Delhi Belly 2

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

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

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

Me: How much for IP extension?

A1: 100.

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

A1: Not less than this.
(A2 enters)

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

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

A2: Itna to nahi ho paega..

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

A3: 70 is last. Not less than this.

ME: 50 from me. Yes or no.

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nuts

Walking Delhi Looking Tibet..

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

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

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

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

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

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

PAT.. PAT... PAT...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nuts

Sing With Me...!!

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

Sing With Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nuts

The Lucky Chinese Tag (Tagged again..)

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

Here I go:


8 TV shows/News Channels I like to watch

Ha! The idiot box! Let me think…

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

8 Places to eat and dine


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

8Things I Look Forward To

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

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

8 Things That Happened Yesterday

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

8 Things I love about Winter

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

8 Things on my Wish-list

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

8 Things I am Passionate about

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

8 Words/Phrases I often use

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

8 Things I learnt from the past

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

8 Places I would like to go /Visit

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

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

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

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

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

Nuts...:)

Puking Love..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nuts