Life Is 'Nuts'

The Year It was..

2012-01-01T12:46:00.000+05:30

31st December, 2011

Last year the same day.. Why I still remember those days...?? (Can't even think of the correct punctuation mark)

31st December, 2010

Shoorveer Balwaan: What are we doing here? Lets go and party..

Satan: How to? Our first salaries have not yet arrived..:P

Shoorveer Balwan: Say something you two.. Mittal.. What are you upto?

Mittal: Hehehe!! The campus is so large. There must be something going on elsewhere.. Lets just roam about on our Ladybirds..

Shoorveer Balwan: People will find me weird dressed in these clothes. I am ready for a party which ain't happening..:P

Satan: *SIgh*

Mittal: Satan likes it.. Don't worry. ( *Grin* ).

Oasis (The Food Court known for parties)

Satan: Man, now this is what we call MAAHOL..

Mittal: (Awestruck) amazing man.. Lets search for our people.

Everyone found... But in diversified groups.. See, this is what life is all about. Meeting new people and checking our compatibility with them.. Facing new challenges every now and then..

00:00

Happy New Year 2011 and the first thought that came to me decided the whole year's panorama for me. " You are not made for this. Let it go and do what you have always wanted."

This day I met people from varied backgrounds and thoughts. But the way to enjoy and celebrate was the same. (Still trying to connect the thoughts which divides human beings).

And the New year began with some songs and useless chats. Some friends were found and one more thing, none was lost. The friendship with others grew stronger.

Present Day (01/01/2012)

The first thought - Is the world ending this year? Crap.. I know.. But these NEWS channels.Huh..
Hugged my Mummy and Papa and finding that there is nothing better than this feeling is even more blissful.

An year mixed with all kinds of dramas and melodramas of life finally came to an end. No one learns early and from others experiences. Unless you experience things and events yourself, learning is not complete. 2011 taught me this.

Again, adversity and biodiversity, taught me to cope up with different kinds of conditions. I came to know the importance of an hour and that of 60 minutes ( The value of a second is still a mystery).

While the kids (my students) taught me tolerance, I never knew I was learning this virtue. There are things which we realize later and at different points of time, what the time in past has taught us.

Friends getting engaged and married this year again taught a lesson ( No puns intended ).

There are still some questions to be answered ( Wondering whom to trust).

An awesome birthday celebration.

And right now I am enjoying my hobby.. What a finish to you 2011. You were Awesome..:)

I have fastened the seat belts for the roller coaster ride once again which life has already planned for me. Lets see what life has in store..

Welcome 2012..:)

Nuts...:)

You..

2011-12-11T19:21:00.001+05:30

You

Looking at the moon I wonder sometimes,

Whether it is a heavenly body,

or something really divine?

Looking at the stars I wonder sometimes,

Are they really far,

or closer than the closest sight?

Looking at the flowers I wonder sometimes,

Are they really beautiful,

or everything is just about my eyes?

Looking at you, I wonder at times,

Does the world exist,

or it is just an illusion of sight?

Looking at you I came to know,

My value is cypher,

and yours is hard even to decipher.

Looking at you I wonder why,

The leaves rustle and birds fly.

Looking at you 'Now' I no longer wonder why,

My world revolves around you,

And that you are my sky.

There is no need of a moon,

And the world is futile.

You are my breathe,

And you are my beat.

You are all I ever had.

I now no longer wonder that,

You are me...

Dedicated to "You".

Nuts...:)

SAVE IITs..

2011-10-16T00:06:00.000+05:30

IIT-JEE has been renowned as one of the most prestigious entrance examination not only in the history of our great country, but also throughout the world. The IITs have consistently kept their standard high by staying apart from the other institutes and setting their own entrance examinations. Over the years, this has ensured that the quality of students entering the campus have been the best and the students passing out have shown impact not only in India but all over the world. Unfortunately, this may no longer be the same if the ideas proposed by the HRD minister, Mr. Kabil Sibal, are enforced. Instead of uplifting the level of our esteemed Universities, it may even go on to degrade them!

According to recent news the Minister of HRD has put forth a proposal which proposes a Common Entrance Test to seek admission in any Engineering College in the country which will consist of questions on Physics, Chemistry, Mathematics and an Aptitude Test. Moreover, this Aptitude Test will comprise of questions from all fields which the students study throughout their curriculum like History, Geography, General Knowledge etc.This added entity of Aptitude test will put more burden on the students as now they will have to study 4 subjects compared to the previous three.

Apart from this, there is another glitch in the proposal. The HRD Minister has proposed that the marks scored by the students in their respective board examinations will also get due consideration while deciding the merit list of the test and that final admission to the colleges would be given by calculating an aggregate of the marks scored in the Common Entrance Test and the Boards.

The Government says that they will make the curriculum same throughout the country and that a Percentile system will be adopted to give equal opportunities to all students irrespective of the boards they belong to. But how could this be justified in a country where roughly 50 lakh students appear for Board examinations every year? Bringing about the same curriculum in our country, where we have 22 official languages being spoken in different parts, would hamper the regional diversity.

While the idea of using results from the board examination is somewhat acceptable, it will take some time before the examination can match the standard of IITs. For one, the success in board examination in the current format relies more on mugging up of the concepts rather than on the practical applications of it -- which is what is tested by the JEE. Moreover, the papers are corrected by a diverse set of teachers which results in a great disparity in the marks achieved by students.

What will you do to check that, Minister of HRD? The center of board examination come in every nook and corner of the country. Once people are aware of the fact that IITs will give consideration to board marks, I tell you, everyone in the country would get the maximum possible marks. We can't deny the fact that there are places in the country where students could even open the books to write in the answer sheet and pass the examination.

The changes that took place in the pattern in the year 2006 were somewhat reasonable and profound (Inclusion of reading comprehensions and Matrix Match type questions). But this time, the HRD has decided to take our IITs to a level which would never be uplifted by any reforms.

Over the years IITs have created world class educational platforms. The faculty and alumni of IITs continues to make huge impact in all sectors of society, both in India and abroad. These are the people who passed one of the world's toughest tests to get admission to the IIT. The impact of IITians could be seen in each and every part of the world and society as a whole.

While addressing a discussion organized by the CII and Business Council on 14th Oct 2011 in Washington DC, the HRD minister said that that the country needs another 1000 Universities and 50,000 colleges in next 10 years. He also said that the US Universities should open their centers in India for R & D works.

Obviously once the level of our IITs will fall, these foreign universities would attract talent from the country. This will directly make the foreign universities prosper due to their talent pool which will comprise of the best brains in the country.

We can't let this happen to our country. we can't let this happen to the IITs. They were, they are and they will produce the best Engineers, not only in the country, but in the whole world. This pattern change would only bring about a transformation which would never prove to be fruitful to the nation. The test for these prestigious institutions holds the key for being the Numero Uno. Once the level falls, IITs fall.

Bill Gates once said," If there is one thing that IIT has done -- it is the merit based approach and I won't temper it."

So why temper an exam which is known for its 45 years old nature of remaining the same and still giving entry to those which are the best brains not only in the country but in the whole world.

May the HRD minister Gets Well Soon...

Save IITs.. Save the Nation.

Nuts..:)

I am Anna..:)

2011-08-30T00:43:00.000+05:30

Its been days since I wrote last. The events that were taking place, the consequences that were then followed and the same busy life moving ahead at a pace from which even light can't win, were some of the contributing factors to the delay in postings.

I am being looked upon by some as a traitor to the nation. "Once you have some kind of a skill and you don't use it for the sake of mankind and nation, then what is its use? You are an unpatriotic person and you run away at a time when the country needs you the most."

While I was asking questions to myself and solving my student's doubts, the country ran at a very fast pace. I was wondering whether my writing could bring about a change in people's thinking and that what will happen even if I write 10-12 lines about the country's ongoing polity.

Well after a prolonged thought process, I have something to say finally. I finally have something to write and you can't call me a traitor anymore.

Much has been talked about the Jan Lokpal and I don't think there is a need to discuss about the bill. Corruption, we all know is one of the major causes of all the evil. The JLP couldn't be brought due to the reason called Corruption. And now that there is an uprising, the government is trying to put up its own Lokpal Bill which couldn't abolish even 5% of the corruption.

Thanks to Anna and his team for all the pains they took for us and the nation as a whole. The country is in need of more Annas, Kejriwals and Bedis. I salute their spirit and their passion for the nation. They really are true patriots. This August was full of Kranti.

Kranti took place 3 months back too, the kranti which my Mother began in our society. It was all due to a large container of waste which the Nagar Nigam placed adjacent to our home at the time of Diwali last year. On complaining that time, we were given false sympathies and dates which we came to know when we returned to Kota in June this year. Since the day we returned, my mother used to make a call to the authorities daily and request them to please clean up the place. They came sometimes and sometimes they didn't. The smell of the waste was unbearable and we were forced to keep all the doors and windows of our house shut. But still my mother had the same routine of making a call and requesting. I noticed that after about a month, the sweeper would himself some and clean up the mess on the road but that container was still there which half blocked the road and half choked our throats and nose. She used to go and ask the colony people to co-operate. But people used to turn a deaf ear as always. After 4-5 such requests to the colony people, my mother took charge of the situation all alone and went to the Mayor's office. She went there thrice but even the Mayor of our city couldn't do much but passed a message to someone else.

On watching all this happening everyday, I told her several times that nothing's gonna happen. We gave the matter in media and print but it just brought the Nagar Nigam people to our house to tell us that they had some upper pressure and even they couldn't do anything. They asked us to please don't let things get worse by involving media. But my mother threw them out and gave them an open challenge that within a week, the container will be removed and that too without any upper pressure.

She directly met the Home Minister of our state in his open meetings and told him about the problem with photographs and newspaper cuttings. He quickly sent a call to the Mayor and other authorities to clean up the mess asap and himself came and checked whether things were done properly or not.

We were the happiest people on this earth at that time when we saw the container being taken away in front of our eyes. My mother had some tears in her eyes and we knew how she had fought for it. Those were tears of happiness and victory. She made the Nigam look small in front of her efforts. I hugged her and touched her feet. A great lesson was learned and here it is shared.

Its not about greatness or anything else. Its about the right that we have in a democracy. Govt. of the people, by the people and for the people is still applicable only if we know how to apply it. Things change only if we bring about the change. Don't let things just go as they are. Take a pledge, make a beginning and see what happens. For me Anna came late and my Mommy came first. But still its Anna for the whole nation.

And as I say, India is the world's largest democracy, so what is there without you and me? No government, nothing.. So today lets take a pledge to fight against all odds we face in life at any level. Lets finish this Corruption thing once and for all and unite in this battle of freedom once again.
Check who you are. There is an Anna inside me, inside you and (I am not kidding) everyone one of you.
Lets all unite and say, "I AM ANNA."
Jai Hind....:)

Nuts..:)

Bleeding Blue!!

2011-04-03T20:13:00.000+05:30

I know I am really very late in posting on this very own space of mine and I hope some people around this space missed me (Am I expecting a lot?).

Life had its ups and downs during this time and here I am back with a post. Though its not a post, but for sure you will love reading it. It is dedicated to all Indians and the God (Sachin). Its victory for us and lets celebrate this time. Party hard people and for those who are asking for it, come to me, I am willing to throw any number of parties on this occasion. I can no proudly say," I was alive when God reigned and India won the World Cup.

Here is the little verse I have made:

Bleeding Blue!!

I am wounded, I am bruised,
Still I have no injuries,
But I have to undergo multiple surgeries.
Can someone please pass that bottle of glue,

Coz somehow I am Bleeding BLUE.

I had to put my car on mortgage,

I am all covered up with tricolored bandage,

Can someone please pass that bottle of glue,

Coz somehow I am Bleeding Blue.

I had an image of that cup,

But we always were the pups,

The God was asking for something tremendous,

Delivering every time it came to his shoulders.

It all began with Bangla's demolition,

Whom we taught what is our ambition.

Then came England's turn,

Which we couldn't return.

We lost one to the Africans,

And it made us the Hungrier Champions.

There were some amateurs after that,

Who said,"We will bowl, you bat."

Then came the match with an adrenaline pump,

And again, we made them run away taking Kangarooish Jumps.

And finally the pre-final came,

And I knew, whatever happens,

This game will bring all the fame.

And we made them hide in their bunkers,

Still having dreams of the balls hit for sixers.

Then came the day we were waiting for,

We had what we call our dream, His dream,

He was asking for nothing more,

And finally they made everyone scream.

I could sense that child in His smile,

I could see that tear in His glittering eyes,

I could feel the shiver in His body.

I could hear that loud cheer in His trembling voice's melody.

I cried, cried and cried,

Don't worry, I had, on my face, a huge smile.

We are ready to take anything on,

Whether it be a dry pitch,

Or there is presence of some dew.

Can someone now please pass that Bottle of Glue,

Coz I haven't stopped BLEEDING BLUE...:)

Dedicated to God and all the Indians..

Thank you everyone for reading. I hope it reaches the God sometime in my lifetime. I am optimistic. What!! Are you still reading? Go and celebrate people. Its Dussehra time..:)

Nuts...:)

The Grand Theft..

2010-12-03T23:03:00.000+05:30

Being away from the blog hurts, really. I won't say that I was busy or I was doing some extraordinary work, but I would rather say that I was having some Mood Swings. I opened the blog and started scribbling and at the next moment I closed it down.

Unless the brain sits quiet, I can't vomit out my feelings completely. Exams, interviews and then selection, brings joy and a different feeling each time. Now that I am at peace (obviously I am alive) electricity is playing games with me. I will soon be publishing a guest Delhi Belly post by Pratik Gupta. Keep your fingers crossed for that as its gonna be an amazing journey from the day to the night and the place where it ends is just..

Life can't suck all the time. Its back and I am on a roll. Things can't go all the way turning towards us each time and when they turn is it the end? Another unanswered question...

Thinking on over a million things at a time hampers each and everything about which one is thinking. Choosing a single path out of the various ones laid in front is a very difficult job. I wonder what effects will these decisions cause?

What was once aspired is now conspired and I am leaving for Mysore finally. I don't know when will I be able to blog again, but I will keep updating you people with the happenings there.

There are things coming to my heartfelt brain as the date is coming nearer. I feel like a theft is being performed very religiously and happily.

The theft of stealing fragrance from a flower,
The theft of stealing a son from his parents,
The theft of stealing a friend from his mates,
The theft of stealing a lover from his sweetheart.

Isn't this a kind of theft? The happening parties and grand adios are to celebrate the above thefts. Isn't this a kind of contradiction? But this is what life is all about. Life is Nuts...:)

Life is a grand theft and at some or the other point in life everyone of us is a thief, stealing what not ought to be stolen in any case. But what if our life itself is a Grand theft....:)

Nuts...:)

P.S. I need your wishes as I am going to play the third role (Electrical Engg, Teacher, Systems Engg) in my professional life.

What Have You Lost??

2010-09-27T00:16:00.000+05:30

Time is running so fast that I can't even think of getting out time for all the 'important' things I thought I will do in my pseudo holidays. The seasons are changing so fast that even God is wondering what is wrong out here. Floods in the capital and the Common wealth games controversy is all one can watch on the idiot box.

Please stop ruining our country's reputation. Its enough already. Let the games finish peacefully and then I will let you know your(members of the organizing committee) personal hygiene levels...:P

Teaching is a really wonderful experience and is a part of my wish list. It feels great when you can share your experiences and knowledge with novices and make them learn new concepts by unusual styles. The place where I used to sit and stare at the teacher, is now not mine. The roles have been interchanged. It feels great to hear Sir Nipun Mittal.

Interacting and traveling with people from all backgrounds is fun. At times it teaches a lot. I have already written about the Puking Love incident. The experiences vary day by day.I usually travel by Tempos and Buses wherever I have to go and so I avoid moving around in the city for petty issues because it is really a tedious job. But when you gotta go, you gotta go. For one thing the tempos and buses have fascinated me and that's because I see new people every time I travel. And yes, GIRLS. I am so lucky that they travel by the public modes...:)

2 days back, while I was sitting and murmuring a song inside a tempo, I heard a voice which said,

"Bhaiya haath dena jara."
(Lend me your help brother)

Without any hesitation, my hand was holding this crippled person's hand and pulling him up in the tempo. He sat down and returned the favor by the widest smile I have ever come across. I really felt great but at the same time I felt the pain of that person. With that smile he told me, "Dude you are lucky. Wish I could be like everyone. But I am sure, I won't let you down if you ask me for help anytime." Even though one of his legs were missing, he was having a complete form of the most valuable possession in the world, that is the Heart, which most of us have lost nowadays. What have you lost? What have I lost?

It was time for today's brunch and I was idling around all over our house with the fevi-stick glue stick in my hand (It acts as my mic while I am singing EMINEM or LP's songs). According to the Hindu calender, Shraads are going on and we do not buy new things or start a new work during this time. Everything is postponed to a date which is after this period is over. This is the time when we remember our ancestors and pray for their peace. I haven't talked about our landlords (Uncle - 76 years and Aunty - 60 years) ever in my blogs. They are just amazing personalities. They treat me like their grandson all the time and I am so lucky to have them around. Actually they have 2 sons, one died 3 years back and one is in USA. So it was today that they arranged prayers for their beloved son. I was sitting and reading today's newspaper and Aunty came to me asking me to get up at once. She then got hold of my hand and took me to the kitchen and served a plate for me without uttering a single word. When I asked why was she doing this, she started crying and said, " You are also my son." I couldn't react to the situation and came back holding the plate, thinking about the pain that they were going through. She came and asked again and again for more and I couldn't even say NO. Her eyes filled with water and her voice filled with the a lot of vibrations. I was their son that time.

We gain a lot and we lose a lot more in this very small life.
But what if we lose the spirit of living? What if we lose the reason to live?
There are many who have lost the above two characters. There are many who are unaware why they are here. There are many who are living just because life doesn't quit.

Are we people one of them.
What have we lost? What have you lost? What have I lost?
Ask yourself and go make your life better. If not yours then make someone else's life better. Be happy and just think again,

WHAT HAVE YOU LOST???

Nuts...

P.S. Joy of giving fest is on and so please, make contributions in any form. The world needs you. Heel it your way. Ideas can be shared here....:)

Only If You Have Time..

2010-09-15T23:45:00.000+05:30

Chanz tagged me long back and I am really sorry that I am taking it so late. I know you won't mind Chanz as you are such a sweetheart.

The work that you are about to witness is all out of shear boredom. Read it at your own risk.

10 How's:

1. How did you get one of your scars? – I was jumping from one cooler to the other at my Nanny's place and my leg slipped which made me fall at a cooler's corner. It looks like that Harry Potter scar.

2. How did you celebrate your last birthday? - Celebrated it twice. In Delhi before 15 days (surprise) and after 15 days in Ajmer. It was the best day of my life really.

3. How are you feeling at this moment? - Confused.

4. How did your night go last night? Saw Inglorious Bastards till 2 A.M. What do you expect now?

5. How did you do in high school? - With most of the chief responsibilities on my shoulders, I was the best student the school could ever had.

6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? - It's a Tee won by me in Mood Indigo 2007 at IIT Bombay after dancing with hands and legs tied to another partner (Beedi and Sajna Ji wari.. Ha! Awesome time..:)

7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? - Not much. But I meet them mostly when I go to Kota.

8. How much money did you spend last month? - Didn't calculate, but I am sure that its much higher then the previous months.

9. How old do you want to be when you get married?- Don't Know. Everything is not upto me you see.

10. How old will you be at your next birthday? - 23

Nine what’s:

1. Your mothers name? Mummy..

2. What did you do last weekend? Crap..

3. What is the most important part of your life? Everything.

4. What would you rather be doing? I would rather be watching a movie or listening to some of the world's greatest songs.

5. What did you last cry over? Don't ask me. Boys don't (usually) cry.

6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Silence and the place where I love to go alone.

7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Frequency match..

8. What are you worried about? I don't know. But there is something.

9. What did you have for breakfast? Nothing.

Eight you’s:

1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? Yeah!! It has happened countless times.

