“ Sajde ki yeh hai laakhon, laakhon duyaein maangi, paaya hain maine phir tujhe…..chahat ki teri maine, haq mein hawayein maangi, payan hai maine phir tujhe, tujhse hi dil yeh behla, tu jaise kalma pehla,chahoon kyun na tujhko, jis pal na chaha tujhko, uss pal sajayein maangi paaya hain maine tujhe ….
As I listen to this song, I feel like singing this song to some heroes in my life --- None of these people are not geographically close to me but they are very very close to my heart. Their names are not important but what they stand for in life are extremely important for me. They are crazy in their own way, what is common between them they come across with simple philosophies in what they believe and their heart is full of love…some of them can express, some stay silent. These are extra-ordinary in their own way….they inspire me.
What will you say to the girl, who got destroyed in love…..yet she believes in her love unconditionally come what may. World advises her one thing…and she believes completely different thing….no power, no evil can stop her from believing what she believes—power of true love can overcome any thing…she cries, she laughs she is ready to face any situation, the glow in her face and optimism in her eyes inspires her and me, and gives me hope to re-instate belief in myself. She doesn’t want anyone to tell her she is beautiful, she knows she is. If ever any one falls in love with me, be it like her…….gutsy and mad in love.
And then there is this lady, I am yet to see a more graceful person than her. She speaks little but her eyes speaks volumes— She was never demanding, all she wanted to make the life of the person, she loves—happy, very happy. Some times love makes you handicapped, that’s what happened to her: her love is nothing short of devotion. People worships God, she worshipped her love. She was always misunderstood, some stood tall on her, some hid behind her…but all she wanted someone to stand beside her, holding her hand. And she confronted every storm—with silence. How many tears has her eyes oozed in silence, even God will not will be able to answer. And they were priceless……and she continues loving, as she protects carefully her soul and self respect, with a belief that one day every one in her life will understand and stand with her. Amen. If I had to die for someone, be it her………
I don’t believe the relationships that are the strongest are blood relatives—but with this one I have to contradict myself. He is part of my family—probably bcoz God wanted me to feel special. He has an unsual aura, has that special power to spread happiness…..he around you don’t know how time flies by. His heart is that of young kid, wanting for attention, and craving for love 24/7. He wants you to love everything that he loves---what he loves, he loves like crazy. I am yet to see a guy who loved a girl so much and yet lost in love. For him, love was his world….and his journey from this lover boy to a responsible individual, working hard in an unknown country, devoid of his own people, just for his family is truly amazing. ….I cant see him smile today, but just wish his smile never goes, which ever part of the world he is…..I know for the fact that love was his weakness some day which he has made his strength today….Be happy always!! If I ever feel paternal, its bcoz of him—he may have born to some other parents, but I know he is my kid…God has told me.
People say that God cannot be everywhere that’s why there are friends….how true. This person, I met when probably I was the most lonely soul on earth, away from parents and friends. He taught me to live life simple and uncomplicated—fun, frolic and each moment to the fullest. He made me experience the incredible madness…I don’t remember single moment when we were ever sad and depressed, in his company. Yet I know—he was devoid of love, he lost his dad when young and stayed away in boarding from family…..but he never swayed…He understands relationship yet pretends he does not…whenever he does not want to answer instead he smiles loud….we call him jungle boy, he makes strange noises and faces, to make us happy. And he tells me he wants to serve people in different countries—he is ready to give his high-salaried job to become a volunteer for unknown people. It makes me wonder, what elements are these people made of—just one wish to God, he is a very precious friend of mine..let me lose him never.
I dont know her well… yet every time she enlightens the social networking site with her status update, it gives me goosebumps. She talks simple things about relationships— yet they makes so much sense to me. It seems she loved someone deeply, her inner self writhed with the pain, yet talks about commitment and love…the colours of her statements paints the site with heart-red. She is out there to live her unconventional dreams, beyond the regular life…her energy and her love for music is infectious……..her eyes reflects hope and life , and she represents tomorrow!!!! She gives me hope to live another day, fall in love….
