Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Yes, I do believe in God, I believe in miracles, I’ve full faith in HER.
There is someone somewhere who is guiding me, my actions, and cares for me; loves me unconditionally. I’m bad, manipulative but still I believe God loves me, SHE loves everybody, all HER good and bad children. At times, it is so relaxing to leave everything to HER, and let HER decide what is in favor of everybody.
Last night nephew(with his shoes on) kicked me hard at my mouth, for a moment I thought my left n right incisor are gone, luckily escaped with a swollen upper lip only.
Of course we were playing.
Shubha Mudgal rocks. Check out the music of Raincoat.
Here, atmosphere is bit tense, not tense exactly, it’s ‘extra-professional’ now a days as annual increment/promotion letters are being given, though I’m not expecting anything coz’ I got one such letter six months back.
Passing thought: If for an minute or for a second, we all stop visiting all religious places(mandirs/masjids/gurudwaras/churches/etc etc.) , then we stop going there for a week and then a month, this will reduce all religious places to mere ‘buildings’; I meant still believing in God but not visiting any religious place.
Conclusion- God is where, we choose HER to be.
Damn, my mailbox is flooded with pictures of tsunami disaster; people send the relief there rather than bombarding pictures again and again.

Monday, December 27, 2004

boring boring and boring.....

Sis: how much tax do u pay?
me: dunno, it gets deducted every month.
sis: u don't know how much is deducted.
me: no.
sis: kuch savings kari hai tax save karne ke liye.
me: nahi
sis: accha Pf kitna kat ta hai.
me: dunno.
sis: kitne saal se tax pay kar raha hai?
me: 5
sis: and kahi savings nahi kari?
me: nope.
sis: koi LIC?
me: yes.
sis: premium kitna hai?
me: hmmm..bhool gaya.


R: don't go to work tomorrow if u r not well.
Me: hmmm.
R: I know as usual, u r not listening.
me: hmm..nahhh, nothing like that, as usual I'm listening.
R: So..conclusion.
Me: ya, will assess my sitaution in morning n then decide.
R: Take a leave.
Me: hmmm.
R: wat hmm? kitni CL bachi hai?
me: dunno
R: kitni EL bachi hai?
me: dunno.
R: arre, sab lapse ho jayegee, encash hoti hai kya?
me: dunno.
R: don't talk to me.
me: hmmm.


bored, bored and bored, B-(
something seriously needs to be done.
there is so much to write but not feeling like writing anything.


Thursday, December 23, 2004


It all started with the lunch I had on monday, ever heard of subzi of "beans+mattar+mushrooms+shimla-mirch", yes my ma have this fancy of cooking all sort of weird combos, sometimes she even cooks "tori-paneer" or "tinda-paneer" or "methi-shimlamirch", but the monday lunch was too weird for me it consisted of all vegetables that I hate, so that left me in bad taste in all ways. In the evening played 7 consecutive games that left me fully drenched in sweat to the innermost of clothing, and remained so till late night.

Woke up with heaviness in head and scratchy throat, but since in the morning, mind is much pre-occupied to reach office on time, so only after some 1-2 hours at work realized the gravity of ailments but it was too late by that time, pain in eyes also started to contribute its share.
Well, in the afternoon had a nice lunch at "Taste of India" with a close friend(Vipul) who was in town for his Visa-appointment at US embassy.

Woke up at 11:30, :-) hahahaahaha....., spent whole day at home.
-- Reading blogs from home are not even as half much fun as compared to from office.
-- In all waking hours, mom gave me lecture....about getting married etc.
-- took a crocin and slept early.

Again there was some pain in throat, so quickly did a consequences-check if I take another day off, and I tell u if once the thought of taking a leave comes in my mind then I always manage to justify the leave; quickly message a friend to tell the boss abt my another leave.
-- watched match
-- checked mails
-- slept
-- checked mails

now feeling fully-fit and all set for tomorrow.

"Iss tez. dhoop mein bhi akele nahi tha main
ek saayaa mere aagey peechay daudhta raha

tanha tere khyaal ne rehne nahi diya "

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I’ve a dream, a dream of CLEAN India, clean from all malice. Free from clutches of dirty politicians.
I’ve a dream of people taking pride in being an Indian, I dream of people having a sense of belonging for their motherland.
I’ve a dream of people cultivating this sense of belonging, of realizing their responsibility towards nation.
I do not expect them to make Huge sacrifices or change their life style drastically or overdo their responsibilities or change everything overnight, I only expect them doing the basics, as they say when nothing is going right for you then try to stick to the basics and try.
I want to see people actually fighting the self-made evils; I just want every individual to do their act right.
I want to see people actually respecting the fellow human being, treating the others ‘normally’ without any disdain or hatred.
I want to see people following the laws and when need arises raising their voice against some weird out-dated laws.
I want to see people standing in queues in a civilized way.
I want to see people driving as per laws, coz one moron can cause traffic disruptions, resulting time-loss of hundreds.
I want to see people not to spit, litter on roads or using the nook and corner as their urinals, at least I expect this from educated people, but unfortunately here education doesn’t comes for rescue, most of the people I see doing all this look well off and well educated. Most disheartening is to see parents setting the wrong examples for their kids; all these small menace have become so much part of our life style that we do not see any wrong in doing so.
We all are so much self-absorbed in our small gains caring a damn for fellow countrymen; forget about the country.

Everybody does all sort of manipulations for their petty gains, manipulations like…..smuggled goods/liquor, fake bills, abetting audio/video piracy etc etc, we buy movie tickets in black, train tickets from touts without ever realizing once that there is someone who is at loss.
We cheat on the revenue earned by the Govt. in form of taxes and other levies, which in turn affects the development plans; Simple.
And the most common excuse increasing this rot is....”Sab kartey hai”, but two wrongs don’t make a right.

In the same manner as we go higher in ladder, the level of corruption increases, our leaders, industrialists engage in bigger and dirtier mal-practices without any opposition, and again there is a common loser.... our Country.

I know a lot of people who agree with all this but continue to do so, their argument; that we cannot survive in the existing structure/society without these practices, but who will correct the system? Who will stop the rot? I know, not everybody can join politics, but again someone has to take the call, to come forward. It is difficult but not impossible.
Yes, change is possible and my funda is to change myself first at individual level.
“Issi andhere se nikale gee ujaaley ki kiran..par shart hai ke hum intezaar karengey”
Another thing that disturbs me is the ‘lack of respect towards the fairer sex’. {will blurt out my anguish on this some other day.}

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Passing thought:: Why do people invite hurt?

After more than 6 months played any sport, last evening had lots of fun playing table-tennis after office hours, lost twice and won once, in all had satisfying time.

I reinforce it again, 24hours in a day are too less, there should be minimum 30 hrs.
I want sound sleep of 7 hours at least, I want to play more, study more and of course work more.

