It's Gotta Really HURT

A guy shifted to a new house, his close friend stayed just across the street.

For his first day in his new home he had an awesome time with all the new furniture’s, the garden, the kitchen, the washroom everything which was picture perfect. He was feeling so right about the situation that his JOY knew no bounds. The day passed and finally it was time for him to hit the sack as he was dead tired, he just flung himself and was asleep before he knew it. But then some disturbing crying/weeping/howling sound just woke him up and he could not continue sleeping as this sound was disturbing him. He just looked out through his window and saw a dog just outside his friend’s house crying in pain. He just somehow managed to find more sleep that night.

This continued for a few days before he could take it no more, he just decided to go to his friend’s house and inquire about the Crying DOG.

Once he knocked his friend's door, his friend came out and asked, what happened?

He asked why is the DOG crying..?? To which his friend replied that there is a NAIL/SPLINTER just below where the DOG is lying down.

He was like what..? Then why does the dog not move away....??

His friend then says, the NAIL/SPLINTER is not hurting the DOG enough.

That's exactly how we never ever move away from a problem because we really cling on to it until it

really really Hurts/Kills us. This happens mostly in relationship where one partner normally tends to take on all the abuse only because it isn't hurting enough. It also happens in very many other situations in life as we are very used to whatever has been happening for a very long time and that we have not really adapted to the changes around us.

One really needs to understand the gravity of the thing and never ever writ in pain when all that one has to do is MOVE ON before any further damage is really caused to our very nature.

Smiling BERRY

Some day last month both my phones simply went OUT OF ORDER.

The Sony Erickson just Blanked Out and my Nokia battery got pregnant.
I was without a Mobile for almost 2 weeks, feeling completely free and joyous.
I was simply UNTRACEABLE and given the fact that I love travelling and moving around places,
it became really difficult for friends and family to get a hold of me. I thoroughly enjoyed all the time that i had.
Went on Night outs with friends, played snooker all night, cricket, roaming all around Delhi, getting around loads of institutes and many many crazy stuff.

When Dad got back to Mumbai from Chennai all he wanted to do was to get me a phone, cause he was so fed up of not being able to trace me. We went to the store to get a new mobile and all i did was sit move around in the Mall without really getting close to DAD. All I did was put in a word in my Mom's ear telling her that BlackBerry is what she has to look out for. My Dad was still going through all the mobiles and not very very sure of which one to buy. That's exactly where Mom steps in and says, get him that Black berry Thing that he wants as it is his Birthday next month, and this would be a great gift. Mom increased the chance of getting the mobile many many folds when she added this last statement where she said If thats the phone he wants, then he would surely get one soon once he starts working and that's not long from now.

Within No time i had this BLACK BERRY CURVE.

Whoah... What a Smiling Berry.....!!!!

Still Mom's Kid

I don't really remember all the crazy notorious activities and how i learnt most things that i did when i was a kid....

How i managed to crawl off onto the pathway...
How i managed to find something to eat...
How i learnt to switch on the TV....
How i would open the fridge and sit next to it....
How i would pee in the shoes....
How i would get into the lifts...
How i spoke for the first time....
How i learned to walk....
How i walked my way to school
How i learned to say ABC...
How i learnt numbers.....
How i rode a bicycle.....
How i drove a car n bike....
How i acted in a play....
How i learnt travelling alone....
How i played cricket....
How i began learning to play the Violin...
How i began using the telephone....
How i began taking care of the fishes in the Fish tank....
How i learnt having food in the dining table....
How i learnt using the spoon....
How i had my first scoop of ice cream....
How i got into my first fight....
How i enjoyed driving sitting in my Dad's lap in the car....

and simply pretty much everything that i did for the first time in life.....

It was all simply so very well taken care of.....

Off late for some reason, mom just saw some concern in my eyes.....
Se came up to me and asked me as to what happened....

I told her, most of my friends have started working some place or the other whether they like it or not. I told her that i didn't want to rush myself into a job that i really don't wanna do. She listened to me very calmly and once i was done she casually replied

I have taken care of you for 26 long years...
ever since you were a tiny little kid.....
a few more months can never hurt me.....
You are my sweet heart is what she said... again

leaving me completely amazed.

She just displayed the true essence of how mother's love is.... I just felt so so happy to be her SON. I only had tears of gratitude and love. I wish i learn more on acceptance and love from her.

She just said always remember one thing,

"It never really matters how u start the race all that matters is how strongly you finish the race"

It is not that i am SAD or something but then i just suddenly happened to have some concern on that day as i got into a few discussions with a few friends.... and that was it..... PHEW

Smash the Butt

We have people who smoke all around us.... most of the times.....
The trouble is not with these jerks trying to be KOOL....
Living in and all around a cloud of Smoke..... Is the real trouble….
Passive smoking is the danger…..