2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes

3. Have you ever been out of the country? No (If Andamans is considered a foreign destination then Yes..:)

4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Me and dumb. Are u kidding..:P

5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Yes

6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? NO!! Wish....

7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Yes..!!

8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? May be 6-7.

Seven who’s:

1. Who was the last person you saw? As in? Dating or what?

2. Who was the last person you texted? A member of AIESEC.

3. Who was the last person you hung out with? I had a Duo with me which always rocks.

4. Who was the last person to call you? Her.

5. Who did you last hug? My father. It was his birthday 2 days back.

6. Who is the last person who texted you?The same as above.

7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? You think I am telling that to you...

Six where’s:

1. Where does your best friend(s) live? - Kota and Ajmer.

2. Where did you last go? AIESEC meeting.

3. Where did you last hang out? Nareli, Temple.

4. Where do you go to school? Kota

5. Where is your favorite place to be? I am sitting there right now.

6. Where did you sleep last night? Bathroom. WTF!! Obviously on my bed.

Five do’s:

1. Do you think anyone likes you? Do you want me to believe that nobody does. Yes, there are many.

2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Yeah

3. Do you know the muffin man? No. How does it matter?

4. Does the future scare you? Yeah..Sometimes…

5. Do your parents know about your blog? Yeah…they know that I write but I refrain from sharing the url...

Four why’s:

1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Because it is the best I could do with the best person I have met in my best years.

2. Why did you get into Blogging? Someone told me to. Thank You. (Don't know what my readers would say to this)

3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? Don't know. Lemme ask. Papa.....

4. Why are you doing this survey? I am getting bored. Really bored.

Three if’s:

1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Power to control the happenings of the world. Power to be what I want me to be.

2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? I'd rather not disturb anything that happened in the past. Its only because of what happened that I am what I am.

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? Well, some pills that would help me survive so that I could get the hell out of there. Cast Away....:)

Two would-you-ever’s:

1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? Never. Lemme ask, who would??

2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yes, off course.

One last question:

1. Are you happy with your life right now? No.

I am tagging Suppy Di, Pratik Bhaiya, Madhu, Shivani, Rohini, Bindu, Deepa, RJ Saavi and everyone who would like to take up the tag.

Phewwwwwww. It really took a toll of me. I don't know what will you people face. Till then Ciao..!

Nuts...:)

P.S. Its my Brother's birthday. Happy birthday bhaiya!! You mean more than anybody else to me in this world...:)

Funny Isn't it??

2010-08-31T19:58:00.000+05:30

Finally I am back to the world of blogging after a long break. I am very sorry for not reading and commenting on all your lovely blogs and write ups. This won't be carried forward, I promise.

My fingers yearned to write while my brain gave a big red signal to think or write anything useful. I was drenched with work the whole last month. The month was full of excitement and new hopes.

Before proceeding any further, I would take pride in telling my blog buddies that I am a Certified Electrical Engineer (B.Tech Hons.) now. All my hard work of studying a day before exam, completing the assignments on the day of submission, making and writing stories in question paper and fooling around the teachers has finally paid off. So for any problems related to your electrical equipments, you have a licensed person to contact now (at your own risk). Payments can be made by cash or DD in favor of Er. Nipun Mittal (other details will be provided on request as RAW has warned me about some groups having an eye on my account).

I joined Shree Cement Ltd, Beawar,

And generated some power.

But alas! The plant was shut down,

Coz it was my destiny's plan..:)

Shitttt.. These days I go poetic here n there, me and my rhymes.:P

Neither the plant was shut down, nor I generated any power. I joined the company to gain first hand experience in the core sector, and mind my words, ITS TOTALLY COOL. The parts of a plant which I used to make as simple small rectangular boxes in the examination copies, appeared to be quite huge in reality.

Er. Nuts: Where is the boiler sir?

Senior: Here see this.

Er. Nuts: No sir, not this The one rectangular box which I used to make in copy.

Senior: Can you see this 5 storeyed structure?

Er. Nuts: Yes Sir.

Senior: This is the rectangular box you are talking about man. Grow up.

This forms a very small part of the story. There are "endless" foolish stories like this (winking) and if you can tolerate them then its up to you (your wish is my command).

While my induction was going on, I was put on with the people preparing for the Independence Day function. I was given the role of Mughal Dancer and later on a youth dancer. I played all the roles during our practice sessions (Peasant, Viceroy, King, Bhagat Singh and balh blah...) as our group of 52 was never available at a time. I became quite famous in a short while as Plant ka Bhand (Dancer) with my super ultimate moon walk. Some feelings are generated only when one becomes a part of that story or has undergone or studied the same. One such feeling is Patriotism and I could feel that with full passion on that very day.

I left the company 10 days after the function. I learned very little but I made relations with some very nice and humble people. I thank all of them to be so supportive and respondent to my foolish questions. Thank you all my Shree Power Mates. May you reach the epitomes of success. Will miss you guys..

I used to get up at 6 in the morning and returned back from work at 8 in the night. It was quite hectic as I had to travel about 120 Kms daily. But it feels so cool inside a boiler. Trust me on that..:)

During this time, my parents were planing for an overseas trip to Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Bangkok etc. I was the one who searched for different packages daily and inquire about them from different sources. Finally we took one and just when I was about to make payments, my father's holidays got canceled and so the trip also went through the same destiny. It really is painful when you are ready with your bag packed and just in time you come to hear such things. The same happened to our Kerala trip again and again and again. We used to pack and unpack our bags in quick successions. My mother was highly disappointed but then this is what life is. Finally we decided no to go and postpone the trip for some time. (Just imagine the beaches, the chiks and me...:P)

Isn't it funny, how life travels?

Isn't it funny, how decisions are made?

Isn't it funny, how conditions affect your decisions?

Isn't it funny, how life plays games?

Isn't it funny, how everything becomes so normal again?

So here I am sitting at my desktop and writing another entry. This is what was destined and this is what has actually happened. Keep no complains from life, you never know where it turns. And yes, suggest me some work. I have to join Infosys on 20th December and so I have loads of time. The brightest and best suggestions would be awarded.

Nuts...:)

Delhi Belly Returns...

2010-07-23T00:13:00.000+05:30

Writing about the capital and the people here gives a lot of satisfaction to me. I just cant stop myself observing the crowd and the mango public of Delhi. They are just awesome in all senses. The capital is changing every second. The growth is just astonishing in certain aspects though the Yamuna river is getting dirtier day by day which is not even recognizable nowadays. Nevertheless the feel of the capital itself is so roaring that one forgets everything and comes into a different mood altogether.

While last time I was a drunken survivor, this time I was a sane survivor. It was my sense that got me into trouble. So sometimes it is better to be lost and remember things just when they are ought to be remembered. This time my Delhi journey begins in a Metro and then this follows:

For going to my Bro's office, I was told to get into a Metro from Anand Vihar so that I get a seat till Janakpuri. But I rather decided to go from Karkarduma because I was allowed to ride Zing till there but not till Anand Vihar (Chhota baccha or small kid thing you see). Its really hard to decide which way to go in a Metro station. Escalators moving up and down. people rushing here n there, long lines at ticket counters, security checks etc.etc. Last time the metros were not so crowded as this time. I got a token till Janakpuri and got in the right metro after confirming from 2 wanderers (It really is a tough job but Delhi's crowd makes it so easy). As expected the Metro was full and while I was thinking to get in through the gates, the huge crowd around me took me inside the metro. I was surrounded with 7 people (while nature permits only 4) pushing their elbows and bags each time a new station came and some 5-7 people got in. One of the men told me that the Metro will get emptied by Rajiv Chawk and that a place to sit would then be available. I was eagerly waiting for Rajiv Chawk in that grueling crowd but the crowd never reduced. The change that took place was that the men around me were replaced by some girls. I felt much better between them.

The prophecy of that man failed and I had to stand for another 30 or so minutes. I was very afraid of my wallet getting robbed or the Metro token getting lost. So I started checking my pockets for the two things. The right hand always goes (by nature), not towards the front packet, but towards the back pocket for the wallet. I searched the pocket and found nothing which left me shocked. Thousands of thoughts came rushing to my mind. Did the purse fell somewhere inside the Metro, did I left it at the ticket window, has someone stolen it? But just when I was on thought 1000, a girl behind me patted on my shoulder.She was dressed up in a yellow top and a blue jeans which was folded to knee length. Her specs made her look much older than she was. Her pointing nose reminded me of Pinnocio and so she's named Pinni in this converstaion---

Pinni: Mind your hand man! What the hell do you think you are doing?
(My hand was stuck in her front pocket)

Me: (Pulling the hand out) Errr. I didn't had the slightest idea that this was going to happen. I am very sorry. (WTF I just did. God please be kind..)

Pinni: I know you guys very well. You just look for excuses and reasons.

Me: I am not lying. (Shivering voice). That was by mistake. I swear to God.

Pinni: (More terrible looks) Why involve God. He's already gone from earth. Let the Metro stop.

Me: (pleading eyes) Please mam. I am new to the place. I was checking for my wallet and the metro token. I didn't had any bad intentions. I was just afraid of losing them and so started checking for them.

Pinni: You didn't knew that someone else is standing behind you? Are you kidding me? (Furious)

Me: Believe me please. I am innocent. (I couldn't do any better than this).

Pinni: I will take you to the security at the next station.

Me: (At the verge of crying) Check my purse. Check my ID. That was not intentional.

Pinni: You want me to get the Metro public over you? I can do it in a second. Just walk out at the next station.

Me: (Afraid of my future condition) Okay. As you say. I did a big mistake.

(At the next station)

Pinni: You want me to get to the security?

Me: As you like it. (Shakespeare never dies, even in a situation like this)

Pinni: Go and be cautious. I forgive you. You look innocent.

Me: (sadly again) As you say mam..

Pinni: I said you are free to go. Just be prepared for anything in Delhi. You will not find people like me everywhere. I don't know what my friends would have done to you. BTW where were you going?

Me: (Smiling) Thank you so much. Janakpuri west. I owe you one.

Pinni: Its alright. Take the next metro without buying any ticket and put the token and wallet in your front pocket. Bye (smiles)

Me: Thanks a ton mam. I am sorry again. This won't happen again. (Lesson learned)

Now you see the capital and its people. This is what fascinates me. This is what drags me. Pinni didn't created any scene. But if she wanted then she could have beaten me up by about 100s of people. This one is for you Pinni. Hope she reads it someday.

I dont know when i will be back here. It might take a long time for me to be here again but I will keep replying and commenting on your posts and comments. I am starting the new phase of my life. I just have a single day left for fun. I need your blessings and prayers.

Nuts....:)

P.S.

Just a day left for fun,

But what I see is a new rising sun.

Some new hopes to fulfill,

And some empty pots to fill.

I see the rays upon me,

Giving me strength to watch and see,

Whats's wrong or right,

And provide me with all the might.

3 n me (Chocolaty Tag)

2010-07-06T10:03:00.000+05:30

Doing tags is fun and here I am doing another tag by Choco. The tag goes like this...

My 3 famous names~

Nuts (Given by me)

Mittal (Given by my Father)

Battery (Friends)

3 thing that scares me~

Loosing my loved ones

Being alone (Solitude kills)

Accidents (It hurts)

3 thing which makes me smile~

Being with the Family

Carefree kids

Listening to my favorite Music

3 things I love~

Writing

Friends

Freedom

3 things I hate~

Hypocrisy

Late comers

Dependency

3 things I dont understand~

Emotions (Dunno where they come from)

Lies (Why the hell)

Hypocrites (Stop acting mate)

3 things I am doing right now~

Listening to LP (Musical God)

Facebooking

Scratching my head (Thinking, not itching)

3 thing I can't do~

Lie (How to?)

Control my emotions (Enough)

Love incompletely (Is this possible?)

3 things I think you should listen to~

Linkin Park

Lucky Ali

(Though I am the best singer)

Your Heart

3 things I watched as kid~

Duck Tales (Must watch)

Baywatch (What to say on this?)

Sindabad (Remember Shamsheer-e-Sulaimani)

3 things I want in relationship~

Love

Luv

More Love

(This is the essence for a relationship)

3 things that appeal to me from opposite sex~

Eyes (The deepness)

Purity (The piousness)

Innocence (Deepness+piousness)

3 favourite fictious characters~

Harry Potter (M a big fan)

Albus Dumbledore (Wish all principles were like him)

Severus Snape (Amazing character)

3 of my hobbies~

Writing (You know very well)

Reading (Check out the books list)

Talking (Talk to me n you will come to know)

3 drinks I drink regularly~

Water (Still scarce)

Tea (Bed time)

Coffee (Anytime)

3 things I like about myself~

Eloquence (Get convinced or leave..:P)

Humor (Never a dull moment)

Straight forward (Well..)

3 things I hate about myself~

Trust everyone (Its very easy you see)

Talkative nature (Sometimes I may blabber)

Non-Demanding

3 things I'm wearing right now~

Spectacles

Capri (3/4th)

Yawn.

2 truths and a lie (orderly)~

Have to go a long way in whatever field I chose.

I just write my feelings!

I eat air..

Blog buddies I wanna tag~

Chanz

Insignia

Madhu

Supriya Di

Deepa

Sana

Shivani

Sakhii

Tara

Rohini

Prateek Bhaiya

Thank You Choco for such a wonderful tag. Had fun doing it..:)

Nuts...:)

The New Rain..

2010-06-26T11:56:00.001+05:30

While the Black clouds swirl,

My heart suddenly twirls.

The rain comes down pouring,

Bringing out all my heart's feeling.

But this time its a new rain,

Sinking my heart with an unknown pain..

The idea of writing this post struck to me yesterday when Ajmer received its first monsoon rains (Though the whole of the city wasn't wet, but I could get some glimpse). Sandstorms and breezes are a daily affair here. In-fact one can see sand suspended in the atmosphere for days here in Ajmer. It was yet another day of my boredom. I had to go and meet my bestest buddy as he brought milk cake for me. Actually he also got placed and now we will be working together at the same place. This obviously gave me another reason to smile.

The weather was getting thunderous and sandstorm started blowing with an extreme speed. I was getting a feel of the cold breeze when suddenly rains came pouring down.

While my heart signaled a green for a rain dance, my gray cells ordered me to run and save my cell phone and I-pod from getting wet. And so I ran under cover for saving my gadgets and quickly checked whether they were working or not. The rainy emotions were gone in less than 60 seconds.

There was a time when, without any thoughts, I just opened my clothes and ran to enjoy a rainy bath. I know most would agree to this fact that the time has changed. The way we used to enjoy things has changed. It has become more of a technical affair. The fear of getting our gizmos malfunctioning has put a big question mark on the type of entertainment we chose. We now enjoy with our gadgets and the very lovely virtual world called the internet. Has our entertainment also become virtual? Have we lost the human nature that wanted to fly up in the sky like the birds and get wet in the rain without any worries?

I don't know the answer, but may be you people can help me find the answer. Introspect yourself. The feel that this years rains brought something very new. My heart ached when I pondered upon my actions taken that time. To hell with such technology which prohibits human emotions to emerge. The rain songs stored in my I-pod are a waste if I couldn't feel their true meaning.

And the new rain continues to pour,
While my heart sinks in another bore.....

Nuts...

Dove Of Love

2010-06-12T11:21:00.000+05:30

Here I am back again after a very long time. I am really very sorry for not reading and commenting on your blog posts. But now that I am back, you will find me everywhere...:)

It really feels amazing when you finish your college. The same heavy brain, saturated with engineering knowledge (transformers stepping up and down the voltage, motors running on load and no-load, short medium and long transmission lines, faults, circuits and diodes everywhere and blah blah blah), is now free and will be roaming around the world for the next 45 days after which my skills will be used by some big firm you see.

Its a new life altogether and though I go nostalgic thinking about the best time of my life, I have to begin a new chapter each day. Here is something new from my side once again. I know I am new to this poetry writing thing, but I am trying hard to write and think in every direction possible. So here I go:

Dove Of Love

Taking myself apart,

Has brought the change,

And on becoming smart,

I found myself strange.

I was not like that,

But you made me so,

Taking all I ever had,

You fuckin tried to go.

Whatever you did was in reality,

The acts of showing our odd parity.

All the shit you brought,

Now makes me think of droughts.

And you fucking know the consequences,

Of all that you did,

I was hurt and still not in my senses,

But for you its a bid.

I hate and repel such hypocrites,

That encircles me and tells me,"I am the best."

Which really is the worst.

But what the Fuck!

It's just hard luck.

Getting such blows is a daily game,

And I know you always get a lot of fame.

So what is that you want from me now?

My wings have been clipped,

But still I am in peace,

With the same color.

I fly in every direction,

Still giving everyone the same affection.

I have nothing left but Love,

Coz I am God's Dove,

The Dove of Love..!!

P.S. I have changed the blog template after a long time and I think she'll like it. What about you people?
Please do tell me about the template. Suggestions are invited from everyone. And I have submitted my Delhi Belly Series to a newspaper. It might get published in some days. A blog party if it gets published for sure..

Nuts...:)

I Miss You!!

2010-05-26T01:02:00.001+05:30

I know its been a very long time since I have written something on my space, but then sometimes time and the conditions doesn't permit you with the opportunity to do things which you long for. I have so many thoughts to share and so many incidents to tell but then you see, Conditions Applied*..

Recently one of my articles didn't got selected in an International Competition. Though I got past the many Indian authors and mates, but couldn't compete at the International front. I gave it my days and nights, worked for 25 hours a day but what I got was just a lesson and obviously an experience.

It would have been much better if I had not even qualified in the Indian round. I don't know the game which God is playing with me. Whenever I am about to reach the heights, he makes me stumble just before the pinnacle. Everyone says to be calm and look for the flip side (the same Half empty and Half full shit), but their are times when you just can't always think straight. All these thoughts look and sound bookish and although I have read a lot of philosophy, I myself can't deny the fact of thinking in the opposite sense still. I got through some things, while I didn't got selected in some. I can't even distinguish between the feelings. The latter overcomes all other feelings everytime. An old dilemma still eating me and WTF, Boys don't cry..:)

But I am sure to fight back. I will soon fight this feeling which I am going through. Its more about toughness. I don't feel like talking or writing this time and I know I am writing crap but this is really giving me a lot of strength. Sorry guys for such a post but I thought that may be publishing crap may also get an applause because most of the times its crap which works (The experience which I gained you see).

I was missing this space so much that I just couldn't help my fingers at this very hour to type. I know I don't want to write but these fingers are working like machines. No grammar checks, no spelling checks, just some crap. But I really miss you people a lot and I couldn't even come and comment on your blogs due to exams and other reasons. Whatever time I got was not enough for reading all your posts, though I did comment on a few which were there at the top always.

I really am missing a lot of people this time. I want to talk and share and laugh just like the times before. This has already made me much calm right now and I will return soon. Miss u guys a lot. Sorry again for all this crap.

Nuts...

My Mother...

2010-05-09T09:52:00.000+05:30

MOTHER. Who can define the unending power of this human being sent to earth by God as our Guardian Angel? So its Mother's Day and I want to dedicate this post to my Lovely Mother. Here is the verse I wrote for my mother. Let the childhood flow....

When She calls out my name,

It feels I've got all the fame.

When she praises me,

It feels there exists only one person and that's me.

When she shows her affection,

I feel like I am in seventh heaven.

Whenever she embrace,

It feels that nothing is left for me to face.

Whenever she scolds,

My life turns many folds.

She's my Mother,

And there's no one like her.

God made Mother,

As sweet as Butter,

Which melts when it gets heated,

And becomes tough at times I didn't succeeded.

The things she taught,

I couldn't forget at all.

She held me in her arms,

Whenever the world tried to make a harm.

Whenever I cried,

She made rice and that too fried.

She took all my pains,

Which went away like rains.

Her finger's single tickle,

Makes me laugh and chuckle.

I am so fond,

Of the Mother-child sweet bond.

Her lap is my playground,

Where I sleep, play and go round and round.

