Much ado about nothing….

From the greatest writer ever:

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

Men were deceivers ever.

One foot in sea and one on shore,

to one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so but let them go

and be you blithe and bonny,

converting all your sounds of woe

into hey nonny nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

Of dumps so dull and heavy.

The fraud of men was ever so,

Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey, nonny nonny.

-Shakespeare

JAMUNA JI KI JAI

It was Christmas’ eve.

I lost my cell… the reason, it drowned…. accidently of course…

People asked me what happened.. my answer was “doob gaya yamuna ji mein”

Now you can make all wild guesses where did it go…

I was in hostel and the incident happened at 0300 hrs….I was attending a very important call and had stomach upset that time. (Thanks to the lavish dinner we had that night!!).

I was attending the call n the stomach both…. n was overconfident about my skills of handling the phone amidst my ears and shoulders. But as they say, when you get overconfident, that’s when something snaps up and bites you.

The phone just slipped from my shoulders and sooner than I realized, it was gone… I could see it… drowned and disappeared!!!!

This is my niece ..n that was my phone..in the right corner….. the pink one

No offenses to our holy river… I couldn’t think of a better excuse at that time as we were going to visit Mathura and Yamuna ji the next day!

I wish that important call wouldn’t have come at such unmanly hours… or my stomach would have been in normal conditions………..

Utthamum dadhdadaath paadam…Madhyam paadam thuchuk chuk …Ghanisthah thud thudi paadam…Surr surri praan gatakam..

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Chatur’s speech in 3 idiots (on public demand!!)

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Adarniya sabhapati mahodaya …atithi vishesh shikshan mantri shri R D tripati [tripathi] ji ..maanyaniya shikshagan aur mere piyaaare [pyare] sahpatiyo [sahapathiyon]

…aaj agar I.C.E aasmaan ki bulaaandiyo [bulandiyon] ko chhu raahaa [raha] hai ..to uska shreya sirrf [sirf] ekinsaan [ek insaan] ko jaataahai [jata hai] shri veerusahastra buddhe ..give him a big hand ..he is a great guy really ..

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Peechle buttis saal se inhone nirantar is college mein balatkar [balaatkaar] pe balatkar kiye ..umeed hai aagey bee [bhi] karte rahege [rahenge] ..hamine to aashcharya hota hai ki ek insaan apne jeevan kaal mein itni balatkar kaisi kar sakta hai …inhone kadi tapaasya se apne aapko is kaabil bunaya [banaya] hai ..waqt ka sahi upyog ghante ka purna istemaal koi inse seeke [seekhe]..seeke inse seeke ….aaj hum sab chaatra yaha hai ..kal desh videsh mein fail [faael] jayenge ..waadaa hai aapse jis desh mein honge waha balatkar karenge I.C.E ka naam roshan karenge …dika [dikha] denge sabko jo balatkar Karne ki shamtaa yaha ke chaatro mein hai wo sansaar ke kisi chaatro mein nahiii ….No other chaatra No other chaatra

Adarniya mantraji namashkar aapne is sansthaan ko wo chees di jiski hamein sakht zaroorat thi …sstunn ..stunn hota sabi [sab hi] ke paas hai ..sab chupa ke rakte hai ..detaa koi nai …aapne apna stun is balatkari purush ke haat mein diya hai…ab dekiye yeh kaisa iska upyog karta hai…..

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No creator was prompted by a desire to please his brothers..

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I am not a poet, nor a writer.. just want to express my feelings.. my thoughts are my property .. if they are taken away.. appreciated.. applauded.. should I fell happy??

Appreciation, sympathy is not what I desire.. i write to express in my way.. for my own sake.

Just remembering an excerpt from ‘Fountainhead’ by famous Ayn Rand..

