???-Probably this best sums up my first day at job.But still to be discriptive and contribute my share of making the diffrence,"Here I am" with my very first post.
Hi,cognizites we all may be of diffrent domains,diffrent levels of managmment but this is a particular day in evryone's life that hardly any of us can forget and I was no exception to this.A day that will always be fresh in my memory as it is not everyday that you go through these feeelings.
While I was on my way to Chennai from Mumbai,I had a sort of a deja vu(the feelings that I had when I was on my way to my Engg College).Same feeling of having butterflies in your stomach crept up but this time I was a bit relaxed about the Ragging part.
First day at the job,uh.... you can not afford to look bad.I must have squandered the entire Deo on myself only to realize I was smelling like a Garden of newly blossemed flowers.Anyways,I polished my formal shoes as if there was no tomorrow and shaving took ages.When I was through these ordinances of Professional life I wondered when was the last time I had spent so much time to embellish myself.
Anyways,for a moment there I thought I was turning into a girl as in Engg days I would get up at 9:00 and be in the class at 9:20,"may be this is what they call professional life"-I wondered.With all dressed up and ready for the big day I am off to my destiny.I had to take a bus numbered M119 to reach my Training Center so I reached the station well on time.
Here comes my jalopy,and out of no where I can see a herd of People attacking the already over crowded bus.I gave them a smile and wondered why these guys are dying for this bus there will be many that will follow,so I gave a sarcastic smile to all those guys and started waiting for the next bus.It seems,somebody up there in the skies having his morning coffee would also be doing the same as for the next 15 minutes every time a bus came the same scene would be repeated.
I gave a look at my wrist watch and the other at the skies as if somebody would send a Harley Davidson from there.As I was starting to get late for the first day I decided that I have to any how get into the next bus,I ran towards the bus as if I was in a 100m race with Usain Bolt ony to get hanged at one of the rods in the bus,believe me I truely understood what the Americans mean when they say "KEEP HANGING".
While hanging at the doors I wondered why people rebuke Mumbai Local for being over crowded,believe me being a Mumbaikar I certify getting into a bus in Chennai in peak hours makes, travelling in Mumbai Local look like a childs play.Anyways an old man was kind enough to ask for my bag while I was literally "living on the edge".This small act of benevolence is hard to find in a Mumbai local where everybody is in a race to survive.
And while I was celebrating my triumph the bus halted as it approached the next bus station.Believe me I felt like a egg that is about to be broken and deep fried.People were dying to get in and somehow I survived this stampede and managed to sneak in the bus.
Ohh My God........ was the initial reaction as soon I sneaked into the bus,it felt I was in a Tandoor just waiting to be grilled and felt sympathy towards the million of poor chickens who must have gone through the same hell because of my fetish for Non Veg.It seems they must have cursed me to undergo such a misery.I was sweating like anything and meanwhile I was analysing my misery the driver suddenly applied the bbrakes and as the inertia would have it a huge guy in his 40's swayed towards me and in his attempt to save himself from a downfall he got hold of me and seized is arms around me.
As he was huge I came to his shoulders only and while he sized me I was struck by the bad odour coming from his arm pits.Belive me it felt as if the time has stopped (not in a very Good way) & I was about to enter in comma when he regained his balance and he let his grip,over me loose.He gave a smile and said "Thank You Young Man" & I was Thanking God that I survived this one.
Somehow the bus managed to reach my Bus station,still crowded.I thought to myself that getting out would be more difficult that getting in but I had to cross this hurdle.I toook my bag from the old man who had been kind enough to hold it for me,took a long breath remembered the all mighty and just barged out of the bus.
As soon as I came out of the bus,I felt the same feeling that I had undergone when I was placed in Cognizant.Believe me it was an achievement in itself.Still recovering from my triumph I gave a look at my clothes the shirt that was neatly tucked in by me,was out and one of the ends of the shirt was going Japan and other to America.The pants were in a mess and the new Woodland Shoes gave a feeling that as if they were of my great Grandfather.The hair that was set by me to give a disciplined look,gave a message that I was a part of a RockBand.
But I was happy that I had managed to reach the company on time.........
