I had just had my food. It never tasted so good , though it was just a plain pulao and chatni stuff but the taste was unlike ever before. In the process I ate more than i had to and then I started dozing off.
Lazy Lamhe....Lazy ..Lazy lamhe..
It was just after a 2 minutes nap that she spoke something which I could decipher as 'now come on ,drop me back to my house before it gets too late I wont even get an auto'. She generaly says that you dont listen to me at all .I heard her this time quite well though. Well to be very frank I am not sure whether this is what she said or is it something like that .
No choice I had to drop her back from the restaurant to her place. It was a cold night outside and I had to pick up the bike. Thought it would be just a good drive. Well I was soon going to be proved wrong. Since it was pretty cold I had put on double trousers and two jackets. Yes it was warm since I had a packed air tight helmet as well. The drive started..
chalte ..khissak khisak ke ...lazy lamhe.
I had never felt so sleepy on a drive before. But I was constantly kept awake by some talk she was doing from the back. I only listend once when she jolted me and asked me why arent you replying to anything. I told her its just that I m feeling sleepy . When we reached her place , she brought a water bottle and I washed my face and the coldness awakened me up.
I decided to take the water bottle along with me on my way back.
It was about a kilometer I had traveelled when i first dozzed off ..
I was driving at 60 when ..
vrooooooooooooooom...a horn..keeeeeeeeeeeeee awakened me.
It was a car coming from the opposite direction just whiffed past me. I was wide awake for a second. Then thought it was a close escape I should be careful now..Well after another 5 kms...
palkein ye bhaari bhaari ye lazy lamhe,
It was a flyover, I had to take my bike BELOW that and take a RIGHT turn.Well I did take a RIGHT turn but that was not BELOW the fly over ,it was ABOVE the flyover and unfortunately there was no right turn over there and i was about to bang a railing barrier.But somehow I had slowed down on instincts and was able to put up a break and then come down from the flyover. Though its quite clear but still for the sake of positive persons let me make it very clear..I had again dozzed of for a couple of seconds ..may be more on my bike...
Yes a doze on bike is very much possible..for details of such technology contact me.
...I decided its time now for a face wash. I took out the bottle and washed my face ,had a sip as well . Then started of the journey again. Yes it was soon turning out to be a journey. The wind was pretty pleasant,..weather nice and cold and the road full empty ...Pleasant drive.Well another 5 kms.....
letaa hai bagal mein mausam, thaam le zaraa…jaam de zaraa…
ye lazy… lazy… lamhe…
ye lazy… lazy… lamhe…
Now i was driving at 70 and at full speed thinking about the scene from movie I saw that day Spider Man. Where our Tobby macguire says......"hey I am baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackkkk...." .I was smiling at the scene when he says 'my back.....' when I suddenly realised I also have to say the same .."Myyyy Back...".but I was safe . It was just a pit on the road. those who travel in Bangalore know a pit in indian terminology is no less that a small well used for drinking water...and I had crossed the small well at the speed of 70 and jumped on the road. There was a bit of Jhatka on the back bone. I soon realised I wasnt thinking about spider man , I was dreaming about spider man. ..Again took out the water and washed the face. Pledged not to drive so late in the night again.
Finally just managed to reach the house about 100 m from my house confident enough that I have finally made my journey without any MAJOR hiccups before one final turn. I had reached I thought . I blinked for a second , at least I Thought it was a second ..I blinked for a second. May be it was a bit longer. In front of me was an arch about a meter off ..with me on about 50 kmph . Stone arch had enough space to allow my bike but my head would have been chopped off with Helmet intact on the head. So I decided to bang the bikes tyre on the pillar of the arch. At least my head will be safe.
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnngggg....
MY EYES WIDE OPEN....I FELT DOWN. and bike on me.
morr de kamar, ke koi dil dhoond le… ( yes it was pretty bad...)
some bruices...
hothon ke kareeb manzil dhoond le…
head had hit the bike...
zulfon ke paas ikk ghar dhoond le…
Saw above a man having a tea in the night on his balcony on the nearby house.He smiled and asked in sign language whether I had enough drinks for the night or I need more. I smiled back. Thats all I could do....because I wasnt sure whether he used only sign language or he spoke as well but may be I coudlnt hear. I replied no was just sleeping...
" Why dont you get up ? Or are u so sleepy u wanna have a doze there only ..."..now I could hear him for sure...My ears are right...
dragged myself and got up..
chalte khisak khisak ke ye lazy lamhe,
Bike looked perfecly ok .I somehow reached my apartment.
Next morning I was perfectly ok but Bike had shown some serious signs of damage. Fork Bend etc...
No more Lazy lamhe...but still another song on from Lamhe...
ye lamhe, ye pal .....
hum barso yaad karenge.. ..
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Gone are the days...
Gone are the days...
When the school reopened in July,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book shops and tailors shop,
And got our new books and notes along with the new uniform.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to sit line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and then ball pens .
We started calculating first with tables
and then advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all in the whites,
Decorated the campus on the Saturdays.
When a single 'games' period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with wooden patas as bats,
And stones and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house of our friend after school.
When few rushed at 1:30 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
While others played 'aiis paais' and 'gippdi fod'
Gone are the days Of Houses Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards,
when we Spent almost the whole year writing practise tests in tuitions.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever.....
When the school reopened in July,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book shops and tailors shop,
And got our new books and notes along with the new uniform.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to sit line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and then ball pens .
We started calculating first with tables
and then advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all in the whites,
Decorated the campus on the Saturdays.
When a single 'games' period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with wooden patas as bats,
And stones and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house of our friend after school.