And of course I want to sing this song for Bombay and its people. Goodness of this city has embraced me once more. When I was ill, the bai at my house took care of me , got me medicines…when I was alone on the road, drenched in rain, a stranger dropped me home…….they all are my heroes. And I am sure there are many outside in the world, as to become a hero you don’t need might but heart full of love to conquer the world. Amen.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I dont belong to this world
Have always read about it—that life is an exciting multi-facet,multi-dimensional, journey with moments of joy and sadness and most importantly change from one phase to another. Important changes, important incident forms milestone and gets a permanent blue print in our memories.
I am experiencing the same in that moment of life when I am going through transition, from knowing myself to unlearning myself—in the process trying to unlearn a lot of underlying DNA in relationships. Perhaps the most difficult phase in both my professional and personal life, where I am fighting with myself, my demons, the values to stand for and growing attraction to know the unknown and to detest the society , the people around.
Thanks to technology, the world becoming a global village is a fast, growing reality and each individual is becoming a celebrity in its own rights. Thanks to Face book and Twitter!!!! 24/7 Connected...Round the clock, the urge to let people know whats going on in your mind, in your life, in your favorite celebrities life, letting the world know—you have a mind of your own and your opinion needs to be heard. Nothing can be more optimistic in a democracy....whether Nilekani's ambitious project of giving every Indian an unique identity number will be true or not, I dont know—but the social networking sites has definitely all there to bring out the uniqueness of an individual.Have we ever wondered from orkut, to FB to Twitter..what next? Do I hear a ....Buzz!!!
Me an absolutely technological geek—thanks to tecch savvy cousin, who pushed me to buy a Sam sung Corby— now even I am well connected to this social networking sites and addicted to it. Now one who has in his whole life never been addicted to cigarettes,drugs or for that matter, Love, Sex or Dhoka, addiction to anything is disturbing at all levels.....!
I have been a poor in my own rights. I dont understand a lot of things this intelligent world talks about and even worse dont relate to it. I dont understand when we go to watch a movie, why do we technically dissect each frame and not focus on the emotion or thought the story want to tell—why we are so bothered and debate whether the dead body should have been shown in a glass frame or lying under bare sky and ignore the mother's tears mourning the loss of dead son. Or for the matter of fact, people claims they love someone die-hard and will marry the very person and that very moment enquires about someone's else number.....to explore a potential casual relationship. Actually fact is that I am amateur in this world of modern relationships..dont take me seriously!!!
I truly feel writing blogs, is a great way of penning down your nascent thoughts—free from any bindings and thats why mostly honest. By virtue of being an avid reader, I am also keen to read other thoughts in their blogs. But I wished people were a little more bold---they write the true piece from their lives, yet define the characters as fictional and resemblance to life as coincidences and purely incidental. With the risk of sounding rude, I wish I am never part of such blogs, no matter how good is written abt me, in the garb of that fictional name. For god sake, I still live, I still breathe...dont make me history, let alone fiction. I dont understand such love,such affections...it is a pure form of “ Emotional Atyachar” for me.
But I do understand and relate to the moist eyes of my friend @Khan, when the credit rolls over for the movie My name is Khan. Thats real...Very real. I do understand my dearest friend and her dilemmma ,of being torn between being a daughter to parents and her own happiness. I love people like @Sonu who can dare to hold your hand in front of the world and let the world know that you are speical rather than uttering in your moblie's inbox a dozen times in midnight, what you mean to that person but scared to do the same in front of the world. Emotional Atyachar for me again!!! Have always been tried to be vocal about my favourites because I have been an idiot my whole life and never learnt greatest tool of modern world: Diplomacy. Ok, I refuse to learn even now... ..and announce the whole world that I love you Mom, Dad, Bhai....because you seem to be the real beings in this world for me. Rest appears virtual.
Great to see a lot of social awareness happening and people taking those small initiatives to make that positive change in people's lives. Be it Idea's Green Campaign for a paperless environment friendly world or NDTV's Greenathon campaign to light up the villages with solar energy. And whats amazing to see number of people joining hand to take forward the initiative. Teach India Campaign was another amazing campaign...wish to see much more action for survival and education for a girl child. More power to these people!!!! And Education is important because it helps us to differentiate good from bad. And one more lesson that I have learnt this year—that people in this world are divided into two sects: Good and Bad—one who does good karma and one who does bad karma. And there is no other classification. Loved to trust that but truth is that we all lie probably in the over-lapping grey area.