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
LOVE IS IN THE AIR
CHAPTER 1
Another trip to jammu & here I keep my fingers cross that air hostess would truely be a eye candy,I very enthusiastically ask my DAD what air lines are we hopping into."SPICYJET" Oh my god this airlines has all the "EYE THORNS" air hostesses lined up in their "low cost" armourey.I was looking forward to getting a new pair of woodland shoes to attract these AIRY
HONEY BEES but it seems that HAWAI Chapals would even be too classy for these beauty MORONS.
The flight was 6:00 in the morning and we reached the airport by 5:00 I went straight to the Spicejet counter,as soon as I reached the counter my night mare got a jump kick the lady at the counter made me feel the lady at the KANDIVILI RAILWAYSTATION TICKET COUNTER is Miss Universe compared to her.As soon she said "May I Help you Sir" I could could feel the aura
of the chilly chicken that she would have had in the dinner.Holding my breath(not in a good way) I showed her my tickets and waited for her to give me the boarding pass.
As she was in the middle of printing the boarding pass I took a glance at the side by counter of KINGFISHER.Oh my God the lady over there made me release my birth that I had been holding to escape the chicken monstress breath.Truely "God must be a LADY".No doubt they charge double the airfare as normal & why not they sure give extra services in form of these DIVAS.Really the tag line for this airlines seems to be apt you truely "FLY WITH GOOD TIMES".As I was busy applauding the beauty of both the KINGFISHER airlines and hostess my nostrils again started feeling the pungent chilly chicken smell my nostril,I almost felt that my hairy nose has lost some its hairy silk to the unbeatable customer service oF "spicyjet".
I grabbed the boarding pass as they were my tickets to heaven but it were truely my escape routes from the stunking hell.When I reached my parents waitng in the hall I felt how lucky my parents are that there young son survived such a great assasin,instead I feel two great assasins one was trying to kill me with her arrows of beauty and other with her chickenlybenzene gas.As I along with my MOM DAD were waiting for the final call from the airlines I was busy looking at all the AIRY HONEY BEES roaming in a swarm but they were not noticing this SUNFLOWER (thats me) sitting waiting to be sucked by them.The only thing that kept me cheered up while returning from JAMMU we would be travelling by KINGFISHER.
As we reach the air craft I in my 3/4ths put on my IPOD and had it to full volume capacity,as we reached inside I Guess I heard "someone" say "WELCOME ON BOARD" but I gave that "someone" the coldest shoulder that an air hostess could get followed by a sure loud reply "SURE" with complete arrogance,which appeared to me a murmur as I was totally into my "JAI HO" on my IPOD.Our seat number was 32A B C which was in the very end so it took us just years to reach the destination as passengers were busy putting there luggage on the upper chambers.As I sat on my seat man I felt that Mumbai Locals are 3BHK flat.I could barely kiss
my own knees an exercise which many fitness Freaks would take years to do.Anyways I was pretty much expecting this,now the plane was about to take off the part of air travel taht scares the hell out of me and suddenly the ipod started the track "GUMNAM HAIN KOI" and I pulled of the headphones in a second as it made the situation more melodramatic.
It was the first time since I boarded the palne I was in my complete senses,soon the air hostesses came in the picture which till now had only experienced cold response from me.As they were busy giving the safety instructions I glared at one of the air hostess & bang I was bold over."Oh My God" were the immediate words that came in my mouth & here my mom looked at me & asked what the matter was I just could not think of any thing and replied in a haste that I remember that I forgot to turn off the lights in my room.Here we go as I could not think of any thing else my mothered bombared me with the "RESPONSIBILITIES" speech.As soon as she calmed down after bombarding me with the parental speech,I again looked up towards the air hostess that bowled me up with her first look.
This was the girl whom I was waiting her looking at her made me this was it I had been waiting for this single moment my entire life.She had a beauty that one can not describe even the likes of gulzar and akhtars would be incompetent to write few lines on her.She had a smile that made my day a smile for which I could put my every thing on stake.She with her glittering eyes could make the SAHARA desert look like PACIFIC.Her simplicity with a sheer attitude had got me hooked for my entire life.Oh no am I getting crazy was my first reaction appreciating a girls beauty in such a "VEGETARIAN" way is not me but this girl had such a pure charm attached to
her that all other things looked superficial compared to her beauty."This is it" was my reaction first time in my life I had such a feeling for somebody a feeling so strong that made me even forget the trauma of plane take off when I looked around we were already in the skies
and particularly I was in the 7th sky.
