Friday, December 3, 2010

The Grand Theft..

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

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

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

Thinking on over a million things at a time hampers each and everything about which one is thinking. Choosing a single path out of the various ones laid in front is a very difficult job. I wonder what effects will these decisions cause?
What was once aspired is now conspired and I am leaving for Mysore finally. I don't know when will I be able to blog again, but I will keep updating you people with the happenings there. 

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

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

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

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


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


Monday, September 27, 2010

What Have You Lost??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Only If You Have Time..

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

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

10 How's:
1. How did you get one of your scars? – I was jumping from one cooler to the other at my Nanny's place and my leg slipped which made me fall at a cooler's corner. It looks like that Harry Potter scar.
2.  How did you celebrate your last birthday? - Celebrated it twice. In Delhi before 15 days (surprise) and after 15 days in Ajmer. It was the best day of my life really.
3.  How are you feeling at this moment? - Confused. 
4.  How did your night go last night? Saw Inglorious Bastards till 2 A.M. What do you expect now?
5. How did you do in high school? - With most of the chief responsibilities on my shoulders, I was the best student the school could ever had.
6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? - It's a Tee won by me in Mood Indigo 2007 at IIT Bombay after dancing with hands and legs tied to another partner (Beedi and Sajna Ji wari.. Ha! Awesome time..:)
7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? - Not much. But I meet them mostly when I go to Kota.
8. How much money did you spend last month? -  Didn't calculate, but I am sure that its much higher then the previous months.
9. How old do you want to be when you get married?- Don't Know. Everything is not upto me you see.
10. How old will you be at your next birthday? - 23
Nine what’s:
1. Your mothers name? Mummy..
2. What did you do last weekend? Crap..
3. What is the most important part of your life? Everything. 
4. What would you rather be doing? I would rather be watching a movie or listening to some of the world's greatest songs.
5. What did you last cry over? Don't ask me. Boys don't (usually) cry.
6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Silence and the place where I love to go alone.
7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Frequency match..
8. What are you worried about? I don't know. But there is something.
9. What did you have for breakfast? Nothing.
Eight you’s:
1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend? Yeah!! It has happened countless times.
2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes
3. Have you ever been out of the country? No (If Andamans is considered a foreign destination then Yes..:)
4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? Me and dumb. Are u kidding..:P
5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Yes
6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? NO!! Wish....
7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Yes..!! 
8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? May be 6-7.
Seven who’s:
1. Who was the last person you saw? As in? Dating or what?
2. Who was the last person you texted? A member of AIESEC.
3. Who was the last person you hung out with? I had a Duo with me which always rocks.
4. Who was the last person to call you? Her.
5. Who did you last hug? My father. It was his birthday 2 days back.
6. Who is the last person who texted you?The same as above.
7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? You think I am telling that to you...
Six where’s:
1. Where does your best friend(s) live? - Kota and Ajmer.
2. Where did you last go? AIESEC meeting.
3. Where did you last hang out? Nareli, Temple.
4. Where do you go to school? Kota
5. Where is your favorite place to be? I am sitting there right now.
6. Where did you sleep last night? Bathroom. WTF!! Obviously on my bed.
Five do’s:
1. Do you think anyone likes you? Do you want me to believe that nobody does. Yes, there are many.
2. Do you ever wish you were someone else? Yeah
3. Do you know the muffin man? No. How does it matter?
4. Does the future scare you? Yeah..Sometimes…
5. Do your parents know about your blog? Yeah…they know that I write but I refrain from sharing the url...
Four why’s:
1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Because it is the best I could do with the best person I have met in my best years.
2. Why did you get into Blogging? Someone told me to. Thank You. (Don't know what my readers would say to this)
3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? Don't know. Lemme ask. Papa.....
4. Why are you doing this survey? I am getting bored. Really bored.
Three if’s:
1. If you could have one super power what would it be? Power to control the happenings of the world. Power to be what I want me to be.
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? I'd rather not disturb anything that happened in the past. Its only because of what happened that I am what I am. 
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? Well, some pills that would help me survive so that I could get the hell out of there. Cast Away....:)
Two would-you-ever’s:
1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you? Never. Lemme ask, who would??
2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yes, off course.
One last question:
1. Are you happy with your life right now? No.
 I am tagging Suppy Di, Pratik Bhaiya, Madhu, Shivani, Rohini, Bindu, Deepa, RJ Saavi and everyone who would like to take up the tag.
Phewwwwwww. It really took a toll of me. I don't know what will you people face. Till then Ciao..!
P.S. Its my Brother's birthday. Happy birthday bhaiya!! You mean more than anybody else to me in this world...:)

