which is causing us delay for office at-least 2 hrs. And that worked, we made it to office by the time. The tour was a bit of experience.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And as my friend said "Vaishno Devi trip... 10 hrs... 6 people... dead cold night... 25 km on feet... came out alive... :), now i m pure soul "<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S:&nbsp; Thanks everyone for being a part of it... :)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4683116371444124088?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-44522504757602216872009-12-31T14:42:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:42:07.318-08:00<h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}">Its 4:10AM, Just had my dinner with Aloo Gobi.. drove I-10 for first time.. shouted at someone for no reason.. met an old friend @ IIT Delhi's gate, where I least expect him to be.. Dance madly at 80's English songs... Knowing i can control myself... Happier then ever... What a Grand welcome to 2010... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL !!!</h3><h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&quot;type&quot;:&quot;msg&quot;}"> </h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4452250475760221687?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-71012995127080716302009-11-29T02:53:00.000-08:002009-11-29T03:15:09.761-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span id="goog_1259492893412"></span><span id="goog_1259492893413"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a>Its being around two years in NCR, n i have learned a lot of bad things... n i m not much ashamed of them either... :) One of such is watching movies even before first day (Friday's) first show. And u know habit sustains, and i booked First day first show even for CAT. I wasn't much serious about the paper, but in later phase i felt 'was my decision of early Dating, right?' Now, i can say it was. As D day was coming nearer, i was getting more serious about d same. I even enrolled for some online papers, much to discourage myself...<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, the day arrived, v had to reach 2 hrs. before the test, so had to woke up around 7. And as i was rushing through the crowd, on way to exam center, i come across a small girl (just passing by d road), and her adorable smile (one for me), which traveled from her lips to mine, it just slow me down. Thinking of that as a good omen i entered the center, to find queues for entry and those faces, Oh GOD!! i can't forget those looks, i still feel like laughing at the way everyone carry tension with them. That was the only boosting factor, excluding that lovely smile. As we all know this world is small, and it surly is, i meet few of my colleagues and an unknown junior, at d center, they helped me pass that waiting period.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The moment paper started, every ones calculations went wrong, there were just 60 questions, instead of expected 65, twenty each for all three sections. I have a simple believe, never be afraid of exams, they will come again, and there's never an end to world. I started high on confidence, and as Maths being my favorite, was by far first choice to start. I was just doing my second question, n the person seating just left to me start calling 'Excuse me, see what happened to my screen', that time i was in no mood to get involve in some extra co-acts. But i cant stop my self from hearing, as they were just speaking into my ears, i heard one saying 'You have clicked "Quit Test" and ur test is over. "Ohh MY GOD!!!" was my reaction. They tried to restart his test but even those experts cant help the poor lad. I will just say "Watch out of that 'Quit Test' option".<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Exam was going smooth for me, after long time i have been able to solve too many questions, most of them without or with less trouble, it was also because our set of math was too easy. I followed Math with English. I know my English is too good to be selected for IIM's, but this time i want to give this section some more time so that i would say, 'this was my best attempt for the section'. My liberation to some foreign language n over confidence in one of my solid section DI, made me stretch my time on the verbal section, n i end up with just 25 odd mins. for DI. For first few minutes i cant think of any thing, and the clicking clock was causing much more toll. I just left the paper for some moment and stated looking back at other sections. Till then i had figured out how to proceed, Do what ever come first and have faith in your calculations. And it worked for few questions, at least, i made some entries to answer sheet from DI. But my unplanned attempt and tactlessness, forced me to miss all 3 sets of data interpretation, costing me directly 9 questions out of 20 overall in the section. And by the time my timer stopped, i know it was much less an attempt.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But, I had gained many things, made few friends, whom by now, i might had lost in this crowded world, and created some memorable memories. Hoping GOD give some mental/ emotional strength to those pale faces. Also special thanks to my Junior, Vivek, for such a nice party.. Vivek, i told u we r wedding crashers... :-))<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0wqTuAt6qc/SxJXZZZK3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/VizROB3gvVw/s1600/saurabh.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0wqTuAt6qc/SxJXZZZK3dI/AAAAAAAAABk/VizROB3gvVw/s320/saurabh.png" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-7101299512708071630?