Found a neat site and downloaded “BullaKiJana” and “Ek haseen nigah ka dil pe saaya hai” :-)

Thursday, December 09, 2004

M a l e f a c t o r

{* will e d I t it soon *}

  • I submit fake medical and phone bills.
  • I submit fake rent-receipts to save tax on HRA.
  • I purchase pirated music in form of MP3s.
  • I break signal whenever there is no traffic on the road.
  • Recently I bribed the traffic-cop when he stopped me for breaking the signal.
  • Sometimes I throw toffee-wrappers and bus-tickets on road, consciously-mistakenly.
  • Whenever I pay my bills after the due date I mark the cheques with an earlier date.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004


  • We lost two matches in two days, 4-0 and 5-4, and our captain still thinks there is a hope for bronze, ridiculous.
  • A successful coach (Rajinder Singh, incidentally he was coach of my school team some 10 yrs back) was sacked just 3 weeks before Olympics. Ridiculous.
  • Some unknown German grabs the chief coach position in such a short notice. This tells about of his credibility. Ridiculous.
  • IHF sacks top players (Dhanraj and Dhillon) just before Olympics and after media hue-cry they recalled them just to humiliate them further by resting them on bench for most part of games; and again sacked them after Olympics.
  • Again before Indo-Pak series, the new coach sacks top 3 stars without stating any reasons, and this current team doesn't have a 'forward-line', can anyone tell me who played at right wing in last two matches?
  • Is there any logic behind the selection of 'Adam Sinclair, Vinay or (was that Hari) ' over brilliance of Gagan Ajit, Deepak Thakur (incidentally they both are product of my alma mater)
  • And the strategy of long-passes as opposed to our traditional short-passes has proved to be last nail in the coffin.


Cristiano Junior died coz' of unnecessary aggressive tackling, lets hope federation bans that wild goalkeeper for life.

May his soul rest in peace.


At workfront , not much happening, client is still in process of finalizing feature set for version 4.1 and me struggling with migration from VSS to P4.

Thursday, December 02, 2004


"She stood out among the group of hostel-girls, she came out of curiosity about her new class mates, sparkle on her face clearly depicted that. Everybody was dressed normally for the very first time, I mean dressed normally after wearing funny clothes during month-long ragging. She too was nicely dressed but most striking feature was her nose-pin. She was completely self-conscious; conscious of her looks, her words and the impression she was making on rest of us. Evidently she considered herself pretty and yes, rightly so. She gave an impression of an ambitious girl, her over-confidence was bordering on whiff of arrogance……….. I found her vulnerable."

First impression can't go more wrong than this.


  • She uses horn more than brake while driving; seems to have some basic problem abt the role of two.
  • The second best thing I like about her is her ability to make people at ease.
  • She is an excellent listener (did i say of her own voice, kidding).
  • She wore a red colour pullover on her B'day in 1996.
  • I hated her for making fun of me in front of everybody by making me dance to the song 'Yaara O' yaar..milna hamara..'
  • Once I passed her a chit during "Ramus" lecture .."Yeh zulf itne haseen kaise?" and she shot back "Mom gifted"
  • She is a permanent resident in my book of people I truly admire. thing..of course her nose-pin.

Once she sang her heart out..."Chain se hum ko kabhee, aap ne jeene naa diyaa...." and ended up leaving lot many hearts "be-chain"..forever for a long time.

Dear Ginny, I might be on leave tomorrow, so here are the wishes two days early.


Tuesday, November 30, 2004

List of listssss....

Off course they were/are among the best in the business, so it will stupid of me to even dare to write about their prowess; how idiotic of me to talk about intensity of eyes of Bachchan sahab, his comic timing, his depiction of 'Vijay' in immortal Deewar....Shakss....I'm almost into committing the crime of writing about these stalwarts.

Here it goes....

1) My favourite all-time "Heros"
Dev Anand
Amitabh Bachchan
Shahrukh among current bunch.

2) My favourite all-time "SHEros"
Nutan Aunty
Jaya Bhadhuri
Priety Zinta :">

3) Actresses I Hate
Mala Sinha
Reena Roy
Mallika Sehrawat

4) My favourite Villains
Prem...Prem Chopra
Madan Puri
Ranjeet :-)

5) Most annoying "dubbed" songs
"telephone dhhun mein hasne waali"
"Nach lachak kar naach..." from dalpati

6) Most spontaneous actors
Om Prakash
Moti Lal
Sanjeev Kumar

7) Who made me laugh
Johny Walker
Om Prakash
Keshto Mukherjee :-)

8) Ham-sters
Rajesh Khanna
Rajendra Kumar

9) Best-choreographed songs
"Nigaahey millaney ko ji chahata hai"
"Mohe panghat par nand lala ched gaye reyy... "
"Chhaiya- chhaiya.."

10) Favorite music directors
S.D Burman
Laxmikant Pyaarelal
R.D Burman

11) Lyricist
Majrooh Sultanpuri

12) Directors
Mani Ratnam
Guru Dutt
Hrishikesh Mukherjee
Yash Chopra

13) Films
Dil se

Monday, November 29, 2004

Stop Whining Start living
First things first
1) Fill up the resource requisition form, get it approved and submit to RMG. Done.
2) Leave early today and buy a gift for Babboo.
3) Give the LIC premium cheque to Manpreet.Done.
4) Pay phone bill, last date is 7th Dec, so can wait also.
5) Make credit card payments.
6) Drop boss's phone bill in some drop box.Done.
7)SMS Nidhi.Done.

Sometimes I think I give too much of importance to mundane activities, spend lots of time analyzing and re-analyzing and then doing that thing, doing it way same which struck me at the first place.
so in-between, I'm poorer by time and energy. and sometimes also money.
"Sometimes we tend to delay and postpone some very important things in our lives just because they r too precious, and we are too scared to do them"
This is what I said while talking to two of my very close friends.
And now again when certain realities hit me and my own words r ringing in the head.
Do something. Period.

I'm not focused I guess.
song playing in 'head'..kitne ajeeb rishtey hai yaha par.....

305/8....they r big bores.

Monday, November 22, 2004


kabhi kabhie bazaar mein yuh bhi ho jaata hai
keemat theekh thi, jeb mein itne daam nahi they

aise hi ek baar main tumko haar aaya tha.

Friday, November 19, 2004

yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai

Yeh mahalon, yeh takhton, yeh taajon ki duniya
Yeh insaan ke dushman, samajon ki duniya
Yeh daulat ke bhooke, rawajon ki duniya
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Har ek jism ghayal, har ek rooh pyaasi
Nigaahon mein uljhan dilon mein udaasi
Yeh duniya hai ya aalam-e-badhawaasi
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Yahan ek khilona hai insaan ki hasti
Yeh basti hai murda paraston ki basti
Yahan zindagi se bhi hai maut sasti
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Jawaani bhatakti hai badkaar bankar
Jawaan jism sajte hain baazar bankar
Yahaan pyar hota hai vyopar bankar
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Yeh duniya jahaan aadmi kuchh nahin hai
Wafaa kuchh nahin dosti kuchh nahin hai
Jahan pyaar ki kadr hi kuchh nahin hai
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Jalaa do ise fooq dalo yeh duniya
Jalaa do, jalaa do, jalaa do
Fooq dalo yeh duniya
Mere samne se hata lo yeh duniya
Tumhari hai tum hi sambhalo yeh duniya
Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye, to kya hai?

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Good Bad Ugly.

Good ::
  • Yahoo people increased my mailbox size to 250MB from 100MB.
  • Current project is almost complete.
  • Hopefully Dada won't be playing against SA :-)
Bad ::
  • Lunch.
Ugly ::
  • A red Hyundai Accent stopped at the signal and a Bipasha Basu look-alike dame opened the "Door" and dropped countless empty plastic bottles, used plastic cups, polybags etc etc on the road. Disgusting.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Book Quiz

You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!

by C.S. Lewis

You were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changed quite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now it seems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epic struggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayal that could turn the balance. If this makes it sound like you're re-enacting Christian theological events, that may or may not be coincidence. When in doubt, put your trust in zoo animals.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Death of a Champion.

  • She won the national title for the first time in 1997 at the age of 15, and kept it for next 7 consecutive years.
  • She was among the best in Asia.
  • Suffered a serious back-injury while preparing for next meet.
  • Pleaded to the deaf ears of State Govt. official for financial help , even failed to get the promised prize money.
  • To save her parents from further debts, last saturday night consumed poison and committed suicide.

