Korean Diaries :Evening in Korea

Very softly she lifted her head from the chest of her boyfriend it was resting on.Those neatly pressed hair had been concealing a beautiful face which was visible in its full glory now.With those innocent expressions on her face apologising to him, the couple had been able to sustain my attention for some moments now. Both of them kept looking into each other's eyes thereafter. It was not at all difficult for me to actually understand the love pulses being transmitted and received from either ends. Sitting at some distance I could feel the vibes of their love for each other. Finally there came an acknowledgement of girl's request . The boy kissed on the girl's forehead and it was quickly follwed by a hug from the cute Korean girl with her small eyes now beaming with joy and love.I too could not stop smiling looking at them.She again leaned on the boy's chest but this time there was more contentment on her face.With a gentle touch he moved that bunch of hair that had been kissing her cheeks till now and moved them to the back of the girl's hair.

Umm……….

But they came back to kiss her cheeks .Boy kept moving them to the back of ears and they kept coming back.And he continued doing it after that as obedience seemed to be last remembered word to those hair.There was fun that this disobedience had been able to create which the couple seemed to be cherishing a lot.Perhaps all of them were enjoying it….the girl ….the boy…that bunch of hair….boy's fingers…..the girl's cheeks.And last but not the least me too  :P

This is what Korean freak out points are about.If you can feel it you can live it else u cant understand it.

I still remember the other evening when myself and the two Abhijee(i)ts climbed up an overbridge to cross a road and found a good enough recreation point over it.Big enough in size to accommodate a few koreans playing badminton. Couples out with their amazingly cute kids.Some crying some laughing.In the middle of the bridge was a strange tilted structure which we later found out to be the Korean Jantar Mantar, a solar watch.On all the possible corners of the bridge were watchhouses typically Korean in structure with red-tile rooftops giving the place a medieval age aroma.Walking across the bridge we found some chirping noises of two couples.

The angels had been trying to hit the bull’s eye and the demons with them had been cherishing their hits and misses.Next was the turn of demons to exhibit their skills.But the game was different for them.The boys had worn their gloves.Before them were piled a bunch of tiles.Red in colour.First boy looked at the face he had chosen to bear the pain for.Expressions of anticipation are the best to look at on any face.With hands folded near the chest and on their high heels girls looked damn cute.Boy took a step back and made that typical Kung-Fu pose.And another round of exchange of eyes followed.And next moment boy’s hand rested in the middle of those broken tiles.And the girls were jumping up and down making some strange Korean sound.Must have been something like “Oh My God ! You did it.I love you my hunk”. And the girl’s prize were the teddy bears that had been kept on the backside.It should not be difficult for anyone to guess what happened after that.The boys got also got the gifts they wanted .An amazing public display of affection and love.The girl took the teddy bears and leaped onto their boyfriends.Hugs and Kisses were all around.Beautiful moments of love.When the hugs and kisses stopped the boy started showing the scratches that had come on his hand but his cries were soon lost in those extra hugs and kisses he was bestowed with by his girlfriend.That’s what he wanted.There was strange happiness on their face.The guys had made the their girls’ day and the girls made the day for their hunks.And my day was made looking at them

Kamsamida Korea JJ

Life in a Cubicle!!!

Youtube videos and the Advertisements of Monster.com had always generated an excitement in me. Be it the frustrated face of an employee or some cherishable moment I always felt like putting myself into that situation. When you know something is unavoidable you start taking sides. Either it starts scaring you or it will start exciting you.Luckily this time I was on the better side.

Cubicle is a place where I spend most part of my day.I have slowly started to realize the beauty in the few things I have been provided with. Just lived a wonderful moment with the intercom device.Called up Gorav .Made him switch on his PC. Made him stretch his body to get me his PC number. Made him open his Ms. Word. Finally ended the show with a request to open his facebook account. This is the liberty intercom has now blessed me with here. You can call up anyone.Masquerade as lead manager or a system admin guy. And end up laughing the loudest. Undoubtedly you can be on the other side too. But then even identifying the voices is great fun.

With someone working full time to achieve targets.Somewhere the girl next cubicle enjoying the day by chatting. Someone validating the working of the latest app for facebook instead of working on the Samsung mobile. You have your own ideals to choose. Cubicle speaks a lot about any person.Visit any cubicle and get a glimpse of what the other person enjoys the most. With dartboards installed in a few cubicles. Teddies gracing the table tops of some.And the very next cubicle decorated with various sort of devices and cables with their artistically shaped mouths to plug them into each other.You get a feel of the basic nature of many.

I still have to break the code to reach a cubicle from my cubicle with the shortest path travelled..As you move through the paths along the cubicles,you have a different pair of eyes checking you out. Going to a cubicle in the other corner is easy as you have your destination in sight.But if the cubicle to be reached lies in between of the long hauls I get a real test to crack.And sometimes I end up revolving around a cubicle.What a sight I produce for those two eyes in that cubicle.