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-43890991855442721682009-11-22T07:38:00.000-08:002009-11-22T08:48:48.758-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Last month had been full of events. Most of them were related to my job. Those include tough times (when i have to, go to Site), and my B'day week, that was fun (special thanks to my boss, for not being around)... :) We even managed to watch a movie, that too in office timings. I m afraid, that i wont b able to leave or even switch my job. This company has given me everything.. money, time, experience, and a lot of friends.... :)<br /><br />Today, while standing on traffic light, suddenly something happened to me... those 2 mins stop seems too long.... i felt like i had been standing there forever... i was thinking, like i never was my whole life... from no where, i was lost in some unknown world, dont know what it was , the world of dreams or world of truth, or the world i m living... now i wonder, what that movement was for??? what actually i want to achieve or gain out of it?? where it is taking me?? Is this daily office life or routine making me sick... i know i love this face of my life and it too has big promises to show, but i m still waiting for some green signal to come. Don't know, what will happen when its green??<br /><br />I always thought myself to be a person who wont hurt others, especially some of those whom i care about, n ask nothing much in return. But i had been waiting and waiting for things to happen. Waiting for some angel to give me signal, telling me, this is right time. And never ever taken steps to go for it or create one. I know, it has become a habit n i cant change it.. until unless someone push me i wont be making decisions.. and i m afraid but its reality...<br /><br />Hoping someone pushes me out of it soon.... Give me some green signal....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4389099185544272168?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-44708231295714278642009-11-09T21:01:00.000-08:002009-11-09T11:07:10.855-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Run, Run faster, more faster... I always like running.. sometime it might b from crowded places, too many restrictions or even from myself... wahoo!!! i could write the truth... I remember, when ever i m angry with someone or myself, running helped me reduce my frustration. It had always lighten me of my burdens, both physical n emotional. Its true that running eases pressure, i know we can't run away from duties, thats what every round i ran taught me, it helped me become stronger, ease solving my doubts and its always being feel good factor for me...<br /><br />But this time around i was running for fun.. "Great Delhi Run".. a 7Km run with friends, all for masti... So it was. Rajiv and I left early (was early for us), for Hayyat Hotel were the parking was. I was rubbing my eyes looking at crowd.. i never thought that even Delhi's plastic girls will also come for run.. every where i could see the overwhelmed spirit of Marathon... Everyone want him/ her to be recognized separately, may b by color of there dress, or d costume they were wearing or d banners they possessed, or the slogans they shout..<br /><br />The view was electrifying... non of them might encouraged to run faster but enthusiasm they had filled in atmosphere was amazing.. I m in love with Delhi n its never decreasing will to come out and rock d world... i remember d football we played with bottles (might not b liked by few), dancing on tunes, those landmarks photos, beautiful girls (how can i leave them, especially d one in our group), those occasional running, finishers gift and "THE MEDAL".<br /><br />We lived every movement, from Over Crowded bus (earlier in morning) to Empty one (at d end of race), from water bottles to Juice ones, from fast runners to d lazy ones, from living "Ravan" to d sweet Dolphin (Both were best costume i had seen that day), n from Chit-Chat's to Loud Slogans... every thing was magnificent... these trivial things made our day... :-)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4470823129571427864?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-40698231140780712652009-10-06T13:35:00.000-07:002009-10-07T08:03:53.014-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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And as most of u might know, I don’t like to compromise my sleep… Leaving APS (another roommate, don’t mind short forms) as Alarm, I slept… but Alarm was too good, to wake me up on time… It b'day party and as we say, “if there aren’t any bumps, it isn’t a b’day”. There were 6 of us to punish the innocent sole, who’s only fault was that he was born that day (that too he can’t control). As the excitement was on too much, we over shoot our counting (of bumps) from 23 to 28 (might be bec. he won’t forget this b'day for next 5 yrs)…</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Today (or tonight) only I came to know that we r not bad host (atleast we feel it), when we hosted a party from GULLU to KUCHU… I hope Gullu, won’t find what we did to the sweet lovely Cake… :). Actually, it wasn’t our fault… ‘Ab yaar cake cut reha hai to face per legayega hi..’ but what happen after that could have been controlled… CAKE FIGHT… oooohhhh… that just started suddenly (same like movies, whoever laugh will get its bit of piece earlier) and there was no control, cake markes can be seen everywhere… And when it seems to be getting over, I don’t know, from where I got a water bottle, and VPK brought a MUG of water, but no one else have access to water and the only thing they could find was APPY FIZZ, and in no time it was flowing all over places… we were shouting, laughing and could see water (more of Appy Fizz) all around.<o:p></o:p> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">No one was spared.... everyone's cloths were wet, faces brown because of chocolate, and hands sticky… but that was fun… and DPS rightly said “<b>just witnessed the best b'day party of my life.. </b>”</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:12pt;" ></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:12pt;" > <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:12pt;" >P.S: These characters and there names are imaginary and there reference to original world is coincidental, and writer has no intention to create any misunderstanding… :). </span><o:p></o:p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4069823114078071265?