When few rushed at 1:30 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
While others played 'aiis paais' and 'gippdi fod'
Gone are the days Of Houses Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards,
when we Spent almost the whole year writing practise tests in tuitions.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever.....
Monday, August 25, 2008
Waqt nahi
READ THIS ONE SOMEWHERE .LIKED IT SO MUCH THAT DECIDED TO HAVE IT ON MY BLOG
Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,
Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.
Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,
Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Maa Ki Lori Ka Ehsaas To Hai,
Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.
Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,
Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain,
Par Dosti Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.
Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,
Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee,
Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.
Dil Hai Gamon Se Bhara ,
Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude,
Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,
Jab Apne Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,
Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,
Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,
Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi.........
Har khushi Hai Logon Ke Daman Mein,
Par Ek Hansi Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.
Din Raat Daudti Duniya Mein,
Zindagi Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Maa Ki Lori Ka Ehsaas To Hai,
Par Maa Ko Maa Kehne Ka Waqt Nahi.
Saare Rishton Ko To Hum Maar Chuke,
Ab Unhe Dafnane Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Saare Naam Mobile Mein Hain,
Par Dosti Ke Liye Waqt Nahi.
Gairon Ki Kya Baat Karen,
Jab Apno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Aankhon Me Hai Neend Badee,
Par Sone Ka Waqt Nahi.
Dil Hai Gamon Se Bhara ,
Par Rone Ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Paison ki Daud Me Aise Daude,
Ki Thakne ka Bhi Waqt Nahi.
Paraye Ehsason Ki Kya Kadr Karein,
Jab Apne Sapno Ke Liye Hi Waqt Nahi.
Tu Hi Bata E Zindagi,
Iss Zindagi Ka Kya Hoga,
Ki Har Pal Marne Walon Ko,
Jeene Ke Liye Bhi Waqt Nahi.........
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Pyaar....Bhavnaayo ke Saath...
Sometimes...Conversations can be very interesting. And sometimes very typical.
Thought I will pen down some of them for the interesting read. I would have loved to write the name of HE and SHE here but then avoided it to cause any insult , moreover it was so common that anybody could have fit in .He and She are supposed to be in love with each other.Here is how it goes.
Note: Conversation ke beech, within brackets jo hai, woh.. ladka apne aap se keh raha hai..
She Gives a missed call to him....and he calls her back..
She: Hello!
He: (are yaar...pata nahi aaj kya bore karegi ) Hi ...kya baat hai..?
She: kuch nahi...bas aise hi phone kiya...
He: ( Call kaha kiya?.. khali missed call to diya hai... ) oh...ok ..kya karrahi thi meri jaanu??
She: abhi abhi dinner khatam kiya...tum kya kar rahe the?
He: mera bhi abhi abhi dinner khatam hua.. ab...."Ladki Kyon Najaane Kyon"sun raha hu FM par....
She: nice song..(And then she hums a line from the song "Hum Tum")
He: ( Saala waha koi chipkali 'kich kich' kar rahi hai ya .... ) hey!!!! tumitni achchi gaati ho? mujhe pata hi nahi tha
She: *giggles*
He: Hey ek aur baar gaao na pls!
She: yaha sab so rahe hai...agar main gaaongi to sab uth jaaenge..
He: ( Correct...woh yeh samjhenge ki koi bhootni hai ... ) Come on! Please!
She: hat ...I don't sing that well
He: ( yeh to saari duniya ko pata hai... :-) ) It was really sweet. Pleasegaao na dear
She: mujhe kuch ajeeb sa lagta hai jaan
He: aisa kuch bhi nahi hai jaanu...gaao na
She: tumhi keh sakte ho...
He: ( mai? saala mere ko doosra raasta nahi hai....is liye bola ) abhi tumgaaogi ya nahi?
She: kyun pareshaan kar rahe ho?
He: Sigh! Ok
She: I don't have that great a voice
He: ( saala gadha bhi sharma jaaye teri awaaz sunke.. ) hmmmm
She: theek hai... jab itni zid kar rahe ho... sirf ek stanza gaaungi theekhai??
He: ( aur kya kya jhelna padega malum nahi.. ) Great!!!!
She: kaunsa gaana gaau ?
He: ( tum kuch bhi gaao...meri to aaj neend haraam hai.. )Hmmmm. 'Mahiya'from Awarapan?She: Nice song. But mujhe lyrics yaad nahi hai
He: ( Text book chodke tujhe aur kya pata hai bol... ) Dhoom Machale?
She: Nahi main wohi gaana gaaungi
He: ( Tum koi bhi gaana gaao....mere kaan to pakne waale hai ) Cool
(She clears her throat, hums a line and then)
She: Nahi jaan. I am feeling very shy!
He: Gaao na...pls gaao na....teri awaaz ki samundar me main doob jaanachahta hoon
She: dekho...ab tum mujhe naaraaz kar rahe ho
He: ( Maalum pada na ... phir..: ) )No no. Tum shy feel kar rahi hona....is liye... Trying to make u cool
She: Hmmm
He: please gaao na darling
She: main kal gaau?
He: ( Haaaaa...jaan bachi... Phut leta hoon... ) theek hai jaisi tumhaarimerzi
She: Hmmm
He: Good night
She: Good night
She: Sweet Dreams.. Take care...
He: Sweets dreams to u too...
After a while She calls Him (sorry...that never happens, she gives only amissed call),,,,
She: Hey..sogaye the kya?
He: ( nahi...current ka aavishkaar kar raha tha... ) nahi jaan.
She: kya kar rahe ho?
He: ( raat ko kya gili danda khelna hai... ) Match dekh raha tha
She: theek hai tum match dekho
He: ( us wakt se main kya bhajiya tal raha tha... ) Hey it's ok... puranimatch hai.
She: Did u feel bad I didn't sing?