Shobhini Rajan - national rowing champion
My team for forthcoming home-series against SA and away-series against Bangladesh.

For One-dayers.
Sachin (Bat/Ball)
Sehwag (Bat/Ball)
Mongia (Bat/Ball)
Dravid (C/WK)
Yuvraj (Bat/Ball)
Powar (Bat/Ball)
Nehra / Balaji

For Test-matches.
Gambhir / Mongia
Dravid (C)
Kaif / Sriram
D.Karthik (WK)
Kumble / Balaji / M.Karthik.

Monday, November 15, 2004

Me and movies....

On coming 29th, my nephew will complete 3 years and I'll complete one year since I watched a movie in a cinema hall in Delhi;{and I consider myself a movie-buff.}

After doing fair amount of thinking I conclude that I didn't watch movies which I really wanted to, coz of lack of company. Yes that’s the only reason, I myself was never too busy nor was too disorganized.
And I openly blame my only friend with whom I've been watching movies since 1990; he is lazy; disorganized and everything :-) I missed the thrill of watching works of favorite people on big screen all coz of him and his excuses.
hmmm.. but I know his all excuses were not exactly excuses, sometimes he had family commitments - work commitments.
My other friends are either in some other town or married or both; so one factor or another rules out going out with them, recently one of newly married friend asked me to watch "Vaastu-Shastra" with him as his wife doesn't like horror movies and trust me that was much below belt. And I refused in most blunt manner and rightly so :-)

Now I think I've mastered the art of suppressing my urge to go out..or to watch movies. I'm more content being at home with myself.

But still certain movies/events rekindle the passion to reach out and indulge; which I feel I must do more often.
I really wanted to watch some movies and thoroughly enjoyed their promos on different channels and waited patiently for them to release but.....
I still want to watch these in cinema hall.

  • Spiderman2 (yet to watch)
  • Lakshya (saw this once on cable but picture n audio quality was too bad)
  • Main hoon na (I know its not worth spending 3 hours but...loyality bhi koi cheez hoti hai)
  • Khakee (yet to watch the complete movie but liked watever bits n pieces I managed)
  • Jhankar beats(have seen this n of times,and can watch it another n number of times, truely dil-chahata-hai type stuff)
  • Phir Milenge (yet to watch)

And latest additions in the above mentioned list are

  • Veer Zaara (top on the list right now)
  • Mughal-e-azam.
  • Swades...

Sometimes thoughts of watching movie alone also crosses my mind but.....heart speaks louder than mind and prefer being at home.

All this is nothing but Problem Description....
and solution is........

Thursday, November 11, 2004


Why do we celebrate diwali???
and came the answer, Lord Ram and family came back to Ayodhaya after spending 14 years in exile, people greeted them in grand manner, and since then we commemorate this occasion with respect and use it for official bribery and to show off our social status.

but is that the only Estory??
With so many 'auspicious days' preceding and following the main day, it has become seriously confusing to know the significance of all these festivities; it is nothing more than an official holiday, and officially doing shopping till late night.

Well, other story I know is of King Bali, who wanted to perform 100 yagnas so that he can attain some mighty powers and de-throne Lord Indra, then Lord Indra pleaded to Lord Vishnu to stop Bali, and Lord Vishu then appeared in form of "Baman" interupted his 100th yagna and sent him to "Patal Lok" but gave him a "diya" of knowledge granted him a wish to return to
earth once a year to spread light, knowledge and wisdom.

I'm sure there are soooooo many theories behind each day of celebration but....who cares. getting boring , so better ESTOP.
*Also, on diwali-day Lord Krishna discarded his body.


And now ...Diwali is

National holiday,
Markets remain open till midnight,
Complete chaos on roads,
Air-pollution level goes high,
Noise pollution scares the hell out of pets and infants.
And the next morning, there are clouds of smoke everywhere, dirty roads which remain so for a week.

{{and and...street children searching unused crackers in garbage, roaming door to door asking for diwali-bakshish.Really we live in such a strange society where the difference among different stratum is indescribable.}}


I'm a new Firefox convert :-), and its good to me till now.

Scene at a "shok-sabha" at a distant relative's place, Panditji was giving lecture on the life and everything..suddenly his phone rang..."Dhoom maccha ley dhoom macha le doom" , was sooooo funny.






Why do we celebrate Holi?? B-(

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Last week’s ‘comings and goings’

They again selected the team without asking my opinion; as usual their selection doesn't matches mine. I would have preferred one middle order batsman (S.Sriram to be precise) instead of selecting two openers, that would have served as a warning to Laxman for taking his place for granted.
Selecting two openers doesn't make any sense to me, this will only add pressure on Gambhir; coz he knows if he fails to deliver then Jadhav is there to take his place. And at last they dropped Parthiv Patel*, I'm so relieved and happy about it, this time Aussie's trick didn't work with our selectors, as they always allow him to score some runs so that he gets selected for next match :-)
(*heard that he doesn't even catches cold :-D )

Our roads and traffic are just unrivaled, on same so-called road all types of contraptions run; thursday night I almost rammed into an was on its after dinner stroll on Nizammudin bridge that too in the fast moving right-most lane, and wow and I just love the color of it, it was beautifully intermingled with the darkness.

Watched an episode of "Indian Idol", there was mad rush at all audition centers....they should seriously consider re-naming it to "Indian IDLE".
In all show was pathetic, apart from Sonu Nigam other two judges Anu Malik and Farah Khan were too rude; they should be sued for humiliating people.

Reliance people have changed all the mobile numbers to ten-digit format as per TRAI instructions, so my number has also gone haywire.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Something for introspection...

"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. "
Dante Alighieri(1265-1321).

~ G r a f f i t i ~

  • TACT :: Thinking twice before saying nothing.
  • ANXIETY :: Intense faith in the worst possible outcome.
  • Live in the past - it's tax-free.
  • Flattery is somebody's candied opinion.
  • Everytime bartender makes a mistake a new drink is born.
  • If your dog is fat you're not getting enough exercise.
  • Tennis stars are self-serving.
  • People who diet naturally are born losers.
  • Some people cure a nagging headache by getting a divorce.
  • Pessimists are NO-IT-ALLS.

by Gene Mora

Monday, October 25, 2004

SRK's :: in his every other movie is carrying Rani/Preity/Kajol in his arms...; no wonder then he complains of back pain.

this cold is killing me, one nostril is blocked and other is flowing..and then they swap roles.


hurraaaah Sachin is fit to play, but now whom Dada will drop from the side....Yuvi or Kaif?? Kaif in all probablity. Or u never know with Indian think tank's strategies, they might drop Yuvi and ask Patel to open.

These 3 days at home made me proficient in putting eye-drops in the eyes without any help.

Raavan is an another interesting "thing", yeh khatam nahi hota....har saaal jalta hai par bhasm nahi hota :-)

Another break-off.
Excerpt from her website
"In mutual consent, Kim Clijsters and Lleyton Hewitt decided to end their relationship. Private reasons have urged the couple. As a consequence, the announced wedding has been cancelled as well."


Graffiti by Gene Mora:: Every monday we look back at the good old days: Saturday and Sunday.

Friday, October 22, 2004

Tons of memories.....

Random look into one of the drawer; contents unchanged since 1999.