I feel like a lost child in this world, so much to see, so much to learn, so much to give—having said all this I truly feel I am misfit in world of smart, intelligent,suave and sexy people like my cousin Tj, my friend Praveen, Sonia...although I know they mean the world to me and they are kind enough to tell me that simple mortals like me without six packs and good looks are also imprortant for this planet. I guess ecological balance is critical. Just joking, they plain simple love me and addicted to my weaknesses. Ha Ha!!! And then there is Antara,Ajit, Venus, Vikram,Sri,Wazz —I am no one to them, yet they are worried about my well being and extends unconditional care. Then there is Ujjwal—who makes me laugh and smile with whackiest jokes...and makes the moment living worthwhile. And of course my whole facebook and twitter family, who has overwhelmed me with their love and support. Thanks guys from bottom of my heart. All these people gives me the hope that all is not over for me and I can survive the world -----yet there is a outer world calling the inner me to go to them, visit new places, new people, do some thing new....noise growing louder to shun my present world. Dilemma persists within me. I wished I could adopt a kid and be a single father...how cool would be that? I wished I could go back to my school and attend class 3 English classes with @ Indranil @Kaustav.
Last but not the least, there are a few , whom I cannot name, who also form core-DNA of my life , as they prefer being fiction over real, and duly respect their privacy and sentiments. I cannot interpret their feelings as I suffer from dyslexia in some relationships but my love for them do not have disclaimers....which made me draw my last conclusion for the day, its more important to be with person who loves you rather than whom you love. But then chemistry like @Srkajol just happens...right @Payal?
And my thoughts above are all for real and any resemblance to life is purely intentional:-)
I am experiencing the same in that moment of life when I am going through transition, from knowing myself to unlearning myself—in the process trying to unlearn a lot of underlying DNA in relationships. Perhaps the most difficult phase in both my professional and personal life, where I am fighting with myself, my demons, the values to stand for and growing attraction to know the unknown and to detest the society , the people around.
Thanks to technology, the world becoming a global village is a fast, growing reality and each individual is becoming a celebrity in its own rights. Thanks to Face book and Twitter!!!! 24/7 Connected...Round the clock, the urge to let people know whats going on in your mind, in your life, in your favorite celebrities life, letting the world know—you have a mind of your own and your opinion needs to be heard. Nothing can be more optimistic in a democracy....whether Nilekani's ambitious project of giving every Indian an unique identity number will be true or not, I dont know—but the social networking sites has definitely all there to bring out the uniqueness of an individual.Have we ever wondered from orkut, to FB to Twitter..what next? Do I hear a ....Buzz!!!
Me an absolutely technological geek—thanks to tecch savvy cousin, who pushed me to buy a Sam sung Corby— now even I am well connected to this social networking sites and addicted to it. Now one who has in his whole life never been addicted to cigarettes,drugs or for that matter, Love, Sex or Dhoka, addiction to anything is disturbing at all levels.....!
I have been a poor in my own rights. I dont understand a lot of things this intelligent world talks about and even worse dont relate to it. I dont understand when we go to watch a movie, why do we technically dissect each frame and not focus on the emotion or thought the story want to tell—why we are so bothered and debate whether the dead body should have been shown in a glass frame or lying under bare sky and ignore the mother's tears mourning the loss of dead son. Or for the matter of fact, people claims they love someone die-hard and will marry the very person and that very moment enquires about someone's else number.....to explore a potential casual relationship. Actually fact is that I am amateur in this world of modern relationships..dont take me seriously!!!
I truly feel writing blogs, is a great way of penning down your nascent thoughts—free from any bindings and thats why mostly honest. By virtue of being an avid reader, I am also keen to read other thoughts in their blogs. But I wished people were a little more bold---they write the true piece from their lives, yet define the characters as fictional and resemblance to life as coincidences and purely incidental. With the risk of sounding rude, I wish I am never part of such blogs, no matter how good is written abt me, in the garb of that fictional name. For god sake, I still live, I still breathe...dont make me history, let alone fiction. I dont understand such love,such affections...it is a pure form of “ Emotional Atyachar” for me.