If that is not enough trouble these jerks, after smoking have a habit of throwing the butt on road or off the balcony of their office or house after smoking, without even bothering to smash the butt. It happens when a smoker fling's the cigarette from a moving vehicle like an Auto, Taxi, Car, Train on most occasions. They are least bothered on how bad a risk it is, without even caring that it may hurt someone.

So what my friend Dewang Vora did was, in such situations and places where ever he saw a JERK flinging a Cigarette Butt of the window or balcony was to simply walk up to it and smashing the butt with his shoes right in front of the culprit with a smiling face. What happened there was he just kept his kool and went about smashing the butt just as if he was saving the society with a grinning smile on his face. This didn’t get him any immediate results what so ever. In fact people in his office and around his residence would also make fun of him by calling him names and stuff like that but over a period of time most of the smokers began to understand the gravity of the situation and as to what Dewang wanted to establish in their heads was very simple. This brought about a transformation in most Junk Heads that Dewang was least bothered on whether these guys were gonna live long or not but he was more keen on saving the lives of all the other innocent people and so the Smokers began to Smash their own Butts.

Dewang just simply showed enough courage and patience to make an effort to make these smokers realise the very dangers they cause. All that we needs to do is show these smokers a proper way on how not to kill others, now that they don’t wish to save themselves.

Most smokers over a period of time have even tried quitting smoking after understanding that it is nuisance factor that it is for one’s body.

If any of you guys wanna still convince smokers can simply make a few condolence cards and ask them which one would they prefer.

In case any one feels smoking is kool, then the video’s below will surely stir up your thoughts once and for all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mf3bsB-L8DU&feature=related

The Local Environment Quality Survey of 19,000 sites, commissioned by the Environment Department (Defra), showed that cigarette butts and other smoking rubbish was still the most widely-found litter, spotted at 78 per cent of sites adding to all the troubles caused by cigarettes.

Common Guys all we have to do is to keep Smashing BUTTS for a start in order to reduce the Passive dangers caused by Criminal Suicider's in these Smokers who kill themselves and also put the lives of all others in Grave Danger.

Rajnikanth the Super Star

Over this last month I have received many many messages and seen even many status updates on Rajnikanth the Super Star....!!!

I am an ardent fan of this guy who is GOD in most parts of India

I posted this image as its an attempt by one such ardent fan to actualize one such message.

"You don't Google Rajnikanth...You Rajnikanth Google"

Some more crazy jokes :

• Google won’t find Rajnikanth because you don’t find Rajinikanth; Rajinikanth finds you.
• If you Google search ‘Rajnikanth getting kicked’, you will generate zero results. It just doesn’t happen.
• If you spell Rajanikanth wrong on Google it doesn’t say, “Did you mean Rajanikanth?” It simply replies, “Run while you still have the chance.”
• Rajnikanth’s email id is gmail@rajnikant.com

"En Vazhi Tanee Vazheee"

Sketches

Crayons put to good use

Some Birds I saw around my  house

Dis one capture from a magazine

Rooster.... My granny's special.... she breeds dem at home

A Beautiful Girl I Know

Expressions... 

Three friends.... Frm left Vikas, Sharon & Tarun - chk d link below for the actual photo.....!!!!

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150279543755254&set=a.10150279543225254.545899.697710253

Smiling Sun

Just a continuation of my expressions the very way I have known them.

Dog's Sense

An experience shared by my Friend Kartik. This happened to him in Chennai, where he works for an IT firm. What he saw and experienced simply left him awestruck. It happened like this

“A dog and a flock of fully grown people (Humans) including him were trying to cross a road. The Traffic signal glowed GREEN and so the vehicles began to move. Surprisingly most people also wanted to cross the road and they didn’t even bother about the speeding vehicles or the damn signal. Whereas, the dog analysed the situation by seeing the vehicles moving and simply stepping back onto the pavement, without crossing the road with these so called BUSY Humans who are on the run most of the time. The Dog simply waited for the Vehicles to completely halt and the signal to glow Red d then it simply in a jolly way raced across the road and then down the street. Kartik was just so glad that he noticed the DOG and how it kept itself away from unnecessary danger and that he could keep his life secure. He felt so awful that even the Street Dogs have begun to understand the Traffic Rules and Regulations that was designed for the safety of us Humans.

It sounds very atrocious, but then that is a very crude fact that, most individuals don’t even have the basic sense that which these Street Dogs have developed over the years on how to cross a road.