* movie tickets of KC Theatre,Chandigarh dated 25th Oct 97, saturday 9pm show.
* college final year identity card dated 08-08-95..validity till 30-04-96.
* a prescription by Dr.Satish K. Batra for Ms.B, dated 20-April-97
* many careless papers with songs written on them....
* juvenile recorded audio cassettes.
* numerous gift-wrappers, all preserved along with the gifts received.
* one reynolds jetter pen(gray color, exams special) along with its pack in which it came.
* innumerable toffee and choclate (mostly five star) wrappers.
* 1000 pens.
* Hanuman chaalisa.
* 1 Mouth organ.
* unforgettable coins with finger prints still intact.
* 2 old wallets.
* packs of balloons.
* one tiny "eItr" bottle, manipuri friend Rabi Singh gave this to me sometime in 1998.
* one "elephant-shape" brass key chain (along with key of my hostel room)

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Drop Patel w.e.f YESTERDAY

Indra Dev played spoil sport on Monday or HE punished us for not wrapping up the match in 4 days, I've never seen a pathetic wicket-keeping performance ever in my life, ball was not sticking to his gloves or I wonder his gloves were too big for his non-existent hands.

No being a 19 year old is no excuse for such performance after all you are doing national duty and you are supposed to do your best, at least you should appear to be doing your best. Patel dropped at least 4 catches and 2-3 stumpings when it mattered most; these misses can't be justified by any number of runs scored by him. And dropping Hayden/Gilchrist and missing of stumping of Clark is a not a mistake, its a CRIME if not sin. Apart from missed chances he gave some 19 extras as byes.

Now as we go into next test, selectors have picked up Nehra in place of injured Pathan, I really wish they don't include him in playing XI, after all replacement of Pathan can't be a "only" bowler, Agarkar should get nod ahead of Nehra coz of his batting abilities. Selection of Yuvraj as opener ahead of Chopra is also baffling, with all respect to his one-dayers prowess, he is simply not suitable as an opener in test-matches that too against opponent like Aussies. His footwork is suspect against new-moving ball, and even if he gets some runs he gets them in quick time, which doesn't helps the middle order, coz other than making runs the role of an opener is also to take shine off the ball and do not expose the middle order to the new ball.

Mr.Ganguly use your resources intelligently next time and please don’t let any Gillespie to stay at crease for four hours again.

Lets hope they do something extra-ordinary in the remaining matches and retain the Gavaskar-Border trophy.

Monday, October 18, 2004

Last 3 days.

Spent 3 long hours at Dr.Indrani Dasgupta's eye-clinic with eyes closed most of the time, thankfully nothing wrong with my eyes 6/6 but still she has suggested me two types of eye-drops for next ten days; and some anti-EMI glasses while working; now don't ask me the full form of EMI.

For the first time in my life I went to Dilli Haat with a friend, didn't like the place , it was too crowded and noisy. And from there proceeded to Ansal Plaza, that place was too exploding with people; its always a pain to shop with my this friend, coz his waist size is slightly more than 27, B-) so finding clothes for him makes me loose weight. (pain is wrong word but not fun for the sure)

Visited a relative at Sir Ganga Ram hospital; no matter how plush now a days hospitals look like but people there too wear desolate looks.

Friday, October 15, 2004

I am a Gemini.

I am a Gemini. (Also known as "Twins") My Horror-scope starts like this:

" Eternally childish - both intellectually and emotionally, a Gemini simply refuses to grow up, and will often mooch of off someone until old age.

His only true passion is pointless chatter, which he has mastered to perfection. A Gemini can talk for hours without ever getting to the point.

He reads little, but has an opinion on every issue - even though he will change it about a dozen times a week. It is not uncommon for a Gemini to become an actor or at least a "writer".

Geminis can't stand stress - neither physical nor mental.

Even though a Gemini loves to entertain guests, at best, he will have nothing more to offer than soda and chips. Usually though, it's just his endless and pointless ramblings. "

Find yours

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Something in air....

After ages winters are setting in at the right time, and I really wish it remains so unlike the other seasons of delhi, weather of delhi is one of its craziest facet, when it rains it rains like hell and floods every nook n corner, in winters fog engulfs the whole city and in summers, mercury soars to new records every other day.

Last year I remember wollens were required only after December first week onwards.;so seems like winters are in at right time.

These first few days of this change fills the air with some strange emotions( I dunno wat it is ..or various states of unhappiness or incompleteness/ 'haawaon mein guzare mausam ki khusboo hai' :-) ) but I can feel it all the time ; people are finding this weather romantic/sexy and wat not, and this slight chill in air brings back many memories; memories that begin but do not end; memories cloud the mind as if I want to keep hearing about them; now I'm not making any sense :-)
this chill brings back....
1) morning assembly at school.
2) going with friends to watch "Ramlila" and feeling 'this' chill while coming back.
3) cribbing abt sun going down early, cutting off playing hours.
4) cold n damp lecture theatres and labs. at college.
5) late-night tea in hostel.

this chill is special, it brightens some dark corners.
this chill is special, it makes my days warm.

Experience teaches us a lot, but life has a way of keeping us constantly challenged by presenting us with fresh, thought-provoking situations.

Friday, October 08, 2004

Now its official, me and Chinese food are not made for each other, no it doesn't gives me stomach pain or makes me sick, it gives me splitting-headache, headache that lasts at least 36 hours, and exactly that happened to me from wednesday afternoon onwards, mom and friends want me to get my eyes checked but I'm sure it has nothing to do with eye-sight; and mom's other theory says it happens coz I don't eat breakfast. :-)***********************************************************************************

Well, I took a leave yesterday and spent whole day at home with mom; I strongly feel "Baghban" movie should be banned here immediately, it makes my mom's imagination work overtime and she imagines weird situations and makes us feel guilty for Amitabh & Hema's plight.

Dad's flight from Dimapur got cancelled yesterday, so now he will go to Guwahati first and from there, will come to Delhi, hopefully will reach by today noon.

And now only Indra Dev can save India in the first test.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

last night watched last 15 minutes of my favorite movie "dil se", amazing climax, amazing ending. too good. again fell in love with it.

at lunch Aussie are one down, well it was a good toss to lose. and good to have Sunil Gavaskar as consultant for the team; without Ponting , I think India have good chance to beat them.
dad is still on his twin tour of Guwahati (Assam) and Dimapur(Nagaland), and will return tomorrow night. no worries.
still struggling with this struts issue, I think I should ask for help from some hardcore java/struts guy, but not now, will give it another try.
Reliance customer care people are just USELESS. They are worse than "sarkari" office people.

now back to work!

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Forced Life.....

Its lil past 6 in my watch as well in sys-clock, planned work for the day is done, and view from desk doesn't make a very healthy sight, 80% people are still there with their eyes on monitors, some having 'there-is-no-tomorrow' looks , some having expressions as if they are watching some horror flick and obviously some fake looks.

Recently I got shifted to this floor, its a huge well-lit hall with capacity of around 135+ people, everybody having their name-plate mounted over the small pin-board in front of them. Luckily I sit at left-most-corner, so I can see whole sea of people from here.

I was just wondering, how many of these people are doing work of their liking, or are just working to get next salary, and before delving into others lives, I threw this question to myself.

Am I doing the work of my liking? i.e. sitting in a corner writing code / fixing bugs.
This is infact a tough one to answer...hmmmm....there are so many needs or habits which I've "cultivated" over time, so have to earn money to meet the "earned" needs {just got cc bills B-( }.

At times everything seems to be "Forced"...

1) have to get up at 6:30; whether i like it or not.
2) have to perform morning ablution; whether I feel like or not.
3) have to leave home by 7:30,so that can reach at work by 9:10; whether I want or not.
4) have to work on this "technology"; whether I enjoy it or not.
5) have to fill up the daily task report sheets; whether I feel like filling or not.
6) have to wait for a friend to finish his work; whether I like it or not.
Usually reach home around 10-10:30.
7) have to eat the dinner within 5 minutes of entering home {coz mom-dad start their lecture on eating-on-time/sleeping-on-time B-( }; whether I'm hungry or not.
8) have to sleep utmost by 12 ; whether I'm sleepy or not.
9) go to point 1)

Waise, deep down inside I know what I enjoy doing / love doing but not to the extent of making a living out of that, or may be I've not tried it till now coz I'm busy fulfilling "cultivated/earned" needs.