Howard Roark: I am an architect. I know what is to come by the principle on which it is built. We are approaching a world in which I cannot permit myself to live. My ideas are my property. They were taken from me by force, by breach of contract. No appeal was left to me. It was believed that my work belonged to others, to do with as they pleased. They had a claim upon me without my consent. That is was my duty to serve them without choice or reward. Now you know why I dynamited Cortlandt. I designed Cortlandt, I made it possible, I destroyed it. I agreed to design it for the purpose of seeing it built as I wished. That was the price I set for my work. I was not paid. I came here to say that I do not recognize anyone’s right to one minute of my life. Nor to any part of my energy, nor to any achievement of mine. No matter who makes the claim. It had to be said. The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing. I came here to be heard. In the name of every man of independence still left in the world. I wanted to state my terms. I do not care to work or live on any others. My terms are a man’s right to exist for his own sake..

Are you?????

PLACEMENT is the word.

Are you placed.. Yes.. congrats!!!.. wat package??… No.. ohhh.. don’t worry.. Something better for you in store!!

XXX companies, XX sign-ups, X shortlists, X GD’s, X interviews, 0 converts!!

What do companies want.. what do I want.. I want a job with a suitable profile, a decent package, preferable location and good career path (switching opportunities basically ).. Is that too much to ask?

Companies aren’t looking for heroes, they want mediocres..  Am I below average or above average..

Companies want a job fit n so do I.. I don’t wanna go in a job that doesn’t suits me

Companies won’t pay you more than what you are worth it.. whu the hell is asking for that….

Nobody knows…

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Nobody Knows its empty
This smile that I wear,
The real I is left in the past
Bcoz U have left me there.

Nobody Knows I am crying
They wont even see my tears,
When they think that I m laughing
I still wishing U were here.

Nobody Knows its painful
They think that I m strong,
They say that this wont kill me
But I wonder if they were wrong.

Nobody knows I m praying
that you will change my mind,
they think that I had let you go
When U left me behind.

Nobody knows I miss U
They think I feel set free,
But I feel like I m bound with chains
Trapped In the mystery.

Nobody Knows I need U
They say I can do it on my own,
But they dont know I m crying
When I m all alone.

Nobody knows I want U back
They think I have moved on,
But they dont know I m still inside
when I always open the door.

Nobody knows how much I love you
They say it was not worth,
But they dont know love cant b valued
when valued it cant b love.

To Cupid…

- Pragya Narang

I didnt go looking for love!!!
Love was the one who came

knocking at my door!!
Begging to be let in.
When I refused to open,
Love seeped into my home
From the gap under the door
And swirled around my feet.

I loved the feeling
Of the cool, healing touch of love
In the most tired part of me
So, I unlocked the door
And opened it wide to welcome love.

But oh! Just as I thought
Love would come flooding in..
The exact opposite happened.
Whatever little had seeped in
Also rushed out from under my feet
Leaving just a damp feeling

I waited; Door open..
But all I could see
Was love receeding back into the horizon.

I ran out calling behind it
Yet, it went further and further
And soon the cool feeling
Was replaced by that of hot burning sand
I felt cheated, abandoned.

Now, I can either go back home
And wait for the high tide to come in again
Or I can burn my feet on the hot sand
And jump into the whirlpool of love
Knowing well it will break me into a thousand pieces
And I will never be able to
Get out of it again!

PS: I decided to go back and this time I shall seal my door…GRRRRR….

This is all the mind has to say…

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Someone asked for a dedication, here it goes…

Mumbai Local.. the word is enuf

1^st Encounter:  7^th july 1900 hrs (dedicated to 3 lovely ladies)

Waiting  for half n hr when I wasn’t able to get an auto for Malad after office, local (Mumbai local train) was the option which came across my mind.. I asked gentle lady standing beside me:

I: Excuse me, Where to take an auto for the station ?

Lady1: Come with us

I was happy to follow.. Soon I realized that those ladies were waiting for bus to go the station ( as they werent taking any auto).. I was befuddled…. are they waiting for one of the same buses those I see in the morning, the saame buses which I described earlier, hmm…., so an adventure trip..

I was ready, as expected when the bus came the ladies started rushing.  Although I was exactly behind them, 5 odd ppl boarded the bus in between us, I actually counted them. Neverthless, I managed to get in the bus n also got a seat which those ladies didn’t, phewww. After 5 mins I get a call n I m busy talking, suddenly I realize the ladies arent there.. jesus.. where must have they gone.. n actually everybody was getting out.. so did I. I looked around.. Lady1 has disappeared, Jesus, WHAT DO I DO!