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-23517618712018160382009-08-31T11:06:00.000-07:002009-09-12T04:52:50.425-07:00<div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;">I sat idle on my cushioned Chair, relaxing, in front of 19" wide screen, blinking again and again because of popping mails every minute. A thought came to my mind, killing my precious time. Life is full of things small or big; we worry a lot about big (as they are big n we really should worry about them), whereas we keep on forgetting many small things which are equally precious. Isn’t it sound like some fwd malls? May be my mind recall it from there, but its true. Life is interesting, u never now what’s next and that’s best part of it. When it unfolds new and unknown chapters, we come to learn more about ourselves.<br /><br />Everyday is same, wake up early, Rush to office, punch the dam finger print machine, Start the system, and keep on replying the mails… Can’t our boss ask to enjoy, we might have deadlines to fulfill? Is just Work, Work and more work; left in this world... Is this the same life we dreamed off, while joining engineering college?? What’s fun in earning, when u don't have time to spend, how u want to. Burning our brains 6 days a week, 9 hrs a day, is this is what so called Cooperate life? What the 'F', it is?<br /><br />That was one side of story.. Totally fed up of just d same day to day routine.. but as coin have two sides, I feel life too has.. Sometime, the same old, tired looking routine becomes most liked one. Getting fresh early, Driving the devil (My bike), trespassing girls on d way, Laughing at traffic signals fight, Enjoying tension on others face, Hugging friends in office, Leg-pulling (Just like college), Enjoying forwards, Chatting in-between, or a Nap after lunch, thinking this will refresh us to do some work (rarely works). Planning trips and worrying about what to do on Sunday... Was that same day? It really was…<br /><br />Seriously, nothing changed, but everything was new. I didn't do anything special but it all became extraordinary. Sometime there's no time, n some time there is hell lot… some time u have everyone around n feel alone, sometime there's no one but u can feel them all. U can be happy and sad at same time. Do u think I m mad? I m not framing anything, smiles are all around us, we just have to pick them one by one and enjoy every second of it.<br /><br />P.S : I don’t know who wrote this post, I lost him somewhere. :-)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2351761871201816038?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-19666708674805696392009-08-18T13:22:00.000-07:002009-08-18T13:44:06.786-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csaurabh%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Traveling always excites me, but the one going back home is best one… where you r never afraid of any thing, you can get what u demands, and ur loved ones are there with u, but these hangouts passes in a blink of eye. There is warm, care and love all around. It seems to be a completely different world away from the same routine, those dusty streets, those racing mortals, and ever moving, fast running life… here life is still, the only urgency is in getting up early every morning and going to bed as soon as dinner is done. This might not be easy for a guy like me but some understanding help ease things. These visits always bring something new to my life. I might not be lying if I say I don’t know “what it is”, whatever it is; it’s always adorable and delightful.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I know I love that beautiful women cooking for me, she will serve, what ever I demand or wished. She waits for me with salted roasted cashews, I liked them d most. The warms of her hugs and kisses, made me sad, thinking I will be again alone in couple of days. I love her so much, that I don’t want to harm her any day or let anyone do so, but I too many times in these small visits, <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csaurabh%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">wrangling </span>over tiny little things, that doesn’t matter to any of two, which I feel some time hurts her, I know I m not a good person, but cant find a way avoid them. Lucky me that these unwanted arguments didn’t happened this time. Moreover, I got a special treat because of Janmashtami, there were a lot of sweets, fruits and dishes. I got Pakoras and Kheer in the evening and variety of Cuisine for dinner, and that too MOM made, which is much more then anything.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Hey I love you… I really do.. You asked me ‘I miss u or not?’… I don’t know exact, but u r d person I care most… ur smile make me laugh even when I m sad… u r d one whom I talk when alone… u taught me how to walk n talk, even now its u that shows d right path… we fought many times, most of them for no reason, even though none of us wanna indulge into such arguments but we did n endless times we repeat… I can’t figure out why it happens, but feels we two wanna talk with each other longer much longer, with or without reasons, crafting such excuses.</p><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">P.S: I didn’t think this blog will end up like this. I am unruffled and delighted. </p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-1966670867480569639?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-89645917788351008742009-08-07T12:45:00.000-07:002009-08-07T12:51:21.961-07:00<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;">Its being a long time, that i had written a blog.. this long while, i had come across many things to write on.. but couldn't find time or decide which one to share first.. Now i would love to break the Jinx.. for those whom i m completely out of touch, i had finished a yr in same company and now i m Assistant Manager, (don't know how they had bear me for so long and still want me to work for them..) more over i got a bike (Black Pulsar)...