(Since it is a tricky question, He thinks for a while)
He: (Bad ah? this was the luckiest day in my life, since you didn't sing:- ) Bad toh main nahi keh raha jaanu. But I want you to be comfortablefirst.... tumhi ne bola ki main kal gaaungi..... So, me waiting..(maine to socha tha ki aaj bachgaya....dhat teriki :-()
She sings 1 stanza from the song'Jiski aankhon me meri hi nami.....'
He: Wow. Too good!
She: jhoot....mujhe maloom hai ki meri awaaz itni achchi nahi hai
He: ( shukr hai self realization hai... :-)... ) nahi darling you really sing well.
She: nahi..mujhe maloom hai tum bas aise hi keh rahe ho
He: ( very good.. aakhir tumne pata laga hi liya..... ) Che! Che! teri voiceagar itni buri hoti to main ab tak na sun raha hota
She: Hmmmm...theek hai. good night.. ab tum bhi so jaao.
.He: ( tera gaana sunne ke baad neend kaise aayegi.. ) Good night!
She: Take care
He: You too
She: Hey....
He: ( are yaar..aaj ye nahi chodegi ,,, ) kya hai sweety? .
She: sach bataao honey..meri voice achchi hai ya nahi...
He: ( tu apni voice khud record karke sun kyon nahi leti ek baar )sachchi... Of course.
She: sirf jhoot
He: ( iski toh... agar ab mujhe sone nahi diya toh...... ) Not at all. You sing very well
She: Hmmm.... tum keh rahe ho to theek hi hoga. Good night.
He: Good Night!!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Story Making ...Art or Science !!! .
It was the night before the Semester Exam . Those who have enjoyed the Engineering will know that you don't study the whole semester ( sem) and its only in the last night that you manage to enquire about the syllabus and if possible read a few hours to just some how get 35 out of 60 as passing marks.
So it was THE night before ME (Engineering Mechanics) paper. ME was the toughest considered paper not because of the equations and the formulas but because of the Prof being The Mogambo kinda character. "Jo Khush Hua" whenever we suffered. A sadist by approach.
Myself and Rajnish Singh were slogging it out at around 10 in the night when as usual Rajnish said
"kya hai yaaaaaar...kitne topics hai...chalo we will take a break..Lets go to Lanka on CBZ.." .
That break generally meant 3 hrs ..and with ME next day I wasn't ready.
So it was THE night before ME (Engineering Mechanics) paper. ME was the toughest considered paper not because of the equations and the formulas but because of the Prof being The Mogambo kinda character. "Jo Khush Hua" whenever we suffered. A sadist by approach.
Myself and Rajnish Singh were slogging it out at around 10 in the night when as usual Rajnish said
"kya hai yaaaaaar...kitne topics hai...chalo we will take a break..Lets go to Lanka on CBZ.." .
That break generally meant 3 hrs ..and with ME next day I wasn't ready.
But as always he convinced me. We went for a break of 4 hrs as he was more than his usual frustrated. Came back late ..tried to finish of some important questions..and then by 6 in the morning decide to have a doze off.
To our horror we never got up . Exam at 10 and we got up at 10.
Rajnish : "Lets bunk this one sem paper. We haven't prepared much by the way." It was a bold statement I thought but gelled well with his image.
I replied "yeah we will give re-exam..What's there". Sounding pretty fearless...but deep down fearing this may screw my career here.
Rajnish : "No...Lets go yaar...at least we will get passing marks..and no sem back..". Making pretty clear that the boldness in the previous statement was pretty much empty and he too was afraid of "Back Sem" .
That word "Back Sem" was now ringing loud and clear in my head like Hindi Film Temple bells.I hadn't feared of it ever since I always knew that I can manage my passing marks anywhere in any exam. But not giving any exam.Now that was new for me.
So we reached the dept by 10 : 30 but Lo!!! we were not allowed inside the department. Nobody except the Security fellow saw us.
There in lay my opportunity. No body seeing us coming late.
"What will hapen now...?? " Rajnish Asked ..a bit worried.
I consoled him .."Dont worry ...I will tell him some story ...and then lets see."
"He wont believe yaar..." His boldness seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
I thought its my turn to show some courage. "Story making is an Art ...buddy.."
I went alone to the prof after the exam and made up a story .
"Sir yesterday we went to get some notes photocopied...on Bike and we met with an accident. Rajnish was hit badly and his leg got fractured, I was with him this morning as nobody was there to look after him and hence we could not attend the exam . So sir is it possible for you to arrange a re-exam of sorts some time when he is OK and can come here."
"Sir yesterday we went to get some notes photocopied...on Bike and we met with an accident. Rajnish was hit badly and his leg got fractured, I was with him this morning as nobody was there to look after him and hence we could not attend the exam . So sir is it possible for you to arrange a re-exam of sorts some time when he is OK and can come here."
I continued...
" Sir,I knew the importance of the exam sir...but there was nobody...near
the place and I had to take him to the doctor and get his X ray done and take him to Hospital and be there......Our career will get effected sir..If we fail in this semester sir we had prepared so well for the exam but unfortunately couldn't come sir but sir you tell sir how could I leave him there and come here...,blablablablablaaa.." .I kept going ...thinking the more I speak the more effective it will be.
"OK FINE.....When can he come to give the exam...?? and Mind you the paper will be only of 25 marks (not even passing marks) and question will be completely different and lot tougher..So be prepared well when you come next time for exam...and if You pass in that then there will be a Viva of the same of 15 marks." He said ...surprising me a lot...as I never expected him to readily agree.But still it was tough for us. Scoring 35 out of 40 to pass .
I agreed to tell prof the date soon after consulting the doctor (Rajnish ).
We came after 20 days to give a re-exam. 20 days was good enough time to prepare.
