Looking for a new start...

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)...

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...

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)...

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...

Visiting Home...

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...

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..

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...

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..

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...

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...

I know how simply fighting problems with 'Smile and Courage' would surly ripe such delightful memories...

ONE YEAR DOWN D LANE..

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…

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 Our Host, RAM BHADHUR. 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), “BHAIYA, AISA NAHI CHALEGA!!!”

Soon, one of our friends found his ‘Love at First sight’, K.K. aka KALI KUDHI”. 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.

We cheered for ‘SHAMBHAVI’ (d cutest of all Roadies); we watched Twenty-20 matches in stadium, visited every corner of Delhi (Thanks to BSES), 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.

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, ‘BASERA’. Man, they spend money for their Executives. That 10 days stay was like leaving in heaven.

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 ‘Betel Nuts’ n ‘Chota Bada’ all the time. I can’t find more words to write but in simple words ‘We rock, Man!!!’

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 ‘Hum Paanch’ (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.

Life, I just wanna u to stay like this!!!

LAST NIGHTOUT OF '2008'

This 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…
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.

“LIDO Dinners” (or as Daman called it ‘Love In Delhi On New Year Eve’)

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…
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…
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..
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…
‘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...
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!!!

P.S: 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!!!

One Day To Go....

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

P.S Happy New year to all of u…

Meeting with BOSS...

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

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

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

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

Thank God!!! My boss is cool…

ARE U PAKISTANI???

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

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

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

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

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