<br /><br />This long while, recession stuff had been at its peek, i feel IT companies need some relief, i hope GOD is reading it too.. ohh man, i forgot to mention, my project is working, actually i don't know who change the documents that i prepared or how come they work fine but my power plant is going in right direction, (actually its not moving anywhere) whatever u say, hope Delhi and UP will get some more electricity supply by this year end... that's enough of official or company talks...<br /><br />For those who have been inquiring about 'Bandit', she is fine with someone else and i m happy still being single, rightly said ready to mingle.. In past few months i didn't got time to approach any girl, but hope this is adding up for someone special.. actually i think it did.. i got a new girlfriend.. my BIKE.. seriously i m in love with her.. On health front, u all better know, that i had been caught by flu for last few weeks, i hadn't consult any doctor, and as per some forwards (mail) i got, i show good symptoms of SWINE FLUE, watch out... This note can be consider official warning, as i m not going to die of this flu but i don't know about u (Keep distance)...<br /><br />I feel thats enough of catching up.. but in coming days u might witness many of my pending blogs or my faltu Bakwas... don't worry i wont think much while wasting this electronic space...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-8964591778835100874?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-87853676042958959822009-02-05T00:52:00.000-08:002009-02-07T11:33:07.492-08:00<div align="justify">Home my sweet home!!! I m coming... its been a long time.. i m missing my parents.. those mellifluent blessings.. those delicious mom cuisine... I was meeting them after a long time, thanks to 6 day working.. that also make the this one a special visit... Now, it actually remind me of 'Harold and Kumar's movie', realizing me u cant get any thing easily. It was Saturday, Vikas and I had planned to leave early (in afternoon), to catch a train at 2:15 pm.. we left at right time.. Rocking driving of Vikas made sure that we reached Dilshad on time, but to our nightmare, parking was closed for Republic day night, it did come in Newspaper and v didnt bother to read it...<br /><br />Now, we were caught in between, we have a train to catch n got no parking place for night, more over we didnt have two helmets (as required in Delhi but not in Noida).. we tried contacting our friends, finding any one near by, where we can leave our bike safe... we found a couple of friends around but far enough inside Delhi to be caught by Traffic policemen... we thought of going back home (Noida) and then go by BUS, as we know we wont be making it to train now, even if we try parking it in Delhi... After about 15 min of brainstorming we decided to park at a friend's PLACE..<br /><br />As soon, we crossed first lights, we found traffic policemen were issuing Challans.. we some how skiped them safely.. now as said by our friend, we were looking for some 'Gali no. 7 and a RAM LEELA Ground'.. Inquiring more about d house we came to know that person didnt live there and it was some 'SANSTHA' which was being renovated, so was vacant.. we parked Bike there and left for metro station "Welcome"... i had heard about it many time but was boarding metro form there first time.... i still wonder how it was named...<br /><br />We (Vikas and me) were having fun, cracking jokes, as difficult part was over... we were to catch next train.. when we reached 'SABZI MANDI' , we saw a train coming on station... we were happy, thinking our train might had been late... we started running towards it, and soon we saw the last coach of train leaving d platform.. we console each other thinking it might be some other train.. but after reaching station v found that it was our train only... sooner a other train came, this one was Goods train (good by name only, nothing good for us)... and it didn't moved for about 20-25 mins.. we know that we will reach late... we started pushing d train, hoping it will move and finally we were successful... by then station was packed with all waiting for 'Jan Shatabdi'.. it was already half an hour late before it reached..<br /><br />We rushed into d train to find train was already packed.. we were standing in aisle, while those having reserved seats were shifting their luggage n we help them too... we joked with them.. n it felt like there was no problem.. we were smiling, enjoying before a Ticket checker came and announced that there r no seats in train (which ws quite visible) n in this train there is no standing allowed, so de-board it at next station... and all standing passengers were forced to de-board it, before that my friend n I, make fun of TC standing on gate of departing train. Rightly said 'Fortune Favors Brave'... n there was one more train coming behind our's, and heading in same direction... As it was also reserved we had to travel in General couch n it was quite lousy there... but we were lucky to find a better place...<br /><br />We enjoyed music on head phone and all problems seemed to be gone... n it was quite true... there after all things simplified.... we de-board at Rajpura(actually we have ticket till Ambala only, luckily we didnt run into TC again) , also there we didnt even have to wait for bus, we got a taxi going same way... and in no time we were in our home town... PATIALA... while going back home i had to stop at Railway Crossing... and found d train crossing was d one we had planned to come in... i cant believe that we actually reached earlier then we might had reached if there had been no trouble...