WE WERE STRATEGICALLY PLACED in different rooms so as to avoid us cheating.
Got the question paper.
Only One question was there.
Q. Which of the Rajnish's Leg Got Fractured ?
the place and I had to take him to the doctor and get his X ray done and take him to Hospital and be there......Our career will get effected sir..If we fail in this semester sir we had prepared so well for the exam but unfortunately couldn't come sir but sir you tell sir how could I leave him there and come here...,blablablablablaaa.." .I kept going ...thinking the more I speak the more effective it will be.
"OK FINE.....When can he come to give the exam...?? and Mind you the paper will be only of 25 marks (not even passing marks) and question will be completely different and lot tougher..So be prepared well when you come next time for exam...and if You pass in that then there will be a Viva of the same of 15 marks." He said ...surprising me a lot...as I never expected him to readily agree.But still it was tough for us. Scoring 35 out of 40 to pass .
I agreed to tell prof the date soon after consulting the doctor (Rajnish ).
We came after 20 days to give a re-exam. 20 days was good enough time to prepare.
WE WERE STRATEGICALLY PLACED in different rooms so as to avoid us cheating.
Got the question paper.
Only One question was there.
Q. Which of the Rajnish's Leg Got Fractured ?
I sat there in the exam hall thinking Only one thing ...Was Story Making ...Art or Science ??.
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Fall......and the Rise...
It started off one Tuesday evening about 11 years back when WE came out of one of the Tuition Classes from our teachers Place.
'We ' here includes my friends and classmates . Friends are the boys and When I say classmates I mean girls because in our school culture you are not supposed to be friends with them . At least you don't call them friends even if you are one.We were like India and Pakistan. You have to defeat the Pakistani at any cost .
So when We came out after a Dravidian lecture( innings of dravid 200 balls(Min's) faced and 10(problems) runs scored...) on similarity topic from our teachers Place , we were trying to relax our self , taking our vehicles out. When I looked towards to the main way , I saw one of our friends who had left the school a year ago waiting for us to come out. I was excited to meet him for one I was frustrated after the 2 hr lecture.
Back Then I used to come in one of the Luna Super..'Turrruu..." as we used to call it. It was so light frail and old that some times YOU had to carry IT rather than IT carrying YOU. 'Self Start ' and 'Kick Start' are the terms we had never heard in those days. It was always a drag start .....at least for my Turrruuu.That means you had to drag it at a real high speed to some distance manually before its engine used to start. Drag start or Dhakka Start..whatever you like you can call it.
That was about the luna , now few facts about me.I was a healthy boy.(yes i am trying to be moderate to myself here...those who know me from those days will say...A bulky fat elephant...) But then that would be other extreme and I was somewhere in between those two versions...moderate and extreme version.....I was wearing a jeans ....a black jeans...brand was Killer ...I remember it so well because it was my first jeans... ... and that was the first day I was wearing it. It was brand new .Add to that a real tight one...
Now the visualisation,(a bulky..........wearing a black killer....).sitting on the turru (light an Old...) and trying to drag start it by running along with it. Suddenly it started and I jumped onto it and sat . But somehow I lost the balance . Very Difficult to explain how I lost it ,since the light frail luna was supposed to carry a modest healthy boy easily. I fell on one side and Luna on the other side , my black killer turning dark brown with dirt .
Indian and Pakis seeing from behind.
Were They Seeing?? I wasn't sure... Any spectators.... I got up before I became a matter of shame to my Nation . Dint have the time to turn around.
Tried to make jeans look black again as quickly as possible by beating it and picked up the Turru .It happened all so fast that turru's engine was still on.Fearing it might switch off again I hurried further lest I have to run that much again...Dhakka start...Moreover I had to save the nations pride and may be ...just may be...my own pride. After all who would like to become a subject of dishonour.I was successful in my attempts .Yes I Was. I reached to my friend and wished him 'Hi' thinking he might be the only one who would have seen it. Even he dint notice it.His reaction told it. My lightening rescue act was too fast for anyone to notice.I was too good.
I was happy . I did it. What was the happiness about...Was it Meeting the old friend or.. getting out of the lecture ... Or Protection of honour of THE nation... I think it was the last. I saved myself from being a matter of entertainment.
Then...
A voice...
"Anything Happened....Are you OK ?"...Asked the first friend coming....
" What Boy....be careful..." asked the next one...
Few smiles ,giggles...and laughs from the Pakis as well.....some comments..
" Hmm that was quick....how did u do that.."
Soon my happiness went off with the whole batch coming one by one and smiling ,some laughing, commenting.The realisation came soon ...Everybody had seen it....
Later they told it wasn't me falling that made them laugh but me getting up so lightening fast that became the subject of their entertainment.I had lost it.. and some of them even remember the incident even today and ask me about the turru and some even about Killer.
'We ' here includes my friends and classmates . Friends are the boys and When I say classmates I mean girls because in our school culture you are not supposed to be friends with them . At least you don't call them friends even if you are one.We were like India and Pakistan. You have to defeat the Pakistani at any cost .
So when We came out after a Dravidian lecture( innings of dravid 200 balls(Min's) faced and 10(problems) runs scored...) on similarity topic from our teachers Place , we were trying to relax our self , taking our vehicles out. When I looked towards to the main way , I saw one of our friends who had left the school a year ago waiting for us to come out. I was excited to meet him for one I was frustrated after the 2 hr lecture.
Back Then I used to come in one of the Luna Super..'Turrruu..." as we used to call it. It was so light frail and old that some times YOU had to carry IT rather than IT carrying YOU. 'Self Start ' and 'Kick Start' are the terms we had never heard in those days. It was always a drag start .....at least for my Turrruuu.That means you had to drag it at a real high speed to some distance manually before its engine used to start. Drag start or Dhakka Start..whatever you like you can call it.
