MY SECOND DEN... HOSTEL

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

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

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

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

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

KHUDA KAY LIYE...

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

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

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

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

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

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

COFFEE AT CCD…

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

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

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

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

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

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

GUEST HOUSE

My temporary address for last 5 months had been:

SUBSTATION FLAT No. 1

NAVJIVAN VIHAR,

Opp. GEETANJALI ENCLAVE,

NEW DELHI

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHEN IT ALL STARTED…

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

Life in Metro...

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

my first blog..

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