Life is so incomplete and futile,

Without my mother's love and smile.

She fed me with her milk,

Without asking for any silk.

She waited patiently to hear 'Ma'.

The sleepless nights she spent for me.

The delicious food she cooked for me.

The nine months she waited for me.

I would never be able to thank her,

And I fall short of words.

She's as sweet as sugar,

And as good as butter.

I've seen God,

May be in different forms,

But this form is tangible,

In whose lap I could lay and feel comfortable.

Nothing in the world can define,

A Mother who is so Pure and Divine.

And this is not the end my dear,

Coz it will take my whole life to define my Mother.

P.S. This is a dedication to all the mother who have lived there life tirelessly to make their kith and kin happy and ever healthy. I salute the spirit of Motherhood. May God be with all of us. I don't know if I am able to do justice with this post because its impossible to define a mother's qualities at this space and in a limited time. I fall short of words defining her.
Thank you Mummy for being there. Love you loads.

Nippu...:)

P.P.S. This post is not signed as Nuts or Baba Nuts coz my mother calls me Nippu..:)

"Guilty or Innocent" Tag..

2010-05-02T13:26:00.003+05:30

As I am working on a big project for quite some time, I can't think to write something useful at this space. It really matters a lot to me. So I thought to finish the tag given to me by Chanz who has always been very sweet. I have already made her fly and jump in her office and breaking the office stuff by praising her in my 50th post. So I can't risk the loss again or she will jump upon me. LOLZ...

Its quite an interesting tag and won't take much of my time. The rules goes like this:

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!

RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.

Asked someone to marry you? Guilty

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent

Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent

Ever told a lie? Guilty

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty

Kissed a picture? Guilty

Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty

Held a snake? Guilty

Been suspended from school? Guilty

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent

Stolen from a store? Innocent

Been fired from a job? Innocent

Done something you regret? Guilty

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent

Kissed in the rain? Innocent

Sat on a roof top? Guilty

Kissed someone you shouldn't? Innocent

Sang in the shower? Guilty

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent

Shaved your head? Innocent

Had a boxing membership? Guilty

Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty

Been in a band? Innocent

Shot a gun? Guilty

Donated Blood? Guilty

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent

Eaten cheesecake? Innocent

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent

Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent

Been too honest? Guilty

Ruined a surprise? Guilty

Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterward? Guilty

Erased someone in your friends list? Innocent

Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty

Joined a pageant? Innocent

Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty

Had communication with your ex? Innocent

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty

Wish there was more of it. Its fun doing this tag really. Sometimes you are sure of certain things but you can't decide to write Guilty or Innocent. Haha..

Let me pass this tag to my blogging buddies. The names are as follows:

Insignia (2nd tag)

Choco (again)

Madhu

Pratik Bhai

Rohini

Chinmaya

Nevine

Suppy Di

Sana

Blunt Edges

@ease
Sakhii

Just do the tag. I guarantee fun. And I am not guilty anymore.

Nuts Baba...:)

Being Tagged...:)

2010-04-28T23:19:00.004+05:30

I have been tagged thrice in the last month and due to the hectic schedule I could not complete not even a single tag. Now that I feel like a bird flying high up their in the sky, I can try and show my regard to some of my fellow blogger friends who makes this blogging part fun. So here I am finally doing a tag given by Rohini. Thank you so much Rohini for the 'Cherry on Top' Award. I am so grateful to get that. The tag goes like this:

She has asked me to write three good things about me. Yeah! Just 3, I am a pool of talent you see..:P (I know most of you are nodding in agreement). But choosing the three best qualities out of the infinite ones is a tough job. But God is kind..

1) I have a good sense of humor. I might be a PJ king at times but I don't see people around me with sad faces. I try to put an end at people's worry not by really helping them in the cause but by the therapy called Laughter.

2) I am very bad at lying. Whenever I lie, I smile and my face gives every possible indication which says." Please catch me, I am a liar." But yes, I catch lies very easily even by people who are God at lying.

3) I am a good singer. Hindi songs are not for me (though I love listening to them). My voice has a texture supported only by the English Beats and their style of singing. I can sing any RAP in the world. Just bring it to me.

Now I need to put up a picture which I like the most and the picture is:

Thats my elder brother with my parents. Wish we could be small again. I just love this pic..

Now this award and the tag is forwarded to some of the very special people whose names are as follows:

1) Choco
2) Farila Mam
3) Chandni aka Chanz
4) Insignia
5) Wink
6) Madhu

There are tags for the others too. So don't worry. Everyone of you deserve an award. I know I have spoken a lot about me but then, I just can't control that guddy guddy feel that comes while writing about myself.

Thanks a lot Rohini for the award and I must tell you that you area great writer and someone who comes up with diverse topics everytime. Always fighting for women rights. Kudos to you. Keep writing and you really deserve an applause..
*clap clap*

Cheers

Nuts...:)

I've Seen God.. (Sachin's B'Day)

2010-04-24T01:17:00.002+05:30

This is the day for which I was eagerly waiting for. People say they have seen God in their dreams or when they reach the state of trance. But I say I've seen him playing on the grass, rubbing a stony round structure with saliva in between in fingers, holding a flat-bulged willow-wood product and hitting that round mass out of the grass field.

I've seen him rise. I've seen him fall. But God never stops and he didn't ever and continuously proved his Godly nature.

I've seen him through tough times just like one of us. I've seen him in the best of moods like one of us. But that never overshadowed the kind of class God has.

I've seen him score. I've seen him ducked. But God never disappoints for very long and keeps on hearing my prayers.

I've seen him taking wickets. I've seen him being hit. But its Godly temperament that never gave up.

I've seen him through rights. I've seen him through wrongs. But the respect that God shows is always overwhelming.

The way he stands in between the humans makes him the tallest individual on Earth. The records sets him apart from everyone else. There have been players in every sport. But 'Sach' a player was never born in any.

There can only be one God.
The God which the world's 20% population follows.
The God who never stops.
The God who answers all our prayers.
The God who exists between us.
The God who can be felt by touch.
The God who makes us smile.
The God who generates the feeling of oneness.
The God who gives us the reason to celebrate even when we lose.
The God who takes all our worries on his shoulders.
The God who leaves us biting nails at times.
The God who lives for us.

I dedicate this post to the God of Big Things, Shri Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, whom I believe is the living legend and for me He's God and I don't think anyone would disagree. Its my God's birthday and I wanted to wish him in a different way.

Happy Birthday God!!

May you give your followers what they want.
Let 'SACHIN'ism prevail. I thank you for being there and showing up at times that a God really exists.

May the records you set never get broken and that you be prayed in the years to follow.
I know what I have written is nothing as compared to others, but then God is kind enough. The fastest post I have ever written (6 minutes and 30 seconds).

Love you God..

Nuts....:)

Tarangini Tales # 1

2010-04-16T01:09:00.000+05:30

It’s been more than a month since the 8th semester began and I have hardly attended any classes. But I don't know why am I going to the college daily. I miss the place when I am at home. I really do (No need to laugh fellows).

Actually I was quite excited about the college annual fest Tarangini-10, the only time of the year when we get a chance to shed that Grey-White uniform and come in our true colors. Last time I was excited about this event was when I was in First year and then the excitement goes down with every semester. The fear of going away from a place makes a person fall in love with the place and this is what has happened with me (I know most would disagree).

Finally the day arrived and after lots of hard work from juniors and batch mates, the event finally kicked off to a decent start. Hats off to all of you and a Hi5s for your hard work.

My participation starts with the very first event called LAN gaming in which my team was completely pissed off by 8-0 in Counter Strike. I couldn't kill even a single police-man, keeping the view in fact that "Good wins over Bad." I lost it by ethics you see. I even screwed my NFS Most wanted game and came last in the heats although I used to be a champ an year before.

Then came my turn to be a spectator in Mock Parliament where I couldn't even understand what the Agenda was because both the ruling and opposing parties were supporting the same motion. But the event was a success. No doubts. While I was sitting there, I received a call from someone wanting to have a look at my Hayabusa (Imaginary name in respect of the sold product). I had to leave urgently and heartfelt thanks to all the people who made this possible for me because it was the last time I saw my Hayabusa.:(

I returned and sat in the poetry writing competition where the topic given was Mother and Child. I scribbled something and submitted but lacking all those 'Saaf Safaai' skills, I had to write it down on a new paper which became as dirty as the old one again.

I was free to roam now and spent about an hour lecturing juniors on how to study tips and what to do in the college. It feels great when you don't have to refer someone as ' because you are the supreme most power. Talking to them is fun because somewhere deep inside I know that I was also a junior who asked for advice but didn’t had any. I promised them a real party this time and paid their bill at the “Teja ji ki Thadi” just outside our college campus (‘Baniyas’ are not that miser you see).

I entered the college again and saw a nice stage setup and the ‘half amphitheatre’ filled with loads and loads of students, most of whom I couldn’t recognize. The guys were recognizable to a large extent but the girls. What to say? They were all aliens, although they study in the same college and can be seen roaming around in the same campus where I sit idle killing time. I can’t understand what these girls do and where do they come from at such times. Make-up works up wonders and so does the dress up.

I quickly found a place in the last row. I was glad to be able to sit at least. The event began with Duet Song and I heard some very melodious songs. A forgotten song was brought back to memory which I downloaded just now (Intehaan ho gai, mere pyaar ki.).

Then came Solo Dance (Indian) and our batch started dancing at the back seats. I threw away the chair and my batch mates gathered to dance at any possible tune playing. We danced on Kehna Hi kya, Dhoom tana, Rajasthani songs, Barso re and other songs meant for no-dance category. Teachers came and settled us down many times but as the back turned around, our moves started to go round and round. It was a dug-out sort of thing where I got lots of bruises everywhere on my feet. But who cares that time. I didn’t knew that someone was watching until I received an SMS from my sis saying “Jyada Maja aa raha h aapko :p.” I revolved my head around and saw her standing on the first floor with her friends and waving from there. The light man was quite clever because, during the waits, he was revolving the Spot Light on students and we thought that we were in focus in the camera..:)

While the warm up session was getting over, the dances finished and we had to settle down. After some photography I returned home remembering the good old days on my friend’s bike. Then Earth Hour was observed and here I am writing this entry after that.

I am looking forward for an even better time tomorrow.

Ah! My legs! They need some hot water. Mummy…..

Nuts….:)

50 Ain't Enough...:)

2010-04-08T00:09:00.002+05:30

EEEEEeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh..
Finally I touched a number which can be seen as an achievement. 50 or Fifty (For people with weak mathematics) is a number which the cricket lovers (like me) view as a Half Century. Now I have 51 followers which is a pious number in Hindu mythology and this is my 50th post at the blog. Can I call it a Golden Post??

I never thought that I would reach this number. Blogging grew from a time pass and learning method to a place where I could share various ideas and opinions on various topics with people from the world over. I have been guided and taken to a completely different path in this journey of mine. I am really going through a great time with so many people around me. Life is a great teacher you see.

There are people whom I want to thank from the core of my heart. The list is endless and so is the love for them.
Anu D -- She inspired me to write and I again began in 2009 after a long gap of 3 years.
Rajat Bhaiya -- A teacher who corrected me many times inspite of his busy schedules.
Ankita --A lovely friend of mine. When I was new it was her who told me that I am good and inspired my writing.
Chandni Jain -- She is there reading me every single time and commenting in her unusual style. She can write on anything. Just pick a topic.
Parul -- She also inspired me a lot for writing. My sister you see...:)
Pratik Bhaiya -- A great author who was there to motivate me every time with his posts and comments. The most awaited posts are by him only.
Supriya Di -- Didn't knew this blog thing can give me a relation too and a very sweet one..:)
Shivani -- A beautiful writer, though she writes less. Gym is on..
Kapoor -- Included everywhere in my Delhi posts. He pushes me a lot with his great comments.
Sorcy -- A man with great wits and humor. I just love his posts. Something new everytime..
Choco -- A little girl with lots of talent. She will go places. Trust me.
Sana -- Mostly the first one to read. She writes great stuff.
Nevine -- The most talented of the lot. I just love reading her posts. A great word player. I learn so much.
Farila Mam -- A fighter and Survivor. I bow down to her spirit. Wish I could be as strong as her.
Antarman -- She has always shown me the right path by her comments. A great human being...
Wink -- Someone with whom I could connect most times. A great poem writer.
Insignia -- A cool blog writer. Her journeys are just awesome. My 50th follower. Thanks a lot.
Betty -- A different kind of an author wih cool posts. Life's new way.
Madhu -- A lovely author and brings a smile every time on my face. I wait for her comments.
Love -- My inspiration for everything I do. I just love being with her. Love you sweetheart.

I thank everyone for reading my posts and encouraging me at the same time. Pushpa, Sakhii, Rohini, Anima,Tara, Pankhuri, Riya, Chinmaya, Blunt Edges, @ease, Neha, Neelam, Kay, Bucking Fastard, Tangerine and many others. Sorry if I missed someone. Please remind me and your name will be added. My heartiest wishes to all of you in every nook of life. Thanks for all the support and criticizing. I need your support in the coming future also. Keep writing and commenting.

Soon I will be starting a new blog where me and Kapoor will be discussing diverse issues apart from the usual happenings. We need your support to make it a success and also to make people aware about the world around in a differently new approach.

Big hugs to everyone and thanks again for all the encouragement. Sorry for any mistakes made by me.

Cheers

Nuts.......:)

P.S. I refused a drink party today. I am loving it..:)

Delhi- 06

2010-03-30T23:38:00.000+05:30

I know I get late in postings but then what the hell should I do. I am "Busy without work" these days. I think I'll need some sleeping pills because of her. I don't know whether it's her exams or mine. Phew.

So after all that Afghani look shit (refer DB:5), I resumed my responsibilities and after being completely satisfied by the operation results (as told by the Doctor and my cousin), I left the 5* hospital because no one was allowed to meet my Mamaji for the nest 3 days (ICCU). It was a very big relief to our whole family. I was completely pissed off with the hospital. Its not just about the sexy nurses and doctors. A hospital is the place where some life begins their journey while some ends.

I returned home (again standing in the DTC) eying all the Delhi Bellies (Don't beat me for that). I made up my mind to have a blast with my friends in Gaziabad. Kapoor and Gupta were waiting for this day eagerly. We had planned a Booze party and it was time for us to raise the toast. Actually its the capital which persuades me to go for alcohol because of the cheapness. We met and headed directly to the 'Theka' and brought a 'FUEL ka Khamba.' I thought that we were 4 people but we were 3. Mahajan skipped the temptation and insisted on cold drink and 'Aloo Chana.'

The place where we were partying has some sort of construction jinx, I think. Construction is always going on there and the structure looks the same every time. We sat near the valley part of the site and were talking about love and relations. But our talks went ahead of everything and I didn't realised when did er entered the Indian politics. We talked about every thing that was happening and after 3 FUEL injections, also about the things which were not. The glasses were getting emptied in a row. While the 3 Idiots tried to stop me from further shots, I was in no way under control. I knew I was in control of someone else. My head couldn't find a direction to rest. It was tilting in a direction where wind was flowing. I felt so fucking relaxed that time. I could hear some voices saying that "Mittal to out ho gaya" (Mittal has gone on a ride). While they were betting on my puke stopping capacity, I felt like a fire was burning inside my body everywhere and that I was a dragon who needed to throw that fire out. I puked at the floor after many attempts to stop. The sound that came was like a lion roaring in severe in digestion. I ran down the valley and puked 3-4 times more.

While I was on a recovery path, I saw Gupta hurrying down and puking his lungs out. Kapoor was in full form and he drank mine and Gupta's leftovers also (Don't feel so proud reading this you asshole). We somewhat recovered and went to a garden nearby where I slept. I don't know what these people were doing that time. I saw the pics and can tell that they were obviously playing jokes on me. Not being used too such things, I was feeling terrible that time. I could barely walk that time. Because I had to leave for Ajmer the same day, they got me settled in a bus which left me at bhaiya's place. I somehow reached the house and had a free fall on the bed.

I woke up after 5 hours and saw my brother ready with some good fighting moves. But I was walking Anesthesia who had no pains of any sort. The pain which could be felt by me was the pain in the heart. I puked around 20 times while at home too. Even 3-4 pills of the best anti-vomit tablets lost their significance. Everything I had in my body was out and I felt like a feather in the air. I couldn't even eat properly. I felt so weak that even a newly born baby could lift me up. That was the time I made up my mind against drinking. I know it is far too late to say all this and apologize but, I have heard that it is never too late. I learned a lesson at the very beginning of my life. I am very sorry for everything I did in the past. I really am.

For Gupta and Kapoor I would just say that please folks leave all this. Lets be simple and live life in a different way which the world can't. Don't leave MOH and MAYA but we can surely leave this shit. There will be a time when the body will ask for alcohol rather than water. So think again dude. I don't want to get philosophical on this. I know you both will listen to me at least once. Please..

So my Ajmer trip got canceled and I went shopping with Bhabhi the next day in the area called Silver Square, just kidding, Chandni Chowk. The name Delhi -06 comes from there only and I got to see the real Delhi for the first time. The true colors of our culture are seen here. Temples, Mosques, Gurudwaras and everything is there. Life in Delhi-06 could be so fast, I never imagined. I just love the movie Delhi -6 due to its cinematography now. I could identify one or two places in the movie where even I had a chance to leave my footsteps. Didn't saw any Sonam kapoor but there were even better.

I don't feel like going away from the capital for many reasons (Bhaiya-bhabhi, DTC buses, Girls, Friends, Life, culture and so many other things to explore). I don't want to harm any person's personal feelings here but I have just written about my perception of the place and events that took place there. These posts don't serve any purpose to harm any person. So here is me finishing up my Delhi Belly series and what better to finish it with a song from Delhi-06 which says " Ye Dilli H Mere Yaar, Bus Ishq, Mohabbat, Pyaar."

Nuts...:)

Delhi Belly 5

2010-03-22T00:32:00.000+05:30

After donating my blood, I had to return to Bhaiya'a home. I was about to leave the place and rain started coming down from nowhere. It was like a storm. I felt as if someone is pouring buckets of water right over my head. I had never experienced a water 'Thud' like this before. Each drop was like a Sponge ball having the co-efficient of restitution as 1.

I quickly got into a bus. It happened again that a lady came to me and showed me the upper portion of the window where it was written in bold letter that the swat on which I had taken refuge was "Mahilaon ke lie" or reserved for the woman (I thought women have reached moon and still..). Well i have never ever got a seat in a bus in Delhi because every time I board them, someone comes and pulls me apart from the seat magnet. Why me...??

Winter was not fully gone and it was raining in the Capital. I just love the place. So many bus stops, so many people travel together, so many languages they speak, but still the common language of humanity is the same and works every where. I got up from the seat and someone entered from the front door (not allowed entry) of the bus.

She was approaching towards me. I was staring at her in disbelief and she didn't showed any gesture. She sat beside the girl who asked to get up and I was really praying God to have dome that. The girl looked like a pure Delhite and I was standing write above her holding the round bars for a not so firm grip because she was making me lose the grip.

Rains make look girls even hotter. She was one of those who deserve this complement. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked like Monica Bellucci. I was trying hard not to make any eye contacts with her so that I can stare at her pure, raw beauty. It seemed as if God Indra has sent an 'Apsara' along with the rains. She was looking awesomely hot. I was awestruck at her beauty which was further increased by rains. I just wanted to stand there the whole day and gaze at her but she left much before.

I reached home without getting rained and again had to leave for Apollo the next day. This time again couldn't get a seat (Lucky me). Mamaji was taken for operation and during this time I thought to give the place a visit. I was roaming around the International Lounge here and there. After some time the guard standing at the Lounge Gate got mad.

Guard: You want to come in Sir?

(Do I have to ask you?)

Me: Yeah! Why not...

(Who wouldn't like to enter a lounge with so many hot chicks inside)

Guard: Card???

Me: Why?

Guard: Take that from Afghanistan commission.