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Funny Isn't it??

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

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

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

I joined Shree Cement Ltd, Beawar,
And generated some power.
But alas! The plant was shut down,
Coz it was my destiny's plan..:)

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

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

Er. Nuts: Where is the boiler sir?

Senior: Here see this.

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

Senior: Can you see this 5 storeyed structure?

Er. Nuts: Yes Sir.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isn't it funny, how life travels?
Isn't it funny, how decisions are made?
Isn't it funny, how conditions affect your decisions?
Isn't it funny, how life plays games?
Isn't it funny, how everything becomes so normal again?

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


Friday, July 23, 2010

Delhi Belly Returns...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pinni: You were unknown to the fact that someone else is standing behind you? Are you kidding me? (Furious)

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

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

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

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

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

(At the next station)

Pinni: You want me to get to the security?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Just a day left for fun,
But what I see is a new rising sun.
Some new hopes to fulfill,
And some empty pots to fill.
I see the rays upon me,
Giving me strength to watch and see,
Whats's wrong or right,
And provide me with all the might.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

3 n me (Chocolaty Tag)

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

My 3 famous names~
Nuts (Given by me)
Mittal (Given by my Father)
Battery (Friends)

3 thing that scares me~
Loosing my loved ones
Being alone (Solitude kills)
Accidents (It hurts)

3 thing which makes me smile~
Being with the Family
Carefree kids
Listening to my favorite Music

3 things I love~

3 things I hate~
Late comers

3 things I dont understand~
Emotions (Dunno where they come from)
Lies (Why the hell)
Hypocrites (Stop acting mate)

3 things I am doing right now~
Listening to LP (Musical God)
Scratching my head (Thinking, not itching)

3 thing I can't do~
Lie (How to?)
Control my emotions (Enough)
Love incompletely (Is this possible?)

3 things I think you should listen to~
Linkin Park
Lucky Ali
(Though I am the best singer)
Your Heart

3 things I watched as kid~
Duck Tales (Must watch)
Baywatch (What to say on this?)
Sindabad (Remember Shamsheer-e-Sulaimani)

3 things I want in relationship~
More Love 
(This is the essence for a relationship)

3 things that appeal to me from opposite sex~
Eyes (The deepness)
Purity (The piousness)
Innocence (Deepness+piousness)

3 favourite fictious characters~
Harry Potter (M a big fan)
Albus Dumbledore (Wish all principles were like him)
Severus Snape (Amazing character)

3 of my hobbies~
Writing (You know very well)
Reading (Check out the books list)
Talking (Talk to me n you will come to know)

3 drinks I drink regularly~
Water (Still scarce)
Tea (Bed time)
Coffee (Anytime)

3 things I like about myself~
Eloquence (Get convinced or leave..:P)
Humor (Never a dull moment)
Straight forward (Well..)

3 things I hate about myself~
Trust everyone (Its very easy you see)
Talkative nature (Sometimes I may blabber)

3 things I'm wearing right now~
Capri (3/4th)

2 truths and a lie (orderly)~
Have to go a long way in whatever field I chose.
I just write my feelings!
I eat air..