I could not let her go so in true desperation I pressed the attendant button,within fraction of seconds she came to my seat and asked "Can I Help you" these words were icings for my ears,which along with my nose had had a rough morning thanks to the lady at the counter.
Since I called her I had to start the conversation so I decided to ask her for some cotton as this is the most common thing passengers usually ask in airplanes as the noise of engine becomes unberable to some.The reply was such taht shook me to my core & it was "SURE",it
had the same tone of arrogance that I had given to "someone' when I entered the plane.Damn why in this world I said such a line a line which could end my chances of getting close to the love of my life.I had to something to get things right but with my parents I cannot talk to the girl
openly,meanwhile she came and handed over me the cotton with the superficial smile that one can get.Boy I knew "SERVE WITH A SMILE" is what they are thought but a smile like this could give lovers like me a HEART ATTACK.
So how can I get to talk with her and understand things to her I can not let her get a picture of me as a "UNCIVLIZED NONSOCIAL BRAT".Mr/SANT KABIR would have been in love when he would have written those four golden lines "YEH ISHQ NAHI AASAN",true I must say.While I was busy thinking of aplan to get things right with my love my father pressed the attendant button.She came again & glaring at me said "yes" a yes that I can say was not very friendly,but DAD came to the rescue and asked her to get him a news paper realizing her mistake she
tried to be sweet with PA and asked her if he would like to have some tea coffee.Seeing her talk sweetly with my parents I thought atleast my parents are jelling with their sons would be friend well to be exact GIRLFRIEND.
So I sensed that things won't happen I would have to make things happen so I decided that sitting here wont do any good for me so I got up and making an execuse to go to TOILET to my parents I went forward and went straight to the dug out where all the air hostess were preparing
for the lunch.As I enterd in their dug out all looks were on me,man I can bet they all must be talking about me since I would have been very popular considering my "SURE ACCIDENT".I opened up with "Hi,Myself Kushal",Yeah!Yeah!you MBA and GRE freaks I know this is not grammatically correct but at that particular moment it abruptly came out my mouth & correcting my mistake did not seem a wise decisson to me.The reply wasvery shocking the arrogant "SURE" came the corus reply,as if they were planning it and I got the taste of my own medicine & yeah it tastes bitter.After that embarassmentnormal the usual Kushal would have blasted and come up with something that would really shut those mean girls up but this Kushal was in love and this lover boy can't afford to be mean and brash.
So without letting them bombard me further I soft spokenly said to my lady love "May I talk to you for a sec" this time I followed it with a smile prettty much expecting the "S" word to bounce back but the reply that too with a smile was OK.Man Surely "SERVE WITH A SMILE" is a dam Line it really works well atleast for me.So she came close and said "yes What it is".
Oh my God my biggest fantasy was in front of my eyes I was clueless to say something.For a while I thought of asking her where the TOILET is but I was not in a college of 25 acres,this God Damn was a airplane one should be a pure dumbo to not to know where the Loo is.So without making things worse I gathered all the courage left in me and told her the entire episode from the morning everything about the lady at the counter & how much pissed I was while I was entering the aircraft.
Relieved I was telling my side of the story but little did I know the fat dumbo at the counter not
only had made my day hell but was elmentry in ruining my lady love's mood too.Apparently she had a heated argument with the same bitch over some baggage so we shared our stories & apparently that bitch was useful to me somewhere,at least she gave me something to talk about to my princess.
So sensing a good platform to solidify my friendship with the girl so without delayig I came up with "So I Guess we are even".She noded with a smile,I abruptly came up with "So starting on a new note Hi I am Kushal from Delhi".I delebrately added the word DELHI to my short resume because I had a feeling that she too was from Delhi.And as very much expected the result was
"Hi I am Anamika from Sadi DELHI". Without breaking the momentum I came up with "No way I was thinking you to be form Delhi"
"What made you feel that "was the abrupt reply,without giving a thought I came up with "You know it is the great combination of you having both beauty and brains that made me feel that made me feel that this would be definately a masterpiece of Delhi".This line made her blush and her being blush was a bonus me as anyhow the line was from the heart.