My days will come, sooner or later but for the sure. I'm confident.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Just like that.

Yesterday I wanted to write about Lata Mangeshkar on her 75th b'day but work kept me away.
And in the night came to know about the death of Mulk Raj Anand (1905-2004), at some point of time I used read him a lot, liked his "Untouchable" and "Coolie" immensely, his personal life equally fascinated my young mind during those days.

In news saw the brief interview of Lata Mangeshkar, she is amazing, at 75 she lends her voice to 15-18 yr youngs/olds, more than 62 years in this profession, singing numerous songs in numerous languages, making records, winning awards, all this amazes me, wow what a lady.
So many singers came and faded away, but she stood her ground against all odds. Our parents/even grand parents grew up listening to her, so its sort of in our genes to like her voice, so sort of do not know what sweetness of voice means other than hers.
Her voice has become a benchmark.

hmmm...though my favorite is her younger sister Asha aunty :-)

So many thoughts have been ringing in my skull, wanting to explode, I wanted to blurt them out as soon as possible, I wanted to write about "Types of bloggers”, about "Surfing channels at 11 in night", "about forthcoming cricket series", "ongoing dosti hockey series", about "Itsy-bitsy dressed 'kids' in shopping malls, "Agar milley khuda to...." , but now such thoughts are fading fast as they appeared.

Now again, same day has started, nothing much changed from yesterday other than date, but since it has just began, so its my chance to make most of it, roll my tongue over and relish it. Yes, yes, yes...........!

Friday, September 24, 2004

Mis-fit or loner!

Standing all alone..….all friends and so called friends, companions, acquaintances leaving one by one without making any sort of noise, without bothering even to look back even once. Suddenly there is commotion…starting with a shiny object and whole world becomes alive, and he still standing there alone …..feeling the unending pain of indifference, wondering how priorities change, how people change….so swiftly change their masks, leaving him stranded with no where to go.

“Early morning, saw the lonely moon in the blue sky and sun making its way up”

Mis-fit or loner!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Bond beyond death.

Hmmm....I've been carrying this poignant piece in my wallet for past 11 years.

Bond beyond death.

By Harpreet Kaur Malhotra.

Against all my misgivings, my marriage also came the normal way – an arranged one. I was always dead against marriage, as I had rarely if ever come across a couple where both treated each other as lifepartners rather than “a husband” and “a wife”. With their individuality being always smothered into these ‘moulds’, acceptance as person he or she was was missing.

Nobody seemed to believe in ‘if you love something set it free’, being too insecure to give even a breathing space to each other’s existence.
Expectations of the other person conforming to one’s idea of ‘my husband’ or ‘my wife’ ran too high.

I remember one of the good guys, I had met had a desire to be capable of affording any object of luxury that his wife desired. He wanted to be some sort of a ‘Jinn of the chirag’ Alladdin had possessed. Only in this case the chirag would have been in the hands of his ‘privileged wife’.

But Ravi never mistook these ways of showing love as ‘love itself’. A personality so strong that he needed no crutches of materialistic luxuries to express his love. His feelings as well were as transparent and clear as the strongest element on earth:water.
If ever I tripped and fell, Ravi would not come to hurrying up to me and make a fuss over the fall. I would be silently given a chance to recover and only if required would he hold my hand.

In moments of distress, his calm expression would be betrayed only by the eyes darting back and again to my face to gauge the extent of pain. The broad palm of his hand caging my small one all the time, his eyes would fly open at the faintest groan of pain at night. The hug would become just an inch closer and he’d put his cheek to my forehead, with the inevitable catch in his chest.
We never had more than a twenty-year old scooter to drag us to places and we had never been more than just human beings to each other.

I still remember the first arranged meeting between us. The very ordinary looking guy right after introducing himself, and that too only by his name, had politely shot the question “What kind of a person do you want in your life?” And I had gone bla-bla-bla ending with a whimperish “One who can accept me as I am.” After listening to my blabber, he had asked “I’ll always try to do that…accept you as you are…will you….marry me?” Whoa! All apprehensions had evaporated and my jaw had most stupidly dropped with the pleasure of the shock and thereafter the “yes” had come like a pounce, lest the bird flew away.

The trip after tying the knot had been the coolest one. I always felt as if he had known me for years. Acceptance eventually calmed the turbulences and the wrinkles of disagreements were ironed out into no time.

He taught me how to negotiate, reach out to the other person’s side and meet midway. He would refrain from doing things for me, preferring to let me struggle through on my own, of course under his non-interfering guidance. His unmoving faith in me always moved my confidence to high levels of self-efficacy.

He would be the most articulate to me while wading through life’s troubled waters. During those trying times a “what happened” would open up a detailed account of what had really gone wrong. Advice and opinion was sought and even silliest of my suggestions were not dismissed.

And that day also, when I was as if sleep walking going through the nightmare of his death did, he lay there with an expression of serene, somehow content that he had left me fully capable of taking care of myself even through the worst that could ever happen to a loved one. The sense of independence and endurance he had helped me inculcate did not let me be shattered by the curse of widowhood. Even the sight of him and a part of me being consigned to the flames, I could endure, accepting “the final truth of life -- Death”.

My strength is ‘HIM’. And we’ll always remain together.

Monday, September 20, 2004

We lost; I'm not upset!

Deservingly we lost yesterday, that too to our archrival Pakistan, still I'm not upset.
We thoroughly deserved to lose.
With all drama, hype and noise, thrown into it but bottom line is that we lost.
And irony is there is no single player who can be made scapegoat for the defeat, it was a collective team-effort :-)
Actually, we started preparations for this day right from the day when team was selected for this twin-tour for three championships. Whole composition of team is screwed up, we if have to ask Dravid to keep wickets then what was need of having specialist keeper, what a waste of a player, and can anyone explain the logic behind the selection of Rohan Gavaskar, this guy cannot bat, cannot bowl, cannot field properly, is in late twentiesss....then how his selection over players like Dinesh Mongia or Ambavvati Rayyadu or say Romesh Powar can be justified. His domestic as well international record is pathetic as compared to these guys i just mentioned.
We all know, Ganguly has not DONE anything substantial with bat and bowl (no, I’ll not talk about his fielding, this guy cannot field), apart from scoring against countries like Kenya/B'desh, he has not performed at all since he has become captain. He should not take his place for granted; he is not someone on whom we can rely on.
He WAS a good player, not now he is good for NOTHING.

Right from top, from Sehwag/Ganguly/Laxman/Yuvraj they all are woefully out of form but still are sure of their place in the playing eleven..WHY??? ...coz' there was not a single replacement on the bench, there was not a single "Batsman" to take place of a batsman. Whole selection was flawed; bench-strength was not in sync with the requirements of the team.

How can they justify Gavaskar as Sachin's replacement, this whole thing is so disgustingly ridiculous.
Its been ages since we played decently against any decent side. We have not lasted full quota of 50 overs lately; this is so shameful. And then they claim to be number two in the world.

These series were nothing but test of character, platform to rise to the occasion and except Dravid/Kaif/Pathan to some extent Harbhajan, all others fail miserably.

Now time has come for two seprate times for test-matches and one-dayers, for-example guys like Laxman and Kumble, they are just too GOOD for test-matches but lack a thing or another for one-dayer requirements, one guy cannot bowl at-all and other cannot bat at-all, and both cannot field, both have poor running between the wickets. We need bits-pieces but committed players, guys who can bat, who can roll their arm whenever required, who are live-wires on the field, have secure hands.