That was about the luna , now few facts about me.I was a healthy boy.(yes i am trying to be moderate to myself here...those who know me from those days will say...A bulky fat elephant...) But then that would be other extreme and I was somewhere in between those two versions...moderate and extreme version.....I was wearing a jeans ....a black jeans...brand was Killer ...I remember it so well because it was my first jeans... ... and that was the first day I was wearing it. It was brand new .Add to that a real tight one...
Now the visualisation,(a bulky..........wearing a black killer....).sitting on the turru (light an Old...) and trying to drag start it by running along with it. Suddenly it started and I jumped onto it and sat . But somehow I lost the balance . Very Difficult to explain how I lost it ,since the light frail luna was supposed to carry a modest healthy boy easily. I fell on one side and Luna on the other side , my black killer turning dark brown with dirt .
Indian and Pakis seeing from behind.
Were They Seeing?? I wasn't sure... Any spectators.... I got up before I became a matter of shame to my Nation . Dint have the time to turn around.
Tried to make jeans look black again as quickly as possible by beating it and picked up the Turru .It happened all so fast that turru's engine was still on.Fearing it might switch off again I hurried further lest I have to run that much again...Dhakka start...Moreover I had to save the nations pride and may be ...just may be...my own pride. After all who would like to become a subject of dishonour.I was successful in my attempts .Yes I Was. I reached to my friend and wished him 'Hi' thinking he might be the only one who would have seen it. Even he dint notice it.His reaction told it. My lightening rescue act was too fast for anyone to notice.I was too good.
I was happy . I did it. What was the happiness about...Was it Meeting the old friend or.. getting out of the lecture ... Or Protection of honour of THE nation... I think it was the last. I saved myself from being a matter of entertainment.
Then...
A voice...
"Anything Happened....Are you OK ?"...Asked the first friend coming....
" What Boy....be careful..." asked the next one...
Few smiles ,giggles...and laughs from the Pakis as well.....some comments..
" Hmm that was quick....how did u do that.."
Soon my happiness went off with the whole batch coming one by one and smiling ,some laughing, commenting.The realisation came soon ...Everybody had seen it....
Later they told it wasn't me falling that made them laugh but me getting up so lightening fast that became the subject of their entertainment.I had lost it.. and some of them even remember the incident even today and ask me about the turru and some even about Killer.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
AAMIR : A Beginning ??
The Other Day I saw 'AAMIR' . A thought provoking film with powerful performances.
But what touched me most was how the director never even once got distracted from the main story plot.There was not even a hint of anything else other than the STORY.There lied the strength and dare I say there lay the weakness. It wouldn't be commercially successful because of that reason but it will be noticed because of that reason also.
The film starts with a common man being harassed at the airport just because his name is AAMIR and other man with name AMAR being left off easily . You just feel its gonna talk about the atrocities on the minority . But it goes along very beautifully telling how such a man can be dragged into things he doesn't believe in.
There could have been many endings possible .First One AAMIR running off the bus and leaving the box in the bus.Second One He might not have the courage to get out of the bus and died there only which was very rare.Third he leaves the bomb somewhere and goes to tell everything to Police which nobody would have allowed him to and he is killed there.But the director chose the best possible option , he dies and doesn't allow box to effect others.
Add to that the effect of title AAMIR , the leader into this situation.
Somehow you just cant help feeling more such movies with more such performances needs to be made in our industry.
But what touched me most was how the director never even once got distracted from the main story plot.There was not even a hint of anything else other than the STORY.There lied the strength and dare I say there lay the weakness. It wouldn't be commercially successful because of that reason but it will be noticed because of that reason also.
The film starts with a common man being harassed at the airport just because his name is AAMIR and other man with name AMAR being left off easily . You just feel its gonna talk about the atrocities on the minority . But it goes along very beautifully telling how such a man can be dragged into things he doesn't believe in.
There could have been many endings possible .First One AAMIR running off the bus and leaving the box in the bus.Second One He might not have the courage to get out of the bus and died there only which was very rare.Third he leaves the bomb somewhere and goes to tell everything to Police which nobody would have allowed him to and he is killed there.But the director chose the best possible option , he dies and doesn't allow box to effect others.
Add to that the effect of title AAMIR , the leader into this situation.
Somehow you just cant help feeling more such movies with more such performances needs to be made in our industry.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
A Journey To Remember
A Cold night at Delhi in the end of November. Without any warm clothes and heart beat touching 100 so as the speed of the auto also. If it misses what else can I do..on the day it was the last one and none other for the day. I had to catch it if I plan to avoid the cold and reach in time to attend the marriage.
It was a train...at 10.30 pm I had to catch , my friend Ashraf waiting at the railway station near the train. Not for me...but for the train to leave...Thats what he was waiting for. May be even hoping that I never reach there. At least he will have some sleep. After all my resrvation was in the waiting list.What's there in MEMS and MAMS? Can't that be discussed any other time?
An hour back I was on a flight. My flight to Delhi was scheduled to land at 8.15 pm, but thanks to some wonderful planning by our Indian governments in giving licenses to so many private airlines and not constructing any airports, my poor plane was hovering over the Delhi airport for one hour for the lack of parking space.
Damn I could have pressed a space bar and created many spaces on my PC but on airport...things were not beneath my fingers...
"Hope it lands in time for me to catch the train". I prayed
Seeing my praying hands asked nearby passenger."Which train are u supposed to catch and from which station ?"
I ignored the first question and flatly answered the second as nizammuddin. "
Oh Nizaamuddin. ..that's 40 min from the airport terminal..max 1hr." bang came the reply.