<br /><br />I know how simply fighting problems with 'Smile and Courage' would surly ripe such delightful memories... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-8785367604295895982?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-33079240872337488932009-01-22T09:09:00.000-08:002009-02-01T20:59:45.930-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It’s been a year in NCR (National Capital Region), and this one had a huge part to play in my life… Years that lead to dramatic changes, learning how to survive in unknown world far away from protecting hands, knowing how friends can become a family, how friends can make difference, how to take maximum of everything, simply ‘how to live life King size’, I don’t know how I learned all that, but I know I did…<br /><br />Lying on my bed, now old memories flashes back, n I couldn’t stop laughing.. The first time, I reached Navjeevan Vihar’s so called ‘Guest House’. I wasn’t much troubled as compared to most of my friends, who were misguided several times by so called localities. But I was welcomed by two shocks straight away, First Bhabhi ji’s father (Now Ex-Bhabhi ji) knew about Rambani, n more over Bhabhi ji would be staying with us (seven guys) on the same flat… then d group of 8 (including Nine-lakh (‘JATT’ only by name) and Bhabhi ji, who never ever were part of it) used to have something or other that if compiled, can at least make one season of FRIENDS. Above all was <span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)">Our Host, <strong>RAM BHADHUR</strong>. I shouldn’t comment on his bravery, but this 4ft 11inch guy was Bhadhur not just by name, as he dare say even to Jitu (another ‘JATT’ this time he actual one), <strong>“BHAIYA, AISA NAHI CHALEGA!!!”</strong></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Soon, one of our friends found his ‘Love at First sight’, <strong>K.K. aka KALI KUDHI</strong>”. I can’t forget that day when I saw her in her shorts, and I can bet, that no one can tell even from 1m distance, that it wasn’t her black Jeans. Such was her beauty, and was named accordingly. Oh!!! How I can forget, those fights for phone (d one having all local calls free), ‘It’s my turn now, u had been using it since morning’. Those days, u can’t find our competitor for fastest SMS typing, even on landline... Top of all, I love those night long talks or rather call them discussions in our dinning room, without know what’s coming on T.V. and I won’t forget Aseems b’day party and our CCD night out, I will relish these moments life long.<br /><br />We cheered for ‘SHAMBHAVI’ (d cutest of all Roadies); we watched Twenty-20 matches in stadium, visited every corner of Delhi (Thanks to <strong>BSES</strong>), made fun of each other, and ate Ramu’s Pranthas. Those six months (Actually not more than 4 months) training at BSES was something special... that training semester trained very little on our subjects but more on how to survive in this cruel world.<br /><br />Soon came July and a surprise early joining. And they (Reliance HR) informed us just two day before the actual date of joining. After a formal welcome to cooperate world with CTC (Campus to Cooperate) training with ‘SPARTANS’ (the least followed culture in our firm), we were send to grilled technically by NPTI for 15 days (a very short time to understand whole of power plant, so we utilized this time for downloading movies n chatting). This followed the best stay provided by Reliance, <strong>‘BASERA’</strong>. Man, they spend money for their Executives. That 10 days stay was like leaving in heaven.<br /><br />Soon these fun days were over and we were to look for our new accommodation, after a stressful workout, we got what we were looking for. I don’t know how the chemistry of six of us matches, how v formed a gang, how v become more then family, and how flat become home, our sweet home. We can have self made <strong>‘Betel Nuts’ n ‘Chota Bada’</strong> all the time. I can’t find more words to write but in simple words ‘We rock, Man!!!’<br /><br />Hey don’t expect me to say that my job is best… but its better then many.. They are paying heavy, boss is cool (little psycho), I got opportunities to learn both technically and managerially and best part of office is <strong>‘Hum Paanch’</strong> (will write on it too). But it’s not easy to come to work 6 days a week and also have fun. But I assure u, that v had made this happen... Thanks to ‘my gang’ and ‘Hum Paanch’, they made it possible.<br /><br />Life, I just wanna u to stay like this!!!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-3307924087233748893?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-51962795619623083422009-01-09T11:03:00.000-08:002009-01-09T11:14:29.150-08:00This was on card… Year 2008 wished to end in some dramatic way... It couldn’t be better farewell to such a special yr, but u can’t get any thing simply dreaming… also someone rightly said ‘If something is desired from core of heart, one surly gets it’ (leaving few exceptions like her)… Sometime it happens, even after giving up, u get what you long awaited, and exactly that happened on 31st, when we thought we were going nowhere and even left the idea of any bash, a message changed our night…<br />I can’t explain how I got to that message (But special thanks to ‘Aseem’), how we communicated it to everyone, how we become a group of 11 from 4 (at time, even touched a peak of 22, all guys), how hectic was traffic (on NH 24), how much cold was that night and even how beautiful were those Delhi’s (I will rather say ‘my Desi gals’) girls, but in short, our destination was CP, where a Disc awaits.