Suddenly my IPOD had a reincarnation and started playing"KIS TARF HAIN AASMA KIS TARF ZAMEEN" ya men truely I cant make it out at this juncture.When I was in this my imaginative LOVE land a strong maretone voice disturbed me by saying
"SIT DOWN "............
CHAPTER 1
Another trip to jammu & here I keep my fingers cross that air hostess would truely be a eye candy,I very enthusiastically ask my DAD what air lines are we hopping into."SPICYJET" Oh my god this airlines has all the "EYE THORNS" air hostesses lined up in their "low cost" armourey.I was looking forward to getting a new pair of woodland shoes to attract these AIRY
HONEY BEES but it seems that HAWAI Chapals would even be too classy for these beauty MORONS.
The flight was 6:00 in the morning and we reached the airport by 5:00 I went straight to the Spicejet counter,as soon as I reached the counter my night mare got a jump kick the lady at the counter made me feel the lady at the KANDIVILI RAILWAYSTATION TICKET COUNTER is Miss Universe compared to her.As soon she said "May I Help you Sir" I could could feel the aura
of the chilly chicken that she would have had in the dinner.Holding my breath(not in a good way) I showed her my tickets and waited for her to give me the boarding pass.
As she was in the middle of printing the boarding pass I took a glance at the side by counter of KINGFISHER.Oh my God the lady over there made me release my birth that I had been holding to escape the chicken monstress breath.Truely "God must be a LADY".No doubt they charge double the airfare as normal & why not they sure give extra services in form of these DIVAS.Really the tag line for this airlines seems to be apt you truely "FLY WITH GOOD TIMES".As I was busy applauding the beauty of both the KINGFISHER airlines and hostess my nostrils again started feeling the pungent chilly chicken smell my nostril,I almost felt that my hairy nose has lost some its hairy silk to the unbeatable customer service oF "spicyjet".
I grabbed the boarding pass as they were my tickets to heaven but it were truely my escape routes from the stunking hell.When I reached my parents waitng in the hall I felt how lucky my parents are that there young son survived such a great assasin,instead I feel two great assasins one was trying to kill me with her arrows of beauty and other with her chickenlybenzene gas.As I along with my MOM DAD were waiting for the final call from the airlines I was busy looking at all the AIRY HONEY BEES roaming in a swarm but they were not noticing this SUNFLOWER (thats me) sitting waiting to be sucked by them.The only thing that kept me cheered up while returning from JAMMU we would be travelling by KINGFISHER.
As we reach the air craft I in my 3/4ths put on my IPOD and had it to full volume capacity,as we reached inside I Guess I heard "someone" say "WELCOME ON BOARD" but I gave that "someone" the coldest shoulder that an air hostess could get followed by a sure loud reply "SURE" with complete arrogance,which appeared to me a murmur as I was totally into my "JAI HO" on my IPOD.Our seat number was 32A B C which was in the very end so it took us just years to reach the destination as passengers were busy putting there luggage on the upper chambers.As I sat on my seat man I felt that Mumbai Locals are 3BHK flat.I could barely kiss
my own knees an exercise which many fitness Freaks would take years to do.Anyways I was pretty much expecting this,now the plane was about to take off the part of air travel taht scares the hell out of me and suddenly the ipod started the track "GUMNAM HAIN KOI" and I pulled of the headphones in a second as it made the situation more melodramatic.
It was the first time since I boarded the palne I was in my complete senses,soon the air hostesses came in the picture which till now had only experienced cold response from me.As they were busy giving the safety instructions I glared at one of the air hostess & bang I was bold over."Oh My God" were the immediate words that came in my mouth & here my mom looked at me & asked what the matter was I just could not think of any thing and replied in a haste that I remember that I forgot to turn off the lights in my room.Here we go as I could not think of any thing else my mothered bombared me with the "RESPONSIBILITIES" speech.As soon as she calmed down after bombarding me with the parental speech,I again looked up towards the air hostess that bowled me up with her first look.