Nervous enough to talk further and his replies not making things easier." thanks "I said...I thought that would close the matter.
But I was wrong he came again..." Had it been New Delhi it would take u about an hr and a half but Nizammuddin that's pretty near ".
What non sense...Can't you keep quiet I thought. Now I was looking for a delete button on my keyboard which could have deleted him from my adjoining seat. But as always I dint get any. My boss used to get them whenever he was going through my draft copies. I landed at 8.45pm. Another Hr and a half to go. I thought that was easy now..but then luggage came after a lifetime ….15 min ... looked a lifetime to me then....Well anyways I still had an hr and 15 min and if the adjoining irritating person in my flight is to be believed then I still had a lot of time.
Well Ashraf took on 50 min to cover the distance I had 75 min...So decided to go for a PRE-PAID taxi counter...paid some 120 bugs...but for another lifetime…15 min…could not catch any of the taxis...They were all very busy to run off strategically avoiding me...either taking the passenger next to me or before me...but always avoiding me as if they knew I m not going to pay them a penny more than I have already paid at the counter.
But at 9.30 I managed to outsmart one of them and entered and asked him to drive like anything to enable me to reach Nizammuddin. I considered to tell my driver what John Abraham told Nana patekar about the horse powers and speed's relation to the money and all but then decided against it.
Meanwhile I came to know from Ashraf that the train is on Platform No 11 the last one. I reached at 10.20 on the station...haah...Thank god…I made it ten minutes early...gave a tip to the taxi driver for driving fast...confident enough and thanking god for listening to my prayers... Climbed up and enquired about the platform no 11 and lo... there were only 7 platforms. How come? Called Ashraf again
"Which platform did u tell...?"
"11 yaar..Last one ...and the last bogie for that matter..so make it fast" Again some one's reply not making life easier for me..
I checked the ticket and lo...the train was scheduled to depart from New delhi and not from Nizammuddin.!!!!
I stood there on Nizammuddin speechless staring at the big board over the station which read
"Welcome to Hazrat Nizammuddin Railway Station ".
It was a train...at 10.30 pm I had to catch , my friend Ashraf waiting at the railway station near the train. Not for me...but for the train to leave...Thats what he was waiting for. May be even hoping that I never reach there. At least he will have some sleep. After all my resrvation was in the waiting list.What's there in MEMS and MAMS? Can't that be discussed any other time?
An hour back I was on a flight. My flight to Delhi was scheduled to land at 8.15 pm, but thanks to some wonderful planning by our Indian governments in giving licenses to so many private airlines and not constructing any airports, my poor plane was hovering over the Delhi airport for one hour for the lack of parking space.
Damn I could have pressed a space bar and created many spaces on my PC but on airport...things were not beneath my fingers...
"Hope it lands in time for me to catch the train". I prayed
Seeing my praying hands asked nearby passenger."Which train are u supposed to catch and from which station ?"
I ignored the first question and flatly answered the second as nizammuddin. "
Oh Nizaamuddin. ..that's 40 min from the airport terminal..max 1hr." bang came the reply.
Nervous enough to talk further and his replies not making things easier." thanks "I said...I thought that would close the matter.
But I was wrong he came again..." Had it been New Delhi it would take u about an hr and a half but Nizammuddin that's pretty near ".
What non sense...Can't you keep quiet I thought. Now I was looking for a delete button on my keyboard which could have deleted him from my adjoining seat. But as always I dint get any. My boss used to get them whenever he was going through my draft copies. I landed at 8.45pm. Another Hr and a half to go. I thought that was easy now..but then luggage came after a lifetime ….15 min ... looked a lifetime to me then....Well anyways I still had an hr and 15 min and if the adjoining irritating person in my flight is to be believed then I still had a lot of time.
Well Ashraf took on 50 min to cover the distance I had 75 min...So decided to go for a PRE-PAID taxi counter...paid some 120 bugs...but for another lifetime…15 min…could not catch any of the taxis...They were all very busy to run off strategically avoiding me...either taking the passenger next to me or before me...but always avoiding me as if they knew I m not going to pay them a penny more than I have already paid at the counter.
But at 9.30 I managed to outsmart one of them and entered and asked him to drive like anything to enable me to reach Nizammuddin. I considered to tell my driver what John Abraham told Nana patekar about the horse powers and speed's relation to the money and all but then decided against it.
Meanwhile I came to know from Ashraf that the train is on Platform No 11 the last one. I reached at 10.20 on the station...haah...Thank god…I made it ten minutes early...gave a tip to the taxi driver for driving fast...confident enough and thanking god for listening to my prayers... Climbed up and enquired about the platform no 11 and lo... there were only 7 platforms. How come? Called Ashraf again
"Which platform did u tell...?"
"11 yaar..Last one ...and the last bogie for that matter..so make it fast" Again some one's reply not making life easier for me..
I checked the ticket and lo...the train was scheduled to depart from New delhi and not from Nizammuddin.!!!!
I stood there on Nizammuddin speechless staring at the big board over the station which read
"Welcome to Hazrat Nizammuddin Railway Station ".
Dude Who screwed The Alto....
When your mood is off, you tend to run away from the place which caused the switching off. That explains travelling as a wonderful refresher. I would not go into why mood was off but that day travelling was the most preferred thing after office. I came home and thought of biking and going to Mysore.
Called Rajneesh, my company in all the places I have been to after coming Bangalore.
"Shall we drive to mysore...Are You free and ready to go.." I enquired.
"Have I ever refused to go...I can go anywhere...provided you are there in the trip.." He replied..