But I do understand and relate to the moist eyes of my friend @Khan, when the credit rolls over for the movie My name is Khan. Thats real...Very real. I do understand my dearest friend and her dilemmma ,of being torn between being a daughter to parents and her own happiness. I love people like @Sonu who can dare to hold your hand in front of the world and let the world know that you are speical rather than uttering in your moblie's inbox a dozen times in midnight, what you mean to that person but scared to do the same in front of the world. Emotional Atyachar for me again!!! Have always been tried to be vocal about my favourites because I have been an idiot my whole life and never learnt greatest tool of modern world: Diplomacy. Ok, I refuse to learn even now... ..and announce the whole world that I love you Mom, Dad, Bhai....because you seem to be the real beings in this world for me. Rest appears virtual.
Great to see a lot of social awareness happening and people taking those small initiatives to make that positive change in people's lives. Be it Idea's Green Campaign for a paperless environment friendly world or NDTV's Greenathon campaign to light up the villages with solar energy. And whats amazing to see number of people joining hand to take forward the initiative. Teach India Campaign was another amazing campaign...wish to see much more action for survival and education for a girl child. More power to these people!!!! And Education is important because it helps us to differentiate good from bad. And one more lesson that I have learnt this year—that people in this world are divided into two sects: Good and Bad—one who does good karma and one who does bad karma. And there is no other classification. Loved to trust that but truth is that we all lie probably in the over-lapping grey area.
I feel like a lost child in this world, so much to see, so much to learn, so much to give—having said all this I truly feel I am misfit in world of smart, intelligent,suave and sexy people like my cousin Tj, my friend Praveen, Sonia...although I know they mean the world to me and they are kind enough to tell me that simple mortals like me without six packs and good looks are also imprortant for this planet. I guess ecological balance is critical. Just joking, they plain simple love me and addicted to my weaknesses. Ha Ha!!! And then there is Antara,Ajit, Venus, Vikram,Sri,Wazz —I am no one to them, yet they are worried about my well being and extends unconditional care. Then there is Ujjwal—who makes me laugh and smile with whackiest jokes...and makes the moment living worthwhile. And of course my whole facebook and twitter family, who has overwhelmed me with their love and support. Thanks guys from bottom of my heart. All these people gives me the hope that all is not over for me and I can survive the world -----yet there is a outer world calling the inner me to go to them, visit new places, new people, do some thing new....noise growing louder to shun my present world. Dilemma persists within me. I wished I could adopt a kid and be a single father...how cool would be that? I wished I could go back to my school and attend class 3 English classes with @ Indranil @Kaustav.
Last but not the least, there are a few , whom I cannot name, who also form core-DNA of my life , as they prefer being fiction over real, and duly respect their privacy and sentiments. I cannot interpret their feelings as I suffer from dyslexia in some relationships but my love for them do not have disclaimers....which made me draw my last conclusion for the day, its more important to be with person who loves you rather than whom you love. But then chemistry like @Srkajol just happens...right @Payal?
And my thoughts above are all for real and any resemblance to life is purely intentional:-)
Friday, March 5, 2010
Send me luv.....
Someday I will walk the aisle,
I have been dreaming this for quite a while,
Yet something stops me from thinking beyond..
As if something more awaits for me in this world.
Friends, Foes I have seen it all,
Sporadic love, instinct hatred had a great fall,
Few stayed by, Few I opted out,
Always wanted to be just me in this human clout.
Some people took my breath away,
to their tune made me sway,
I was happy without a reason,
they made me feel free from this prison.
I still remember the smiles,
Vivacious, loaded with energy
Made me Flyyyyyyyyyyy.....
My heart beats reached a new high.
In the blank piece of mind,
Would have thought thousand times I loved her,
Yet not once could sketch her in the canvas of my heart,
Her imagery got lost somewhere in this waging heart and mind war.
Have to cross the Noah's arc, and set a new mark........
Embark upon a new journey, full of uncertainty
Mind and Heart are in tandem arising a internal mutiny,
My silence trying to buy peace, telling them it is a mutual destiny.
Now that I am settled, raring to go,
Look back, surprised to see all friends and no foe,
So little time and so many buddy,
Emotional, nostalgic reminding myself to be steady,
I need to carry the candle of love and the smile,
Irrespective of religion,caste,creed...whomever I touch upon,
try to kindle the magic of humanity in their lives for that while,
If they ask me,from where I have possessed the wealth of love,
I will tell them, its all the treasures of beautiful people, I know.