Some pointers to that we need to keep in mind while CROSSING ROADS are

1. Wait for the traffic signal light to go Red for the Vehicles.
2. Wait for the traffic signal light to go Green for the Pedestrians.
3. Always use the Foot path while walking on the road.
4. Always use subways, footbridges, islands, zebra, pelican and traffic light crossings.
5. Make sure you can see clearly along the roads in both directions and that drivers can see you clearly.
6. Listen very carefully in case something's coming that you can't see from where you're standing.
7. When you cross the road make sure you're concentrating! It's easy to get distracted if you're listening to music on your headphones, or chatting and texting on your mobile.
8. Walk straight across the road - don't run! It increases the chances of getting Mowed Down.

Happy and Safe Walking...... Enjoy......!!!

Notice: Exams Cancelled

“Tere Mooh me Ghee Shakkar” is only what I would say, when someone called up or ran in to inform that the exams have been cancelled. 

Examinations are among the few crazy things that have been invented/discovered by mankind, apart from Jumbee Bunjing, Scuba Diving, Mountaineering, Stunt Biking to name few more.

Every time an exam cropped up...  the atmosphere in the college would completely change with the canteens and the college corridors beginning to buzz and the overcrowding at the xerox stores. New faces would venture into places in the university they would have otherwise never known like the LIBRARY. In spite of all the preparation that I would have made for the examinations, all I would want is for the exam to get cancelled for some reason or the other...

Some Crazy reasons that would cloud my mind .....

1.       World War III
2.       Death of the Teacher or Principal or any of their relative.
3.       Somebody bombing the university.
4.       Curfew/ Strike/ Bandh.
5.       Prime Minister or President’s Death.
6.       Earthquake
7.       Flash Floods
8.       Some Storm/ Cyclone/ Hurricane
9.       Paper Leak

Hope you guys also had some funnier, creepier and dangerous excuses for Cancelling your Exam.

All I have learned and picked up from all these experiences of giving exams is just that every day is some test an exam in itself; that I have to keep continuously fighting it day in day out and moreover be ready to always hit the road running.

Chaddi...!!! He he...!!!

Our favourite metaphor during graduation days “CHADDI”. The entire gang would use it always and everywhere. Most of it would be when someone starts bragging, boasting about one self or the moment one starts talking about studies or beautiful girls. Only one word would suffice the entire argument “CHADDI”. It would simply mean –

“Tu aaj chaddi pehen k hai kya, agar pehna hai to zyada mat faila usse.. Fatt Jayegi.”

(Have you worn your underwear today..?? If you have then don’t stretch it beyond limits, it will tear apart.)

When someone would say that he is gonna top the exam, the shout would be CHADDI again.

While playing pool if someone goes for a wild shot, the shout would be CHADDI again.

When attempting a long range free kick all the players would only say CHADDI.

This metaphor would like keep us all on our toes. It simply got us all into the challenge mode, wherein we would actually strive to do only those things that others thought was beyond our CHADDI.

If at all anyone talks about a beautiful girl in college, the shout would be CHADDI again. I always felt that it’s much better to at least make an attempt to get things right than to accept fate or whatever other people have to comment about these issues. One would hear comments like – Bhai, ladki bahut hi sundar hai, terese nahi pategi. Or say Bhai, yaar bahut zyada padaku ladki hai, pyar vyar me nahi padegi. These girls would not be interested in being friends too. But then it’s all about at least letting the girl know how much feelings you have for her or even to just be friends. ‘One will surely have to go beyond one’s Chaddi to be with the best.’

We would keep a continuous smile on our face. I remember the time when our 12^th board results were out, my friends were actually singing and dancing near the display board, while everyone thought they were among the toppers in college, what they dint realize was that these guys were actually celebrating failure. ‘They hadn’t passed the exams but they still had the courage to go way beyond their CHADDI and celebrate and enjoy.’

Oh yeah Chaddi... was used again when I told my gang that I am going to start BLOGGING.

I never got stuck with what someone else believed, if all was well within me I always was game for it and give it my best shot full on. “It was all about setting my own trends and wearing CHADDI’s of my size and stretching every limit of it to win”.

The very reason I blogged this was just simply cos the gang’s CHADDI so reminded me of the way I go about my life, by being game for anything and everything and to live my life without regrets whatsoever.

Scribbling Art my ISHTYLE......!!!

Some way to use the Crazy Creativite Energy.... ha ha ha ha

Some Flowery design ....

Sunflowers for a change

Public Display of Affection

D Dream Open Jeep

A Beach House

Kanu

GK powerin a Bike

Me wondering over

Pretty Woman

A Ranch House

Colorful Flowery Glimpses 

Some crazy way to keep busy or rather awake in lectures or enjoin some boring seminar....!!!

Faces Off

Different Shades of My Life

All the crazy changes in my life captured every now and then...