This was the girl whom I was waiting her looking at her made me this was it I had been waiting for this single moment my entire life.She had a beauty that one can not describe even the likes of gulzar and akhtars would be incompetent to write few lines on her.She had a smile that made my day a smile for which I could put my every thing on stake.She with her glittering eyes could make the SAHARA desert look like PACIFIC.Her simplicity with a sheer attitude had got me hooked for my entire life.Oh no am I getting crazy was my first reaction appreciating a girls beauty in such a "VEGETARIAN" way is not me but this girl had such a pure charm attached to
her that all other things looked superficial compared to her beauty."This is it" was my reaction first time in my life I had such a feeling for somebody a feeling so strong that made me even forget the trauma of plane take off when I looked around we were already in the skies
and particularly I was in the 7th sky.
I could not let her go so in true desperation I pressed the attendant button,within fraction of seconds she came to my seat and asked "Can I Help you" these words were icings for my ears,which along with my nose had had a rough morning thanks to the lady at the counter.
Since I called her I had to start the conversation so I decided to ask her for some cotton as this is the most common thing passengers usually ask in airplanes as the noise of engine becomes unberable to some.The reply was such taht shook me to my core & it was "SURE",it
had the same tone of arrogance that I had given to "someone' when I entered the plane.Damn why in this world I said such a line a line which could end my chances of getting close to the love of my life.I had to something to get things right but with my parents I cannot talk to the girl
openly,meanwhile she came and handed over me the cotton with the superficial smile that one can get.Boy I knew "SERVE WITH A SMILE" is what they are thought but a smile like this could give lovers like me a HEART ATTACK.
So how can I get to talk with her and understand things to her I can not let her get a picture of me as a "UNCIVLIZED NONSOCIAL BRAT".Mr/SANT KABIR would have been in love when he would have written those four golden lines "YEH ISHQ NAHI AASAN",true I must say.While I was busy thinking of aplan to get things right with my love my father pressed the attendant button.She came again & glaring at me said "yes" a yes that I can say was not very friendly,but DAD came to the rescue and asked her to get him a news paper realizing her mistake she
tried to be sweet with PA and asked her if he would like to have some tea coffee.Seeing her talk sweetly with my parents I thought atleast my parents are jelling with their sons would be friend well to be exact GIRLFRIEND.
So I sensed that things won't happen I would have to make things happen so I decided that sitting here wont do any good for me so I got up and making an execuse to go to TOILET to my parents I went forward and went straight to the dug out where all the air hostess were preparing
for the lunch.As I enterd in their dug out all looks were on me,man I can bet they all must be talking about me since I would have been very popular considering my "SURE ACCIDENT".I opened up with "Hi,Myself Kushal",Yeah!Yeah!you MBA and GRE freaks I know this is not grammatically correct but at that particular moment it abruptly came out my mouth & correcting my mistake did not seem a wise decisson to me.The reply wasvery shocking the arrogant "SURE" came the corus reply,as if they were planning it and I got the taste of my own medicine & yeah it tastes bitter.After that embarassmentnormal the usual Kushal would have blasted and come up with something that would really shut those mean girls up but this Kushal was in love and this lover boy can't afford to be mean and brash.
So without letting them bombard me further I soft spokenly said to my lady love "May I talk to you for a sec" this time I followed it with a smile prettty much expecting the "S" word to bounce back but the reply that too with a smile was OK.Man Surely "SERVE WITH A SMILE" is a dam Line it really works well atleast for me.So she came close and said "yes What it is".
Oh my God my biggest fantasy was in front of my eyes I was clueless to say something.For a while I thought of asking her where the TOILET is but I was not in a college of 25 acres,this God Damn was a airplane one should be a pure dumbo to not to know where the Loo is.So without making things worse I gathered all the courage left in me and told her the entire episode from the morning everything about the lady at the counter & how much pissed I was while I was entering the aircraft.
Relieved I was telling my side of the story but little did I know the fat dumbo at the counter not
only had made my day hell but was elmentry in ruining my lady love's mood too.Apparently she had a heated argument with the same bitch over some baggage so we shared our stories & apparently that bitch was useful to me somewhere,at least she gave me something to talk about to my princess.