All day I sit in a dim light which I enjoyed only in the restaurants before this.Keep hopping between meeting rooms and my cubicle. World around has changed so drastically.You get no clue of the things God actually blessed us with.Except the self proclaimed most lovable ones. Yes the Homo Sapiens.All day within these closed confines. It is just another solitary prison with lots of facilities served with a smile.I rush outside in the lunch breaks to get a feel of the real world outside.Can’t tell how amazing that droplet on the pink flower looks then.They have done this job quite nicely.Lake outside is a real respite.With ducks immersing their beaks into the water again and again I get some moments to save that umbilical cord between me and mother nature being cut off.

Hope I continue enjoying all this…..

Dandia night

Durgashtmi day. Myself and Sachin were sitting at home in a relaxed mood. We had a plan for a dandia night next day. Rahul and Gorav had decided against being part of the celebrations. This had put my plans in a circle of confusion. How can Dandia be enjoyed without friends? While Sachin’s interest was good motivation, Rahul’s disinterest was a serious demotivation. Kept persuading Rahul but he did not budge. Finally a plan for wearing traditional dresses gave the big reason I needed. All four of us went to the shop in the afternoon and were taken away by the charm of those pantaloons. Rahul got interested in the plan. Gorav too obliged to come on Sachin’s insistence. But still he kept it a condition that he would not wear the traditional stuff. This time three of us were trying to convince Gorav to little success.But then he put a condition that he would agree to come only if we allow him to smoke. Having his company on such a nice occasion was a temptation strong enough for us to allow him smoke a cigarette.
We went back to the class. Came back in the evening with all the beauties we were to company. Ladies too looked interested in wearing those extra flashy apparels. But there was a difference this time. I was surprised to see the big interest Gorav had this time.The boy was very keenly finding the dress that suited him the best. Such a big mood swing in just 3 hours.Still not been able to figure out the reason. Was it because he could see that we had special company this time or was it because he just wanted to enjoy the show to the fullest. I find it hard to believe that just a few Cigarette pipes can spell that magic. Looks like there was something else working behind the scenes. I leave it to the handsome hunk to answer that.
After 2 hours
A vehicle with a green-black trouser and a yellow shirt running on the roads of Bangalore with its three legs . Four colorful people sitting on the backseats. All smiles. But those smiles had some roots in the excitement and much stronger roots in the shyness the dresses and people looking at were extracting out of men. And I was the accused as I had proposed the idea.So much of ridiculing.
When the mother in a passing by car points her finger and tells her kids to look at us. And those kids stick their cheeks to the window panes for a glance. And then laugh with those small mouths in which even the teeth have not fully matured. It gets a little embarrassing!!!!
But there is magic in company of friends. You start enjoying everything.And the moment which had the potential of embarrassing a man became a moment I am going to cherish all my life now.Spent the entire journey laughing on ourselves.
Reached the venue. Got out of the vehicle. And now so many eyes were attacking us from all the sides. We could the realize the comforts we had been enjoying of being exposed just from one side in the vehicle. But now we were out in the open with no shields to protect us. All passing eyes onto us. Where to go? How to save ourselves? Saw refuge in the venue 100 meters away. Separating us was busy road. Rushed to cross it. But the script had something else in store for us.We had crossed half the road.And now four overdressed men stood on raised divider. Vehicles on either side admiring our beauty. Can situation be worser!!
But actually we were enjoying everything. We were happy to be in this state. Even into the venue we were being admired. But slowly grew a habit of it. A unique thing was that the guys were admiring us more than the damsels walking around. This was scary!
Soon the ladies in our group arrived and now the slightest tinge of shyness in the blood was diluted.All the four ladies looked amazing. Where Aditi‘s pink was too graceful. Divya’s Red-black carried a very special touch of the occasion. Ridhi’s yellow was shining with radiance. Swati’s red glowed bright. Such time taking dressing up called for a photo session and some great clicks happened. Later we went into the big hall.
Ambience was amazing. Lots of effort had been put into everything. A pattern of half cylindrical shaped clothes stretching through the entire length of the hall ceilings gave a royal touch to everything. Then those beautiful lantern structured clothes around every pillar in the hall. Women in the hall had put in all the efforts they could have to dress up better than every next lady in the hall. Gujarati Saree with its special folds added the special masala to all this Gujarati curry. A great looking statue of Goddess Ambaji was installed in the center of the conglomeration. Beautiful diya stands graced the dias. Big bamboo sticks had been used to create pathways for people to dance around. The very thought of what a pleasant sight this would make for the Gods up in the heavens when people start dancing all round in respect of Maa delighted me.
Like any other social gathering here too tiny tots kept playing all around before the big event could begin. A lovely sight. It was Garba time.Garba is amazing dance. With no special rules to be followed one can stretch himself in his own ways. No doubt people good at it displayed the special charm this special form of art has. And I got the day’s worth by looking at them. But even the first timers were worth watching. In our group Ridhi was at her own best. Sachin’s every step looked to be coming straight out of the heart. Divya was very good at it and made sure all of us kept enjoying it with her great inputs of some steps. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly. People of all ages performing together. But the biggest attraction to me were the Gujarati saree clad women performing those special moves that involved rotating about a position. And then those groups of boys and girls performing the same steps in a synchronized manner.I never got to know when they would take a few steps back and I would be left searching for a place for myself to stand.A newbie I was, kept searching vacant spaces for myself to dance. Danced for a long time and then became part of a wonderful Puja.
Time for food. Lots of food was ordered. Hunger for food had brought out the natural child character out of Gorav.And I was seriously loving it.Boy was asking for more and more food. Showing reluctance to get the food from the stalls. Felt like pampering him. Sachin at his caring best ,continued making all the arrangements.We sat in a circle in a garden reminding me of the glorious college days which do not seem to be coming back ever now. Had some wonderful small talks with people around. A group of small children playing those childhood games near to the place we sat. And I was nostalgic.Those circles of ‘pantloose’ and ’alariums’ the 2feet girl was drawing on the sands was scratching my heart big time.I still love the way small girls try to dictate and mend everything their way. Felt like kissing all the foreheads playing there.
The sky did not have any stars that night. Probably all of them wanted to have fun down on the dance floors. Sorry Mr. Moon, Dandia festival is like that!!
It was time for Dandia. It was first time for many of us. We were struggling initially but still enjoying it. Initially we kept doing it within our group but later on the Gujjus got us involved. For next hour and half I kept admiring the magic of community dancing. Two circles were made. The outer rotating anticlockwise and the inner clockwise. People good at it kept telling us the right ways to do it. This dance proved it yet again that the most simple things in life are the most beautiful ones. For the entire duration I kept exploring various social dynamics through this dance form. With such simple steps you have the liberty of looking into the eyes of the person dancing with you. The power and magic smiles carry, was high on display. Got friendly with many there . You enjoy dancing with someone and the other will enjoy dancing with you for sure. Another beautiful thing I observed was a mother’s heart.You make her son happy when dancing with him and the mother dances with you with an escalated level of happiness. How beautiful !!
Salutes to the mother’s heart.
With it come big opportunities. Just gently strike the girl’s hand with the stick and you have a chance to strike a conversation and pamper the girl. How ethical. I have heard that foundations for many a pious bonds are laid in these 9 days .And I could realize the truth behind the fact.
I feel contented to be part of such a wonderful social gathering.
Thank you all!!!