Enjoying every moment of everything that life offers....!!

Just by remembering myself  that the only thing that is permanent is CHANGE...!!

Go India Go

Amazing Grit, determination and watta desire to WIN. Some display of temperament and character by Laxman, Ishant and Ojha. Man oh man.... wickets kept falling in heaps and in regular intervals.... I was sitting on the edge of my seat... wondering wats in store..... a hopeless cut shot by Sachin and den the crazy run out of Mahendra Singh Dhoni, Harbhajan playing a clueless shot.... but then with loads of run required to win.... it was Laxman and Ishant who came to the party... both of them just kept pushing on and itching closer to the winning score.  Both of them, fighting it on like the injured horses in a battle. Never say never die attitude. Whoaaaah... m simply ecstatic n elated. What a partnership finally with their backs to the wall to simply kick some serious australian ass.

The bowlers both Zaheer and Ishant had set the match up beautifully with some amazing display of fast bowling by steaming in really fast and hitting the deck and the right areas to get the necessary movement. Ishant’s spell of 2 overs was crucial where he picked up 3 wickets in a space of 12 balls.

If at all anything could have stopped us from winning it was not the bowling by Australia or their Fielding... It surely was the Umpiring Errors by both Billy and Ian Gould who had a pretty sad outing this time around.

Some of the crucial moments in the match

• Run Out of Ponting – Brilliant Raina at work
• Great fielding by the close in fielders for India
• Blazing quick fire 50 plus by Sehwag
• The wisket of Sachin at 98 changed the course of the Indian innings
• The irritating decision to give Dhoni caught out in the slips by the blind 3^rd Umpire.
• Breaking the first wicket partnership of the aussies in the second innings.
• Gambhir given LBW, another pathetic decision by the umpire with the score then at 0/1
• Crazy Cut shot by Sachin, clueless flay by harbhajan, pathetic running between the wickets getting Dhoni out
• But then Ishant’s and VVS’s gritty display of sheer determimnation to dig it out at the center and grind out a victory inspite of being injured.

By the end of it all, my heart beats went up quite a few notches. Simply one heck of a match, gruesome and nail biting stuff with some kind of a cliff hanging challenge. I Just loved every minute of it simply because India came out worthy winners at the end.

Now we have enough belief to say that our Tail enders are also Gritty and are no mere Push overs. Zaheer, Bhajji, Ishant and Ojha... Great Job Guys.

Some true Team India Spirit. Go India Go.

Towing Van... What a Terror

I was speeding home on my bike as I didn’t want to get drenched in the rain. But the down pour suddenly began and so I had to find shelter to escape, so did many other people. We were all waiting for the downpour to stop. As we all had just ran in to save ourselves getting drenched, we dint actually check “how we had parked our bikes or where we had parked our bikes”.

That was when, a towing van was coming in our direction, and it began to slow down very near to where the bikes and scooters were parked. A few guys screeched Oh Shit.. Towing Van and began to run towards their vehicles just to save it from getting towed and not having to pay a fine, seeing this almost everyone followed. Everybody reached their vehicles and while leaving they heard the Constable in the Van shout – “Oye Chotu, Garma Garam Chai le aaa jaldi se.”

I felt so Dumb n Stupid that day and so did many others there.

That was when I realised

•          Policemen are also susceptible to Garam Chai also and not Alcohol alone.
•         Rain or no Rain Chai wale k paas vehicle is safe from getting towed & that these
• .       Policemen also are Human Beings after all.

Relive some of your funny incidents with COPS. If any, do write them below.

Watchman’s Gate

In a society in Sarita Vihar, Delhi, I happened to notice a Board on the very entrance gate for the society.

“Kindly Open and Close the GATE yourself, if not contributed towards Gate Keepers Salary”

The message was so simple yet so very effective. This board simply hits at one’s EGO more than anything else. The contribution was just around Rs. 150 per house from around 50 houses for 3 watchmen's who work in 3 shifts of 8 hrs each. Amazing Idea.

The best part is that the board is put on both the sides of the gate that one will get to read it every time one passes through the gate.

Wish I could see more such messages in all other societies too. So that these poor wage workers are never over worked, cheated or taken undue advantage of. 

Divya and her TB Story

A very old friend from college times, now a cosmetologist working wonders in Mumbai. A very hearty friend who keeps finding amazingly superb excuses to somehow hide in her laziness. But nonetheless she is a true sweet heart. She stays in Andheri West, Mumbai with her sister. In the only city where one have Travelling Buddies(TB).

She shared her experience about one such Travel Buddy, an Aunty (lets call her TB) who commuted with her every day on her way to office. TB always kept sharing her very unusual experiences of life which was exaggerated beyond limits. She would brag about her job, her intelligent kids, her irritating mother in law and so on and so forth. Nobody in the compartment would enjoy the torture let alone believing TB.