Blog buddies I wanna tag~
Supriya Di
Prateek Bhaiya

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


Saturday, June 26, 2010

The New Rain..

While the Black clouds swirl,
My heart suddenly twirls.

The rain comes down pouring,
Bringing out all my heart's feeling.

But this time its a new rain,
Sinking my heart with an unknown pain..

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

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

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

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

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

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


Saturday, June 12, 2010

Dove Of Love

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

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

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

Dove Of Love

Taking myself apart,
Has brought the change,
And on becoming smart,
I found myself strange.

I was not like that,
But you made me so,
Taking all I ever had,
You fuckin tried to go.

Whatever you did was in reality,
The acts of showing our odd parity.

All the shit you brought,
Now makes me think of droughts.

And you fucking know the consequences,
Of all that you did,
I was hurt and still not in my senses,
But for you its a bid.

I hate and repel such hypocrites,
That encircles me and tells me,"I am the best."
Which really is the worst.

But what the Fuck!
It's just hard luck.
Getting such blows is a daily game,
And I know you always get a lot of fame.

So what is that you want from me now?
My wings have been clipped,
But still I am in peace,
With the same color.

I fly in every direction,
Still giving everyone the same affection.
I have nothing left but Love,
Coz I am God's Dove,
The Dove of Love..!!

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


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I Miss You!!

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sunday, May 9, 2010

My Mother...

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

When She calls out my name,
It feels I've got all the fame.

When she praises me,
It feels there exists only one person and that's me.

When she shows her affection,
I feel like I am in seventh heaven.

Whenever she embrace,
It feels that nothing is left for me to face.

Whenever she scolds,
My life turns many folds.

She's my Mother,
And there's no one like her.

God made Mother,
As sweet as Butter,
Which melts when it gets heated,
And becomes tough at times I didn't succeeded.

The things she taught,
I couldn't forget at all.

She held me in her arms,
Whenever the world tried to make a harm.

Whenever I cried,
She made rice and that too fried.

She took all my pains,
Which went away like rains.

Her finger's single tickle,
Makes me laugh and chuckle.

I am so fond,
Of the Mother-child sweet bond.

Her lap is my playground,
Where I sleep, play and go round and round.

Life is so incomplete and futile,
Without my mother's love and smile.

She fed me with her milk,
Without asking for any silk.

She waited patiently to hear 'Ma'.
The sleepless nights she spent for me.
The delicious food she cooked for me.
The nine months she waited for me.
I would never be able to thank her,
And I fall short of words.

She's as sweet as sugar,
And as good as butter.

I've seen God,
May be in different forms,
But this form is tangible,
In whose lap I could lay and feel comfortable.

Nothing in the world can define,
A Mother who is so Pure and Divine.

And this is not the end my dear,
Coz it will take my whole life to define my Mother.

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


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

Sunday, May 2, 2010

"Guilty or Innocent" Tag..

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

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

RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

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

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

Asked someone to marry you? Guilty

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent

Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent

Ever told a lie? Guilty

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

Kissed a picture? Guilty

Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent

Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty
Held a snake? Guilty

Been suspended from school? Guilty

Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent

Stolen from a store? Innocent

Been fired from a job? Innocent

Done something you regret? Guilty

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

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent

Kissed in the rain? Innocent

Sat on a roof top? Guilty

Kissed someone you shouldn't? Innocent
Sang in the shower? Guilty

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

Shaved your head? Innocent
Had a boxing membership? Guilty

Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty

Been in a band? Innocent

Shot a gun? Guilty

Donated Blood? Guilty

Eaten alligator meat? Innocent

Eaten cheesecake? Innocent

Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent

Have/had a tattoo? Innocent

Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent

Been too honest? Guilty

Ruined a surprise? Guilty

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

Erased someone in your friends list? Innocent

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

Joined a pageant? Innocent

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

Had communication with your ex? Innocent

Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent

Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty

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

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

Insignia (2nd tag)
Choco (again)
Pratik Bhai
Suppy Di
Blunt Edges

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

Nuts Baba...:)

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Being Tagged...:)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Saturday, April 24, 2010

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Birthday God!!