<br /><br /> “LIDO Dinners” (or as Daman called it ‘Love In Delhi On New Year Eve’)<br /><br />Standing outside main gate, we were not sure what it has in stores, what will be behind those walls, As none of us, atleast my roommates and I, didn’t have visited a Disc… We could here Music loud and clear, calling us (‘Dance crazy guys’) inside and we can hear our self saying “this was what we were looking for”. Bouncers stamped our hand, n off v go… First, I can’t see anything, as sooner as my eyes adjusted; I could see all my friends smiling wide and I was too…<br />Disco lighting was allover the floor, Music was lovely… Soon we get into act, to fill the empty stage… And I could hear “Punjabis’ in the house, better watch yourself”… and the it didn’t took time for Dance floor to fill.. Everyone was in full Masti… Beats were getting faster, our Dance getting wilder… we can see Drinks floating and everyone sunk with it.. We thought we were d only one not drunk n we were right… <br />Night was in full mood.. Everyone seemed to be known or friend, No matter he/ she is Chinese or American or Indian, all were on the same boat, a ship of fun, excitement and love… I don’t know what time it was when we meet our ‘Four Angels’, I can’t forget those movements… After a few shorts (I cant count but they were much more then few) of ‘Vodka’ they were no more girls.. We were not dancing with them but they were making us dance.. They were sweet, attractive, good dancers and most important of all they were with us.. <br />I don’t know that, we were Dancing with the Tune or against it… but I know, there was no stopping us.. No one can say we weren’t drunk... We were dancing with Bottle on head, standing on table, laying down, sitting on chair and even jumping here and there. Don’t ask it was dance or something else, but we were doing it.. We could feel their touches, their pushes and felt them so close, I can’t express… We all wanna live every movement and exactly, that we did.. We danced for more than 4 hrs continuously. Shouting n wishing when clock’s arm clicked to declare its New Year was just formality; celebrations were on much before that…<br />‘Please don’t Stop me, Please don’t hold me back, let me be as free as I m now, let me stay wild, let me touch extremes’.. But there’s an end to everything… it’s up to us when and how it will be… and finally we sang couple of songs, before we call it a night... <br />This LIDO night, will be by far one of most unforgettable nights we ever had… also adding to it, how can I forget, driving back to Noida on bikes in a cold night around 4 in the morning, was a wonderful experience… I couldn’t have asked more than that… Thank you god!!!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />P.S:</span> Specials thanks to all my friends and those four Angels to make that night worth. It couldn’t have been better then this... Thank you all!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-5196279561962308342?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-53454815230014512312008-12-30T22:42:00.000-08:002009-01-01T03:44:09.567-08:00From 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..<br />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... <br />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... <br />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...<br /><br />P.S Happy New year to all of u…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-5345481523001451231?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-24357726811610481092008-12-23T11:39:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:44:01.910-08:00Its 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”…<br /><br />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… <br /><br />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… <br /><br />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”<br /><br />Thank God!!! My boss is cool…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2435772681161048109?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-85407750379775928092008-12-11T03:02:00.000-08:002008-12-12T13:12:04.088-08:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csaurabh%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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???</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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…”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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???</p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-8540775037977592809?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-68513942986841472652008-11-23T12:05:00.000-08:002008-12-11T02:43:39.075-08:00<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:smarttagtype name="address" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype name="Street" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"></o:smarttagtype><object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"></object><style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style><br /><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p {mso-margin-top-alt:auto; margin-right:0in; mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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^thnight 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.. </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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...</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Soon v landed to that <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">MAHARAJA Place</st1:address></st1:street>.. 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..</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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..</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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.</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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.</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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.</p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: justify">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 …</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-6851394298684147265?