But then, why does TB do it every day...??? Most probably to get attention of everybody or simply to gain sympathy from one and all, either of which TB somehow annoyingly managed.


TB once said that says she has got some kinda CANCER... kehti, "pata nahi kahan hai...har baar peth ke alag alag jagah par batati hai" to top it up she adds she is not having any treatment aur sirf kuch ayurvedic jadibutiyan khati hai to be miraculously treated.

TB perched above all summits and all heights of exaggeration when she said "ONCE SHE WAS DEAD FOR 8 HRS & SUDDENLY SHE WOKE UP JUST BEFORE SHE WAS BEING TAKEN FOR FUNERAL"

Divya is still wondering on what to do with TB...?? She is confused on whether to laugh at TB or help TB with a top Psychiatrist......!!!

All I can say is

“Divya TB in any form, Travel Buddy or Tuberculosis it is very Injurious to Health.”

Don’t Tobacco and Drive

This is from my memory shelves. It happened sometime during my graduation days in Nagpur. It goes like this....

I was on my way for college on my bike, I was enjoying the drive as usual, I stopped at a traffic signal for a RED light. Right next to me was another guy who was driving a CBZ wearing an amazing biker’s jacket, cool shoes and a designed stylo helmet. Once the Lights went GREEN this guy just zoomed way ahead leaving me far behind.

I again continued on for college, after some distance I saw few people gathered in the road, I presumed it was an accident and went close. I saw the cool biker on the ground. I figured out he had hurt himself as he was slightly growling and grumbling in pain.

I laughed my ass off when I got to know how the accident happened.

Here’s the dialogue between me and a few ardent people passing by...

Me: Bro, What happened...???

Passerby 1 : I dunno, the road was pretty vacant and he strangely went of track...!!

Passerby 2 : Guess, its a head injury, seems like blood on his face...!!!

Passerby 1 : wait lemme find out... n he goes forward in to the crowd

Passerby 1 returned back with a huge grin on his face and said

“ Dude, It isn’t blood on his face, this jerk spat the tobacco he was chewing forgetting that he was now wearing a HELMET and got blinded and hence the accident.”

We had a hearty laugh before we all dispersed.

I had always heard of Alcohol being a threat while driving... that day I had realized that even TOBACCO was a killer on the road.

SO GUYS DON’T TOBACCO and DRIVE

Historical Temples

Kanchi Kamakshi Temple

KANCHIPURAM is the place. We reached here around 4 pm and directly headed to Kanchi Kamakshi Kovil, Its a devi shrine, one of the oldest temple of our time.

Then we headed to Ekambaranathar Temple, its a shiva temple, wherein we have parvati ji also with him. This is the only temple in which they are both together, the reason being a MANGO TREE. There is a mango tree in the temple which is about 3500 years old. It was under this tree that goddess parvati ji had gone into deep meditation asking for the lord to marry her and so they are both together in this particular temple. It is a very huge temple.

Ekambaranatar Temple

Then we went to the Varada Raja Perumal Temple, this again is a very old temple, in this temple there is a huge Golden Lizard on the ceiling, its called Bangara Balli, if one touches this lizard, it erases all the negativity or Dosham as they call it.

In between temples when we used to ask for directions, all that most people would say is that there are enough historic temples in this city alone that one could esily spend a month or more only travelling, visiting and understanding their respective histories.

Varada Raja Perumal Temple

It was simply brilliant, knowing that most of these temple were build many hundred years ago and that the architecture was absolutely awesome. Its actually breath taking. I actually thought this place was all about Silk n cloth... its only now that i have seen for myself that its more on with the temples and is aptly called the CITY OF TEMPLES.

You get one parking ticket that costs about Rs. 20/- which allows you to park anywhere in the city for an entire day.

Another historical and religious tourist recommendation for one and all, not to be missed this lifetime.

On d Phone.....!!!!

Phone lines aren’t working…

M tryin till ur phone gets ringing…..

I hear ur voice at the other end…..

Which is exactly what I intend....

Talking on how much of each other we miss….

Before we end up blowing kiss after kiss….

Holidays are what I wanna spend….

Rules that I always wanna bend….

Eternity is till when I have waited…..

To be with you, who knows no hatred….

Your love is so much on the rise….

Making me have an inherent vice…..

I begin to dwell in ur craziness…..

Feeling the warmth n the coldness….

In the mesmerization…. All I say is

I LOVE YOU

Reserved or Unreserved Ticket

I was travelling from Hyderabad to Bangalore. Starting at around 9 in the evening, the train had managed to reach Daund Junction at around 7 am. I kinda got up, I then headed to attend nature’s call.