Me: What man? Have u gone mad?

Guard: (Looks at me in astonishment) But sirrrr......

Me: I have no card and I am not an Aghani.

Guard: What? Then go sir please.

Me: WTF!! Why did you stopped me first?

Guard: Sorry sir.

Me: All right man! Chill.

I wasn't able to understand the review given by the guard. Then i realized that I was looking like an Afhghani. I was dressed up in boots, a jeans, a shirt and a sleeveless jacket. This stuff gained its true value with my Dutch cut beard which was purely Afghani. Now I could understand why all this happened.

Looks obviously sets us apart from everything. Looks are depended on culture, region and groups. I dont know this particualr look crap. I just keep whatever I like the most. These days I am sporting a 'Decent Boy' look (and mind you, decency rox). Somethings are judged just by the looks a person has (A victim). Even looks create divide. I don't know what to do yaar!

My next post will be the last post to this series. Thanx for wait everyone and to be so generous to keep commenting...:)

Nuts...:)

Delhi Belly 4

2010-03-15T23:53:00.000+05:30

While I was trying to come out of the Nurse's net, something more grueling but obviously more exciting caught my attention. No, it wasn't the female resident doctors available there every time but the Main Doc's call to the close family members. At such times, I could imagine that whatever philosophy I have read or whatever thoughts I read in 'WHO WILL CRY WHEN YOU DIE' are useless. We all are humans and the same chill goes through each of us while a close one or even a hero in a movie goes for a surgery or the Doc has to give some information about the patient. I crossed my fingers and sat near my Mamaji who was served with dinner that time. I don't think that anyone can fall ill after having such a great dinner. It consisted of every delicacy of the Indian food we eat usually (no unusually).

I shared the dinner with him and was getting answers to questions like 'Why India has the highest number of hungry in the world?' My cousin and my brother returned and told me that Blood will be needed in the operation. I got super excited that time. It was just around 3 months since I gave my Valuable blood and this time I was getting a chance to give it to my own Mamaji with whom I share the same blood (Blood relation you see). Usually people look at me when I talk about Blood donation as if I need blood (I just hate them for this). Next morning was the day which got fixed.

After having breakfast, I left for he blood bank. As I entered, people looked at me as if they have seen some kind of a AJOOBA (miracle). I wanted to tell them that its not the health that is visible but its the Will and the Guts, that are invisible, matter in such cases. I could see around 10-12 people waiting for their turns to get the stagnant blood out of their body. Most of them were first timers and were quite nervous. I told them about the uses and the replenishment of blood and most importantly that there ain't any pain involved in this process. Their was a pre check-up before one goes to the blood drainage room. The best thing was that the guy just pricked one of your fingers and take the samples on 3 different slides for checking various levels of blood like Hameoglobin, WBC's, Group etc, all in front of you which is interesting for sure. I was weighed and then with a slip I was sent to the Draiange room.

The room was huge and the nurse their was again awesome. I was asked to lie down on a specially designed bed which was equipped with various machines which give a feel to the person donating his blood as if he is the one going for an operation. This was the first Drainage room where I could hear a mixture of songs being played from an age old transistor.

Me: (Lying down) When is my turn?

Nurse: Wait a second. Cant you see their are others in the queue.

Me: (One thing I dont know why...) Can you please increase the volume?

Nurse: I told you to have some patience. Wait 5 minutes.

Me: The song will die till that time.

Nurse: (Gives me a look) Shut up.

She then came in 5 minutes and..

Nurse: 613 number wake up.

Me: Yeah! Insert the needle. I have closed my eyes.

Nurse: Its already in. Open your eyes.
(Looks at the report)
Wow! You are B-Negative. That's rare. We get only 2-3 people every week of this blood group. Are you a first timer?

Me: I know that. Its rare. I have given my Rare Blood around 5-6 times.

Nurse: Can i ask you somethimg?

Me: (Nods)

Nurse: Can we take 1 and a half unit of your blood?

Me: Okay! But dont make a fool of me.

Nurse: Done! Now wait for 5-10 minutes and then I will remove all the machines from you.

Me: I need to hurry. Lemme go.

Nurse: You look so impatient. If I wont open these then you will do it by yourself. Take a frooty and then go. Hope you can do this muchh..

Me: Ofcourse. I can do this much.

Then I emptied two packs of both biscuits and frooty tetra packs (allowed limit is one) in my stomach. It obviously feels a bit drowsy but it is short lived. Once you take some intake after donating blood, you recover very fast. Its like a recycling process for the body which happens to pump the same blood throughout again and again. For all those who are afraid or have never donated their blood ever, its a great thing to do. An inside feeling tells you that you have done something good and that you should be proud of this kind of work. The tests for various disease checks which costs around Rs.500 in the market, are done for free if you donate your blood. Its a win win situation in any case. The good is for us in any case. and the biggest thing is the feel "The Andarki Aawaz." It heels a lot. Their is an add on TV also in which a girl saves the life of an old man while she was on her way back after donating blood. It tells a lot. In the end I would also say what she says in that ad "Accha Lagta hai" (It feels good)..

The series ain't finished yet. I know what Kapoor and Gupta are waiting for but then " Sabra ka fal is Meetha."

Nuts

Delhi Belly 3

2010-03-05T00:18:00.001+05:30

I know I am very late in posting Delhi Belly 3 but the connection I was using before this was pathetic. I tried to open the blog but it just refused to open up in front of me as if shy of me. I came to know one thing during this break that Facebook is faster than orkut in every sense whether its chat or any other features. Without wasting much time I am moving on to Delhi Belly 3 (DB 2 was the last post obviously).

Me: WOW!! Is that what you call a F*#@*&g Hospital? Are you sure we are at the right place?

Bhabhi: Yeah Nippu. Everything that you haven't seen exists here in Delhi. No need to go anywhere in the world.

Cafe Coffee Day on the left and some other chain cafe on the right, a big lounge with centrally AC facilities, guards checking the visitors every now and then, people from all countries and all the world class facilities at a place. It sure gave me the illusion of a Shopping Mall. But I read somewhere long time back, " All that glitters is not Gold." Is it Gold or is it not? Well may be Gold for some or may be not for some.

The scene I have just described is the inside of the Apollo Hospital. My eyes were really bursting out with the retina scanning every nook and corner of the place. I could see sexy doctors moving around. I never knew that Doctors could be so sexy. Glamourising the Doctor's white coat is what the Delhi Doctor's have done. For sometime I forgot what I was there for.

While I was scanning the place, I saw my Mamaji sitting on a chair. We rushed to him and he was like that finally someone has arrived to stand besides him at every time. He was so upset that his emotions came out at once. My eldest Mamaji was admitted here for a bye-pass surgery. He then told us about the current situations and I rushed to the Ward where he was admitted. You have to undergo two more security checks before meeting he patient. I met him and he looked as though he wasn't ill at all. He told me that this was the first time that someone has done his shaving on bed. He got a hair cut also which made him look like a 20 year old chap. Being a Baniya he was inquiring about the ACs fitted there. His mind was running fast to expand the business we have (Mittal- Apollo Hospitals..).

I sat with him for sometime and was sent back by a very beautiful new nurse. Her smile had the powers of healing people faster than any medicine. Her voice was like a song which could be heard a thousand number of times and then also the longing to hear it is the same.

Nurse: Your meeting time is over. Don't you make him laugh so much. This is not good for him.

Me: (Starting a conversation) Laughter ain't good?? I thought laughter is the best medicine.

Nurse: It is. But don't you know Bruce Lee died due to a laugh.

Me: Yeah! I know everything about him. His first movie was Fist of Fury.

Nurse: No no. It was The Big Boss mister.

Me: (I just knew 2 of his movie names) No ways. Its Enter the Dragon or Fist of Fury. (Yuppy, I finally started a conversation with her).

Nurse: No. I cant be wrong. I am sure it is Big Boss.

Me: I give up. You seem to be a big fan of him. Sounds good. A girl and a fan of Lee.

Nurse: Why cant I? I like action and Bruce is still the master of all.

Me: Which other actors do you like? I mean the Indian ones?

Nurse: I love SRK.

(Action and Romance? Can they go together?)

Me: Hmmmm. Kind of contradiction. I see two persons in you.

Nurse: Tell me about them right now.

Me: A fighter and a lover...
(WTF! What did I just said..)

Nurse: (smiles) Err. Yes, may be, no, kind of true. I was here to tell you about the time. Its over now. Please leave the place or I will lose my job.

Me: Hope to see you soon. Bbye

Nurse: Bye.

I wanted the conversation to be much longer. My mamaji was awestruck at this act. He was smiling at me while I was leaving. I knew I had to come back, not to meet her but Mamaji. It's a grave feeling when someone so close to your life is going for a major operation. I felt sorry that time for this act of mine. May be my Mamaji's jolly nature that time made me forget the reality. I felt sorry with myself but somethings just happen and you come to know about them a bit late.

Let me leave this post here because the real adventure is yet to start. It might get a bit longer but then "Ye Dilli H mere Yaar." This time I won't be late in further postings.

Nuts

Delhi Belly 2

2010-02-16T23:52:00.001+05:30

This post is a continuation of the last post which took me to Delhi en-route Tibet.

*Sick and Tired I stand alone, behind the doors or should I open It for you or...*

Sometimes Metallica works wonders. What a song The Unforgiven II is. Bang on the situation at 4:20 a.m. Hungry, sweaty(Tibet effect), tired, sleepy but still a Baniya I was fighting the Autowalas at Sarai Kaale Khan ISBT. Weather was as usual chilling and I was about to freeze. I felt like I was kept in a deep freezer and my body sweat was getting transformed to ice with each passing nano second. Forgetting all this I had to bargain. And so I started:

Me: How much for IP extension?

A1: 100.

Me: Hehe. Not Gurgaon or Noida dude. Its IP.

A1: Not less than this.
(A2 enters)

A2: Kahan jana h bhaiya? (Where do you want to go?)

Me: Pata to h bhaiya aapko. Mein bahar ka nahi hu. Chalna h to chalo 40 mein.
(You know where I want to go. I am not an outsider. Want to go in 40 bucks?)

A2: Itna to nahi ho paega..

Me: (moving to A3) Haan Bhaiya chaloge kya? (What say? Will you be going?)

A3: 70 is last. Not less than this.

ME: 50 from me. Yes or no.

A3: Thek h bhaiya subah ka time h. (Okay. Due to morning time, I agree.)

BTW the normal amount which the rickshaw takes from here to the place is 70 rupees at any hour or the day. Night and unusual timing charges obviously go up like rockets. I told you I am a Baniya...:)

Delhi looks so different these days. I was here in December and it looked as if its been ages I came to this place. Everything looks changed. The flyovers, metro lines, roads, CWG village and everything are growing so fast that Delhi looks different each time I visit (May this continue after the CWG also).

I reached home in about half an hour and the autowala looked as though he was being robbed. But it was him who agreed. Otherwise I would have robbed someone else. HEHE..

I know some of you might be missing the mini skirted girls description this time but I didn't saw any at this time of the day. All I could see after Yamuna river was fog and fog and fog. The descriptions will come soon in following posts but in a different way this time.

So after belling and shouting for a long time at the doors of our home, I decided to spent money from my devil (L6). I called up bhaiya and told him twice that I was standing at the door. But "Dilli Ki sardi.." Finally he opened the door and I could meet my Bro (My best friend). Even a day without him seems to be incomplete and now we meet twice or thrice a year. Then came Bhabhi and I all my load went off somewhere. I had a n early tea at 5:15 a.m. and we chatted till 8:00 and bhaiya had to leave for his office.

I was cursed for keeping a different look this time which was a mix of Dutch and Afghani cut. I dont know why people think these looks are so indecent? But I like it. Actually I just love all these dynamicity these looks brings. After all ' Ghar ki kheti h.'

Rest story will be coming in other parts. Keep your fingers crossed guys.

Nuts

Walking Delhi Looking Tibet..

2010-02-13T01:08:00.000+05:30

This is another of my tiresome roadways bus journey post which needs due mention. This time it was a different kinda journey which began in a haste and ended in a chase.

Leaving your loved ones behind is obviously a very sulking feeling and specially when they need you the most. But in order to fulfill their wishes, there may be times when you have to do things which you think are irrelevant but are necessary from a different point of view.

So the journey began in a haste and I forgot to take necessary things with me for the journey. What I remembered to take was a bottle of pickle and my undergarments. A free advice to people that never leave your house without taking lunch, dinner or breakfast because when you expect that you will get something to eat somewhere, the shops get closed or the food is stale or is it gets over. I made this mistake and didn't find anything at the bus stand. I took the ticket and got comfortably seated in a so called STAR LINE bus and the journey began on time.

After sometime I realized that I was just wearing a wind sheeter over my cotton shirt as chill crept in. Then I realised something else which was an icing over the cake. The window with my seat was cranky and was opening up all by itself again and again. By the time I realized these things, the bus had reached Jaipur and I couldn't even get a seat change.

The bus got loaded with Tibetans from Jaipur because winters get over in Rajasthan earlier than any other part. I couldn't understand their language but I was able to notice the smiles on their faces which was due to a good long winter in Rajasthan this year. The bus again started and I again felt the chill which I had made up mind to bear the whole night.

I was restless and was again and again shutting that fucking window which was playing games with me. I tried all styles to prevent the opening but I couldn't succeed. I was advised to get a blanket from someone (I know you will be happy) but I didn't ask for anything. Finally sleep won the battle between the stubborn window and me and I fall asleep.

PAT.. PAT... PAT...

ME: Kaun h? (Who's this?)

Angel: Sardi lag rahi h beta? (Feeling cold son?)

ME: Nahi. Mujhe sone do. TRRRRR.. (No, Let me sleep.)

Angel: Tumhara daant kit-kit kr raha h. (Your teeths are kit-katting)

ME: Nahi. Aap jao. Mein So jaunga. (No. You go. I will sleep)

Angel: Tum kaamp raha h. (You are shivering)

ME: Kit-kit-kit-kit-kit-kit.

Angel: Kambal le lo. Theek rahega. (Take a blanket. You'll feel better.)

ME: kit-kit-kit-kit. Thek kit-kit h. (All Right.)

That Tibetan lady gave me a Shawl and after a while I felt like I was sweating. It was hot like sun. I could sleep comfortably and there was no kit-kit at all for the rest of the journey.

I woke up at 4 in the morning and found the shawl over me. I thought I saw a dream but it was for real (Your prayers work darling). I could not recognize the face which gave me that blanket (I think you can understand the confusion). Then a lady got up and came to me asking for any other help. I thanked her with all my heart for which she just returned a serene smile. I could feel mother's love that time.

Love ain't bounded by boundaries. It comes over every barrier and every obstacle however huge it is. I thank God for creating mother and salute all the females for having such big hearts. My respect for them has grown to Himalayan extent now. Even though the Angel belonged to a different place and a different culture, the motherly feeling remains the same. I bow down to this feeling.

I don't think I will forget that Angel ever in my life. I read something about Tibet and found out the problems they are going through. I join the campaign with them. Supporting Tibet.

The series coming afterwards will be a series of events that took place in Delhi.
Delhi Belly will get a repeat.
My grand Salute to all Mothers.....

Nuts

Sing With Me...!!

2010-02-04T00:24:00.000+05:30

Its been a long time since I wrote something. I was happy commenting on others posts and also missing on some of the best people in the sphere (I think the people I missed will catch me soon). Sorry Folks, but what can I do with my exams on at one end and a hell lot of problems at the other.
Don't know what goes wrong with life sometimes. I put my foot on the accelerator while I am yet to achieve constant acceleration, someone else comes in my way and I have to decelerate. I have always said that "Time is the arbiter." But what if it plays games with you?
I just scribbled something on a parchment. Just wanted to put it up because writing takes my pain away.
Here it gos:

Sing With Me

When you feel like being alone,
When you feel there's no one home.
When you feel things are not about 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel nothing is in sync,
When you feel that even flowers do prick,
When you feel there's no one beside 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel you are betrayed,
When you feel you are being hated,
When you feel that no one loves 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel like writing a verse,
When you feel like you are being cursed,
When you feel that nothing good can happen with 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With Me.

When you feel things can no longer mend,
When you feel life has a big bend,
When you feel the cause for everything is 'me',
Come my friend, Sing With me.

I am feeling somewhat better now. Don't know what will happen the next moment. Still there's a good news and a bad one too. Life.
I have started writing crap now. Leave all this. Just Sing With me.....

Nuts

The Lucky Chinese Tag (Tagged again..)

2010-01-23T13:21:00.000+05:30

I have been tagged again in a very short duration. This time the tag is made by a very sweet person whose name I don’t know but I know that she is a hardcore Baniya. So here I am Antarman with the lucky Chinese tag as you call it. Thanks a lot for tagging me Antarman and I will try my level best to answer the questions with the same honesty as you have answered them. lets see what luck does this tag bring.

Here I go:

8 TV shows/News Channels I like to watch

Ha! The idiot box! Let me think…

1. Fear Factor
2. Man v/s Wild
3. Jailed Abroad
4. Comedy Circus
5. Roadies
6. Time Wrap
7. Dance India Dance
8. World’s Greatest Inventions

8 Places to eat and dine

1. Salt n Pepper (Can’t 4 get the place ever due to lovely memories.)
2. Mango Masala
3. Rasoi
4. Amar Punjabi Dhaba (APD. The best..)
5. Sheesha Café (Pune)
6. Swad Ri Dhani (Smaller version of Chokhi Dhanni)
7. Mc Donald’s
8. Hotel Madras

8Things I Look Forward To

I am a firm believer of the line which says,” Live life as it comes.” I also read somewhere that expectations bring disappointments. But I will try something out for sure.

1. Passing my Engineering (Saturated now)
2. Meet my Bhaiya and Bhabhi (I really miss them a lot).
3. Party thrown by any of my friend (The party animal is here).
4. Joining Infy a.s.a.p.
5. Sleep like a child (Haven’t slept like that from such a long time).
6. Meet her once again.
7. Meet Sachin Tendulkar and bowl him out.
8. Make my country a better place to live.

8 Things That Happened Yesterday

1. Woke up at 5:30 a.m. (It’s been a long time since I have seen that time in the morning).
2. Studied for exam for about an hour and slept again.
3. Gave my exam and found that both of my hands were in pain (No I don’t write with both hands like Prof. Veeru Sahastra Buddhi)
4. Had a chat with her for an hour for the first time
5. Had a fight with a tempo wala (Baniya you see..)
6. Enjoyed with my landlords (They are 2 great persons who really live for others)
7. Raat Baaki Baat Baaki…
8. Raat Gai Baat Gai.. hehe

8 Things I love about Winter

1. I look fat.
2. Jackets,Pullovers and my colorful band.
3. You don't have to bath.
4. Sitting in the sun and composing something.
5. Face the sun with naked eyes.
6. Eating Gajar ka Halwa
7. Warm cozy blankets and lots and lots of tea.
8. Acting like smoking cigarette (you know how to do that).

8 Things on my Wish-list

1. Peace.
2. Success
3. Send my parents on a world tour.
4. Spread love and laughter everywhere.
5. Buy a car (Right now its Toyota Innova as my mother likes it very much)
6. To be able to be kind enough for others.
7. A race with Michael Schumacher.
8. Publish my book of life.

8 Things I am Passionate about

1. My work
2. Writing
3. Family (you are also a part of it now).
4. Reading
5. Humor in life (Never lose this sense).
6. Honesty
7. Learning
8. Living my life to the fullest (I think this says everthing).

8 Words/Phrases I often use

1. Good Good Good..
2. Good hai yaar.
3. Cool h bhai.
4. It’s like..
5. Cool Man
6. Thek h
7. Arey yaar.
8. Abhi ke abhi bol.

8 Things I learnt from the past

1. Life goes on and on and on..
2. You are also important.
4. My decisions matter a lot.
5. Certain of God’s blessing arrive by shattering all the windows.
6. Past is a great teacher. No doubts (Failure to success conversion).
7. Whatever happens, happens for the good.
8. There is something like God for sure. May be an energy or something else.