So sensing a good platform to solidify my friendship with the girl so without delayig I came up with "So I Guess we are even".She noded with a smile,I abruptly came up with "So starting on a new note Hi I am Kushal from Delhi".I delebrately added the word DELHI to my short resume because I had a feeling that she too was from Delhi.And as very much expected the result was
"Hi I am Anamika from Sadi DELHI". Without breaking the momentum I came up with "No way I was thinking you to be form Delhi"
"What made you feel that "was the abrupt reply,without giving a thought I came up with "You know it is the great combination of you having both beauty and brains that made me feel that made me feel that this would be definately a masterpiece of Delhi".This line made her blush and her being blush was a bonus me as anyhow the line was from the heart.
Suddenly my IPOD had a reincarnation and started playing"KIS TARF HAIN AASMA KIS TARF ZAMEEN" ya men truely I cant make it out at this juncture.When I was in this my imaginative LOVE land a strong maretone voice disturbed me by saying
"SIT DOWN "............
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
TO HELL WITH IIMS!
"In an argument if you lose,you lose
but if you win you lose someone"
The day I joined PT,aptitude wise I have grown a little but to say attitude wise we all have overgrown.This bloody discussion thing has really peeped in our nerves like a poison.
We & particularly I are considering ourselves in the great league of "Karan Thapars & Arun Shoree" league material.Give us any dam topic in the world & we are ready with our swords to safeguard one's viewpoint.It as if somebody has attempted to sabotaged our virginity & now he shall be not left alive untill he either crumbles or changes his viewpoint.
These small batteles or heavy vocabulary shellings are majorly sponsered by PT,which I say slowly but surely created rifts between us.A simple question such as "THE DBMS TEACHER SUCKS"becomes a question of pride,esteem,dignity & what not for all of us & we pounce on the opportunity(topic) as hungry vultures each of us trying to grab the maximum meat.
And in this slaughtering of the topic we put our friendship at sake with words like
("ABHE CHUTTIYE" "TUJE LAND PATA HAI" " JAA GAND MARA" "KUCH BHII BOLTA HAI") fluttering out of our heavily loaded vocablic armoury.Common Guys we are not at war on this bloody ,every other day atopic comes and weakens our palace of friendship if not shatters it.Common no one of us is a robot it hurts and it some times pains.
But we are such "argument cravy" loggerheads that next time we enter the discussion with more zeal and zest & with more precise facts and figures.To this some of my close friends(As I consider them)might say that this is a bullshit & these things really dont do any harm to the bonding. GDically Iappreciate their viewpoint but I believe all of us have emotions & all of us feel the pain of those slaughtry words.Knowingly or Unknowingly we all get hurt & this bitters the bond that we share.
If getting in IIMS or to be more realistic JBMS is at the cost of loosing friends then"To hell with IIMS &JBMS AND GRES".Please lets just be friends and not form a parliment whereever we go with ruling party on one side and leaders of opposition on the other side.
I mean aginst we are competing one on the otherside of the battle ground is closest to me.And yes I differ from Lord Krishna sayings where he tells Arjun to fight against his closeones and treating them as strangers.
SORRY I DONT HAVE THOSE NERVES OF STEEL
AND YES I AM A COWARD WHEN IT COMES TO LOSING FRIENDS.
FROM NOW ON "NO MORE DISCUSSIONS ATLEAST FROM MY SIDE"
but if you win you lose someone"
The day I joined PT,aptitude wise I have grown a little but to say attitude wise we all have overgrown.This bloody discussion thing has really peeped in our nerves like a poison.
We & particularly I are considering ourselves in the great league of "Karan Thapars & Arun Shoree" league material.Give us any dam topic in the world & we are ready with our swords to safeguard one's viewpoint.It as if somebody has attempted to sabotaged our virginity & now he shall be not left alive untill he either crumbles or changes his viewpoint.
These small batteles or heavy vocabulary shellings are majorly sponsered by PT,which I say slowly but surely created rifts between us.A simple question such as "THE DBMS TEACHER SUCKS"becomes a question of pride,esteem,dignity & what not for all of us & we pounce on the opportunity(topic) as hungry vultures each of us trying to grab the maximum meat.
And in this slaughtering of the topic we put our friendship at sake with words like
("ABHE CHUTTIYE" "TUJE LAND PATA HAI" " JAA GAND MARA" "KUCH BHII BOLTA HAI") fluttering out of our heavily loaded vocablic armoury.Common Guys we are not at war on this bloody ,every other day atopic comes and weakens our palace of friendship if not shatters it.Common no one of us is a robot it hurts and it some times pains.