When i got back i was surprised to see a guy perched himself on my berth.

I politely requested him to get down, to which he replied, this train has now become a passenger train and that all reservations are over.

I again asked him to get down for which he says, “I won’t, you do whatever you can, call whomever you want”. In hindi its like – “Mai nahi utarta, ja tereko jo karne ka hai kar le, jisko bulane ka hai bula le.”

In the so called Marathi Manoos attitude.

After having paid for a Seat/Berth from Hyderabad to Bangalore I was really surprised at what that commuter gave for an excuse.

Still wondering as to whether my ticket was actually reserved or unreserved.

Government Owned Tamil Nadu Bus

I needn’t write more for anybody who has already travelled in one of these Government Run Buses.  It’s physically one of the most horrible experiences that your body would ever encounter. I am not really very glad that I had an opportunity for such an experience.

We were travelling back from Kanchipuram to Bangalore. The bus is so well maintained that we could hear each and every glass window clattering and the best part is most of the clattering continued even after we reached home. The seats were amazingly uncomfortable, the only comforting factor in the travel was the fact that we had managed to get seats in the centre of the bus, i really didn’t even want to imagine the fate of the guy in the last seat or the ones sitting on the tyres. Apart from the most irritating factor being the fact that these vehicles had a speed lock which had them constantly travelling at 60 kmph on a expressway. It was simply gruelling, to add more salt to these facts was my uncle, who constantly reminded me that this was exactly the same road on which we rode in the opposite direction in the morning by car.

After all the trouble and pain we somehow managed to get back home after a 8 hour long bus ride. I was so damn tired and exhausted that I kind of slept for almost 8 hrs and still couldn’t get over with the pain. It would easily get all the bearings in one's body jolted forever.

Serious Advice – Always check for another option before travelling by a Government owned Tamil Nadu Bus, any other state vehicle would be a much much better option.

Scribbling Lectures

Moments cherished n spent like a dream….

Its like a free hand painting…

Where no erasers are used….

And no getting back to blank zero….

All one can do is use better shades….

To improve all in one’s life that fades…

College in teens….Canteen’s were we are seen umpteen….

The sada dosa and the rajma chawal….

Where in girls normally have fal-wal…

Enjoying each moment each second…..

Movies n pubs all weekend…

Parties every once in a while….

People drinking till they hit the tile….

Brakes…

That’s when the debarred list is out….

Students suddenly in lots of distraught….

A beer or two gets them steady again….

Getting them to forget the pain….

Dodda Aalad Maraa

It means Big Baniyan Tree, Big is like 4.27 Acres of land. Yes that is how big this particular tree is. Its in Bangalore, on mysore road. This tree in history has played a vital role in one of the most famous song sung for friends by friends – Yeh Dosti, hum nahin todenge, todenge dum magar, saath na chodenge from the movie Sholay. If you have managed to get a picture of the song, the you might as well remember someone hanging onto a Baniyan tree and swinging around. Oh yes, it was this very tree and the village Ramgarh where the movie was set is actually very close to this place.

The tree is supposedly the second largest in India, the first one being in Calcutta, spread of 7.8 acres of land. The central tree i.e the Mother tree had fallen down around 40 yrs before, for now its only its children that are alive and keeping the legacy alive. In remembrance of the central tree in that very place a small temple has been constructed where pooja takes place.

This land has been taken up by the government now, setting up a small park, with benches and a few picnic spots. Its so nice to know that most of these places have now been declared monumental and have been granted certification from the Archaeology Dept of India. I simply loved the place and the way it was kept. For example, when the roots that hang from the tree come to a certain distance downwards, the team there sets up a small wired fencing around it putting in mud in to it so that it can easily spread itself into the soil.

In case you are a nature lover and have time at hand when in Bangalore this is definitely a place that you would wanna see, though we are now forbidden to hang from the trees like in those good old days.

A Visit to the Golden Temple

Ah...Well... this isn’t about me being in Amritsar and that Golden Temple. It’s in fact a visit to the Golden Temple, this one being located in a village called SRIPURAM, near Vellore. For quite some time my folks were planning to visit this temple. My uncle would say that this temple houses loads of gold, they have in fact gold plated the entire central structure of the temple.

On arriving at Sripuram, I was amazed at what was there in a village that had nothing but this temple. We had managed to get through with some VIP entry, but lemme tell you guys, walk... walk  n walk more was all that we did for a very long time after entering the temple premises. No cell phones were allowed inside the temple. There were small stores on the path way wherein we could buy water and some snacks in order to keep walking more.