COUNTERING ALL STRIKES

Falling blocks have fallen flat. KBounce has bounced to heights beyond imagination and does not seem to be coming back now. The sweepers are done with the sweeping of all the mines. This is what happens when veterens like counter strike jump into the arena. Am not sure who the culprit is for injecting this retrovirus into kanya. But since then kanya's been very ill and the number of casualties has swelled up. This retro is very dangerous. Even the healthiest students have not been able to develop the immunity to fight this retro. Faculties have tried declaring a situation of high alert but still the menace remains uncontrolled. Special squads keep arriving from Nainital but have not been able to deliver any results. This resident evil has not spared any resident of kanya. Slowly this retro seems to be becoming a permanent part of everyone's character at this place.Since this kanya is sure to be married to Team Samsung on 24th october, none's actually troubled. That is the liberty lifetime relationships let you enjoy.

Was just walking with Pradeep yesterday evening in our society.Paani started shouting.

Terrorist...........Terrorist..........Terrorist...........

I caught hold off him otherwise this bopali babu would have backstabbed a security guard of our locality.

This menace has hit everyone hard. You never know when it calls up the Interrupt Service Routine and the system shows some abnormal behavior. Though everyone's been equally affected with the virus. Most badly hit group remains the MSIT duo. With their headphones on,you never know when their ISR sends up a broadcast message.

It has always been a pleasure for me to look at these victims from the last bench. I love the expressions the boy sitting besides me shows while he is on a killing spree. Whenever the trigger is pressed he opens his mouth wide open to gulp any terrorist on his way. This follower of virtual reality uses his chair a lot and keeps swinging to either side whenever he is attacked by any terrorist.

There are lot of positives out of this entire addiction. It has blessed everyone with an opportunity to implement the concepts of scheduling the faculties here have been trying hard to explain. Everyone's been playing with the priority values since counter strike has been loaded. No one has found it a problem to provide counter strike some necessary time slices between the classes. Its not been that easy. Some high priority tasks keep arriving. But still the synchronisation has been done in an optimal manner. Since Linux classes have started a completely new thread has been triggered and the context switching between the two threads of Windows and Linux has been consuming lot many time slices.This has reduced the time for which the actual application runs.But still all the schedulers have not shown a big degradation in the performance.

Counter strike's the new MTV for this kanya. You get to the know the hottest things around. A weekend movie can show up various pandeyjeeeees searching for their sonakshis in the terrorist and anti terrorist squads. You get to know ki aj aditi boli and she has a doubt at this place. Too many followers have been added to the follower list of netaji.Kabhi kabhi to Jhulka bhi bolta hai


In nutshell this game has helped everyone countering the dangerous strikes of every subject.