That used to be my answer to all his queries before...I had this belief that it’s not the destination that I enjoy, it’s the journey and the company on the journey. Ignoring the sarcasm I asked him to come down my place and we can leave as early as possible .We wanted to catch the IPL Semifinals in Mysore after all. I had little interest left as the team I supported was out in the first semis. But still reaching Mysore in 2 hrs meant real fast driving and that I was game for.
Unfortunately it started raining. But fortunately our dude came on Car. I keep referring to him as dude for the obvious reasons. He was a Dude. I was lucky enough to start as around 6 30 pm and thought with car I may still reach by 8 the IPL time.
We packed the necessities and went off in the rain. The bets on the IPL matches and the girls in our life were the common topic these days. Dude as I said earlier was suggesting some psychology of girls when suddenly a tractor with a ploughing machine appeared out of nowhere in the dark. Actually little did we realize that we were going at 50 and the truck at 10. My physics relativity would have calculated the relative velocity in a second but even that calculation did not help as the tyres had stopped but we kept skidding and banged into the ploughs. Actually the rain had further spoiled as the brakes were literally ineffective . The driver of the tractor turned around and looked as if we had waked him up from the sleep. His glare made me to shout...
“Where are the backlights you idiot...”
The tractor drive smiled after listening to me as though saying...
"Forget my backlight...Check your headlight..."
Both of us had felt the jolt though the effect wasn’t great and the car kept moving without any hiccups with full lights glowing. We both consoled each other that it was just a small hit and nothing much has happened and never had the courage to stop and check. Rain and darkness dint help the cause either. So we continued driving but for a change stopped talking to each other for a while. Silence.
"Chala jaata hoo kissi ki dhun me..."...My mobile rang...that was the ring tone. So untimely and so very situational. It broke the silence and yes I could see it in dude’s eyes that the song hurt. Real Bad Hurt. I picked up the phone and on the other side of mobile call was Prashant.
"Well Punjab has lost 4 wickets for some paltry score of 34...”
I could almost see despite the distance being about 100 kms the wry smile on Prashant’s face. He knew I had my inclination towards Punjab if any...But that news brought back the smile on our Dudes face. He was a 'Dil Se' Supporter of Chennai.
But before he could say anything. I cautioned him..." Good that we dint try to reach by match 8 pm otherwise it could have been worse...though the accident is not that bad. But then who knows."
For the rest of the journey we were pretty much quite except the address searching part. After reaching Mysore we searched the sankranti circle after circling for one hour. Left....Right...Dead End...Straight....Take left...I don’t know how many we took turns. I think Mysore was too small a city for a dude from Bangalore. May be we were taking lefts and rights after 1 km whereas the actual turns were only after 50 m. Funny part was we reached our starting point after one hour. Match was almost over by then and we saw Chennai winning against Punjab. Poor Preity couldn’t give her famous hug to any of them that night. I would have loved to just be a part of that team to get a hug. But here I was searching the Sankranti circle. But finally some luck and Prashant helped us to reach the place and have some dinner.
We reached his home and before even he could start the chat session I was off to sleep. Some dreams of PZ I believe. Some calls and missed calls and SMS ...important ones..Who cares when you are in dreams of PZ...I slept like I had never before. Oh..By the way did I forget to mention about the Car. Well it had many dents and the ploughs had done the ploughing on the car at three places. It would be around 5-6 thousand..That was our estimate. I dint know a thing about it and was worried about the money owner might take and the banging he might give.
Next day we went to one of the most sought after campus in India. They say the best in the business, a training center of Infosys at Mysore. Well I don’t know what training they give over there but I could go through the swimming pools and Pool tables Multiplex, unique architectural buildings, Some cricket, Huge Library, Basketball grounds, Tennis fields...Etc.Surprising thing was there were too many visitors like us who had come to see the campus .Soon it will start giving competition as a tourist place to Mysore Palace.
As an outsider I felt thats what infoscians are getting trained in. Living life king size. But one could sense that this was only the Cup, Coffee was elsewhere and we didn’t know how it tasted. That was a topic of discussion as well amongst, Cup or Coffee which is more important. Nothing came out ...Only like Hen or egg which came first.
Then we started off back to Bangalore, again targeting the finals of IPL. This time we left early and I decided to try my hand at the already banged car. If I hit again what’s the fuss. Not much to increase the expense. Best chance to try out my hands.
I knew what gears brakes and steering could do, so only thing I lacked was what all three together can do. Experience started off with the initial hiccups while changing gears when the car swirled and so did the heart of Rajneesh. He was on the mobile and whenever I was changing the gears, he looked as he was on hot tin. But soon the anxiety died and he calmed. After about half an hour I could drive without dude jumping and even bothering to stop talking on mobile. Soon he forget in his chat with I don’t know who that I am driving for may be first time and I also gained in confidence. But since it was my first drive I was a bit slow and we lost time.
We got the Bonnet and bumper checked and came to know about the huge expenditure that further slowed down our dude’s spirits and his speed as well. But we did reach before the finals and saw RR win and poor Chennai loose. That further dampened the spirits. Shane Warne had literally chopped RR off...of course this time it was Rajneesh Rai and not Rajasthan Royal...It was a memorable trip and yet a dampening in physical , financial and spiritual sense. I can’t say my mood was better after the journey, as the bills are yet to be settled but I enjoyed the overall stay and journey to the max.
Called Rajneesh, my company in all the places I have been to after coming Bangalore.
"Shall we drive to mysore...Are You free and ready to go.." I enquired.
"Have I ever refused to go...I can go anywhere...provided you are there in the trip.." He replied..
That used to be my answer to all his queries before...I had this belief that it’s not the destination that I enjoy, it’s the journey and the company on the journey. Ignoring the sarcasm I asked him to come down my place and we can leave as early as possible .We wanted to catch the IPL Semifinals in Mysore after all. I had little interest left as the team I supported was out in the first semis. But still reaching Mysore in 2 hrs meant real fast driving and that I was game for.