When we reached the central Shrine of the temple, it was amazingly beautiful, situated inside a pool of water that had well carved elephant heads cut out in the sides from whose trunk water was flowing into the pool. To add to all these was  the glowing sun,  which simply made the shrine glitter. As we neared the middle, we saw that Goddess Lakshmi aka Narayani Amma was absolutely magnificient. She was very very elegant and superbly decorated. We had the priviledge of watching the entire pooja.

I had a great experience. I would recommend a visit to this temple in case you travel down south.

Whooaah... College Days......!!!!!

A day with a very nimble beginning…..
With realization of hairs graying….
The urgency to reach college…..
Only to realize later about forgotten baggage….
Lectures to torture….
Minds facing seizure…..
Subjects on various front….
Only students to bear the brunt…..
The respite’s from the A see…..
That gets the atmosphere freesee….
Constant chit chats….
Untill teachers call us brats…..
The news round up’s…
Gives many a  few hiccup’s…..
Some switching on the fan…
While other request for a ban…
People gift wrapped in shawls…
Firmly grounded to avoid brawls…..
Some copying notes  while others worried about election votes….
Most girls with lost hair bands….
For which guys have folded hands…..
Weekends aren’t awaited beers…..
We are all day… all the while in cheers……

Random Scribbling

I wish I could keep running away…

All along & simply all the way…

Racking my brains…
for having only grains….

I reach out for love…..
without wearing gloves…..

I do things wanting romance…
from the one I always glance….

I wish I could keep running away…

All along & simply all the way…

Wanna wrap my hands around her….

Run my fingers through her hair….

Feeling them flow like a flare….

Wish to be with you and spend time with you….

But then you are so far away....
And time begins to sway…..

I wish I could keep running away…

All along & simply all the way…

Entangled in all my thought…..
Not forgetting all the times we fought…..

Sipping coffee when its cappucinno…

Munchin Pizzas when its fillipino….

I wish I could keep running away…

All along & simply all the way…

After 5.00 pm BLUES anyday n everyday of 2008-2010 MBA in Amity

We get back home….another day in college..

Long lectures….increasing our so called knowledge..

Flinging around shoes n socks…..

As if they were stones n rocks….

Horrendous is the feeling….

When Kancha (our servant) isn’t coming….

Guys are simply nerds…..

As they wanna party in herds…

The lists are then made….

To get liquor of a particular grade…

Drinking blender’s pride…..

Feeling the ride…..

Sipping kingfisher’s Strong….

Though its without a bong…

Smokes are marlboro lights….

Ensuring evenings without fights…..

Then begin the love stories…..

For which we need French fries….

Gurls begin to cry….

Without having to try……

Dialogues are delivered with aplomb…

Like soldiers placing bombs….

Some swearing on…. While some pouring on…

Dancing to the hilt…. To be sweept away by silt….

Counts lost on the pegs…

Shaky are everyone’s legs….

Hangover is the ultimatum…

Lemon juice is the homium…

Over is the feeling of ecstacy…..

Gone are the shoes gifted by mercy….

n so on n so forth......

I Gotta a Feeling......

Feelings are in abundance…..

Some that can be expressed……

Many that can never be……

Some that can be read…

While other’s deceive…..

The feeling of a winner can be expressed only by a winner….

The feeling of an infant can be experienced by the mother alone….

The feeling of the raindrops can only be when you get drenched…..

The feeling of the wind can only be when it hits you right across….

The feeling of weight can be felt when shouldered…..

The feeling of depth can be when diving deep inside….

The feeling of a pounding heart can be expressed by any lover….

The feeling of ecstasy can be when high….. 

You will never know Why, when in love YOU…..

Want to always request for Red Roses…..

Want more corners to hide….

Want the internet to never go off….

Want the mobile battery to keep going on n on…

Want network everywhere….

Want to be free for most of the time…..

Wish SMS’s were more cheaper…..

Want call rates with better tariffs…

Want the mails to never bounce back…..

Want the coffee house you go to be empty…

Want the gifts we select to be the most special….

Want the dresses to be unique….

Want the clocks to run fast until you meet & to slow down completely or stop when you meet….

Want the highways to never end…..

Want the corner seats for movies n operas…

Want to be doing every thing just for just this ONE PERSON……

You will never know Why, when in love You......

Enough

Chitvi's Amazing Art

No river is deep enough….

No sky is high enough…..

No building is tall enough…..

No pills are strong enough…

No poison is poisonous enough…..

No ceiling is fit enough….

No roads are crowded enough….. 

Its only your love that’s all enough…..

Wen in Class

The fan goes round n round…

Teacher speaks word after word….

We students follow it slide by slide….

One wanting to reduce heat….

Other to impart knowledge….

Us fighting to decode slides….

The clock goes tic toc tic toc….

We always go hip hop hip hop….

