Inteahaa ho gayi intezaar ki ...

She was wearing bright blue colored top and a broad 70's style shade on top of her nicely done hairdo. From this distance it was difficult to make out her eye colour but probably they were dark brown. She looked pretty confident and one who would accept no nonsense, may be it is the delhi air which had made her so. She was not alone on the bus stop but she was the only one whom i noticed. She was trying to convey something through her eyes, I couldn't read them. She was expecting something out of me, I am pretty sure I had not met her before, why would she be accepting any favour from me. Our eyes met only for a split second.

She had the typical Indian attire on, with beautiful broad bangles probably from Delhi Hat. Punjabi suit with matching pair of shoes, both magenta in color. There was a whiff of freshness about her which wanted me to stop but I was not the one driving. She too exchanged her disappointment through her eyes.

What was it that today every bus stop had something to ask for. Ohh, I realised I was the one travelling alone on an autorickshaw on this busy road and the girls were looking in anticipation if the auto was empty.They were wishing if I had not existed it would have been their day but I was occupying the coveted seat of power. I wish I could help them all but alas !!!

punar janm :)

I could not handle it any longer, finally had to relent. After months of postponement I finally decided to take the plunge and sat down to format my laptop. It has been collecting all the garbage i threw at it since 3 years or so, with just one partition of 80 GB you can or may be you can't (depending on your technology exposure) imagine the amount of pressure my lappie had to handle for 3 gruelling years and it did not fail me once except for some murphy's moments which are in any way inevitable.

The journey started by collecting artillery for the kill, thus from Nehru Place I bought one 250 gigs external hard drive to collect the trash and sat down collating data which finally came down to 3 or 4 folders each summing total of 40 GB of data. Three years of my life were bundled in this neatly arranged stack of folders. The memories are not arranged in a hierarchical form like folders in windows or directories in Unix rather they are pretty much random mishmash of events. There are some pictures which will not leave your mind howsoever hard you try and some other faces would just not pop up in your head at times.

There is an option with Dell wherein by a particular key combination you can take your laptop back to the state in which it was bought. I used just that after proper backups and all, and witnessed the laptop take the first angdai of sorts with its first kilkari sound. I was just thinking if it was possible with human lives too, mark a restore point and in future if need be take your life back to this point. The whole life's learning will be washed away and you will be as brand new as it could be. I would want to take my life back to certain points in life just to regain the innocence and the blissful ignorance. Only if it was possible :), by the way my laptop is sparkling new and at least for a few more days I am not going to replace the data backup just to enjoy the ignorance or the absence of past burdens.

Phunny video :D

Kids :)

Wish I could say all this to her ;) ... may be i didn't read much.

No stag entry :)

In our office one of the rest rooms has the entry board as on the right.

Are only couples allowed ?

faith on fate

"maine kaha thaa naa, maine kaha tha na ... " is what kajol is saying on the tele-idiot box and shahrukh in his kkkkiran style trying to convince the punjab gang in their own den to take away the soon to be bride without violence, how impractical but it is only the impractical and unconventional who make a story I think.

I think you have guessed the above movie right and please try to relate this introduction and what I am going to write below at your own risk.

I remember days when I would start my day with no water in the overhead tank due to the guy next door, who shared the tank with us, had left his tap open and left for his hometown. The way out was I'd go upstairs use a pipe to steal water from neighbors tank into our own or carry bucket from top floor to our own. I leave for office late and find that breakfast is finished. Settle down on your desk with bhookha pet and one strong coffee down when I plan to start work Manager informs me
that whatever code changes I had applied yesterday are undone because the person sitting in US has changed the whole code library. I would sit through the whole day to do the whole setup again which means 4-5 hours worth of rework. That done when I reach back home in the evening only to find out that we do not have electricity at home because the check that I deposited bounced. Imagine my plight with special emphasis on the helplessness of bechara me.

There are times when things would just not go well for you for no fault of yours. It has happened to me many a times though mostly the unfavorable happenings could be very insignificant.I have become so pro that i very soon realize when I have fallen into this vicious circle of helplessness (VCH). Typical symptoms of VCH - unfavorable incidents happen back to back, none of them has any longish impact, an overdose of helplessness and only time can cure one VCH.

The defense mechanism that I have developed is to identify when I am in the middle of one VHC and just to hang in there and swallow all the harmless insults thrown at you by fate. If possible share it with someone, lets say your blog readers. I am undergoing another VHC less intense but running a lot longer in duration I guess.I am not able to enjoy the most important day in life - today, each day :D ...

P.S. : One of my friends had asked for a bada saa post so here it is, interesting or not ;)

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind. You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life. Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling. And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

ying and yang

Usually, when two hearts meet they come with their own baggage, their own agenda, their own morality and thoughts. They may merge and become one or may be not. What decides their amalgamation and what tells them to walk apart and never venture into each other's path. She says it is because they are destined to go different paths, he thinks it is because she never wanted to take a risk. she says not that she never wanted to take risk but because she had different plans and she viewed each person differently, he said it was never like this, he should have been given a chance, she thinks that guys say things only because they have to, he thinks if one doesn't take a step then journey would never begin, she says she wanted freedom, he wanted commitment, she thinks he never came and talked when she needed him the most, he says that he wanted to talk and she would cut short all her conversations with a hmm... or haan, one day they would be laughing endlessly over trifle things, the next day they would feel uneasy over slight provocations, he asked her out and she was happy with the worst veg momos they ever tasted, the next day she was irked by the extra butter he had put in her pao bhaji, she says she waited whole day for a compliment and you came with one over the sms only at 12 in the night, he thinks that he was thinking of her only at that point of time ...who are they ?