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-67911842180550128742008-11-10T04:18:00.000-08:002008-11-10T04:24:35.069-08:00This 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…<br />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??<br />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??<br />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..<br />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’…<br />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…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-6791184218055012874?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-46183651833250800522008-10-16T10:41:00.000-07:002008-10-16T10:46:27.350-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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.. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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 <st1:city><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:City> 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..</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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.. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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.. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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”..<span style=""> </span>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 <st1:city><st1:place>ur</st1:place></st1:City> self.. <span style=""> </span>I hope that some day I will tell her what’s in my heart..</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;">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… </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4618365183325080052?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-25567949332388829332008-09-27T03:55:00.000-07:002008-09-27T04:04:43.694-07:00Yesterday 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..<br />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..<br />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.. <br />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.. <br />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..<br />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… <br />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..<br />I thought ‘Harold and Kumar’ might not be able to match us..<br />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.. <br />I cant forget d look of manager’s face..<br />Thanks Gaurav for such a lovely party.. hope this scheme doesn’t end, even after such a heavy loss (thanks to us..)..<br />All I can say now it was “UNLIMITED”…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2556794933238882933?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-45675298711780525732008-09-16T06:44:00.000-07:002008-09-17T04:26:16.891-07:00<div align="justify">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..<br />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....<br />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...<br />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…<br />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…<br />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...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-4567529871178052573?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-15123125294603619822008-09-02T06:54:00.000-07:002008-09-02T23:26:22.581-07:00<div align="justify">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...<br />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..<br />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'..<br />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…<br />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..<br />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.. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-1512312529460361982?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-25020103457672055512008-08-23T04:03:00.000-07:002008-08-23T04:38:31.903-07:00<p align="justify">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..<br />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...<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2502010345767205551?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-39896259085126266522008-08-11T04:46:00.000-07:002008-08-11T05:49:09.049-07:00<p>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..<br />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..<br />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..<br />V cant imagine how our parents manage these things so easily???<br />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..</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-3989625908512626652?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-15023569998850712332008-08-09T04:10:00.000-07:002008-08-09T04:11:16.557-07:00Few 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..<br />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..???<br />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…<br />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..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-1502356999885071233?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-11450026673249908742008-07-16T09:12:00.000-07:002008-07-16T09:21:18.699-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Csaurabh%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:14;" >Those days were best days of my life… will surely brief up my four years of stay in THAPAR’s hostels. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:14;" >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.. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:14;" >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..<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:14;" >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…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:14;" >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…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-1145002667324990874?