What say people..... 

Hey Sweeto

Mobile begins to tinkle…..

Sings…there she goes…. There she goes again……

Racing through my brain… n I just can’t contain……

This feeling that remains……

My heart begins to pound…..

Feeling taking me away from ground……

The cheeky dimple on my face……

Gets me up with loads of grace…..

I feel relieved of all my sensations….

Can’t smell, feel touch, no hearing, loss of words, eyes blurred….

M soulfully happily in Love….. just to say “ Hey Sweeto”

Kanu Priya in words.....

I had this somewhere

A tiny frame trots into class….

One with a short pony tail…

I yearn to spend time with her….

Only to learn that she’s down with fever…..

Food’s what deficient in her body….

Saline’s hanging by her so steady…..

She’s got a charming face….

Simple attitude with loads of grace…..

Her hands very soft n tender….

A perfect beer belly….

For a body perfect fully…..

Clothes that fit in from the kid’s section…..

A false nose ring she’s got…..

Ear’s occupied with simple gold…..

The criss cross tooth…..

Glasses she never wears…..

A fast track to check on her time…..

Her lip gloss is her companion……

She’s a sweetheart with very simple practices to life….

I wonder in amazement as I pinch myself……

To believe that I have been inducted into the friends list….

Of an Amazingly Little Wonderful Gurl.

Petrol or Muscle Power.... for my BIKE

Me Driving a Harley

Bikes zoom past us, most of them rash, other safe while a few are thorough professionals. I have been on Bikes for almost 10 years now. I love biking and never let go of any opportunity to hit the road. Been vroooming all this long, believing that “Petrol was the secret ingredient that gets my vehicle moving”. The kilometers my bike moves is directly proportional to the petrol that is poured into it.

But then many a times when I had a PUNCTURED TYRE or say NO FUEL my bike STOPPED but wouldn’t come to a standstill, it would simply continue to march on ahead.

In the first situation of a punctured tyre, if I drive, it would damage my tyre and at the most it can damage my RIMS but cannot do anything beyond that to my bike.

When there is no fuel, the bike it can still move on. All it needs is a little bit of help from the muscular me. Yeah, I just have to push it along to the nearest Petrol Station.

Me, Gurpreet and Mohit at 2.00 am, Noida

We were on our way back home on a PULSAR (tripling) having a fun ride as we always do, scaring the shit out of the stray dogs by barking at them, waving at the gate keepers, having candy ice creams. Only this time the bike suddenly felt wayward and I realized that the TYRE IS FLAT. All we did was first get off the bike and laugh at ourselves saying – “Apni to Lag Gayi”, and then decided to walk it out and manually power the bike as it wasn’t safe to leave the bike on the road. We again were engrossed in some discussion and continued walking home; the distance was about 4 kms. Suddenly out of no where a gentleman who was on his way to sec 62 to meet his girlfriend, stops by and asks us, “Bhai, Sab Thik Hai…??”, we narrated the incident, he said, ‘I will give you a lift’, Me and Gurpreet hopped on to his bike, while Mohit drove the punctured pulsar (sitting on the petrol tank). We had reached home safe and sound without much trouble. We thanked him and before we knew it, he was already on his way to meet his Girlfriend.

Alone, 11.30 am, DND FLYWAY towards Gurgaon

Petrol in the Bike got over. I dint know what to do, it just seemed like as if I will have to muscle power the vehicle for about 10 kms to the nearest petrol station. I again simply resigned to fate and began powering my bike. (I had tried out means like completely tilting the bike to one side and also blowing air into the petrol tank). Suddenly out of nowhere someone stops by to ask me what happened, I told him the entire incident, he said he will TOW the vehicle for me. He towed me to the nearest gas station in Faridabad Road near Ashram. Once there he just waved goodbye and left. I was just so elated and happy to the core.

And many many more such incidents….

By these simple examples what I learnt and applied in life is that

• No matter how worse the situation is, just by simply accepting it the chances of getting a solution increases by leaps and bounds.
• When life threw shit at me, I must have enough courage to keep walking on and have faith and belief that I will come through as WINNER in all situations.
• I realized that all the sorrows are temporary; the only problem is that I simply held on to it, rather than just letting go of it.
• Any damage if at all is just at the surface level; deep down it’s for good.
• I don’t have a choice, but to stay Happy all our life.
• I figured out how to get out of it problems without Cribbing and Crying.
• I also learnt to say TRY ME instead of WHY ME.

Life has simply been a revelation since I learnt that Petrol isn’t exactly what motors a BIKE. So if a BIKE can move on without Petrol, then with all the powers bestowed upon me I choose to move on beyond all the silly troubles and to be the CHEERFULLEST at all times.