8 Places I would like to go /Visit

1. Simla (I just love the place).
2. Andaman and Nicobar Islands.
3. Siachin Glacier
4. Pak Occupied Kashmir
5. Laddakh
6. Brazil (Carnival time)
7. Rome
8. Venice

8 Things I currently need/want.....

1. Some sleep.
2. The pair of sleepers I forgot in another room (Its cold in here).
3. It’s you my love (No blushing).
4. My followers increase to hundred in a minute.
5. Meet some of my very special friends
6. My phone (I think I left it somewhere)
7. Pick up my book and study.
8. Listen to the song ‘Tum Mile.’ (People sleeping will hit me)

8 Blogging Buddies I want to Tag
1) Chanz
2) Shivani
3) Chocolate lover
4) Chinmaya Dave
5) Supriya
6) Shas
7) Sana Hashmi (A new beginning
8) Anonymous

These are some of my answers. Lets c how you people do it.
Thanks a lot to Antarman once again.

Nuts...:)

Puking Love..

2010-01-18T23:02:00.000+05:30

Love is in the air,
Love is everywhere,
Love is a feeling,
That does not go anywhere.
Its hidden somewhere inside us,
Once found it changes the world.

This is not just my feelings. I hope those of you who have ever loved or are in love at this moment of time must have gone through this feeling. I could have filled the whole page (rather whole Web) defining LOVE, but then also some or the other feeling would have missed.

After getting recruited in Infosys, I forgot that I had to go back to the college also. Someone reminded me of exams by texting me and so I had to leave for the college immediately. Reached the bus-stand, bought a ticket and sat in the bus. Some aunty came asking for a double seat for her husband and her and I had to shift to the triple seat side. I have always prayed God to make my trips memorable by sending some bombshells in the bus. Even if she takes another seat, I can shift near her by making some funny excuses. But my prayers are still in the queue. I have the shittiest luck in any case, whether it is a train, a bus or a plane. Its kids rather than those bombshells who have always accompanied me in the longest of journeys I have ever gone through.

It’s a kind of advantage traveling with kids because sometimes they may offer you a joint seat If you are traveling with wait list tickets or have no reservation at all (sorry Laalu because after Mamta’s reign I haven’t travelled much). The parents offer you various food items and a luncheon like me can’t refuse to anything offered (even though warnings are displayed).

So this time also (as usual) there wasn’t any girl in the bus and the conductor shifted me to the front seat (near himself). I sat there and was listening to my I-Pod. I was tired like hell due to the 3 sleepless nights (2 in pressure and 1 in excitement). I didn’t know when I got asleep. But this sleep was short lived. The vibrating Devil doesn’t allow you take any kind of rest (There was a time when I wanted people to hear my L6’s ringtone and now it just vibrates..Haha). My friends called me up to congratulate me and asking about the interview (Thanks to the blog that my cassette needs no rewinding now).
5 different songs, some Marwari, Hadoti, fighting etc. etc. were all happening around. Everything was so subtle, so peaceful (unlike the bus environment). I just loved every event that time. But suddenly
Arey…Arey…… Uth jaldi Uth… Bhaisahab meri beti ko ulti aa rahi h (My daughter wants to puke). Khidki nahi khul rahi h (Windows are not opening..The same old bus..). Jaldi se bus rukwao (stop the fucking bus!).

I opened the window of my seat, jumped and picked the little kid from the seat and made her sit beside me rubbing her back. I don’t know what happened to me. A sudden caring sense got over me. She sat near me with her head out of the window for about an hour in the same posture. But there was no puking. It was really cold and I was wondering how a kid could stand to such cold breezes for an hour or so. I looked at her mother who was sitting quite comfortably with the rest of her kids (She was sleeping actually). Just out of curiosity, I asked the little girl whether she really wanted to puke.
To my amazement she said,” No.” That time I felt like someone has played with my feelings. But what I could have done? As I closed the window, I saw her tilting towards me and then she slept with my arm as her pillow. All the grit I had went off in a second. Her mother saw me and smiled and I smiled back at her. I said,” What an Idea Sirji..”. She slept on my hand for the rest of the journey and I could not move from there for a second (had to wait 3 long hours for peeing).

I don’t know why but I was very happy as I came out of the bus (Pee was not the only reason). Sometimes life takes you to roads which you never expect or ever think to take. It’s a game called Life and I am playing it as it is coming to me. Don’t know what emotions I had at that time. It’s all about love. Love someone and you also will come to know that each and every part of this universe is as lovable as you yourself are. Just try and love. The feeling is not lost still. It comes to you with different types of incidents, accidents and events. I am really in love and I don’t mind telling her again and again.

But that time it was different and it was Puking Love....

Nuts

Awardedly Tagged....!!

2010-01-16T00:15:00.000+05:30

I never thought that I would be able to get an award from someone for my writing. But their is someone who really appreciate my work (it doesn't mean that others do not). Thanks a ton Chanz a.k.a Madam Chanz. Being famous is fun. Some show this feeling out rightly while others secretively.

She has always motivated me by her valuable comments. Being tagged and awarded by her is like icing on the cake (Give me the power to control my emotions). There are times when happiness gives its overdoses (touch wood).

Sorry Chanz because I don't know how to use that award picture on the blog. I can't paste it on my blog. Teach me yaar...:(

Due to lack of time, I am coming directly to the point of answering the questions (What the F! Where are the questions?).

*checking Madam Chanz's Blog*

1) What is your current obsession?
Writing. Let me complete my book.

2) What are you wearing today?
Pleated pants, Grey High neck and a Jacket by adidas(No adds intended).

3) What’s for dinner?
Had chapati with Chana Daal and Kaju katli and Tilli ke Laddu.
*Slurp*

4) What’s the last thing you bought?
Sweets, sweets and sweets.

5) What are you listening to right now?
Dog Barks and a my computer's fan sound.

6) What do you think about the person who tagged you?
A sweet person with a great smile (although i haven't seen her).
A great writer and scribbler. Just love the way she reacts.
Hope to meet you some day..

7) If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the
world, where would you like it to be?
At a place where my loved ones are. KOTA will be the best place. I just love my
birthplace.

8) What are your must-have pieces for summer?
Undies and Ganjees.

9) If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
In a shell for hibernation(I am working like Nuts..)

10) Which language do you want to learn?
French. Left the course in between.

11) What’s your favourite quote?
I stared in the Eyes of God and guess what? He blinked.

12) Who do you want to meet right now?
Its her. I want to hold her close to me. She's a part of my inspiration.

13) What is your favorite timepass?
Reading and writing.

14) Give us 3 styling tips that work for you.
I am born stylish. No tips.

15) What is your dream job?
Something that makes me feel that I am working and learning at the same time. I
think I have one now.

16) What’s your favorite magazine?
Playboy (Haven't read yet. saying out of emotions). Please gift me one.

17) If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
I'll buy flowers for her, some sweets and will keep the rest with me (A baniya
by heart).

18) What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
Wearing a bikini over a Tee. I saw it somewhere in a movie.

19) Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Abhishek Bacchan

20) What kind of haircut do you prefer?
I dont know. I sleep at barber's shop. He cuts the hair himself(Try sleeping at
a barber shop. It feels great.)

21) What are you going to do after this?
Study for tomorrow's practical exam. Haven't touched the book(Thanks Chanz).

22) What are your favourite movies?
3 idiots (as for now), The Matrix, RDB, Swades

23) What inspires you?
Everything in this world conspires to inspire me...:)

24) What do your friends call you most commonly?
Mittal , Nippo, Battery, Nimbooda, Billu

25) Would you prefer coffee or tea?
Tea over a cup of coffee...hehehe.

26) What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
I write...

27) What makes you go wild?
Parties thrown anywhere, Farji marriage dance and LP music.

28) Which other blogs do you love visiting?
All the blogs in the list. The people I follow, I have to swallow..

29) Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
Kaju Katli, Sangam Barfi, Ras Malai.

30) How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?
7

31) Favorite Season?
I Love rains. Monsoon ain't a particular time.

32) If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
Anything for you mam. Guys stay away. I am a good cook.

33) What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
Ignorance is bliss...

34) What are you afraid of the most?
Accidentally hurting people.

35) When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you
thought?
Its been 4 days. How many more can you spend?? Oh! There is still time.

36) What brings a smile on your face instantly?
A funny thought or old lost memories.

37) A word that you say a lot?
"Good Good Good h.."

38) What would you do if you were made President of India for one day?
Make all the politicians hang in gallows or life imprisonment in the jail of
Andaman and Nicobar Islands. Apply Presidential Rule..

39) What is that one thing that keeps you going.
My passion and motivation by various people around me.

40) Who was your first love?
My chemistry teacher...

Rules for those who are tagged:

Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

Here are the people I am tagging:
1. Prateek Gupta
2. Sorcerer
3. Shivani
4. Chocolate Lover
5. Tara
6. Antarman
7. Tangerine
8. A new Beginning

Love you all. I am feeling euphoric. Thanks a lot to Chanz for giving me such a wonderful award. Loads of love..

Cheers

Nuts..:)

Nuts @ INFOSYS.......

2010-01-13T00:59:00.003+05:30

It is my pleasure to inform all my blog readers and lovers that your very own Nuts has been placed with India's Largest IT major INFOSYS. So now I have some important work other than boring you guys with my blog.

Someone just told me that your life is complete now as you now have a Job, a girl and u haven't yet finished your college. What more do you want from your life (After all it is always humans to want more.)

The process began in Kota with registration, a PPT (which many people confuse as power point presentation which actualy is a Pre Placement Talk), written exam and then an Interview. Once you are able to cope up with all these, you get though INFOSYS(Dont Mind the CAPS..)

I got through the written exam which had 2 parts:
1)Reasoning Test (Syllogism, Figures, data sufficiency, logical deductions)
2)English Proficiency Test (Sentence correction, 2 passages, Fill ups, Inference)

RS Agarwal's Verbal and Non-Verbal reasoning book would be enough for that (Although I didn't touched that). I solved Shakuntala Devi's Puzzle Book just to get a feel. Nothing else is needed. A study of 4-5 hours is sufficient.

The main part which needs to be cleared is your written exam. Interview is just a routine check-up like round. Though they do not select some people but maximum are selected. Interview is the most interesting part in any company's recruitment process (If you reach there). People with diverse backgrounds checking you on diverse topics (I am loving it.)

So here is the whole INFOSYS interview which I gave to a huge, tall, red turbaned and white bearded Sardar. I will call him Pappe. So lets begin the journey:

Nuts: May I come in Sir?

Pappe: Yes, my son..

Nuts:(Goes in and sits without asking and looks at him with a broad smile)Yes, Sir.

Pappe: Who told you to sit?

Nuts: (Laughing) Sor.. sooorrr... soooorrrryyyy sir...Hehe.

Pappe: (confused) Why are you laughing so much?

Nuts: This is what happens when you are selected for INFOSYS interview....hehe...

Pappe: Ohh!! (Laughs) Over excited fellow.

Nuts: Yes, sir.

Pappe: (Looking at my CV and form) Your father is in UCO Bank, brother in ICICI
bank and bhabhi in Suzlon, so why Infosys?

Nuts: Global vision sir. Entrepreneurial freedom is all what I want.

Pappe: Okay. Got you. U have so many GK awards. How do you keep yourself updated?

Nuts: Its very easy sir. I discuss everything with my father and brother. That
keeps me updated far better than internet and newspapers. Its a kind of
legacy passed on to me.

Pappe: (After deep thoughts) Richest NRI?

Nuts: (Got him) Mr. Laxmi Niwas MITTAL (emphasized the surname). The steel king.

Pappe: Some relations??

Nuts: (Ha! All HRs are same) No sir.

Pappe: U have traveled from Kota?

Nuts: No sir. From Ajmer.

Pappe: You are an electrical engineer.

Nuts: Going to be one in 6 months sir.

Papper: Differentiate between a motor and a pump?

Nuts: (Ringa Ringa roses, pocket full of..... going all around) A pump is a
motor's general name sir.

Pappe: Not convinced with your answer Mr. would be LN Mittal.
U can't fool an old Electrical Engineer.
(Asked about oil testing lab, transformer oil and blah blah blah)

Nuts: (What the Fuck! No more technical please) Well....

Pappe: How do you plan your studies?

Nuts: Actually I try to retain whatever is taught to me in the class. So I need no
planning. Time tables are already planned. And then you never know what will
happen to you the next moment (A white lie for sure..)

Pappe: Good man. So which was the last movie you saw and when?

Nuts: 3 Idiots Sir. Yesterday.

Pappe: (Astonished) Yesterday?? You were not preparing for this?

Nuts: I was all set for this sir. Just refreshed myself.

Pappe: What three things you learnt from it?

Nuts: 1) Pursue for excellence.
2) Spontaneity
3) Optimism (All is well)..

Pappe: Hmmmm.(Some GK quetions but remember that knowledge is never general..)
How do you get time for your extra activities? Do you write?

Nuts: (There you go! Caught ya) If you love to do something, then time comes out
naturally for that. I love writing. I blog and I have started writing my
own book of life.

Pappe: (Big sleepy eyes)And what will be its title?

Nuts: That you have to wait and watch sir. Buy a copy and make me rich.

Pappe: Any questions for me?

Nuts: Yes sir. (asked two questions to which he couldn't give satisfactory answers)

Pappe: Hope to see you in the future. BTW do you have a passport? Ready to settle
abroad?

Nuts: Yes sir I have a passport but I cant settle abroad (Swades WE THE PEOPLE..)

Pappe: (Sigh of relief) Thank you son.

Nuts: The pleasure was mine sir..

The results were declared after 2 grilling hours. When I heard my name, I couldn't control my emotions. I was so happy that I cried. I think this says a lot. Its obviously a feeling which can't be put to words. But yes, there is something called God for sure.

Just think of the smiling faces of your loved ones when you are appearing for any exams. This is what I did. Just think how happy will they be once you get selected. And then give it your best shot. No one can stop you in any field (Ha! I am good at philosophy also).

Just be cool and calm. Don't laugh like me at your mistakes. I was a lucky fellow that I got through. Thanks to Pappe. He created history(First student of college from first batch of electrical branch to get placed) by selecting me and so its NUTS @ INFOSYS..

Nuts....:)

Pranky Project

2010-01-08T00:07:00.000+05:30

I didn't expected 2010 to be so eventful in the very beginning. Submissions in college and life (love actually) went on simultaneously. Never thought that I would express my feelings in this way, but I did.

Searching for numbers in the Devil can be quite tiresome if you have nicknamed a person and you forget what nickname you gave. It tool me around 10 minutes and finally I my search came to an end at Jhandu.

Nuts: Wasss up Dude?

Jhandu: Bol be Mittal. Kya hua? (What happened?)

(I dont know who stole his enthu)

Nuts: What about our project? When do we have to submit it?

Jhandu: Tomorrow. I will be going to Chawla today(He meant tonight).

Nuts: (getting the signal) Okay. We'll submit it tomorrow. Be ready at 11.

This project of mine will be remembered as a milestone in history. It took around 15 days to finish up and what I found in the end was a permanent buzzing buzzer. Sometimes the project worked in a completely opposite sense. The buzzer buzzed whenever it ought not to. Putting all things in simple words I can say that our project went to a trip and got drunk. It acted the way it wanted while we were there to control it.

I am very much afraid of my HOD and I am kind of frightened whenever she's around. But as it is very rightly said that "Necessity is the mother of invention", I just thought of the prank I used to perform in the hostel.

I kept Jhandu out of it and we reached the college in style. We had the biggest looking project. Before the Doom's day meeting, I took the project to a nearby plug and switched it ON. And what the F! The lights went off in a bang. The wire shorting trick always works. It was my time now. We took it to the HOD and then what happened is history.

Nuts: Good morning mam! We are here with our project before the deadline.

HOD: Switch it on. Tell me how it works.

(She has never given a reply to my Wishes)

Nuts: (Plugs in the socket.) Oh! There is no power. What do we do now?
I have a class in 10 minutes.

HOD: (Devilish face)When will the light come?

Nuts: (Knowing that it takes 15 minutes to turn the Gen Set On.)
How would I know that mam? I think its the cut that was announced.
Can we just tell you how it works orally?
We have already demonstrated a major portion of it before.

HOD: (After a long pause) Okay. Tell me.

And then we finished explaining the project to her within that 15 minutes deadline.
She was convinced by the major talks by me and told me to get the Certificate signed tomorrow and bring the project again. But this time I was quite relaxed as I knew what to do to fool her. I went today and performed the same short circuit wiring and I think she got a clue today (Why the hell does light go off 5 minutes before you come to meet me?). But how would I know about it? She signed the certificates without much ado.

I didnt wanted to fool her(hehe) but conditions were like that. Its dangerous but doing engineering in Electrical helps a lot. There was some risk of getting caught if someone would have just pulled the MCB switch up. But I knew no one will think like that. So it was kinda risk which paid off and that too well. Remember people "No risks, No accompalishments."

So what are you waiting for. Go Engineers go. Make some pranky projects.

Nuts

Glimpses of 2009

2010-01-03T00:45:00.000+05:30

Years have always went past,
Years will come and go,
Would I be the same saint,
Or someone lost long ago??

Being poetic is fun sometimes (actually always). Starting with a poem and moving on in life to a further stage called Blogging.
I have begun writing the story of my life. I don't know when will it get published. But it will someday, for sure.

Thanks to the so many new relations and friends who have supported me always. I never thought that I could write but now I can challenge Archer and Rowling (Wait and watch people). The credit goes to someone who has never commented on any post of mine. (I don't know why she doesn't).

An year so short and long at the same time. I wanted some moments to remain forever while some to never revert back. Success and Happiness are short lived for sure. But you have to thrive for excellence all time.

Some events changed my whole life. I still can't understand the feeling which I have for those events. (Don't ask me)

Long lasting memories with friends and foes, fights and fun at various places, frightening people and Fully Faaltu Dhamaal at Farji dinners won't be forgotten.

I tasted both cakes of failure and success at the same time. Won many hearts but lost some at the same time. I will try and win them back again.

Found a new feeling called Love (My God! Its really great.). People say that I express very well. But what the F! I am still unable to tell her what I feel(And By God! I think she knows because there are times when I have expressed feelings by using the 7th sense).

2009 showed me all emotions like Love, betrayal, hate, envy, win, lose and blah blah blah. I seriously didn't meant what I said at many times. People might get you wrong if you are an expressive person with well coordinated expressions for each word and thought that you convey. Sorry If I have hurt someone.

Software glitch (F you CAT), swine flu testing (Its a horrifying feeling), uncleared cut-off (3 marks), losing the Ceasar's cut and the Indian army case (Lt. Col. Nuts signed out) were some of the setbacks. These setbacks have really helped me in overcoming a lot of things. Failures can be good too.

Celebrated the best Birthday ever without a party. Thank you guys. May you be there with me all the times because my life has just begun.

Spent quality time with 2 of my bestest friends in Kota. I Really miss them a real lot (Love you both).

Some promises are always unbroken. So no new promises for the running year. A roof-top party, paper dance, crackers and loud music started the year 2010. It was great fun. Then a movie with my sister in which I cried like hell. But now "All Is Well."

Years have always went past,
Years will come and go,
Would I be the same saint,
Or someone lost long ago?
I have learned from you,
I have laughed with you,
I have cried with you,
I have danced with you,
I am somewhere stolen a small part of you.
My life is a blend,
Of all your life's bends.
Thank you everyone for being there,
Saving my life from becoming a doctrinaire.

These are just the glimpses. Wait for the story.

Nuts

Overwhelmed!!

2009-12-26T12:05:00.001+05:30

18th Dec.