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-13175519154506732292008-07-04T12:38:00.000-07:002008-07-04T12:42:00.876-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">This is not about that movie, but it isn’t much different. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">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.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">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.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">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..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">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.. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;">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’<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-1317551915450673229?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-72795227560082007972008-06-26T07:15:00.000-07:002008-06-26T07:23:22.606-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >My last visit to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city> 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 <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city>.. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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.. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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.. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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... <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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..<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-7279522756008200797?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-22302903495848534612008-06-12T06:07:00.000-07:002008-06-12T06:14:14.781-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >My temporary address for last 5 months had been:<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">SUBSTATION FLAT No. 1<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">NAVJIVAN VIHAR,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">Opp. GEETANJALI ENCLAVE,<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;">NEW DELHI</span></b></st1:city></st1:place><b style=""><span style="line-height: 150%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >When this address was messaged by my friend, I thought great Reliance has given us flat (with a room for each) in <st1:place st="on">South Delhi</st1:place>.. Now I can say how wild we can think.. Guest house is at a damn good location (actual place might not b that welcoming)..<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >So how my friends reached there?? Some with help of there relatives (must be permanent resident of <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Delhi</st1:city></st1:place>) 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).<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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 <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Delhi</st1:place></st1:city>’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)...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >Ohh... I forgot to introduce our host <b style="">“RAM BAHADUR”</b> 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 <b style="">‘Bhaiya Aisa Nahi Chalega’. </b>One day I took my breakfast around 11:30 and I told him I would eat lunch around 3 or so, ‘<b style="">Main Bhookha Mar Jaunga ga’</b> he called out. ‘I m not stopping u to eat’, but he said, <b style="">‘Main nahi khauga, jab tak aap sab nahi khaoge’, </b>god knows ‘why?’..<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >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).. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-size:100%;" >Stay in this guest house was indeed some thing to remember. I won’t forgot those night long discussions (especially those involving <st1:place st="on">Daman</st1:place>), EA Sports Cricket matches, Pawan’s early morning money collection, Ramu’s unforgettable AALU cuisine, and every movement we cherished there...<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-2230290349584853461?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-81246558099505814402008-05-29T06:49:00.000-07:002008-05-29T06:53:41.548-07:00<div align="justify">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...<br />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)..<br />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..<br />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..<br /> To be continued…</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-8124655809950581440?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-64996394887712576232008-05-28T00:42:00.000-07:002008-05-28T01:07:11.060-07:00It 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..<br />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..<br />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..<br />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..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-6499639488771257623?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941775644638459291.post-76304518363438024262008-05-22T05:10:00.000-07:002008-05-22T05:13:42.680-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">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..<br />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??<br />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..<br />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..<br />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.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5941775644638459291-7630451836343802426?l=saurabh5300.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SAURABH AGGARWALhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088551304148272412noreply@blogger.com3