A Love letter template

Should I say that to her?Or would I never be able to tell her what she means
to me?Its been two years now that I have continually admired her. But still she
looks so fresh to me. I still wait for those smiles to flash on that beautiful face.
That first look of hers every morning still has the same charm for me as that she had
when I first saw her. I do not actually understand how my cheeks get stretched
whenever I think of her. And why does it remain stuck there for all the time I
think of her. I always found it to be very boring to look at the same face for the
entire length of the day. But things have changed now. I can sleep with open
eyes now. I feel a strange boost in my energy levels all the time I think of her.
How has someone managed to cage me so beautifully. Why am I so eager to
remain caged?Why do I actually not feel like liberating myself?Why does that free
air not bear the same fragrance for me now. I have always been a free bird who has
admired the wood of all the stems he sat on. But probably it is in the destiny of a
bird to finally find a stem and nest in the place he has been blessed with a life for.
This life has an existence for someone now. How can someone control my brain
more than myself?Why does the quest to know some people never end,no matter how
close you get to them?I always wanted to understand the complexities of life.Enjoy them
in most unique ways possible.But someone seems to have changed my outlook towards life.Life’s got a much simpler meaning now.I feel a lot more fascinated towards simple
things I had learnt to ignore.Everything around looks a lot more beautiful now.The moon
shines with an extra radiance.Flowers bloom with an extra glow.Skies look much more animated now.How can someone bring so much change in one’s life.Should I really be
happy about it?The power someone possesses to control my behaviors and instincts
terrifies me.But I have the realisation that I have no escape.Chains of love are amazing.
You remain tied to them through all the ends but still can sing and dance merrily.Different beats of music are on play all the time.I now have company in the most solitary places.Feels like I am living a dream.Oh God! Please never let this end.

Infy Diaries:But I love you a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Let me disclose to you a love story I have come to realise I am in.I don’t exactly remember when I first saw her.But got into a serious relationship with her in second year of my graduation.Though we were in talking terms long before that.Didn’t know then that I would get so serious for her.But as things stand now she is an inexplicable part of my life.Our relationship only got stronger with time.My day actually starts when I have a look at her and I feel relieved if I get to see her before I hit the hay.

I knew that a lot of things would change when I enter this phase of life,but could never truly realise the magnitude of this change.I last saw her at the Delhi airport.When I came to this place,I decided to change my priorities and I must confess that she was not on my mind.But a few weeks at this place and separation from her really hit me hard.It filled me with lots of discontentment and loneliness.My world had become so small without her.

To my surprise I found her sitting with a friend of mine.And it was a big moment for me as it gave me much needed answers.I finally realised that she was one of the reasons I was feeling lonely at this place.Finally I proposed to her at the reception hall building no. 14 next evening.

And guess what ……she said yes!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my God !!!!

I always knew this.But still everything seemed to be exceeding my expectations.

Just next morning she came to visit me.As always I could see the enormous efforts she had put in to dress up just to ensure that I take a good look at her.She had travelled a very long distance just to meet me.And my admiration for her only increased with this.Since then she visits me everday with a fresh look each day.And I sit admiring……

How wonderful !!!!

But work compulsions and all do not allow me to spend quality time with her.We remain together for entire length of the day but still there is little communication between us.She comes up with all sorts of topics just to strike a conversation with me but still I find it difficult to let our conversations reach a satisfying level. Anyways I seek satisfaction in the fact that she is there with me.

She is my copy of newspaper delivered every morning…
Love you!!

An amazing night at Sherwood!!!!