They are one of us and in the above scenario if you try replacing the "he" with the "she", the story still remains the same, sometimes it is said that opposites attract sometimes the like minded get together .. it is indeed a weird world :) and the worst part is when nat geo or discovery try to explain the human sexual relations with the help of genes and ages of human evolution when females get attracted to the broad chest and perfect height, males to the perfect bosoms and shapely rears. Every scientist would know that whatever theory he comes out with is going to get refuted in one instance or the other and he would excuse himself by saying that exceptions are always there. I think exception is what life is, to each his own, kind of :)

can't stop my feet

Welcome to the new entrant in list of chippad songs :D

White white face dheke dilwa beating fast sasura
Jaan se maare reeee eehhheeee

Aarre
White white face dheke dilwa beating fast sasura
Jaan se maare re
Ohhhooo
White white face dheke

Aahh…
White white face dheke dilwa beating fast sasura
Jaan se maare re
Oh very… oh very…
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re
Very happy in my heart, dil dance maare re
Dil dance maare dance maare
Dil yeh dance maare
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re

Oiye can't stop my feet
can't stop my feet, julmwa kare hai zalim beat

Hai can't stop my feet
Julamwa kare hai zalim beat
Kadakti heat mein ban ja dheet
Nainan se nain mila re
Baath dil kin a chupa re
Oh aaja mujhko tu baata re
Oh very happy… happy… happy
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re
Very happy in my heart, dil dance maare re
Dil dance maare dance maare
Dil yeh dance maare
Oye happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re

Hoo rose ki jaisan pink pink, humre gaal gulabi
Sky ke jaisan blue blue hi tohara nain sharabi
Bhola chehra jaise moon,
Kali zulfe jaise cloud
Ab na aur chupya jaye, dhadkan ho gayi very loud
(Dhadkan ho gayi very loud) — 2

Hoiiii… tohare dil ka theatre ma aaa….
Tohare dil ka theatre ma
Dil deewana booking advance maare re
Aaaa..
Humre dil ka theatre ma
Dil deewana booking advance maare re
Oh very … oh very…oh very
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re
Very happy in my heart, dil dance maare re
Dil dance maare dance maare
Dil yeh dance maare
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re

White white face dheke dilwa beating fast sasura
Jaan se maare re
Aahh…
White white face dheke dil wa beating fast sasura
Jaan se maare re
Oh very… oh very…
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re
Very happy in my heart, dil dance maare re
Dil dance maare dance maare
Dil yeh dance maare
Oh very happy in my heart
Dil dance maare re….

Opinion Poll

• VT or CP
• wada pao or chole bhature
• time bound BEST or erratic DTC
• infinitely populated Local or air conditioned Metro
• in an auto stuck in bail baajar or in shahadra
• JJ flyover or Nizamuddin Bridge
• Bade Mian ki paneer bhurji or Chandni Chowk ke paranthe
• incessant rains in july or chilly winters in december
• bina soche auto main meter down yaa punjabi praaji se mol bhaav
• Gateway per pani poorie or India Gate per gol gappe
• chilled beer at Bandra or Friends colony
• Hiranandani or Greater Kailash
  
• hutatma chowk or iffco chowk
• linking road or ansal plaza
• borivali to churchgate or DU to indraprashth
• dadar or rajiv chowk
• weekend at friend's place in Sector 62, NOIDA or Vijaynagri, Thane
• Outing at Lonavala, Harihareshwar, Matheran or Shimla, Nainital

PS : Do take your pick as a comment to this post and you sure can add some comparisons of your own but you must know both saadi dilli and aamchi mumbai to be able to do that :)

The journey

It is said that the journey is more important than the destination :)

How have you been ?

How have you been ?

This is an excellent phrase or rather a question with which someone not only asks you about your well being, but rather complains about not being in touch. Its not a "how are you".

It has been said that 150 is the average number of people each of us knows and has in our address books. I know the first thing that you would do now is check your mobile address books and the orkut friends list and start bickering about my inaccuracy. I know the statistics is a little dated, but all of you would more or less at this figure. Is it not possible or just not feasible to stay in touch with all the folks you have known in life ?

I remember books in my study room back home, once I go back (which is once in 6 months or so) I make sure that I flip across some of their pages. There is one called 'Ek tha sheher' about partition of India in which the city of Layalpur comes under Pakistan and the whole lot of Hindu families have to move to India. The plot still comes alive in my mind whenever I think of it. The wicked village baniya, the lecherous lady whose husband had left her and the ideal hero of the plot who was probably also the narrator. There is another book with some Russian stories, one story is about an aged mare which would turn the fortune around for the whole family, it gives birth to a healthy foal and once things were looking bright and sunny, tragedy befalls the family and the foal is killed and carried away by a pack of wolves.These books remind me of old times and friends.

I want to say hi to a lots of lost friends but not able to do it for several reasons. This blog and my 2.5 readers (I know its an optimistic figure, the 0.5 is for those who will click on the link and won't last till here) are some such friends. Would sure stay in touch and would be writing more soon.
P.S. Read the articles on Atheism I stumbled upon (interesting way to find good web content).