Take look at Aussie squad, apart from Ponting and Hayden, all of them have dual roles, like Clark can bowl and bat, Symonds is the future of Aussies Cricket, the complete one-day player, capable of changing course of the game with bat or ball or thunderbolt throws from the deep. They have amazing bench-strength fully backed by their management, there is always a Haddin to take place of Gilchrist, there is a always a Watson or Harvey waiting to pounce on the failure of Clark or Symonds, even Bevan sits out now a days, then here is Brad Hodge or McGill ever ready to step in Warne's shoes, same goes with their pace battery, now all their 4 top bowlers McGrath/Gilespie/Lee/Karporwiz firing all cylinders leaving the selectors in dilemma over team selection. And players like Brad William and Nathan Bracken still on sidelines, with so much of over-flowing bench strength no one can take his place for granted in the playing XI.

We need Jayasuriyas/Youhanas/Flintoffs/Symondss who believe in finishing the game on their own rather than doing their bit and leaving the result to the rest, odd 50s or 60s from Dravid or Kaif will not take us any further. We need match winners.

Its high time, we badly need two teams for two versions of game, and a good bench strength, there should be a pool of say 30 players who should be ready for national duties at any given time, this will save the management of hassle of finding players in case of injuries, like in the case Sachin, team manager called Dinesh Mongia to be ready but management sitting here in India decided to stick with Gavaskar, also Bhandari was asked to leave for England on short notice. Being mentally fit for national duty is more important than physically fit.

We lost; I'm not upset!
I'm hurt.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Whose blog is this anyway??


Its my space.

Idea behind starting this was write down all which can't be said..or lost somewhere in the maddening day to day life, idea was to have some meaningful dialogue with myself, idea was to hit myself..hit hard.
Still..I don't feel bad about it, its me.

I'm a restless soul, there is sssoooo much going on and on in my mind and it is becoming increasingly difficult to keep a track on everything.

So many things are scattered around and but I'm not going to put them in place....if I do that then I'll lose myself.

I want to write about lots of about lessons learnt during 5 years @ work, lessons not learnt during 5 years @ work. Basically everything about the last five years. How the life of a 23 years old guy changed and changed like anything...gains/pains..., and after 5 years, reality check tells me that I'm 28 now. 28 yes 28., and I don't remember how it felt like being a 24/25/26 year old, time just flew past while I was fixing some code, and traveling in the buses of delhi. I was 23 yesterday and suddenly I realize I'm 28 today, and numbness of the years spent between make me feel OLD or ancient. One moment young moment OLD.

Waise I know, its all in the mind, but still...certain things become difficult if not impossible when age is not on ur side.

kal na main itana bura tha kya hua
tera dil bhii aainaa tha kya hua

zindagii mein mod kitane aa gaye
ye to sidhaa raastaa tha kya hua

ye imaarat aaj kyun viraan hai
is jagah par ek Khuda tha kya hua

Thursday, September 16, 2004

5 Years @ work.

Today not in the best of the moods, so I'm afraid again this post might turn out to a depressing one, hmmmm..don't know exactly what is putting me down, but bit of many things are pulling me down. I want to get over this spell as soon as possible and I'll come out of it. Yes, I'll.

16th September is a special day for me, and will remain so through out my life.

I started my career on this day in 1999. I got my first break after 2 months of passing out from University, I won't say I had difficult time, may be I didn't realize that those were the hard times :-) , but it was a great relief to get a job after some heart-breaking rejections (to be frank, I still carry that hurt n feel the pain) (unlike everything, there's reason behind that).

Date:: 16th-September-1999, time:: 9:30am, Venue :: My first company, my first job, Connaught Place, New Delhi.
{{Though, been through a lot, at all the places I worked but my first job and collegues there will always hold special place my heart, I can say I've made friends for life there and thats enough reason to feel good about everything.
Memories of first job are endless, and as usual..difficult to put into words.

Resigned on:: 27th Feb 2003.

First job is more-or-less like a first-love , it remains with you, u like it or not.

5 years........time for introspection!!!!!

Result:.........will write after introspection.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Week in nutshell

1) Neeraj is back.
2) Wasted first two days.
3) Had lunch out on 3 days.
4) Purchased VCD of Yuva, yet to see the complete movie.
5) ......................
6) Had a major fight with a STUPID HR person at work.
7) Had an argument with the boss.
8) Resumed playing.
9) Delivered first WO.
10) Didn't ate anything on saturday.

Life is all about fragrances I guess, isn’t it??

shhhkssssssssss...I'm smelling like an agarbathi....
It is damn difficult to change ur deo...after using a particular brand for full 7 years, it’s virtually impossible to find out the right fragrance.

Life is all about fragrances I guess, isn’t it??
Smell of flowers, of freshly painted doors, of nail polish (yes nail polish), hair, smell of a baby(less than 3 yrs old), smell of books, smell of currency, of food (allu-paranthas/biryani/kebabs) :-)

Its all about fragrance, yes its all about fragrances or smells shall I say.

One's smell speaks volumes about the person, smell at their
workstation/ smell of their car smell of their cell phones, smell of their bags.
Choice of their aftershave, deo, hair-conditioner etc etc tell the untold story. Yes, its all about smells..stimulating ones....exhilarating ones....replusive ones.
(my boss’s cabin smells like a pan-shop minus background radio playing some “dhin-chak” song.)

At times it casts a magical spell..sometimes shoots right in the HEAD, killing instantly.
At times unconsciously we end up spending more time than necessary with some one and at times we feel like throwing them out of the window coz of their hell-like-smell, we feel like putting all the available tapes in world, on their mouths.

At times, it makes us assume a lot about someone, and at times all assumptions evaporate after knowing their smell.

hmm smells reminds us of people/places/events...bloody whiff of air has all the power to takes us back to some known or unknown times, willingly or unwillingly.

I read somewhere that its scientifically proved that our body odor reflects our thoughts, brain triggers certain reactions and forms the sweat, or like depends on how brain to reacts to situations/and people.

But why the hell I made the mistake of purchasing this agarbatthi-smell-like deo, or my nostrils gave up after trying sooo many deos and
coaxed me to buy this one.

I’m still smelling like an agarbathi!

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Death of a weekend.

Hmm....or "Death of another weekend"..or "Death of an extended weekend" would have made appropriate title :-)
Weekend was the last nail in the coffin of the already boring week I had.
Though all three days at home people surrounded me but I felt fiercely lonely.
Since it was soooo boring I don't want to re-live all that again.

(Best part was visit of my one year and 3 months old twin nephews, they are IDENTICAL twins, not an iota of difference and I simply could not make out who is Abhi and who is Manyu, they cry at same time, they shout at same time and fell sick at same time, sleep at same time.)

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Songs that touched something deep inside me.

Well, initially I started to list down my favorite top-ten sad songs, but thats pretty tough to pick out just ten that too in any just noted down as I recall them in random order.....

1) Tere bina zindagi se koi.....

2) Badi sooni sooni hai.

3) Koi humdam na raha...koi sahara na rahaa...

4) Din dhal jayee hai...raat na jaaye.

5) Kahi door jab din dhal jaye.

6) Koi hota jisko apna

7) Kya se kya ho gaye...bewaafaaa....

8) Manzilien apni jagah hai ..raastey apni jagahh...

9) Mera jeewan ..kora kagaaz kora hi reh gayaa....

10) Dil aisaa kisi ne mera toda....

11) Kabhi khud pe kabhi haalat pe...