But we are such "argument cravy" loggerheads that next time we enter the discussion with more zeal and zest & with more precise facts and figures.To this some of my close friends(As I consider them)might say that this is a bullshit & these things really dont do any harm to the bonding. GDically Iappreciate their viewpoint but I believe all of us have emotions & all of us feel the pain of those slaughtry words.Knowingly or Unknowingly we all get hurt & this bitters the bond that we share.
If getting in IIMS or to be more realistic JBMS is at the cost of loosing friends then"To hell with IIMS &JBMS AND GRES".Please lets just be friends and not form a parliment whereever we go with ruling party on one side and leaders of opposition on the other side.
I mean aginst we are competing one on the otherside of the battle ground is closest to me.And yes I differ from Lord Krishna sayings where he tells Arjun to fight against his closeones and treating them as strangers.
SORRY I DONT HAVE THOSE NERVES OF STEEL
AND YES I AM A COWARD WHEN IT COMES TO LOSING FRIENDS.
FROM NOW ON "NO MORE DISCUSSIONS ATLEAST FROM MY SIDE"
Monday, July 21, 2008
RAIN DRAIN
Oh pls dont panic the monsoon isn't going abroad.Its that i opted the title to be so.Atlast its raining cats and dogs and you know these are the times when i really regret being a batchelor.Really
"LOVE IS IN THE AIR".Oh God its high time my parents give a thought of getting me married.At same time i am feeling a strong desire for mouth watering "PAKODAS" but in vain because my dietician mom would water boil them and serve them with salads so "WATER PAKODAS WONT WORK".
I was gloomy and bored the whole day but it seems the God just right clicked and refreshed me with this rain.Sitting on edge of my duplicate "sliding" windows I can see people(Woh Woh no I am not peeking in somebodys bedroom)everywhere on the busy road & can also see their diffrent reactions towaards rain.
First of all I see a taxidriver pulling his dry turned taxi & it seems the color of the taxi(BLACK YELLOW) are coming on his face along with the shade of angry red.To me he looks like a brand ambassdor of asian paints.
Hey I can look Jenelia getting wet in her white dress .Oh no you morons I am talking about the hoarding on the near by building of her
latest movie JTYJN.It is that Imran too is getting wet but thatis not what i am concerned because i am pretty much staright and hope the reader of the blog is too.
Great somebody is getting a free pizza today,the pizza guy is stuck at the signal & it looks he wont be able to make it in this lifetime
forget even about the timeline of half an hour.Wish I had ordered one ?
Whats that Mrs Khanna is giving a highway to Mr Chaddha.No she isnt an MP nor is in BMC,highway because line wont go with her size & also her age.
Simultaneously I can see a bunch of school kids with their leaking noses enjoying rain and jumping in puddles,surely the best sight so far.Oh God that song from Jagit Singh seems to be echoing in my ears -"Yeh daulat bhi lelo....
Yeh shaurat bhi lelo...."
Surely these diffrent visual experiences fill me with joy and me think how diffrent people react to rain in diffrent way.Similarly we all face adversities SOME TRUMBLE,SOME CRUMBLE but the brave just STAY HUMBLE & fight their odds just like the school children.
So dont be a taxi driver with a dry tank rather be a school child and enjoy the rain without any pain.
At last i would end this blog with my four lines-
Here comes the rain.
For some a joy train & for some brings pain.
Chin up and face it with a smile.
After all it would last only for a short while.
"LOVE IS IN THE AIR".Oh God its high time my parents give a thought of getting me married.At same time i am feeling a strong desire for mouth watering "PAKODAS" but in vain because my dietician mom would water boil them and serve them with salads so "WATER PAKODAS WONT WORK".
I was gloomy and bored the whole day but it seems the God just right clicked and refreshed me with this rain.Sitting on edge of my duplicate "sliding" windows I can see people(Woh Woh no I am not peeking in somebodys bedroom)everywhere on the busy road & can also see their diffrent reactions towaards rain.
First of all I see a taxidriver pulling his dry turned taxi & it seems the color of the taxi(BLACK YELLOW) are coming on his face along with the shade of angry red.To me he looks like a brand ambassdor of asian paints.