11:59:57

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19th Dec

00:00:00

I am 22 now.
Happy Birthday to me.
Finally I have got some time to wish myself a happy birthday.
College exams and some other competitive exams took over all the fun which was planned. But thanks to some of our teachers who were lenient enough to provide us with the question paper an hour before the exams.
Wishes started flowing from 11:00 pm on 18th and the devil didn't let me rest until the 20th morning. This post of mine is dedicated to all my friends who called and wished me on my birthday.
As promised earlier, I am writing down the names of people who called me in chronological order. But before that I must mention my parents and my Bhaiya and Bhabhi who have always stood behind me in the gravest of situations. Without their support I could not have achieved whatever I have in my short duration. My intellect come from my father and the writing skills from my mother. The caring nature comes from my Brother and practicality from my Bhabhi. I love you very much.

Now for the friends. Here is the list.
1) Ankit a.k.a Painjon (wished me at 11)
2) Neha a.k.a Talli (She has been the first for the second time..)
3) Gazal a.k.a Nanu (15 missed calls and then a message, Sweet friend)
4) Vinita a.k.a Rajputani (Whenever she called I was busy with someone else)
5) Manita a.k.a Sweetie
6) Samreen a.k.a Sam
7) Ashish a.k.a Kauwa
8) Jitendra a.k.a Draupadi
9) Neha a.k.a Teacher
10)Rishabh a.k.a Jai Veer (Is this name for real man?)
11)Rohit a.k.a Captain (Same story of being busy)
12)Pulkit a.k.a Pullu (We celebrated it much before man, Thanks)
13)Shaifali a.k.a ----
14)Parul a.k.a Sister (It felt great talking to you sis)
15)Pushplata a.k.a pushpa
16)Aditi a.k.a Rimpi
17)Megha a.k.a Meghi
18)Ritika a.k.a Chinki
19)Ankit a.k.a Scientist (My oldest school mate)
20)Deepanshu a.k.a Deepu ()My best friend)
21)Parshvi a.k.a Paro (How sweet..)
22)Deepshikha a.k.a Deepa (Better than anyone)
23)Rahul a.k.a Junior
24)Nishant a.k.a Chughi (You'll surely get a party dude)
25)Ankita a.k.a Lnda Goodman (Horos do work)
26)Priyanka a.k.a Dinki D
27)Richa a.k.a Delicacy
28)Aditya a.k.a Adi Bhai
29)Gaurav a.k.a Khandu
30)Anant a.k.a Dare Devil
31)Naufil a.k.a Chacha
32)Khushi D a.k.a Khush
33)Mayanka D a.k.a Mickey Mouse
34)Veena D a.k.a Hong Kong
35)Anjali a.k.a Shakira
36)Sandhya a.k.a Sandy Singh
37)Manali a.k.a Shimla (Unexpected)
38)Shweta a.k.a Bubble Gum
39)Priyanka a.k.a ____
40)Nikhil a.k.a Aglaa
41)Amit a.k.a Body Builder
42)Ankita a.k.a Miss Infosys
43)Subrato a.k.a Chachu
44)Barkha a.k.a Bakra
45)Prachi a.k.a Phodu (Dont Hit me. Its true..)
46)Vinita a.k.a Chatter patter (you are the queen..)
47)Vyom a.k.a Chuha (Various numbers dont work dude.)
48)Praveen a.k.a Gunda
49)Shrey a.k.a Sherry (Balance Over)
50)Divya a.k.a _____
51)Anant a.k.a Teddy
52)Nidhi a.k.a Lost (Even though I reminded her, but thats normal)
53)Shweta D a.k.a Friend
54)Prateek a.k.a Tunnn (We Rock dude..)
55)Prashant a.k.a Pasu (Hard work pays)
56)Tushar a.k.a Bhaiya (Expected the first from you)
57)Ashutosh a.k.a Lambu
58)Pragati a.k.a Billi
59)Prashant Bhaiya a.k.a jindal Steel
60)All my lovely bhabhies and would b bhabhies (I am your youngest Dewar, so beware)

For all those who messaged, scrapped or wrote on my wall, thanks a ton.
There are many other names to write but the post will go longer and longer.
I could not leave the devil even for a minute. The invigilators allowed me to attend calls while I was giving exam.
Many new experinces and many new happening to share with you lot, but I fell ill and couldn't concentrate on anything properly.
What I can say is that I am Overwhelmed and hope all of you people call me again on my next birthday.

Nuts

Foes to Friends.

2009-12-09T12:15:00.001+05:30

"Love can heal anything." This line is unonymously used in almost all bollywood movies. The application of this seemed hypothetical to me until the 7th of December.
Interesting things and events occur while I am with the Devil. This time again that special someone was on the line and I was just roaming about near my father's office waiting for him to get free from his work. While talking I saw my father coming down (winding up the talks) and he handed me the keys of our Car as he was leaving for some other work. I was asked to wait again and my stomach knew no bounds of hunger. So I decided to park the car and and eat something 'CHATPATA'.

As I parked the car and came out of it, I saw a huge, drunk, black (although color doesn't matter) man standing in front of me with folded hands and a helmet on his head. He removed his helmet and with a heavy tone :

Mr. Black: Take the car out of my sight.

[An angry black man double my size, get ready to fight Lt. Nuts]

Me: What? Is this place yours?

[Black man getting furious]

Mr. Black: Don't you dare raise my anger. I told you, just do as I say.

[Removing my watch and opening a shirt's button]

Me: What the hell can you do? There are other cars parked here already. I am not going anywhere else.

[Confidently turning a back to him]

Mr. Black: *Some abuses*

[Removes his helmet and run towards me. Are you going to kill me?]

Me: Wait there. Whats your problem dude? Arey arey.....

[There was no stopping him and I had to dodge him. Again the same abuses.]

Mr. Black: Take the car out I say or i will break either your head or the car's glasses. Just don't dare park here. All the bankers park their vehicles here and I can't even shit properly. Tell the bank to make a parking place here.

[So its a serious matter involving shit.]

Me: Okay. Let me park and I'll surely take your words to the authority. Actually I came here for the tender published by the bank for making a parking slot out here.

[I don't know what made me say this. But it worked like anything.]

Mr Black: [Less furious now] What? You are here for making a parking??

[The effect was fast. And i used it to the fullest.]

Me: Yes. I am a contractor. Here to talk about the thing what troubles you the most.
Don't worry I am taking my car out of here. I will sort out something and will look for a new place where cars can be parked. It generates a lot of money you see. Around 10-12 thousand a month.

[I opened the car gates and he came running to me.

Mr. Black: Sir, please forgive me. 'Ye to meri Daaru bol rahi thi.' Tell me where do you want to park the car. I will do it sir.

[Movies can turn into reality, Jaane tu....]

Me: Okay. Leave the car here only. There is still some time for me to go up there. I am going to eat something. I will surely put your name at the top in parking providers list.

[Confidence building up now, Felix Felicis]

Mr. Black: Thank you sir! I know a man who makes great burgers. He's my friend. I will take you to his shop.

[I am so naughty *grin*]

Me: Okay.

And then I had a burger better than any Subways in the world (When things are free, they become even better). He was confident that something good is going to happen in a few days. I assured him that Govt. things take time and it might take 6-7 months for the tender to pass (by then I will complete my engineering). I took his word that he won't be bad with the bankers and will let people park their cars at that place of construction.

Although I fooled him, it was the love that was there in my "chikni chupdi" talks that made him throw his weapons. I kept my word of conveying his message to the authorities. All of them laughed like nuts. They couldn't believe my way of handling him as there had been accidents with people tackling him.

I don't know the kind of treachery I used. Obviously I didn't wanted to hurt his feelings. The authorities agreed on my point (shit matters). To my astonishment, the bank has issued a tender regarding the parking place.

When I went there yesterday, He greeted me well and asked me about the proceedings in parking case. I could say nothing but gave him an assuring smile. and one more thing, his name was KAALU (no sentiments hurt, I hope)

How much time does it take to become a Foe? I don't know the answer. But I know the time it takes to turn Foe to a Friend. Let Love Prevail....

Nuts

Black And Green

2009-12-01T23:28:00.001+05:30

I have this habit of roaming about nearby my house while talking on the phone or thinking something productive (Which ain't productive at all).

It was just another funny day and I was talking to someone special on the Devil (The hour count has reached 400 now). I usually don't keep track of my whereabouts while I am talking effortlessly on the Devil. I have lost my way around 5 times (A blind follower of walk while you talk ad).

This time also, I reached an unknown place and very obviously, I didn't knew where had I left my home behind. Although most places I discovered when I get lost were beautiful as I live in a hilly area, the sight of this place was not a very scintillating type. This time Columbus had discovered a small valley where most people dumped their house wastes. There were heaps of garbage and wastes. I saw some tarry black smoke coming out from one of the heaps which was about 99% burnt. The sight had already made a diversion in my talks and I couldn't concentrate on a single thing. Then came a kid in rags and gave the heap a blow with his huge stick. The burnt part got scattered here and there and he picked up some half-burnt poly bags and ran away waving his stick in the air.

I could imagine the condition of burnt Lanka by Hanuman (Part of Ramayana) at the sight of this newly discovered land. The scene reminded me of the inferno that took place 2 years ago nearby our home in Kota. It was like Hell.

While I was about to finish my talks and turn my back at this sight, I saw something very tiny, very green and very fresh in between the ash. I couldn't take my eyes off from this little creature. It had an appeal, actually a prayer. I don't know what variety it belonged to, but I have learnt that plants do possess life. And yes what better example of life can you provide.

While the whole world is fighting over carbon credits and CFC reduction, this creature wass doing its job silently and serenely. Although very nominal, but this infant was contributing to the cause (Global Warming). Acting in the worst conditions, it was giving life to numerous organisms. Its rightly said that " Kamal to Keechad mein hi ugta hai". So there always is and will be, a ray of hope. I had never felt the color green like that before. Neither had I observed a tiny thing like that before. But then nature is dynamic.

Hope can't be given away. If there is hope, there is everything and if its not, then nothing.

Get as many carbon credits you want but what credit are you going to give to this tiny contributor? Actually you are not even eligible to give credit to this magnificent fighter and survivor. Its up to us how we make and maintain our nature (Each one, teach one, plant one). Its not about black and white anymore. The battle has itself chosen a new opponent, Green. Now its all about a new war between Black and Green.

Nuts

A Piece Of Peace..

2009-11-27T00:04:00.000+05:30

26/11/08
Last year..
For me it was just another day of my life. The same rush to college, canteen kachori, some drooling around and finally back to home. Played some NFS Most Wanted and reached the level of most wanted number 4. How happy I was. What an accomplishment! Slept as usual like Kumbhakaran, woke up, had a Tea, increased my bounty to 85lakhs and slept again. The world would have been much better if you were allowed to sleep all day and kill time as I used to do (and still doing).
Smack That all on the floor,
Smack that give me some more..

H-He-Hello!

What hello? Open the TV set right now.

[It was my father’s call]

Me: Kya hua Papa? Wait! I am just turning the TV on.

Papa: Make it fast. There is a news of some firing and blasts in Mumbai.

Me: (Still half sleeping) Yeah!!

[Breaking News. Breaking news.] There is nothing papa. Just the same breaking news.

Papa: Shut up! Change the channels. You’ll find it somewhere.

Me: (alert this time) Okay.

[ Ye khabar sabse pehle aap tak laaya hai India TV. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah dhamako ki khabar aa rahi h aur lagta hai k ek baar fir aatankwadio ne bharat par hamla kr dia hai…..]

And then the scenes I saw were unreal. I gave a short description of the happenings to Papa of the then present conditions. I was dumbstruck to the TV surfing all the news channels like nuts. Even if I was not the one who was affected by all this but then also the sight sent a chill. The live telecast which ran through that time is unforgettable. Media and market, making full use of this time, brought up new ads for the viewers. Just then I saw a car coming from somewhere making blind fires. People got down and they just ran away. It was the terrorists who had just passed in front of everyone killing and injuring many. Then there was news of the terrorists entering the Taj, The Oberoi and various other places. People were made hostages and some were killed on the spot.

Bang Bang Boom Boom was all I could make out from the sounds that were coming. Continuous fire from our NSG and the terrorists created hell at one of the World’s Most Trusted Hotels. There was fire at various places and one of the domes was blown-off by grenades. I could move an inch from my place since the time I turned the TV on. I felt helpless for all those who were in there. I could do nothing but watch the TV and surf different channels.

People enjoying their birthdays, companies discussing their future plans, anniversary celebrations and party for nothing, which we friends usually do, must have been going on at that time when the terrorists attacked. The attack began from a local train station where there was blind firing again. Several docile people were killed.

Some birthdays would not be celebrated anymore. Some anniversaries would not reach silver or golden level. Some plans would never be accomplished. Some ideas would never come into practice. Many policemen sacrificed their lives for us. For some people there was no one to claim.

Does it make any sense killing people like us? Where the hell is it written to kill your fellow men? The fight was on for 4 days and the result was very normal. One caught rest dead (The one caught has made the govt. of our country to spend 31 crores, the amount which could have enlightened 7 villages). There is still no result of the numerous trials that were being held in the past year.

I couldn’t sleep for those 4 nights and used to check the news in the middle of the night. My aunt’s friend lost her brother in the firing at the railway station. That time I felt that it could have been me or maybe you. God knows what’s in store for you the next second. I wore white colored clothes today for paying homage to the martyrs and who lost their lives in vain.

Yesterday, on the TV, I saw that child from some foreign land who lost his parents in that attack but was not crying at all. Wish I could be a child once again. We live in a country of Gandhi and follow his twin principles of non-violence and truth. Is this what makes the terrorists gain strength over us? I am not suggesting any measures to combat such situations (May such situations never occur). But we all need to be vigilant and alert at our own level. This would surely be a true homage to those who died that day.

We want to live in peace and harmony. I am a peace lover and I think that if these terrorists were taught the virtue of peace then they would leave their weapons for sure. I don’t think they ever experience peace in their lives until they die. Please understand this much that we just want peace and nothing else. When are you, yes you Mr. Al Kayda, Lashkar, IM and whatever, going to taste that Piece of Peace???

26/11/09

My homage to all……..

Nuts.

When You're Gone....

2009-11-23T12:13:00.001+05:30

Wonder what happens when the object with which you have spent a major part of your life just goes away or becomes non-existent in a single bang (A bang that’s 3 times as fast as the speed of sound)?

I could not resist the feel for writing this post. When such things happen, you are broken. What I have lost is something that everyone valued. It gave me an identity of my own but now it is gone.

It is time for everyone of my group to groom and prepare for interviews for admission to colleges and getting placed in companies. For qualifying in an interview, it is always said “To Be Yourself”. But an interview nowadays is a mere degree up to which the Interviewer can be persuaded.

I was the one who gave the longest interview in the college to the Indian Army. But the outcome was prejudiced. I don’t understand what bias these army people have in their mind. I tried to be myself (actually I was myself) at the interview, but what these people want is all those sugar coated answers.

But this time it will not be the real me who will be facing the interviews. It has to be someone else. I will give them what they want.

Now I have broken up all the emotional ties with the thing (not just a thing) that I was having from the past 4 years. And yes, I am feeling so downhearted at this lost.

Well, it’s the very famous “Caesar’s Cut” a.k.a “Goti” a.k.a “Tikla”. Just a few hours back I had a chat with my brother who persuaded me to get this off of my visage. I was totally astonished to see my face without the Goti on my face (Being there for 4 years and now off in a macho bang). When the sword was out to wipe out the enemy, I felt like a thousand knights were approaching towards me to knock me down. Each and every hair that fell down was filling up the puddle of blood. The war between emotions and practicality finally ended with a lot of bloodshed. You decide who got slaughtered in this act of war?

What am I going to whirl around while I am thinking (Missing you so much this time)?

On which object will I perform all the experiments that I used to perform on you (and with you)?

Feels like I am lost somewhere. This is not me. The originality is lost. I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. But for consoling myself, I painted the mirror black at the very spot where my chin was seen. It really gave me a sigh of relief.

On looking at my gloomy face my father said,”Ye to ghar ki kheti hai. Aa Jaegi.” He boosted up my ruined morale by telling his own story of the removal of the long beard which he used to keep when he lived in Bihar about 23 years ago. He said “It really feels like a hammer being hit on your heart. But sometimes the hammering gives fruitful results. And then it is not the end of the world.”

This is what I am hoping for, some juicy results. Let’s see what happen when you’re gone…..

Nuts

Crushing The Love!!

2009-11-11T01:06:00.001+05:30

'Crush'. The word says it all. The numerous meanings which this scintillating word has are as follows:

Crush (Krush) --- to gnash (teeth), crash, break.
   --- to press between two opposite forces so as to break or injure.
                         --- to grind into small particles or powder.
   --- to subdue or supress by force.
                         --- to oppress harshly.

English, being a funny language, has always been very interesting. The dual meaning words have always fascinated me. Here comes 'The Baap Of All' meanings.

Crush (Kruh-sh) --- An Infatuation

This meaning of the word is quite a confusing one. How the hell have the lexicographers created such a great difference in meanings of the same word?
A man is broken to pieces or crushed when he has lost his love. But the meaning gives the sign of a new love.
What a clash (And I just love clashes like this.)!!

What I have seen and observed is that a crush is rather a 'love crusher'. Crush being an infatuation can occur anytime and anywhere. But I can say this very surely that love happens only once in life. I deeply regret the fact that whenever I loved someone or just wanted to show my affection, I could not say or do so.

I was (am actually) really confused about the word and the thought that it gave. Whenever I interacted with someone beautiful or someone who can match up with my frequency of thoughts, the first thought that came to me was 'You won't fall in love with her. Its just a crush.' While the battle always ran through at the back and kept on hammering the nails (the war between crush and love).

I wonder how many crushes I had in my short life. From the very hot chemistry teacher (still miss her) of class 10, sexy seniors, jaunty juniors and some classy classmates to all those whom I have keenly observed and found qualities that fulfill my conditions of a perfect love, there is none whom I could say or in anyway express the 3 magical words. That's love been crushed (Getting my point?)

I am still unaware of the fact that what is existent? Is it the Crush or is it the Love? Crushes usually occur around 3-4 times a day (This is purely my rate). But the love feeling is still to come (I won't follow Paulo's theory of soul mates for sure in which you are able to see some sort of light at the left shoulder of the person you love).

After all these happenings and experiences (in my very small life), I can obviously say that Love is an altogether different feeling from what crush is. A crush might end up in a love story but this usually don't occur.
There is nothing like 'love at first sight'. Its rather 'Crush at first sight' and then it might get converted to love.

Have lots of crushes people and don't ask those silly questions (like me) to yourself. It's time to spread affection and love. If someone kisses you on right cheek then put forward your left cheek or you can also reply with the same gesture of love. Love is in the air. Just don't keep crushing your love..

Nuts

Facing The Book V/S Facebook

2009-11-01T00:31:00.001+05:30

I wonder how many days does an Engineering student study in an year. I consider myself as one of those intelli group members and gives around 10 days for the final exam preparation.Times have changed and will have the same dynamic nature throughout times. Now it has come down to 4-5 days at the max. Whenever I sit down to face my course books, there is a thing ( don't know what form of matter are these websites ) which keeps on attracting (distracting now) me towards it. I know you undergo the same dilemma, Face the book or go to Facebook.
These SNS ( social networking sites ), are, in my opinion, the most unsocial mode of communication.
Rather than increasing the social skills ( as was expected ), these SNS have depleted the gregarious nature of our human breed called Homo Sapians. I wonder how many of us are known to this fact that human beings are called Homo Sapians, but most of us know at least these fictitious facts about themselves---

Which movie star resembles you?
Are you good in Bed?
Are you a retard?
How dirty is your mind?
What does your eyes say about you?
What animal are you?
What alcoholic drink are you?
Who likes you?
Who wants to date you?
Are you a good f#*K?
Blah Blah Blah...........................

It's an unending list and even I don't know about the many quizzes I gave. You just post any arbit quiz here and check how many people take it ( in full spirits ). People don't remember the number of subjects they have in a semester but they never forget the number of friends they have on Orkut, Facebook etc.