23rd September 2010


Clock would have just struck 10.I was out for a walk in a highly photogenic society.A society where hindi usage is considered a slang and every 2 feet tiny tot knows the right usage of all forms of verbs.A society crowded by the young couples helping their kids with the early steps. Enjoying solitude under the basketball net I received Manish’s call.I knew that Manish was in red shirt tonight and I spotted him walkin in the next lane.Kept following him and calling for him to no response.In doubt ,I made a phone call and to a surprise he was sitting in my room and I had been following the wrong guy..
As I dashed my way into the room,I was in for a surprise.All the arrangements for a drinks party had been made.There are very few things that can extract sincerity out of men. Drinks are one of them.
Everybody quietly sat on the floor with eyes glued to the vodka bottle standing tall in the middle of the gathering.One of the many beautiful moments always on offer to a non-drinker.
Everyone just kept admiring the love in the eyes of others for the sizzling hot beauty seated in the middle. Every eye remained stuck to each glass on serve. Jokes were being cracked but who the hell was interested.There were two starters in the block.One the birthday boy and the other our mukhiya ji vinay babu.But none was interested in their debut.Everyone gulped their share of the drink to find only the birthday baby crying for cheers.Then everybody else had to oblige him but with their empty glasses as the drinks had already gone down the food pipes.But one bottle was too less for people thirsty since a long time.And there was big demand for a lot more of it.Led by kitanu ,three of us went to get the only lady one can afford to share with each other,rather we love to.
Three vodka damsels were brought and the smile on the face of every drinker gave some kodak moments meant to be captured.Again the drinks were served and no time was wasted in allowing it to gain control of our nervous systems.Now investments had been made and everyone was waiting for the returns.Quick arrangements were made for a dance party and the floor was hit hard.This liquid has an amazing character.It brings out the most dominant character out of anyone’s personality.What natural child!! What adapted child!! and what the caring parent!Everything was high on display that night.And it was a treat for me as I was the only one who didn’t drink that night.Mr. Pradeep Janardhan proclaimed that he needed just 9 days to know the basic character of any person.Arre sirji!!!!! Why do you work so hard?Just serve a few quarters and everything will be out.
Theme of the dance this night was Nagin.And.And.And.And.No words can truly bring out the fun of those moments.Hands high up in the shape of the fangs of a cobra.And the bodies in full flow.The best thing was that the swings were not just to and fro.But Right and left.Up and down.And alllll around.Like those extra thrilling scenes of snakes on discovery ,here too all the self proclaimed snakes were creeping onto each other.The little space there had come as a blessing in disguise.As none had to offer any reasons for being onto the other person.Like any other place Kitanu remained the showstopper at this place also.
Arre!!
Arre!!
Arre STOP THINKINGTHAT!!You dirty mind!!How stupid of you to think that!!
Yes we had fun but brotherly spirit prevailed all through.
We have been studying some OS stuff for some days.
Oh!Beg your pardon!We have actually just been sitting in OS classes.All sorts of games helping us do the honours.But still how easily the ghost of operating system had got into the minds of innocent people was quite evident there.
Four people sitting on the floor with backs laid against the wall .Eyelids struggling to close as well as to remain open.And then roles were assumed.Gopi the thread 0,kitanu thread 1,Pardeep thread 2 and Rahul thread 3.
We are a fan of Windows platform so no distinction has been made between process and thread.Do not kill me for that :-)
Now all the concepts of operating system were applied.First round robind scheduling and preemptive scheduling of the tasks were done.Interprocess communication followed it.Everyone picked up each other.And messages were passed :P.Arre nothing like that yaar.Slowly three processes started communicationg.Kitanu was picked up by two other processes.And it became very difficult for the intermediary process kitanu to be in that state.
The door bell rings and OS sends all the four threads in suspend state.And they lay on the floor silently.
Remaining people try to open the door.But in that state it was difficult to make out the direction in which the door opened.After lots of struggle the door was opened.Security guards stood outside with the special black sticks in their hand.Our neighbour had lodged a complaint.
Assurances were given.
But keeping 10 drunk people in control is no child play.Our four pretty threads still in. suspended state forced each other’s mouths closed to keep the noise levels down.Some bugs still prevailed in the system.And often the hand of one thread went off other thread’s mouth. Output of every resumed thread was uncontrolled laughter.And the OS had to intervene to send the thread in suspended state again.
In the threads we had the natural child characters in their full glory.Now that it was time for controlling the drunk people,the caring parent character had to come out.
Gorav was out but in a unique fashion.His brain kept urging him that he had to improve the situation….. And he kept spreading awareness of the repercussions of keeping the noise levels high.Manish babu was self assured that he would serve another quarter to each drunky and the situation would be under control.
Rahul was moved to his bed but he was highly reluctant. Those were some loudest bursts of laughter I have ever heard from the boy’s mouth. Soon to follow that were some emotional moments which made him flow some diamonds out of his eyegates.
Oh man the boy cried!!This bottle is amazing.Two extreme emotions within such a short interval.
Now the role play was between kitanu and Mukhiya ji.Kitanu the natural child and Mukhiya ji the caring parent.Kitanu pleading before Mukhiya ji for a walk around the society and Mukhiya ji offering him some glucose in the name of drinking water.Finally the day slowly slowed down and everyone was asleep.But people continued getting up and showing some last glimpses of the hangover…..
But some conclusions can be made ………….
Firstly Daaru is a great unifier.If people have to be brought closer daaru can be highly helpful.
Secondly All the four threads are the best people to be with when drunk.
Thirdly Vinay and Sharad babu are the best people to keep along if you are sure that you will be out.
Fourthly Manish babu is a tanker.
And finally TATA SHERWOOD ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!

Life in a bus!!!-------- Episode 1

I talk of the Haryana Roadways transport service here.It has been four years that I have been using it to reach my college.The richness of my experience can be estimated from the simple facts like I have traveled the same distance of around 16kms in 10min on one day and 5hours on another day.Clung to door with very little support for the entire length.Sitting on the rooftop of the bus.Statistics may be interesting.But the best part of this affair has been the large variety of people I have been able to meet.The various cultures I have been able to see.Some great mood swings I was able to witness.There is no better place to see how a simple thing can be elevated to major fight than a bus.How things like similarity in caste,native place,workplace can bring warmth in people's discussions.I have befriended people in less than 30 seconds and spent all the remaining length talking as if we were age old friends.And then sometimes even parted ways with such people without enquiring their names.The strange but ultimate truth of life.But yes I would never be able to deny the impact these people have had on my life.I have ran around a distance of 500m at times,devised new strategies just to catch the bus:)As pass holders are always unwelcome.Just a thought of all these things entertains me a lot today.Fought with conductors twice my age.
Those silly fights for a seat.huhhhhh...And the bigger troubles when I had to reserve a seat for someone else also.One day i would claim the seat with a set of arguments,next day when I was on the other side of fight I would contradict those arguments with equal confidence.Amazing times.......