Unfortunately it started raining. But fortunately our dude came on Car. I keep referring to him as dude for the obvious reasons. He was a Dude. I was lucky enough to start as around 6 30 pm and thought with car I may still reach by 8 the IPL time.
We packed the necessities and went off in the rain. The bets on the IPL matches and the girls in our life were the common topic these days. Dude as I said earlier was suggesting some psychology of girls when suddenly a tractor with a ploughing machine appeared out of nowhere in the dark. Actually little did we realize that we were going at 50 and the truck at 10. My physics relativity would have calculated the relative velocity in a second but even that calculation did not help as the tyres had stopped but we kept skidding and banged into the ploughs. Actually the rain had further spoiled as the brakes were literally ineffective . The driver of the tractor turned around and looked as if we had waked him up from the sleep. His glare made me to shout...
“Where are the backlights you idiot...”
The tractor drive smiled after listening to me as though saying...
"Forget my backlight...Check your headlight..."
Both of us had felt the jolt though the effect wasn’t great and the car kept moving without any hiccups with full lights glowing. We both consoled each other that it was just a small hit and nothing much has happened and never had the courage to stop and check. Rain and darkness dint help the cause either. So we continued driving but for a change stopped talking to each other for a while. Silence.
"Chala jaata hoo kissi ki dhun me..."...My mobile rang...that was the ring tone. So untimely and so very situational. It broke the silence and yes I could see it in dude’s eyes that the song hurt. Real Bad Hurt. I picked up the phone and on the other side of mobile call was Prashant.
"Well Punjab has lost 4 wickets for some paltry score of 34...”
I could almost see despite the distance being about 100 kms the wry smile on Prashant’s face. He knew I had my inclination towards Punjab if any...But that news brought back the smile on our Dudes face. He was a 'Dil Se' Supporter of Chennai.
But before he could say anything. I cautioned him..." Good that we dint try to reach by match 8 pm otherwise it could have been worse...though the accident is not that bad. But then who knows."
For the rest of the journey we were pretty much quite except the address searching part. After reaching Mysore we searched the sankranti circle after circling for one hour. Left....Right...Dead End...Straight....Take left...I don’t know how many we took turns. I think Mysore was too small a city for a dude from Bangalore. May be we were taking lefts and rights after 1 km whereas the actual turns were only after 50 m. Funny part was we reached our starting point after one hour. Match was almost over by then and we saw Chennai winning against Punjab. Poor Preity couldn’t give her famous hug to any of them that night. I would have loved to just be a part of that team to get a hug. But here I was searching the Sankranti circle. But finally some luck and Prashant helped us to reach the place and have some dinner.
We reached his home and before even he could start the chat session I was off to sleep. Some dreams of PZ I believe. Some calls and missed calls and SMS ...important ones..Who cares when you are in dreams of PZ...I slept like I had never before. Oh..By the way did I forget to mention about the Car. Well it had many dents and the ploughs had done the ploughing on the car at three places. It would be around 5-6 thousand..That was our estimate. I dint know a thing about it and was worried about the money owner might take and the banging he might give.
Next day we went to one of the most sought after campus in India. They say the best in the business, a training center of Infosys at Mysore. Well I don’t know what training they give over there but I could go through the swimming pools and Pool tables Multiplex, unique architectural buildings, Some cricket, Huge Library, Basketball grounds, Tennis fields...Etc.Surprising thing was there were too many visitors like us who had come to see the campus .Soon it will start giving competition as a tourist place to Mysore Palace.
As an outsider I felt thats what infoscians are getting trained in. Living life king size. But one could sense that this was only the Cup, Coffee was elsewhere and we didn’t know how it tasted. That was a topic of discussion as well amongst, Cup or Coffee which is more important. Nothing came out ...Only like Hen or egg which came first.
Then we started off back to Bangalore, again targeting the finals of IPL. This time we left early and I decided to try my hand at the already banged car. If I hit again what’s the fuss. Not much to increase the expense. Best chance to try out my hands.
I knew what gears brakes and steering could do, so only thing I lacked was what all three together can do. Experience started off with the initial hiccups while changing gears when the car swirled and so did the heart of Rajneesh. He was on the mobile and whenever I was changing the gears, he looked as he was on hot tin. But soon the anxiety died and he calmed. After about half an hour I could drive without dude jumping and even bothering to stop talking on mobile. Soon he forget in his chat with I don’t know who that I am driving for may be first time and I also gained in confidence. But since it was my first drive I was a bit slow and we lost time.
We got the Bonnet and bumper checked and came to know about the huge expenditure that further slowed down our dude’s spirits and his speed as well. But we did reach before the finals and saw RR win and poor Chennai loose. That further dampened the spirits. Shane Warne had literally chopped RR off...of course this time it was Rajneesh Rai and not Rajasthan Royal...It was a memorable trip and yet a dampening in physical , financial and spiritual sense. I can’t say my mood was better after the journey, as the bills are yet to be settled but I enjoyed the overall stay and journey to the max.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Welcome....!!!
Everyone....
Primariliy this blog will share anything from everything under the sun that can be of interest to anyone. But to start with it will be a preview of my interesting life experiences.
But as I said ...I dont like any restrictions ...so there will be no limit on to what the post topic can be..from Personal..to technical ..to fiction...to poem..to anything.
Primariliy this blog will share anything from everything under the sun that can be of interest to anyone. But to start with it will be a preview of my interesting life experiences.
But as I said ...I dont like any restrictions ...so there will be no limit on to what the post topic can be..from Personal..to technical ..to fiction...to poem..to anything.
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