I am unable to understand all those wars that goes on in Orkut communities like---

Boys v/s Gals
Add 2, subtract 2 (enhancing your mathematical skills)
Best thing in the profile of the person above you.
Cutest and ugliest smiles.
and blah blah blah....

Start a topic and you see how many voters and posts you get just to get false winning feel. The matter rests in the bags or shelves while the unknown matter is going global. What a sarcasm!!

The perplexity lies in the fact that whether these SNSs are worth as some people say or are they 'A Giant Leap For Mankind'? No doubt that I found many of my old friends via the orkut and facebook friend finder, but at the sane time I lost contact with them. I atleast gave a thought from my idle mind for them before but now I have so many friends (old n new) that there is no chance of giving them even a thought. I see friend requests, accept them and forget them at the same time.

I again wonder that how are we going to face the real book, the book of life, which teaches us everthing?

Who says wars are over? They are getting bloody day by day (Mafia wars to Vampire wars). Some of my friends pleaded me to join their farm or Mafia network. People are even prosecuted for things which they feel are right in a country which has freedom of speech (Don't Tweet). Go dude! Fight for a cause.

Its good to socialize, but physically. Today we are socializing in a world which even the makers don't know exist or not (The Matrix).
I don't know where am I stuck? I know I am not facing the book, but the probability of facing it in the near future can't be made even .999999 from 1. The predicament is never ending (let something new come) and still the war is on, Facing The Book v/s Facebook.
Nuts..

Birth Of A Star

2009-10-21T00:27:00.000+05:30

Getting through an Engineering College in India is a very easy task ( IITs including nowadays ). When I was not selected in the JEE examination, I suddenly observed that many new ways of achieving my dreams were opened in the form of various other colleges.

I got through one of Rajasthan's Govt. Engineering Colleges in the holy city of Ajmer. I was excited and at the same time a bit afraid of all the ragging procedures which I had heard about. Then there were people who told me some ragging stories of the Medical college in Ajmer which included peeing on heater, standing in a lake for hours, hair therapy ( balding ), getting naked in front of girls and blah blah blah!!!
But the excitement of going to the college overcame all my fears (I came, I saw, I am conquering). The first few days in the hostel were really peaceful as there were no seniors in the hostel. We were the kings of wet nights and dry days. But happiness was short lived. In fact it is..

Seniors (hungry wolves) arrived and we juniors (meek lambs) were called in their rooms one by one. I heard many of my mates crying with their heart out (Still wonder what the fu*#ing wolves asked??). I was mugging up the intro (a series of names of each and every member of your family, the exams you gave and no abbreviations allowed, hobbies, mast*^bation rate per month....... ) which was expected from us to recite in a single breath, when I heard 'Nipun Mittal, First Year Elec.'.(These people knew more about me than myself). I went in and saw the seniors sitting here n there randomly, some busy in their cellphones and some reading MASTRAM (Cheapest form of literature but arousing for sure). I was asked to give the intro which I finished in 6 takes (The fastest among the lot). Then a senior asked me to strip which I obviously refused to do. They looked quite impressed with my English. So I was given an English song to sing after an hour. They copied the song in a pen drive and sent me in another room.

I played the song and to my horror, found that it was Eminem's Lose Yourself (without lyrics). I heard the song 4-5 times in a row but was not able to understand even a single line of the song. As said rightly that 'Necessity is the mother of invention', I opened the play speed settings of the media player and made the song a moaning verse. I could now understand something and slowly and steadily I wrote the whole song like this. Then I practiced singing with the same accent and style and was prepared in time. I was called again and to everyone's (and mine too) surprise, I rapped (you dirty minds) without any hesitation and limps. They hailed me like anything and a Rapper was born.

Ragging might be painful and excruciating for some people but it made me a passionate rapper. It was a kind of PDP (personality development program) for me. My music inclination drifted away and I learned all the Eminem Raps in a very short period. But its been a long time since I have heard that very first RAP of mine.Passion remains but things go by. Priorities change with time. Be unknown to music and you will feel the real charm that music has. I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to. At some point in my life I was chasing the fastest rapper in the world. But now I have no time even to listen to my competitor (No laughs people). I no longer use the play speed controller.

My college has given me a lot. I don't know what you people have got, but there are things which happen in student life which might take you places. Learn from each and everything and don't ever give up. You'll surely find one or the other way of doing a thing or you will come to know about the ways by which your aim can't be achieved. I remember when I used to stammer and now I can RAP faster then Eminem (Exaggeration). So the PDP proved quite helpful and even if it added nothing to the lives of many, it gave birth to a STAR.....

Stages Of Life......

2009-10-01T02:20:00.001+05:30

You might be thinking what has happened to me that I am writing on such a topic that defines the various stages of life. This study is done by various scholars and Indian Saints in the past and I don't know when those TOI people turn up with some new research developed in this field too (which they usually do). Well my research is based on a lot of facts which I think can dislocate any research theory on this topic.
The Indian saints divided the human life in 4 Ashramas according to the age and responsibility of a normal human being. The 4 stage division according to our Vedas (the ultimate source of Wisdom) is as follows:

1) Brahmacharya - (20-25 years) This is the time when a man leads the life of a student and practices celibacy.

2) Grihastha - (25-50 years) In this stage a man has to balance both his social and familial duties. He gets married and takes care of the society and his family and puts his knowledge to use.

3) Vanaprastha - (50-74) This is the step to partial renunciation. This is the time when a man starts searching the path which will lead him to the divine.

4) Sanyassa - (74-till death) In this stage, a man completely snaps off his worldly ties. Men becomes ascetic and devotes his life to God's service.

Even though this system of life is still followed consciously or unconsciously in India and other countries, I dont believe in such a system. After all, who lives such a long life.nowadays? A man and not to forget a woman studies for an average of 28 years and gets married at an age of 32-33 years. I have seen people work even after getting retired which cancels the probability of a man turning out to be a Sanyassi. Everyone live for themselves these days. So the Vedic system becomes crap if applied today.

Here is the system which I advocate to be true if applied to a man living today's life. The theory has been named as 'The Nuts Theory Of Living' and considers no age boundaries or responsibilities that the past Vedic system considered. So 'The Nuts Theory Of Living' goes like this:

The various stages in the life of a man are given as under:

1) Bachpan - All the time which has gone by or the past time in a man's life is Bachpan. I have heard people say (including me) that ," Ye to bachpan ki baat h yaar", even if the event has occured a day or a minute before.

2) Kacchi Jawaani - As advocated by some of my mates, this is the time of life when you start ma&;t$*b@ting. I think you can understand what brought these people to such a conclusion. Then there are people who say that Jawaani is the time when your face gets filled up with a lot of pimples and whiteheads. Some relate Jawaani with the appearance of beard and mustache.
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3) Pakki Jawaani(Middle Part of Jawaani) - This stage is defined by having a girlfriend no matter you are studying in a school or a college. If you are roaming around with a girl then people come and say that ,"Jawaani pakki ho gai" or " Ab to londa pakka jawaan ho gaya."

4) Gai Jawaani (Oldest Part of Jawaani)- This stage is marked when your life is pissed off by various girls and now you are going to do a job or breaking up with the present girlfriend and making up with the old one again (if you are lucky enough then a new one). People taunt you saying ," Gai Jawaani.beta." You meet people with lesser regard and say ," Apna to Budhapa aa gaya yaar."

5) Adherh (अधेढ़) - When you realize that ," Sab Moh Maya h." This situation arrives twice I think. People just couldn't tolerate anything and become frustated with their life due to work load or study load.

7) Jawaan Budhapa - This stage occurs when you are fully pissed off by your job that you are doing from a long time and want to travel the whole world with your spouse. This might occur at a very early age nowadays as high earning professionals get into this condition much faster than those earning a decent amount.At this point of time, you spend your savings. You consider yourself as the youngest person alive and do things that you couldn't do even when you were young (The adrenaline rush). People might point you out saying ,"Budhape mein Jawaani chha rahi h."

6) Budhapa - This is the time when you realize that you are good for nothing and no one in this f*#king world cares for you. This might occur to you anytime in your life (No age boundaries dude). You become a burden on Earth as soon as this thought comes to your mind. So don't ever think this. You no longer want to live and the thought of "Moh Maya" keeps on tickling you.

This theory is much more applicable in the lives that we are living today. Applied to the so called mango people, I feel this theory suggests a person's real stages of life.
I don't know what researchers would do with my theory but I am convinced that this theory will surely send some scholars to come and take my interview on the research I did. I am open to make amendments to the theory if I get the proper evidence of your suggestive points. So, what are you thinking people?
Still stuck in the Stages of Life?
Nuts

A Jaagran In Disguise!!!

2009-09-25T00:23:00.001+05:30

I don't want to hurt anybody's feelings by this post of mine but then this is what I noticed at a Jaagran just before a few minutes. I couldn't bear such an insult of our deity and came back home.
I am a partially atheist person. When I woke up today in the morning, I saw a pamphlet which had large letters inscribed on it calling all the (so called) MATA KE BHAKT. The pamphlet was quite a persuasive one and even I got persuaded to attend the JAAGRAN as it was near my home.
The day went by very normally in many anticipations for my future.
I had a glimpse of the preparation for the night in the evening. It looked impressive.
The JAAGRAN started at 8:00 p.m sharp and I could feel the thumps that sound energy from the place was bringing to my room. I am still feeling the same and this time a bit harder.
I went there at 10 and got a seat. The first song I heard was 'KAJRARE KAJRARE' in praise of our deity. Wow!! I thought. What the hell is going on here. Am I sitting in a club? Who the hell has composed this song in MATA's praise? Still searching for the answers, I heard another cheapo. It was yet another item number taken from a bollywood movie which I can't write here. God knows what will happen to me, if some Bajrang Dal volunteer read my blog (If he ever know how to read...Haha).
It was getting over the head and I had to return back home before I could hear any more of those cheapo songs. The people proclaiming themselves as the biggest BHAKTS are doing such an act. If a partial atheist like me can get hurt, then I don't know what is the condition of the truest of the devotees.
I can hear something. Wait. Whats this?? 'ITS THE TIME TO DISCO'. Wow!! This man is sure going places. More'....1 2 3 4.... '. What more should I say? Everything is possible in our country.
Is this hypocrisy or professionalism? I can't understand the difference anymore. Friends Do help me find the answer in this regard as I am highly confused. This I think is the drawback of being a partial atheist.
This post wouldn't be complete wihout your suggestions. So here is d blank_________________________

Nuts...

An Interview With Army..

2009-09-22T19:23:00.005+05:30

'Dhan Te Nan' [Devil Ringing] 'Dhan Te Nan'...

"What??" "Repeat the God damn line dude."
And then the connection was lost.
What I could make out of such a short conversation was that Indian Army was coming to our college for their UES posts.

My heart started thumping fast and my stomach was feeling the chill that was sent in every nook and corner of my body on hearing the news of the first company coming to our college for our recruitment.
With a highly myopic eye, I didn't knew whether I was eligible to sit in the process(Which I later came to know was not required for these posts). I was complying with all their requirements.

I was not able to distinguish between my feelings of excitement and butterflies.
There was an elated feeling of sitting in my first job interview while the fear of appearing in front of an Army Chief Commanding Officer was much more dreadful.

I completed all the requirements which one has to in order to appear in an interview. I asked my Bhabhi (MBA-HR, truly the Goddess of this field) about the questions which they might ask. I was fully prepared to face 'Hell'. I couldn't sleep the night before the Doom's Day and kept on sleeping the next day till noon. Luckily my interview was scheduled at 5 in the evening. I didn't go anywhere (except the bathroom off-course). I shaved my beard and kept my authentic 'Tikla' in place. My friends suggested me not to, but then have I ever listened to anything other than my heart.

At 4 pm my calmness went to the jungle. Even 'Dhan Te Nan' was not able to take me out of that situation. It took me half an hour to match my clothes. I got ready and forgot to comb my hair.
When I asked my friend about my look, he couldn't control his laughter. I changed the clothes again and this time I was dressed to perfection as people said when I reached the Great Hall.
People there were sharing their experiences inside. One of my friends was asked for push-ups(Roadies inspired interview), another was just asked the meaning of his name and so on.

I could imagine that the Commanding Officer(CO) was a tough nut to break as I saw the faces of my friends who had already faced the interview.

"Nipun Mittal, 7th Sem". "Shit! That sounds like my name. No it is my name. Jai Shri Ram, Jai Hanuman, and all the 8 crore Gods. Help me Mummy, Papa." And I went in. I felt as if I have entered a whole new place with 3 strong built men(Got inferiority at that very moment) and what I notice about them first was their large moustache. The chill went in deeper. I gathered all my strenth and went ahead. The war has just began....

Sgt. Nuts(That's me): Ggood Evening Ssir!

CO: A very Good evening kid. Have a seat.

[Do I look like a kid??]

CO: Why have you kept this? Don't you think it's odd?

[Looking at my Goti]

Sgt. Nuts: Pardon!

CO: I am talking about this Aamir Khan 'Goti' that you have kept young boy.

[Is this what he is going to ask me all the time?]

Sgt. Nuts: I keep it because I like it, Sir.

[Confidence pouring into me, I don't know from where.]

CO: Are you a Muslim? Muslims generally keep this kind of things.

[The Indo-Pak war continues]

Sgt. Nuts: Sir, India is a secular country. i don't believe in all such Hindu-Muslim crap.
I keep it because I like it.

[An astonished CO, Yessss]

CO: So you really like it or your girlfriend has told you?

Sgt. Nuts: I LOVE IT..

CO: Your name?

[ Now you are talking sense]

Sgt Nuts: Nipun Mittal.

CO: You have some relation with that steel tycoon LN Mittal?

Sgt. Nuts: All Baniyas are brothers, so he must be my uncle.

[ Laughung CO, Yesss again]

Then he asked me my place of birth, my areas of interest and about Ajmal Kasaab. I was answering like a machine. I don't know from where that flow came to me. But the battle doesn't finish here.

CO: Is this your first interview?

Sgt Nuts: Yes sir.

CO: So, why Indian Army?

Sgt. Nuts: Its a job of Immense Responsibility and Discipline.

CO: F*#k all responsibility and discipline. I am fed up. Give me something new.

[ What the F! The F word? CO giving a horrifying expression]

Sgt. Nuts: I can Directly serve the country being in the army. No indirect serving like others.

CO: How others serve indirectly?

Sgt. Nuts: Others give their contribution in GDP. I can serve the country directly.

CO: Your perception is wrong my boy. The GDP decides the Army budget.

[ Over confidently, confident]

Sgt. Nuts: That's what I didn't knew Sir. I may be wrong at times.

CO: Cool dude! Thanks for coming.

Sgt. Nuts: Thank you, sir.

I was expecting a more rigorous kind of an interview. but I felt great after coming out. I told my story to others and gave them some confidence. Friends told me that I had the longest interview til now. It went on for about 10 minutes. After me the CO got pissed up and gave people some writing tasks. I can understand his situation (Still remembering the F word).

The result ain't out yet. I am optimistic about the outcome. Lets see when the war gets over....

Sgt. Nuts signing out Captain..

800 Hours With 'The Devil'

2009-09-10T23:33:00.003+05:30

"College timings changed? What the f*^k man! I hate our Pappu for this. When are you coming tomorrow? 7:30, nay its 2 early. It's final year dude. Grow up. We can obviously miss the first class. Chal, then see you tomorrow. Bye. F@^k Pappu!"
And I again sat in front of my PC to continue with 'Hangover', the movie. I dont know where was the humor in the movie lost all of a sudden as I gazed at my cell('The Devil'). I was bewildered to see the talk time that was being displayed on the screen-600 Hours! I was like, "What the F*&k!"
I quickly checked my Tata devil and it showed up another 200 odd hours summing to a total of 800 hours. Many thoughts ran at once in my mind. Some of them have been summarized under:

1) Is this the time I wasted?

2) Is this time, in any sense, valuable?

3) What did I missed in these 800 hours?

4) Is this the only time that i spent with 'The Devil' or there is more?

5) Can I live without the Devil(moment of truth)?

I quickly turned off my PC and sat shocked thinking all this. There is a hell lot of time wasted with the Devil, apart from these 800 hours. My heart sank when the thought of the monolithic device called Telephone(The Landline device) came to me. I have been with the devil for the last 3 years only but, I am using the landline even before the time I could wash my own ass. The thing that matters most is the Time. These hours, if viewed as days, account to 33.33 days. What the F!! It's ringing again.

After giving many deep thoughts, I couldn't find any answer to the above questions. It has no doubt reduced my mother's tension who always thinks that I am a trouble creator.
It has become a part and parcel of life. I would rather prefer calling it a body part.

Just like the 2 sides of a coin, every device invented by man has both advantages and disadvantages. I am not someone against the Devil. People say it has increased their social circle but now they don't even think to meet an old friend just because he is in touch by that Devil.

Their are many things to write down but can someone now keep me away from 'The Devil'. It is hungry for more blood and is continuously playing Dhan te nan. I think that their is more life to go with 'The Devil'. I am counting 900, 1000, 2000, 5000............ Let's see who wins..

Nuts

Delhi Belly

2009-09-07T23:21:00.002+05:30

Delhi, Dilli, Dehli and many other names have been given to the capital of India(after all there's no rule to pronounce a proper noun). I have been to this place twice before. First when I visited Andaman and took a flight to Jaipur from here and second time was when I visited the valley of Gods and Delhi was on the way.
This time the journey begins from Kota with my Mummy in a non-stop train. Expecting some hot chicks in the train has always brought me down. There was not even a single 'Pataka' in the train(Pataka is an exaggeration, not even a chitpati). I had 5 Point someone with me and after getting highly disappointed with my surroundings, I made a promise to finish the book in the train itself. The book was licked fully when we were about 10 mins away from Delhi(U cant imagine what problems I faced while reading as my mummy kept on making comments on my voracious reading habit which might sometimes get onto people's nerves as the world is then not a place for me).
It was raining cats and dogs in Delhi. Rain God was getting quite with time and it seemed as though someone up there is toileting on earth(hope u can understand this..:). On our way to Bhaiya's home, I saw many chinky's and not to mention all sizes of skirts. I was finally glad to see all this and in high spirits. Bhabhi and Bhaiya were wondering what has made me so energetic after such a tiring journey. Nothing great happened that day other than the mother dairy experience. It was the first time I saw milk dispensers. It feels as if you are feeding the cow with a coin and the cow is providing you the required amount(My God!! Even cows have gone professional). The funny part was that people were telling the shopkeeper, "Mera to 1 litre kum aaya.." Next day I had to apply for the gas connection as Bhaiya has no time. So me and Bhabhi went for it and breaking all the rules we got the conection and cylinder the same day(Thanks to my acting skills which made the authorities to really think that I had an upset stomach due to improper outside diets for 5-6 days). Next day I had to apply for the internet connection and after many persuasive requests to the sexy CCE, the connection was installed the same day. Next day was the day I was waiting for. I had a plan to meet 2 of my old friends at different locations and times. So I left for Gaziabad from my place. The auto, I sat in, got its clutch wire torn off. I got another auto after a km walk and that auto was restricted to go any further due to some demolition in Gzbd. Finally I had to take the same old "11 number ki gaadi" which never ditches you. After strolling for about 2 kms an auto came from nowhere and I jumped into it. My friend had reached there on time and I was still strolling after getting off from the auto. The building seened to be there but the entrance was nowhere. At last I found her and we half hugged each other. I cant tell you what it feels to meet an old friend after 5 years. Its that kind of feeling which cannot be penned down. We ate, talked a lot and discussed various topics. There I saw all kinds of despos and some pseudo partners. Then I went to her home and had 'Kheer' and called the second friend to get ready. I left her with a very heavy heart but then we depart to meet again. I reached his house and hugged him tight. Without wasting anytime we went out with one more of our friends for our booze party. We sat and discussed many alien topics on the rocks. Solutions were being poured down one by one for each problem. Then we went home and had our photo session and I left for my home. Being new to the place I asked my passage from 2 girls, wearing a barely minimum mini, in anticipation. It needs a lot of guts to do this. But those guts came down when you are being told the wrong way(Moral:Beautiful girls are dumb). Finally an aunty helped me and I reached the place. One can imagine what happens when in a day you got to see this so much of Delhi bellies. All the clouds were gone and I just felt like sleeping keeping all the memories intact with me. But there's one thing for sure--"You cannot find a better belly, all over India, than the very own desi Delhi Belly............:p
Nuts

Dhan Te Tan.............