12) Dost dost na raha

13) Sagaar kinaree

Wednesday, August 25, 2004


Lafzz kagaaz par baith tey hi nahi....
udd tey phir tey hai titliyon ki tarah!

Things that make.....

Things that make your day
When someone who’s 500 kms away calls in the middle of the day and says "huuhh".

Things that make a difference
Knowing that there’s someone who’s 500 kms cares.

Things that make you smile
When someone who’s 500 kms away calls in the middle of the day and says "huuhh".

Things that make you sad
When someone who’s 500 kms away doesn't calls.

Things that make you sleepy
When someone who’s 500 kms away ...oops....,
People who love to hear their own voice.

Friday, August 20, 2004

Two lines.

Yaad aane waale kyu...bhool jaatey hai
Bhool jaane waale kyu...yaad aatey hai.


Go to

Now type the following text and hit "I'm feeling lucky" button.

Type "Miserable failure"
Type "bastards"
Type "Weapon of mass destruction"

check out the result :-)

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Rohtak...the place that transformed me for life...for better.

About the place :: Rohtak.

Rohtak is a town in Haryana, is approx. 70 kms far from north-west Delhi. Well, it got its name from some King Rohtas who ruled it in ancient times, another theory says it got its name from some "Roherra" trees, whatever, its famous for delicious rewari and gazaak made there and exported throughout world(thats what those shop's boards claim)

This place also holds a mention in I'm getting bored writing about the place.

In plain simple words, its a small not-so nice town located in Haryana, can be said political as well as educational capital of Haryana and in the more simpler words, this is the place from where I did my post-graduation (good 2 and half years of unadulterated fun and enlightenment).

Best part of the town is the University Campus.

About the University Campus:: ( Assuming one boards a state transport bus from Delhi ) Get down at University bye-pass that's a T-point actually, look at the east of arm of the T, ahhhh... here it is.....the Maharshi Dayanand University, you can see a gamut of buildings. Ignore the shared-autowaalahs who will literally force u to board their autos and will promise to take u to all, or even non-existent locations, Now since u can seen the buildings so better start walking in that direction, on walking ard 150 metres, there's a gate on the left hand-side, its called Gate no.2, enter through this gate, though usually it remains closed if u r lucky enough u can get the adjacent smaller gate open use that and if both of them are closed, look out for the broken iron-grill on the boundary on the left of the smaller gate....yess that's place to get inside the university..just use this passage...jump inside.

Wow, take a deep breath and move in the direction of University library out from landing your foot into insects and animal/human waste. B-(

University Library building:: The 3 storied building was without any doubt was the best in the university campus. It was a multi-purpose library, a place where conspiracy were hatched, glances were exchanged, followed by stupid greeting was more of a meeting place where you can actually sit and talk :-)

I'm tempted to write more about the building in the minutest of details but I won't coz' there lies the danger of me getting asleep. So I won't.

Just outside, on the right side was the second best place of the campus, called Satnam ka Dhaba aka SKD, we used to spend more time there than at our department, if someone from Mars observed us, he/she surely would have thought of this as our department and our department as SKD. Owner was a sardarji with a "forever worried" look on his face, we used to eat almost all available eatables there and drink tea, tea and tea. Tea and samosas were our favorites as they were the cheapest.

Since I was from college which was heart of the north-campus, always bustling with activities, with 12 months long festive look, and my new campus was totally opposite, calm, life moving at leisurely pace, no traffic, no hustle bustle...just calm, all departments surrounded with huge empty maidaans of size the of football field, occasionally one can spot some rare birds there. I instantly took liking for the place. I had always longed for such calm places where life moved at my pace.

Our Department:: It was on the first floor, sandwiched between second and ground floors occupied by MBA department, of the IMSAR building. On one part of the floor were two class-rooms (large enough to accommodate 30 students), and one not so badly equipped lab. On the other part were 1 huge lecture theatre(shared one), rooms for the faculty and the administration office. And in between was a long compound from there we used to ogle at the girls of MBA deptt.

People who made the place the extra-special were my classmates, they were the most amazing and incredible people I've ever came across in my life. This site will run out of server space if I even try to write about them.

Sunday, August 15, 2004

All about me.

1) I'm lazy.
2) I get bored very easily and very often.
3) I started to write blog just to kill boredom and its a matter of time I'll get bored of this soon.
4) I hate chain mails.
5) My mom thinks I'm finicky about food but I'm not..But I can eat anything that moves and tastes good.
6) I love my titan black dial watch; I have been wearing this since past 14 years.
7) I can sleep for 40hrs at a stretch.
8) I'm a sports freak and a cricket fanatic.
9) I had my first crush when I was in 9th standard.
10) Even today I like girls with glasses.
11) I'm 5'9”..May be bit more.
12) I hate wearing shoes.
13) Again..I'm lazy.
14) I don't like gadgets and sci-fi.
15) I like to sing but people around me don't like to hear.
16) I love kids.... less than age of
my nephew :-)
17) I'll always love him like this.
18) I have many close friends.
19) Sometimes I feel fiercely lonely in crowded places/parties.
20) I cry.
21) Breakfasts r my favorite meal.but hardly get time for it.
22) I don't like to drive very fast.
23) I'm too secretive about certain aspects of my life.
24) I try not to lie. I keep them to minimum.
25) I adore my dad.
26) I'm a night person. Can stay awake whole night doing nothing without complaining.
27) I can be unbelievably rude. And I hate myself for this.
28) My favorite color is white.
29) I'm funny.
30) I do over-analysis of almost everything.
31) One song or another is always playing in my mind (with music off course).
32) I feel 24hrs in a day are too less, there should be atleast 30hrs in a day.
33) I suffer from stage fright. I shake like a leaf whenever required to speak in front of large audience.
34) I take time to open up.
35) I can make people comfortable.
36) I can make people uncomfortable.
37) Like all Geminis , I feel I'm always misunderstood, and I feel its always better to be less understood than misunderstood.
38) I love my friends but I make them feel the opposite.
39) I can irritate people to death.
40) Once I had strong fascination about death.
41) On Saturdays and Sundays I eat only one meal.
42) My friends say I have sarcastic sense of humor. And I think they are right.
43) I'm always full of ideas, forever waiting for implementation.
44) Sometimes I do not feel like going back to home. Sometimes I do not feel like leaving my home.
45) I can drink gallons of coke in day.
46) I like the garlic bread at pizza hut.
47) I always eat onion uttapam whenever I visit south-indian restaurants.
48) Baazecha-e-atfal hai duniya mere aagey.
49) I enjoy my morning tea with atleast two newspapers.
50) Once I used to drink 20 cups in a day but now not more than two.
51) I call myself "Ex-internet user".
52) I'm bad at telling jokes. I screw up the punch lines out of excitement.
53) I've watched more movies outside Delhi.
54) Last one I saw in Delhi was Kal ho na ho on 29th Nov.2003.
55) I made my second train journey after 20 yrs of first.
56) I always have some pending card or phone bills coz of one reason...laziness.
57) My almirahs, drawers are always in great mess. I do not throw away things easily.
58) I do not like using walkman.
59) I hate getting out while playing cricket (specially clean-bowled and run-out).
60) I like Gulzar's work, literary and film-making both.
61) I love winters and fog.
62) I hate dogs and stuffed toys.
63) I don't talk much but I sing a lot.
64) I'm bad in managing money and time.
65) I rarely shop for myself.
66) I'm forever confused about my shoe size, 7 is bit tight and 8 is bit loose.
67) I don't like noisy and crowded places.
68) I like girls with loooong hair and no make-up looks.
69) I cannot imagine myself being married.
70) I do not have any grandparents alive.
71) I make wonderful tea and mind-blowing maggi.
72) My all time favorite song is "Kisi ki muskaraton pe ho nisar...." from film Anari.
73) I hate people who throw all sort of crap (plastic bottles, poly bags, even toffee wrappers) on the roads and crib when roads get clogged in monsoon.
74) I hate people who waste heaps of food and show concern about starvation deaths in Orissa or MP.
75) Politics and religion are not my subjects.
76) I do not listen to music.
77) I always wear gray color undies.
78) I have more red moles on my body than black.
79) I do not drink or choice.
80) Sunil Gavaskar is my all-time favorite sportsperson.
81) I wish to own a SUV, Honda CRV to be precise.
82) I always eat my dinner alone.
83) I've never been stung by a bee.
84) I hate punjabi music.
85) I was suspended thrice from school within a year.
86) I hate my self for hurting people consciously or unconsciously.
87) I feel like a stranger in office even after spending more than a year here.