On my left I saw a mob going in some direction; that must b the station I though, I started walking along. I felt I have entered the Delhi-6 area, saaree shops, pav walas, buk shop, toyshop etc etc. After reaching my platform I realized that one has to buy ticket to travel in a train… I asked around.. back to ground zero.. huh.. came to counter which was at the starting point, a long queue, took the ticked, back to Platform No. 4, a train was passing by. As a dear friend had told me, I looked for the place where ladies stand.. n I got that easily. There was this lady

I : Is this the platform from where Borivali train will go?

Lady2: Yes this is.

I : What time the train will come

Lady2: It jus left!

I : When will the next one come

Lady2: 15 mins, stand back otherwise you will be pushed in the train

I : Ok, thanks

The next train was  Virar fast.. 30-40 odd ladies were waiting for it. It arrived, already flooded, n 7-8 females managed to board that, one droppes her sandal, screams everywhere, train left.. In not more than 10 seconds the ladies standing there started fighting amongst themselves ‘Beech mein khada ho jaate hain’, ‘tumko nahi chadna hume chadne deta’, ‘hume ghar jaana hai’, ‘tum khadi thi sabse aage’, ‘chadne ko nahi hota hai’, ‘mera pati bolega’ etc etc

Lady2 also disappears in the meanwhile!

Next is Virar slow.. which stops at Malad, I was back on platform, slid on front position, on second thoughts I came back two steps, train arrived. Scout was ready, (holding bag from two hands, attentive to shoes that they don’t fall while getting in!), n b4 she realized the mission was over!!

Lady3: Madam aage ho jaao jagah nahi hai

I : aage bhi jagah nahi hai

Lady3: are hai na, udher mein

I wasn’t able to find a place so I just squeezed myself to window. Lady3 also adjusted. I was choked, bt sumhow it was all so amusing, I had never seen so many ladies, only ladies at one place together apart from any kirtan n all. Two stations passed

I : Next is Malad station, rite?

Lady3 : Yes, ( a pause) you have to go malad

I : Ya (smiling)

Lady3 : But you wont be able to get out

I : (a pause) why??????

Lady3: nobody will get down b4 borivali

I was speechless; .seeing my face, Lady3 pushed 3-4 other ladies shouted at one, made some space for me, n I was able to pass through, god bless her! I was at gate, lady standing at the edge asked me to go in front of her.. is she mad, she’s already at the rim I stood beside her only. Station came I had to literally push her n get down, first attempt I was pushed back by 2 ladies who were boarding the train, second attempt I WAS OUT!

In free air, there I was, victorious… I walked with pride, holding the head high… thanking the three lovely ladies!

Weekdays in Mumbai…

Auto rides in mornings

Staying in Malad, it takes 45-85 mins to reach ville parle (my office). These rides are awesome as it is so jam-packed and the speed is never more than 15 km/hr. So you get an hour to see the west Bombay daily.

People rushing to their offices, endless queues on bus stands, buses so overloaded that r so so apt for fevicol ads (I wonder why they take rajasthan when they can get a more natural view here :p) .

I get autos easily in the morning being a above 100 Rs savaari.

HSBC Office

Well well the office is cool.. so many eye-candies. I report usually at 9.30 when almost everybody is there already… I just have to report two people whom I m wrking with.. so no social chit chats there..

nevertheless coming back to office it’s the corporate office, huge building on western express highway… suave guys, charming ladies (just 4 information, I m straight o/w) .

The office culture here is much more open n blunt as compared to that of NCR, so quite amusing. But yes the feel of a corporate office, the pressure, the stress justifies it well. The normal working hours here are 9.30 – 20.30 .. I know.. quite a lot.. bt ppl survive here.

Achievements are celebrated here, birthdays obviously are celebrated here as elsewhere, and to tell u even Monsoons are celebrated here. As quoted by one of the colleagues.. ‘basically reasons doesn’t call 4 celebration here, celebrations calls for reasons..

Had 2 vadapavs on friday n a bhutta.. yummie is the word!