2009-08-29T17:55:00.002+05:30

"Aaja Aaja Dil Nichode." I wonder what came through the mind of the lyricist while this song with energy overflowing all over was written. I don't know the name of the lyricist but Kudos to you Sir!! When I heard this song for the first time, my ears went straight up and there was an inflow of immense energy in my body, mind and soul(I am still not able to find the reason.).
"Dil Nichode" sounds like taking your soaked clothes out from water and drying them
(The great Indian style). What's there in this song that has made it a chart-buster?
May be its the "Good Luck" which has been extracted out in the song(Koi good luck nikale..Haha).
The music of the song is just rocking. Calling it a song would be unfair as it is, in my opinion, an Anthem, Energy Anthem. I tried out some experiments with the anthem and may be I can put up a reason why this is so. The experiments carried out were:

1) I had set this song as my alarm tune and when I woke up this time I felt much more energetic than before. My previous tone was Fired Up(Hush) .

2) I played this song and went to attend the call of the nature and found that I just couldn't help myself making the bathroom dirty.

3) I played this song at a lecture and when the prof. heard the song, instead of throwing me out of the class(he has done that before), said that even he liked the song(Good Luck).

4) At a party thrown by my friend, the girls being shy weren't dancing. But as soon as this song was played, I don't know what happened to my shy friend, he went to the girls and took their hands forcing them on the dance floor. To my surprise, the girls were not as resistive as they usually are.

5) While I was on my way to Kota and driving my Maruti Suzuki 800+, I realized that the speedometer was racing up reaching 115kmph which is something not expected by a car running on gas.

6) Whenever I heard the song on the Dooms day(Result arrival day), I felt quite relieved and needless to say I just forgot all my tensions and just started headbanging.

I think that much of evidence is enough for making this song a chart-buster. So lets hit it..
DHAN TE TAN.......................
Nuts

Just 2 keep a Promise..

2009-08-27T23:04:00.002+05:30

Ever wondered why the word RESULT gives everyone goosebumps??
From the most brainy (PHODU) to the biggest oaf (CH%$#@), everyone is at the verge of breakdown until the result page pops up on the computer screen. I always believe in smart studies. I have seen bookworms and I must tell you that I am not one. I am a smart student (Got the point??). After around 500 messages on my so called 'devil', which declared result everyday, and a long delay, finally the D-Day arrived. It was announced in the newspaper before. (Humne gilahri k jhoothe matar khaae the....) Oh! I am sorry. I get carried away with this song. So fear became a factor from the time I read the newspaper in the morning. I couldn't concentrate on even very small things. I couldn't eat properly or sleep or watch movie or anything else. But then I was forgetting something. I was missing something that forms part and parcel of my life. As soon as her thought came to my stagnant gray cells, suddenly I was ecstatic in that staggering position. I called her with my Devil and told her my roll number as I have done for the past 3 years. The spirit of this friend of mine is certainly undying. She's the one who is telling me my result for the past 3 years. Whatever her result may be, she's has always been highly exuberant while telling me mine. And then after asking my result when I ask about her, I just cant expalin the pain that I feel in her voice. The same measure of happiness and pain can be seen within some minutes. But thanks to God that I dont get to observe the twinge for the last two years. I can't even imagine what she's gone through in such a small time fragment of 20-21 years. She has..... Well I guess writing all those things wouldn't be appropriate here. But I respevt her a lot in true sense. Sometimes I am afraid of my feelings for her. But then there are things that you have to leave for God.
The result hysteria was all over me because the results were to be announced in the evening, but they weren't still. It was 23:50 and I was chatting wid around 12 people at a time just to avoid breakdown situation. Then suddenly my Devil rang and another friend of mine told me that she has checked my roll no: and that I was pass. My joy knew no bounds and I was dancing and jumping around in the house. But then the Devil rang again and she said that it was a list of her college and not mine. So I sat quiet for a while and then again remembered the old friend and told her about my condition. She den put me on waiting mode and inquired (I don't know from where does she get all the info:) about my result. I was waiting like a man in a queue to pee and than she said."ALL CLEAR." I just felt like hugging her the moment I heard this once again from the same mouth, with the same ecstasy as it used to be. My heart just knew that she can't be telling me anything wrong. I was pass consecutively for the 3rd year. She also shared the cake with me. I have already framed a belief that I won't check my result myself under any circumstance and that she'll be the first to do so. Then results were fully out after 3-4 hours amd then again I was surprised to see me getting 76% marks. My smart work finally paid off and I got what I deserved. I made the first call to her for telling my marks. Even though she got lesser marks than me, she was (just like the old days) in a state of equal excitement as me. Her voice filled me with a new energy as she has always done. I don't know how would I ever be able to return what she has given to me? I know she don't want anything in return but I am highly obliged to her not just for the result game but also for the sweet relation that we share. I know by this time you might have felt what importance you have in my life. Words can't always be the means to express your feelings (as I fall short of vocabulary power). So promise me that you'll always check all my results in the future, just as I wrote this 'Just 2 Keep a Promise'....
Nuts

Wish I Could Be That Kind...

2009-08-21T19:22:00.002+05:30

Training forms a very important part in Engineering curriculum.
After a lot of fight I finally got through BHEL and NTPC.
I was quite ecstatic this time that finally something big was going to happen. But God had something else in his stores for me. The breaking news came through the demon which resides in the side pocket of my trousers which said," Training after the 6th sem exams has to be undergone in the months of May-June and the exams for 6th semester will be held afterward. " I was thrashed into pieces on reading this news. All my dreams came crashing down and than I had to apply in RRVPNL, Jaipur for my training and luckily I got through the 400 kV GSS for my training.
My accommodation was arranged with Nirbhay bhaiya who is a teacher in CP, Jaipur and used to live at our home in Kota when he taught in Bansal Classes. Pandey Ji is the messiest person I have ever come across in my life. His room being hell's scene (I guess hell would be much better).
But then the love and affection that he has for his fellow men(and women off-course) overpowers all his good habits (cant mention them). The most reckless guy I have seen but not in the case of taking care of others. We went on drives in his brand new I-10 and drank juice(2-3 glasses min.).
One night, after he returned from work, we sat out on the 'grass for name' where the kids around us were playing Dumb-shell-arts. We also did participate actively and den suddenly in between (I dont know what happened), Pandey ji got up and took me with him in his i-10 to an ice-cream shop. We bought ice-cream for all the kids and then what I saw changed my perception of this human being. Some beggars collected around us asking for ice-cream. I was dodging them while Pandey ji took them by their hands and asked them the flavor of their choice. I was astonished to see all this. He bought cornetto for all the kids gathered around us and this was not all. He ran to the car and took a cartoon of biscuits out and distributed it among the kids. I have no words to write the feeling that I was going through at that time while Pandey ji had no expression changes on his face. He was rather happier. Then we bought a packet of Bingo and a 500 ml Fanta and after making the colony kids happy we just took a stroll. Then Pandey ji told me that when he was a kid he always wished to have the experience of roaming freely with a packet of chips and a cold drink in his hand. He couldn't have such luxuries due to lack of money. But things change and now he is in a position that he can fulfill such small desires that a kid possess. I being speechless on his "Karma", could just nod on whatever he said.
I think that such are the desires that everyone of us possess. But how many of us are able to get them fulfilled? The answer lies in the desire itself. This act of kindness has affected my life in a positive way. How many of us are that kind or that wide-hearted? Everything seemed to be fake to me until this incidence occurred. Wish everyone gets that kind. Wish I could be that kind....

A Rakhi Without Sister!!

2009-08-07T00:52:00.003+05:30

Exams!!! The name says it all.
This word itself gives a nerve-racking feel. It sends a chill to the core of my heart.
After a long and restless wait, finally my 6th sem exams commenced from the 25th of July.
So with a lot of heart and soul I initiated my studies before 2 days of the opening ceremony of exams. The papers went by and so the memories of the respective subjects with them. My examination look was getting over my mother. Well, its the only superstitious part of my life (The Old Examination Look). I remember that once my grandma told me that if you cut your hair or shave your beard at the time of a test, then all the wisdom that you have accumulated through the books, goes with the part which we are shedding from the body. So I just follow this principle from the day she told me(at that time i had no beard or moustache). My mother hates this examination period, not because I am not free, but because I don't shave and crop-up with a long-thick beard during my exams which last for about 15 days.
I just didn't had any idea of the days and dates that went past during this period. After giving my second last exam (which was as usual a mess), I received Rakhis from my father that came for me via courier and realized that I was missing something. I became conscious of the fact that it was the first Rakhi of my life when I had none of my sisters with me. I suddenly felt crushed and fragmented. Its has been a tradition that on the day of Rakhi, our whole family goes to my sisters home for tying Rakhi and the day is celebrated by eating sweets and lots of sweets by me. But this year was different. The day arrived. Due to my exams, I just couldn't go anywhere. My mother n father attached to me, also couldn't visit anyone at the day of Rakhi. They showed no sign of downheartedness but it couldn't be hidden by their actions.
I myself was crestfallen on that day. I had two reasons unlike others(exams included). I was also picturing my friends who were away from their homes and had no moral support around. Whoever I met that day seemed to be a bit gloomy of the fact that it was Rakhi.
Sisters form a very integral part of brother's life. Being two brothers, me and my elder brother always had great respect for women. We have always had sister's love and affection from the various girls in our big family. But this time not even a single person was around me who would come and tie me the knot of Rakhi. I just felt like crying sometimes but then "Boys Dont Cry".
So this year gave me an internal strength which will surely help me survive through all the years coming up where I can't expect ayone to be around me at such times of celebration. I think its the heart that binds the relation and the closeness. My thoughts would surely have reached where I want them to reach. I truly never want to lose any of these relations which makes me feel that there is an existence of mine in this world. So this was my first experience of a Rakhi without sister. How many have you had and wait....
What if you have a sister and she doesn't tie a Rakhi to you??

The Rain Poem...

2009-07-28T23:26:00.001+05:30

The drops that fall,
In the world's hall,
Had a life someday.
But now it has gone away.
Seasons came and went by,
Still my heart is so shy.
The drops are falling tip-tip,
While i drink a cuppa tea sip by sip.
The rain makes me commemorate,
The days that i spent with my mates.
The sound that they make,
Calls me to take,
The path i forgot,
And the life I lost.
The clouds rumble, And i just tumble.
Remembering that day,
When in my arms She lay,
The gathering of clouds,
Makes me recall,
The place and those wet grounds,
Where days were spent by the 'Chatting Lords'.
The drop that fall on my lips,
Reminds me of my first kiss.
Then i equivocate.
Still there's life,
In the drops, in the rain.
Only memories go far,
Its not me or you yaar.
The rain came yesterday,
And I again feel sucked,
Coz I go back in the memory lane.
Again the same questions were asked,
And I once more become lame,
Without my buddies,
The true ones,
And I feel myself, my soul,
Depart as infinite raindrops,
Touching and kissing my loved,
And bring back my lost life to me!!

Nuts

Rains and Pakoriz!!

2009-07-17T23:59:00.002+05:30

Have you ever wondered that whenever it rains, why people relish eating the "Greatest Indian Dish" known as Pakora or Pakori??
Well, even after a long thought (even though I have an exam tomorrow morning), I could not stagnate myelf to a single conclusion.
Is it the climate??
Is it the Indian culture??
Is it just that everyone have it so I'll also have it??
The questions are endless and so are the answers.
This was the first time that I was missing the taste of my mum's made pakori so badly.
It was raining cats and dogs but being the only person in the house, I had to control my strong pakori emotions which are meant to come out on this blog and that too in such a weird manner.
But what made me restless was the thought that why did I developed an urge, at the time of rain, to eat pakoris??
I remember eating pakoris in rains the last time when I was in Kota and preparing for various competitive exams.
Its quite a luxury if you get such things in hostels.
I feel that the reason behind the "Pakori urge" was the time that has elapsed.
In India, monsoon is regarded as the season when the Gods are happy and thus shower their blessings in the form of rains. So rains brings a joy in the heart of each and every Indian which in turn calls for a celebration.
This celebraiton demands something that's mouth watering and hot at the same time due to the little cold that the rain bring with it.
I don't think there is a better preparation other than Pakoris for such an occasion which fulfills both the above requisites. So its a part of our culture also.
So its the culture that binds me to such habits. Just because I wanted to celebrate, I had that urge. Besides there are other factors(biological, mental etc..) which may be no one can explain.
I think my verse will explain some of them which will be out in a few days on the blog.
So till then keep having pakoras n pakoris and relish the moments of your life..
Happy Monsoons!!

Mother

2009-07-14T00:10:00.000+05:30

After a long, lone and tiresome day, it is this hour of the night that makes me feel like an author.
But at this very hour of the night i am feeling a new kinda energy inside me.
The reason behind this is a video which I downloaded from my inbox.
The video shows a female leopard hunting a female baboon and while dragging the baboon for fulfilling her appetite, the baboon gives birth to a meek child.
The leopard then leaves the hunted baboon and starts to caress the baby.
She even protected the baby from some jaguars that came for a treat.
I was quite astonished to see such an incident and that too in animals.
I just don't understand the source of such a great force which keeps the appetite or hunger of an animal below the fondling of a newly born life.
I have heard before that animals eat up their young ones to fulfill the fire of hunger as it is said that animals are here on earth just to eat and sleep.
But from now on I would completely disagree with such arguments.
The force of motherhood drew the baby and the hunter together.
The meekness, submissiveness and the lack of resistance shown by the baby baboon, made the fastest and most feared hunter on earth, a mere spectator.
The world thus seems to be more and more complicated in each and every sense I try to figure out.
An ignorant kid is unknown to his hunter and the hunter due to this ignorance starts to caress his source of appetite.
What form of energy is this and where are such feelings developed?
Well, i think the answer is known to all those females who had the divne experience of cuddling a kid and being a mother.
A mother is born as soon as a child is a born. Mother love is the fuel for every event of our life.
The prey, after losing his real mother, found tenderness in the fur of the leopard and so the relationship bacame a bond.
It is thus rightly said," God could not be everywhere. So he created mothers."
What I am feeling now is that,"THERE"S NOTHING LIKE MY MUM'S HUG."

I Exist!!

2009-07-13T00:02:00.000+05:30

Morning sometimes comes up with a lots of surprises.
I had pre-planned my day with my father and studies a day before.
But I didn't knew that a new experience was waiting for me.
I woke up with a friends call at 9 and was asked to come to a picnic.
Still in my sleep i refused the offer.
Then came call of another of my friend and was again asked to go to a different place for picnic.
This dilemma isn't new to me as it keeps on occurring (sometimes 3-4 times a day).
Being the arbiter most of the times in such cases, I am the one who is cursed for delays and negations.
But luckily this time one of the programs were canceled and I was happy that I won't be the cause of another program failure.
So I took of for Pushkar and visited Pachkund(Bathing place of Pandavas) on the way.
The place was quite peaceful but not a good point to hang around with friend.
So we were headed for Sunset Point and Brahma Temple.
On the way we visited a Sindhi temple where we sat for a while.
Being a passionate photographer I took my camera out and started taking pics of the beautiful place.
The Pushkar lake is in ruins these days and is completely dry.
What have we done to our mother nature? Instead of nurturing it, we are just pressing the resources to that extent that they no longer remain resources.
Its like leaving your parents when they need you the most once you grow up.
So after this heartbreaking photo session I turned to my so called friends where I could still feel some smile, unlike the lake, for their photos.
But alas!!
They refused to get photographed and moreover showed mistrust in fellow people.
This situation is again interesting as thoughts pondered over me.
If this was the case then why did they came with us to a place away from there homes??
Isn't this also a degree of mistrust within their souls and their hearts??
How do you define trust??
Well the answer is not with the hypocrites atleast.
I think trust is a kind of relation which one shares with the other by believing in each other.
Believing someone blindly is Faith but that is the higher degree which could only be related to God.For some people it may be a mistake but for me it is a way to recognise myself and also to have that spiritual feeling that
Hey! I Exist!!

Destressing...

2009-07-12T00:19:00.000+05:30

For me destressing is doing any fun activity.
So after yesterday's dance party i am quite calm and composed and not being the usual powerhouse.
Energy really comes from within.
It is us who have to look inside for its utilisation.
When i was told to rest after the power packed dance performance , i replied back immediately that this was something that gives me more energy.
I quoted that," Dancing is silent poetry", which i had read many years back but it came to me in an instant.
One more thing i would like to add is that writing a blog is also quite destressing which might be as much stressful for the other lot to read..

Nuts

A Ray of hope..

2009-07-10T23:39:00.000+05:30

Waking up at 4 in the morning can be fun sometimes.
I had to drop my mother to the railway station for her train to Pune(her last visit as bhaiya will now be in Delhi).
As i am not used to wake up so early, I was quite tired and so just got back home and slept again.
Obviously I am not able to recall what metabolism was taking place in my body, but I was quite aware of the thoughts that were coming to me.
The thoughts not being the usual ones, were related to The Almighty.
I just could not believe myself that I was thanking Him from my soul and that too in English with Hindi as my mother tongue.
The thanks giving process was in a different manner.
As people say that dreams vanish as soon as you wake up so after praising and thanking God i woke up and made notes of whatever i could remember in my Moto L-6.
It goes like this:
I thank thee for my existence,
I thank thee for making me learn,
I thank thee for giving me experience,
I thank thee for giving me a vision,
I thank thee for sharing His knowledge,
.............
.........

and rest I could not remember..
So it was a one of a kind experience in my life.
Bringing in practice what I am gaining is again a worthy experience.
So I tried and was astonished to get relieved when i treated no one below or above my intellect.
With God in the morning I have felt relief in the night.
So I think here comes The Ray Of Hope......

Nuts

After a long time...

2009-07-09T22:58:00.000+05:30

Getting to writing is not something new to me.
Writing small and long verses has been an old habit.
Blog writing is something that has fascinated me in a way that no one can expect and that i can't explain.
This being the first writing of mine, might be boring to some lot.
But at the same time i am writing for myself and that's the biggest reason for writing this blog.
So let me give it a beginning and leave the rest to me obviously.

Oh! What A Friend

2007-06-04T23:42:00.001+05:30

It is said
"a friend in need is a friend indeed."
but even a friend indeed is not a friend in need.
what i have learnt from life
is a moral that goes even in your life.
but yet i m a fool,
to put my mistakes still, in a pool.
the pool which was overwhelmed,
took one more of it, none helped.
what i have seen is nothing but truth,
people r friends just showing elephants tooth.
i remember,
when one of my friend was in pain,
i cried but all disdain.
i m smeone very solitary,
in this world full of mystery.
everyone here is to ditch,
just forget about any remembrance hitch.
to love someone is a waste of emotion,
but what i thought is a nice illusion.
none is a friend,none is a foe,
u have come alone n similar u will go.
whom i thought right,
was the one very bright,
in making me a fool,
and laugh himself having all good mood.
the world is an actor,
kicking u all around as a bactor.
they just wait for the chance,
to hurt u at the right instance.
is there any word like ignorance in friendship,
oh! sorry, this is foeship.
they are al just spectators,
of me n my sense of humour.
what can i do if i cant say no,
even to my friendly foe.
they use me up in vain,
and i m left with all the pain.
dey wnt to use me in any possible way,
to make visits with me n make me pay.
i have been chewd,
coz they r being shrewd.
i wnt to go back home,
to meet those who r my own.
now i know the world is not mine,
its me who is built for it.
to get caught in some false words,
words of love n affection,
which r just words,
sorry! sugary sweet words,
meant to kill me n my life,
my soul still searching for a TRUE FREN,
A TRUE LOVE.