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

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

Love you God..


Friday, April 16, 2010

Tarangini Tales # 1

It’s been more than a month since the 8th semester began and I have hardly attended any classes. But I don't know why am I going to the college daily. I miss the place when I am at home. I really do (No need to laugh fellows).
Actually I was quite excited about the college annual fest Tarangini-10, the only time of the year when we get a chance to shed that Grey-White uniform and come in our true colors. Last time I was excited about this event was when I was in First year and then the excitement goes down with every semester. The fear of going away from a place makes a person fall in love with the place and this is what has happened with me (I know most would disagree).
Finally the day arrived and after lots of hard work from juniors and batch mates, the event finally kicked off to a decent start. Hats off to all of you and a Hi5s for your hard work.
My participation starts with the very first event called LAN gaming in which my team was completely pissed off by 8-0 in Counter Strike. I couldn't kill even a single police-man, keeping the view in fact that "Good wins over Bad." I lost it by ethics you see. I even screwed my NFS Most wanted game and came last in the heats although I used to be a champ an year before.
Then came my turn to be a spectator in Mock Parliament where I couldn't even understand what the Agenda was because both the ruling and opposing parties were supporting the same motion. But the event was a success. No doubts. While I was sitting there, I received a call from someone wanting to have a look at my Hayabusa (Imaginary name in respect of the sold product). I had to leave urgently and heartfelt thanks to all the people who made this possible for me because it was the last time I saw my Hayabusa.:(
I returned and sat in the poetry writing competition where the topic given was Mother and Child. I scribbled something and submitted but lacking all those 'Saaf Safaai' skills, I had to write it down on a new paper which became as dirty as the old one again.
I was free to roam now and spent about an hour lecturing juniors on how to study tips and what to do in the college. It feels great when you don't have to refer someone as ' because you are the supreme most power. Talking to them is fun because somewhere deep inside I know that I was also a junior who asked for advice but didn’t had any. I promised them a real party this time and paid their bill at the “Teja ji ki Thadi” just outside our college campus (‘Baniyas’ are not that miser you see).
I entered the college again and saw a nice stage setup and the ‘half amphitheatre’ filled with loads and loads of students, most of whom I couldn’t recognize. The guys were recognizable to a large extent but the girls. What to say? They were all aliens, although they study in the same college and can be seen roaming around in the same campus where I sit idle killing time. I can’t understand what these girls do and where do they come from at such times. Make-up works up wonders and so does the dress up.
I quickly found a place in the last row. I was glad to be able to sit at least. The event began with Duet Song and I heard some very melodious songs. A forgotten song was brought back to memory which I downloaded just now (Intehaan ho gai, mere pyaar ki.).
Then came Solo Dance (Indian) and our batch started dancing at the back seats. I threw away the chair and my batch mates gathered to dance at any possible tune playing. We danced on Kehna Hi kya, Dhoom tana, Rajasthani songs, Barso re and other songs meant for no-dance category. Teachers came and settled us down many times but as the back turned around, our moves started to go round and round. It was a dug-out sort of thing where I got lots of bruises everywhere on my feet. But who cares that time. I didn’t knew that someone was watching until I received an SMS from my sis saying “Jyada Maja aa raha h aapko :p.” I revolved my head around and saw her standing on the first floor with her friends and waving from there. The light man was quite clever because, during the waits, he was revolving the Spot Light on students and we thought that we were in focus in the camera..:)
While the warm up session was getting over, the dances finished and we had to settle down. After some photography I returned home remembering the good old days on my friend’s bike. Then Earth Hour was observed and here I am writing this entry after that.
I am looking forward for an even better time tomorrow.
Ah! My legs! They need some hot water. Mummy…..