88) Bungee jumped.
89) I hate washing clothes but I'm good at washing dishes.
90) Mosquitos love the way I taste.
91) I once had a pet tortoise.
92) I used to become very attached to people. hmm I till do.
93) I tend to postpone under the belief that I perfom better under-pressure.

Friday, August 13, 2004


Ishq mein Gairat-e-jazbaat ne rone na diyaa
varnaa kyaa baat thii kis baat ne rone na diiyaa

aap kahate the ke rone se na badaleinge nasiib
umr bhar aap kii is baat ne rone na diiyaa

ronevaalon se kah do un kaa bhii ronaa rolen
jin ko majabuuri-e-haalaat ne rone na diiyaa

tujh se milakar hamein ronaa thaa bahut ronaa thaa
tangi-e-vaqt-e-mulaaqaat ne rone na diiyaa

ek do roz kaa sadamaa ho to ro le 'Faakir'
ham ko har roz ke sadamaat ne rone na diiyaa

-- by Sudarshan Faakir.

Thursday, August 05, 2004

Thi Chashnee Si Har Uski Baat.......

Title says all :-)
hmmmm..will elaborate some other day...not today :-)

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

College and Kamla Nagar.

Dunno, why I'm writing all this..just recalling my college days......just like intention of being heard.

First day college was as eventful as weather report on DD news.
Nobody took notice of me, I was wandering here n there....without knowing where to go/hide, well nothing happened..just noted down the timetable and came back home. Totally disillusioned.

Next day, went straight to the classroom, there I met my classmates....we were 7 guys and 9 girls, 16 in all. and by the time we passed out, we were reduced to 5 guys n 9 girls. 2 guys dropped out after first year.....second day was also dead boring, nothing much happened, we attended different classes boring teachers came and asked our name number hobbies etc....not much ragging happened in subsequent days barring some weird dance show or odd song recital (all their moves backfired)

Well, since having spent all my life in a boys school, so short-skirts (no not minis, just above knee length types) and even presence of girls was bit awkward for me, I was too shy to even look at the girls, forget about talking to them. After a while, got used to them...(read got used to ignore them)

And my lack of social skill helped me made 3 new friends there...Manoj, Vikas and Sushil, we 4 formed "Da BoyZ" group, though these guys studied in co-ed school but they were much more shy than me. And till the end of graduation we never interacted much with the "Da GirlZ" group.

Our daily routine was, straightway going to hostel, having the breakfast of the lunch we brought from home, attending classes if any, again going back to the hostel, then roaming in the kamla nagar....relishing chacha's chole-bhature and shakes at the nearby shakes shop. so full bindaas masti in 13 Rs. flat. This remained our routine all three years spent in the university. Manoj,Vikas and Sushil they all are really studious types..and I was totally opposite, no infact was as boring types with no thrills n frills.

We guys hanged around the gate of St.Stephen's eating bhel-puri , drinking nimbu lemon and passing our "mature" views about the girls. Fun part was, we all l inked each-other with some girl or another and cooked up hell lot of stories :-)) , waise Manoj was senti about Divya hahahahha, even today after 10 years her name makes his face red , and Vikas was bit too much involved with himself..his image,impression etc etc though he always tried to link himself with almost all girls of our class but we never trusted him ..and rightly so, in first year he was after Jagpreet and in the second year he tried to befriend Vandana and in the final he made valiant attempt to woo Ruchi but he backtracked after meeting her body-builder type boy friend :-)) , Vikas yaar, waise 1 baat boolooon ..tera kuch nahi ho sakta :-)) :-))

I'm not going to write about Sushil, the sensitive guy, he was bit too much involved with a girl and ended up on the wrong side. No I'm not going to write about this.

Apple of my eye was Harneet Kaur Bhatia :-) wat a beauty, she was simply awesome..mindblowing and what not (try to look from the eyes of a 18yr old guy yaar), all three years I admired her....bunked the classes and did miserably in exams..and more admired her :-) , and I was as comfortable talking to her as Yuvraj facing Muralitharan and I hardly talked with her for more than 20 minutes(Cumulatively in 3 yrs) but those moments were just too good. I still remember her six-digit phone number ;-) (digital exchange nahi thi tab)

Today after 8 years, everything has changed drastically in our lives but whenever we meet, our college time stories never fail to make us laugh.

School-Tales n Friends.

  • Ist--> Arvind --- used to sit on same desk, eat n play together..till 6th standard.....then he decided to spend some more time in 6th standard :-)
  • 4th --> Rupesh Saxena --- he joined the school in 4th usual had a fight with him within a week of his joining....then we become best of the pals, after 7th his father got transferred to Ahmedabad and we lost contact, I still have all the new year greeting cards u sent to me and one letter u wrote to me from Ahmedabad, hey I still love you and miss you. and think abt u atleast once on ur B'day..1st Feb.
  • 8th -- > Ashish Mangla, ..oye Daggru Pandit, I'm sorry for that punch and all the resultant blood that came out from ur mouth..... near the water-tank after the recess. I know, we were never the best of the friends......ur sincerity n dedication was mindblowing.
  • 9th -- > Milin.....we were togther right from 1st standard...but became good friends coz` of our terrific chemistry on the football ground....saale tu 90% of the time off-side hota tha :-)
  • 10th -- > In 10th standard when whole class was busy worrying about the boards and stuff, I was more interested in ITALIA 90, and watched each n every match religiously...and Roberto Baggio and Klinnsmann were my heros...I once wrote on my school bag..."Super-HuMan..Klinsmann" :-)
    I remember, we were given a half day off before our first pre-board exam, and instead of going home, me and Vinod (he was late bloomer...but started to play decently) went straight to playground and started practicing "penalties" :-) and our physics teacher "PC sir" caught us playing n blasted us like anything. Vinod, I won that day 4-2 ;-)
  • 11th -- We were in heaven n were treated like Gods..after all we were in 11th-D... the most sought after class....and were regarded as cream of the school..(I'm sure sour one)
    Had a blast during 11th, bunked classes and strolled in nearyby Gole-market and sometimes at Mohan Singh Place (CP) the jeans heaven :-)), made best of the friends. All of us were mad....., Jha, Vinay(Mota), Rawal, Bhatia(Yogi), Amit Kapoor(Charlie), Atirek (yaar tere naam ki spelling badi confusing thi and hai)
    Amit Shrivastav (original evil-brain) , Sameer, Rajesh (Daaku), Girish, Vijay(this guy never smiled in his life).
  • 12th -- Everybody become serious in 12th and, coaching classes / engineering preparations / entrance exams / and off course football remained only topics of discussion. As usual I was always more keen of completing the football match rather than finishing practicals or attending extra classes.
    Its just impossible to re-collect all the memories of school in words, those golden dayssssss...

Without doubt those were the best days of my existence.