For you Shadab!!!!!!

Had some work in Delhi.As it often happens..Journey is always better than the destination.Met two beautiful people today.One on the onward journey and the other on the downward journey.Both were poles apart but still both were true souls of the soil.

In a crowded DTC bus I sat alongside a handsome tall individual.As the bus started moving he inquired certain things about his destination.His tone was not of this part of the land.And accent is something that attracts me a lot.As you can be sure that the other person has the originality of his native place in him.And I have always found it very interesting to interact with such people.As it transpired from the discussions he was from Bilaspur in Himachal Pradesh.As I started exploring his views.He called all place around Delhi 'Hell' where nobody had any concern for any other individual,everything is so crowded and things like that.I loved listening to him.He was all praise for his native place.

One the return journey I met another man whom I will never forget now.I had just started reading a novel I just bought.Was allowing it to grip myself emotionally when I found myself in an amazing story God had scripted for me.........
His name was Shadab Hussain.He was from Lucknow.A blind man.He had traveled all the way from Lucknow on his own.Only support for showing him the way was his stick which was only good to tell him of any obstacles on the way.Nothing else.It is amazing --- how these people travel such long distances without actually having any idea about the way to the destination.It is not easy at all but his act made it look so easy.Moving on Indian Roads is no child play for even common man.What to talk of this person with disability.Salutes to him...

He stood at the metro station,had to change from yellow line to red line at the Kashmere Gate terminus.I offered to help him reach the platform two floors up.We had a common journey till Inderlok station.I begin normal talks with him like it is very crowded at this place.... and he was a keen listener.Then I started inquiring about him.He was blind by birth.Could see only light coming from a direction but could not see any objects.As he talked about these things there was no sign of any grudge with life in his talks.It looks so nice when people take such big difficulties in life sportingly.As we continued talking my admiration for him just kept increasing.He was a student of some course related to IT ,his current topic of interest being search engine optimisation.I had a healthy knowledge of the topic as I once gave a presentation on this topic at some even by infosys...so the discussions were quality in content.He had a handsome knowledge of things like strategies to improve web rating of your site and other things.He is a serious blogger.While talking to him I always felt like I was talking to an intelligent person.Had a good accent in english.
Was so humble......something expected of a person from Lucknow.......
We both promised to stay in touch now.......and parted at inderlok.......
I will always remember this day........

Tiny tots can teach a lot

Since past few days I have been fortunate to observe behaviour of small kids.I don't really know if I have started paying more attention to them or it is something being dictated by life itself.But let me share my small observations with you.

This sunday I was playing with my cousin sister.She is five years old.She asked me to help her cross the park boundry.As I went along this 2 feet angel climbed the iron railings of the park and asked me to hold her one hand.I complied.She started walking over that railing.Railing must have been 3cm thick.As she walked along I kept asking myself as to how I could save her if she stumbled (God Forbid).Confidence my little sister carried gave me the strength to follow her command.She walked that tight rope walk for a distance of around 150m and was very delighted with that achievment.Later on I thought of doing it but I realised that I had learnt to fear a lot all these years.There are things I must unlearn now.I can draw numerous lessons out of this experience.Little girl taught me that I must believe in my potential and my ability to keep increasing it.I must have faith in abilities of my team mates even if I actually doubt the end results.And most importantly she teaches me the way to enjoy simple things in life

Climate change and my colony

It is one of the most discussed topic these days.Every nation wants to put this responsibility on others.High level summits have been held.Numerous reports have been published.And even greater number can be found of those challenging them.But why is all this being done?Why is so much spending been done to fix responsibilities?Is this not a collective responsibility?

Yeah I am aware of the arguments of both the sides and know who the guilty one is.But I really don't feel that such high tables are required to discuss these issues as I am not really optimistic about any results coming out of this.

For me this battle is more about creating a concern.


here is an example of my colony.

Mine is a newly settled colony.10 years before we didn't require any electric motors to fill the overhead tanks in our house.Now every house in my colony has one and life is not possible without them.In my school days I read a simple principle that water maintains its level and that is why we have one large water reservoir at great heights for every colony around.

These days these motors can be found making strange noises in every house in the evening.I do not understand why the simple principle of Physics does not work now.

The only justification that comes to my mind is the profits in the balance sheets of electricity department.
But I feel that a large amount of electricity can be saved because this is a story of many colonies around.So here we need a willingness for a change.It has nothing to do with the conflicts of developed vs developing worlds.



Similarly I have a strong feeling that there are enough places where such small savings can be done.These small savings will have big effects on the climate scenes and on the pockets of many.

Congratulate me!!!

Hey congratulate me!!!!

You know why?

I just got some amazing thing.I just cannot control my excitement about telling it to you.

Wow yaar I want to show it to you.Its muhhhhhhhhh...........

Its my my new Oral-B Cross Action tooth brush yaar.

Made in Irelend.