Hey I can look Jenelia getting wet in her white dress .Oh no you morons I am talking about the hoarding on the near by building of her
latest movie JTYJN.It is that Imran too is getting wet but thatis not what i am concerned because i am pretty much staright and hope the reader of the blog is too.
Great somebody is getting a free pizza today,the pizza guy is stuck at the signal & it looks he wont be able to make it in this lifetime
forget even about the timeline of half an hour.Wish I had ordered one ?
Whats that Mrs Khanna is giving a highway to Mr Chaddha.No she isnt an MP nor is in BMC,highway because line wont go with her size & also her age.
Simultaneously I can see a bunch of school kids with their leaking noses enjoying rain and jumping in puddles,surely the best sight so far.Oh God that song from Jagit Singh seems to be echoing in my ears -"Yeh daulat bhi lelo....
Yeh shaurat bhi lelo...."
Surely these diffrent visual experiences fill me with joy and me think how diffrent people react to rain in diffrent way.Similarly we all face adversities SOME TRUMBLE,SOME CRUMBLE but the brave just STAY HUMBLE & fight their odds just like the school children.
So dont be a taxi driver with a dry tank rather be a school child and enjoy the rain without any pain.
At last i would end this blog with my four lines-
Here comes the rain.
For some a joy train & for some brings pain.
Chin up and face it with a smile.
After all it would last only for a short while.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
EXPECTATIONS LEAD TO FRUSTATIONS
Before starting with the blog i would like to mention pls dont have any high expectations from this blog.I would like to commence my blog with these 4 lines-
Expectations from life may lead to frustations.
Expectations from politics may lead to early elewctions.
Expectations from love may lead to desperations.
& Expectations from friends can lead to isolations.
Yes,my dear dear friend it all starts with expectation,the root cause of all emotions,frustations.No matter what be the relation the trouble begins when you start expecting something or the other from the second person, it may be a friend,wife or even parents.
A person expects company from his friends when he is lonely but his friends might have other plans than to entertain him this may lead to isolation and one begims questioning friendship.The examples can vary in diffrent relation for eg- parents need a topper son, a lover needs attention of special someone all have got their yardsticks ready.
Even the freatest thoughts about friendship " A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED" itself seems to have expectation written all over it.
With recent experiences i believe why expect anything from others be master of your own destiny.
Earlier i was delaying writing a blog because i was expecting that whenever i write a blog my friends should love it but with recent experiences i have come over these expectations.
Never expect anything in life and in relations because expectations as far as i am concerned will lead to high hopes and when these expectations get shattered it really hurts and one starts thinking "I DIDNOT EXPECT THIS FROM HIM OR THEM OR LIVE".
See the agony of being a human now i expect that you put a comment on this blog "HUMAN NATURE".Thanks at the end for being patient enough to read all this.
Never expect anything from life.
Instead accept things that come from life.
Expectations from life may lead to frustations.
Expectations from politics may lead to early elewctions.
Expectations from love may lead to desperations.
& Expectations from friends can lead to isolations.
Yes,my dear dear friend it all starts with expectation,the root cause of all emotions,frustations.No matter what be the relation the trouble begins when you start expecting something or the other from the second person, it may be a friend,wife or even parents.
A person expects company from his friends when he is lonely but his friends might have other plans than to entertain him this may lead to isolation and one begims questioning friendship.The examples can vary in diffrent relation for eg- parents need a topper son, a lover needs attention of special someone all have got their yardsticks ready.
Even the freatest thoughts about friendship " A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED" itself seems to have expectation written all over it.
With recent experiences i believe why expect anything from others be master of your own destiny.
Earlier i was delaying writing a blog because i was expecting that whenever i write a blog my friends should love it but with recent experiences i have come over these expectations.
Never expect anything in life and in relations because expectations as far as i am concerned will lead to high hopes and when these expectations get shattered it really hurts and one starts thinking "I DIDNOT EXPECT THIS FROM HIM OR THEM OR LIVE".
See the agony of being a human now i expect that you put a comment on this blog "HUMAN NATURE".Thanks at the end for being patient enough to read all this.
Never expect anything from life.
Instead accept things that come from life.
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