Just listen how it works...............

It has CrissCross(TM) bristles angled in opposite directions to lift out and sweep away everything in there.

Power Tip Bristles which are extra long to help clean-- hard to reach places

and my favourite Indicator Bristles which fade halfway so you know when to replace your brush.

I have been flaunting it ever since.

Isn't it amazing..........

That is all that went through my mind when I bought it(not really)

But when I saw my Grandma brush her teeth I just hid myself and my brush.She doesn't use a brush.But still her teeth shine more than mine.

This tooth brush science has evolved a lot.But is this really a development or a beautiful work of advertising agencies.The way the qualities of these brushes are explained it does not seem anything less than a rocket science.Is this complication required.

I just saw an advertisement of kurkure hosted by Juhi Chawla where she explains the nutritional values of kurkure.I am sure this ad will make many babloos and bablis explain their mothers why they should be having kurkures as a regular item in their kitchens.Ads are a powerful medium to influence the culture of a nation.

They make you fool and the great thing is they make you celebrate this.So when you flaunt any new accessory next time just make sure who the real pappu is!!!!!!!!

Hail consumerism!!!!!!!

Fog is Good!!!!!!!!!!

Just read a news that Haryana Tourism plans to promote fog tourism now.My first reaction was a strange one which I suppose many of us would be having.Perhaps pace of our lives and certain commuting problems do not allow us to have a good look at the amazing gift God has blessed us with.

In the past few days I have fallen in love with the Fog.My childhood mastis also contribute to this new affair I am in now.The smoke I always enjoyed throwing on the foggy days is an experience worth remembering.

I have set certain checkpoints in my morning walk for the distances to be run and do other things.But with Fog I have started exceeding my potentials.Now I do not get to know that the checkpoints have arrived and I have started running distances I never thought I could.Now I get a feeling that I am my best friend and my worst enemy.Anybody's potential to do anything is not dictated by his talent or other things but by the views he holds about himself.If you can dare to defeat yourself you can defeat anyone on this land.

Fog also has given me another good experience to enjoy.With visibilities going down to less than 10m I can now play with myself.I find some monsters around me everyday of varying sizes and shapes which I later discover as houses I have been saying everyday.The sands around look like snow laden structures.With dew resting on the small plants I find no bounds for my imaginations about them.My morning walks have become much more interesting now.Ignorance is bliss and I am loving the chances God gives me for enjoying being ignorant.

O Lord pardon me for realising your beautiful gift so late but I am always going to cherish it now!

Thanks again.

My Uncle chacha and aunty chachi

Yesterday when I wished a neighbourhood woman as 'Aunty namaste' ,it set me into some sort of thinking.How would I have addressed them if the Englishmen had not visited my land and I was not introduced to the words Uncle-Aunty.I could not find a similar word in my mother tongue.

Uncle is a word of a foreign language.I don't feel that I am any chauvinist ,probably like 'hindi manoos'.But I do not find any equivalent word in my Hindi language.At last I had to settle for Chacha, mama ,etc terms.But I don't think they are equal.

Dictionaries may say that chacha means Uncle and mama also means Uncle.But they are equal for dictionaries only.I remain unconvinced.Uncle does not bring the warmth in relationships that Chacha or Mama brings.I do not feel the belongingness with my uncles but it exists in case of my chacha or mamu.Probably alien languages have made people of my own land seem alien to me.

But the question is still unanswered ,what did we call them when we didn't know the words uncle and aunty.My friends from villages offered me the solution.I have seen my villager friends call everybody in their village as chacha and every man of a village with whom the girl of their village has been married is called fufaji.I found it interesting.

I can feel the social fabric that could have once existed in my land.We tried to create belongingness and an ownership for every man of the nation.But now we try to disown everybody with these amazing words Uncle and Aunty.

So Uncle namaste......................

My countryside

I have been blessed to belong to a place which is partly urban and partly rural. As I recollect some memories I feel so satisfied about the things I have been able to do all my childhood. Plucking lotus from the local pond, playing with the shepherds that passed by, grazing their animals-the buffaloes,sheep,goats and my favorite Rajasthani Cows are some memories I am going to cherish all my life. When I remember the way I played with the kids of laborers working nearby,I can feel the sophistication that has come into my life now.

Anyways I do not want the countryman within to die because mother nature is an eternal source of happiness. So I try to visit the rural realms whenever I get an opportunity. The happiness and satisfaction I get by visiting the fields is something that even the most hilarious movie does not offer.

It is very strange,you do not laugh aloud or even don't smile but soul within is really smiling and you can feel it. I don't feel like talking to anybody that day,there is such a satisfaction within that I become my best mate.

Depending on the time I have got left before the nightfall,I choose my conveyance.

If I have 2-3 hours with me I go by foot,One hour means my bicycle ,even lesser means either bike or dropping the plan. But I must admit that there exists a sea large difference between all of them.Best way is to walk and the experience lessens as I go down(I mean it ) to cycle or bike.

Cycle or the bike makes me miss some experiences I get by walking by foot because the greatest pleasure is in carefully observing the things we have learnt to ignore.

TO BE CONTINUED....................

Say cheese!!!!!!!!!!!!

People across the globe cook different , wear different , talk differently but there are some amazing things we share.The EXPRESSIONS..............

Why does everybody smile with their cheeks up?Why are the voices made when you cry similar everywhere?

How come all the civilisations across the globe developed same expressions for various emotions.

This looks more than just a coincidence to me.

Let me put forward my inferences.............

Probably God wants us to smile so the most effortless expression is a smile.

Keep smiling!!!!!!

my long lost friends!!!!!!!!!!

Certain things become a very important part of your life.But you realise their importance only when you have lost them.I had some friends with whom I spent some most precious moments of my childhood.When they were around I used to trouble them a lot.I talk of the house sparrows.

I have spent all of my days trying to catch them in my mother's 'chunnis'.Those were the moments I can't say both of us enjoyed,probably it was just about me.

They used to greet me early morning in my bed.That's an amazing effect of their chirping.I have always found a rise in my energy levels whenever they are around.Just another amazing principle of nature,somebody else works to raise your energy levels.

Today I miss them,I have annoyed them.There are some amazing concrete structures all around my place but their artistic value does not have an effect beyond the retina in my eyes.

I miss the small birds which used to play all around me,now I feel that they just didn't play around me but played with my heart.

I often go to visit them in the nearby fields but we don't share the same chemistry now!!!!!!

Salaam-e-hijda

We try our best to keep distance from them. We never talk about them in decent circles. We do not talk to them, rather we fear to talk to them. We wind up our windowpanes, we shut our doors when we see them coming. But we love to see them performing though from a distance. We love to laugh at them

Aren’t they children of the same Lord?

Just imagine a day when nobody talks to you.How would you feel?

Either you will cry or you will make everybody else shed tears.

But have you ever seen them cry? You give them isolation, they give you smiles.

You avoid them, but they always try to talk to you. You may not want to talk to them but still you will keep blushing when they speak to you.

In your intimate circles you love to laugh at them. We can’t even estimate the amount of happiness they give to the society .We also can’t estimate the amount of hatred we show them.

Oh Lord! How self-centred we are……

They show us spirit of life .

Love of my life

I have loved her from the moment i first observed her.She is now an inexplicable part of my life.I love to spend time with her.Just she and me.We sit together for hours.I keep admiring her.More i see her,my love for her just keeps increasing.

She has amazing qualities.She is the most energetic and the most dynamic of everybody i have known.I have never seen her resting till now .She keeps working.You won't understand the way she does her job.Whatever she touches produces a different effect.She always remains seated but keeps playing all the drums with her like a perfect bandmaster.She is so fast that you can never think of watching her play her beats.It is the sweetest orchaestra group you can have the opportunity of listening to.

Perhaps my life has a purpose because of her.I cannot imagine a life without her.My every pleasure in life begins from her and ends on her.She introduces me to so many people everyday.She adds sugar to all my relationships.

The day she is ill you keep sisking.

Whatever i write about her would be too small in her praise.I just love her the way she is.

She is my tongue.

Job i admire the most

Everybody enjoys company of cheerful people.For some the ultimate purpose

of life is to smile and spread those smiles.

But there is one person in everybody's life who has the greatest impact on our emotions.He is the most graceful man i have seen.He brings out the brightest of our smiles.We follow him to the highest of the peaks just to find some happy expressions on his face.When he is around .we carry a different charm on our faces.When he is away our feelings,expressions become wild.

I bet all of us have laughed wildest of our laughes when he was away.Try doing that when he has just arrived or is about to leave.This is a test I bet you cannot pass.You will reamin a gentleman when he is around you.

When he is angry, the aggression is transferred to everybody in touch and you cannot escape his touch.

You cannot live without him.Nobody can make you smile if he doesn't want that.But he is a noble man he doesn't let you remain sad for long.

This is one job i would die to do.But admit that i can't do it better than the current guy employed.

He defines professionalism for us.

I have been taught to call him surya devta and i find the words too small in front of his might.

aliens aliens !!!!!!!!!!!

When i walk in the bylanes of delhi , i often get terrified to see aliens on my land.I feel so isolated amongst my own people.They are all around me ,moving around as if I have no existence for them.

The sight is very terrifying.In green trousers and yellow shirts they are everywhere creeping through the smallest of the gaps.I often close my eyes to get off them.At that moment I can very well understand a pigeon's pshyche when he sees a cat.

They are different they run on three legs.

Today they have crowded every avenue of my city.We all are their slaves.All they care for is the person who sits on their seats.Rest all are brinjals and carrots for them.........ready to be cut anytime.Take any boulevard , you will remain at the mercy of this strange creature.

Where have i come my lord....

Probably amidst a formula 1 race of another planet .

You will get to witness every cut and stunt on the road itself ,probably this is why formula races are yet to capture audiences in my land.You get the opportunity to be a lively part of this live race .You just have to take a step out of your house and there's thrill,fear,excitement.

Oh God rid me of these evryday troubles.

My dad tells me they are called autos but they are aliens for me.