I have been dreaming this for quite a while,
Yet something stops me from thinking beyond..
As if something more awaits for me in this world.
Friends, Foes I have seen it all,
Sporadic love, instinct hatred had a great fall,
Few stayed by, Few I opted out,
Always wanted to be just me in this human clout.
Some people took my breath away,
to their tune made me sway,
I was happy without a reason,
they made me feel free from this prison.
I still remember the smiles,
Vivacious, loaded with energy
Made me Flyyyyyyyyyyy.....
My heart beats reached a new high.
In the blank piece of mind,
Would have thought thousand times I loved her,
Yet not once could sketch her in the canvas of my heart,
Her imagery got lost somewhere in this waging heart and mind war.
Have to cross the Noah's arc, and set a new mark........
Embark upon a new journey, full of uncertainty
Mind and Heart are in tandem arising a internal mutiny,
My silence trying to buy peace, telling them it is a mutual destiny.
Now that I am settled, raring to go,
Look back, surprised to see all friends and no foe,
So little time and so many buddy,
Emotional, nostalgic reminding myself to be steady,
I need to carry the candle of love and the smile,
Irrespective of religion,caste,creed...whomever I touch upon,
try to kindle the magic of humanity in their lives for that while,
If they ask me,from where I have possessed the wealth of love,
I will tell them, its all the treasures of beautiful people, I know.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Reincarnation in Goa
Actually after a long time, was really looking forward to something: I was really bored of anything and everything around me. And this trip felt like a great escape. But then this trip isnt about me, its about us. Its about eight people— Ankit,Avanish, Nitin, Ravinder, Rohit, Praveen, Vipul and me(names are strictly in alphabetical order to avoid any controversy) who are very different people, with different ideologies( Sounds like a big boss house), but had a common motive: to have fun—pure , uncomplicated and rare these days in our lives.
Last time I felt good , was after watching Wake up Sid : which portrayed a slice of life. And its now when we landed in Goa, there are was a amazing feel good factor that generated within: Cool winds, that blew was due to the trees all around or from the distant seas didn't matter. Ankit, me, Nitin and Avanish arrived together.
And let me first introduce my gang:
@ Ankit: He is certified doctor for all hygienic and non-hygienic purposes in our group. His patience is something to watch out for and we all were dependent on him for our finance and fooding.
@ Avanish: He is the guy with a heart made in heaven just for friends and a chimney installed in his heart on earth just to smoke. Besides this two activity, he sleeps (all alone:-)
@ Nitin: He is a little dynamite, more than not silent but his jokes have potential to create near destruction which can make you laugh to death.
@ Praveen: He is a challenge of sort, a mini storm, someone who is very hard to content and thats what makes him quite a sport and some one you just cant let go off your life.
@ Rohit: He is the male version of Plain Jane or Miss Goody Two shoes: Simple, Sweet and Silent, adding to the cool factor within the group.
@ Ravinder: He is perfect example of Jat Ban Gaya Gentle men. He used to be such a bully and seeing him now with so much composure and grace will make u pleasantly surprised.
@ Vipul: He is truly the leader of this gang with loads of maturity , and with his cocky madness, his striking balance hits perfectly the right chord.
And about me, I am this insane child of the group, whom all fonders with great care.
So our trip began and our agenda was clear: eat, drink, beaches, and of course babes( hidden agenda). Ironically it remained hidden only:-)
The trip began with all of us drinking the first night bottom up and going to the sea:
Moment of Madness: When we went reach the sea at Calangute beach at midnight, pegs down and spirits high. Higher than the waves that we encountered. And what followed can be best described as Mad man's act and victim was the usual Avanish, who was turned into a basket ball, in the sea court and game was played in the most adventurous way it could have. Our camera was the single witness to that but unfortunately as the censor board as prevent us from public circulation of that night display of insanity.
Next day we were were happily meandering in the deep waters of the Arabian sea, swimming,diving and taking on the splashing waves with full vigor. Our breakfast was strictly South Indian keeping in mind that we did not have a representation from the state in our group.
Anyone smiling..will be sent to Raj Thackarey.
Food of the trip: The big king-size fish tandoori with a bottle of Fennie.
Disaster of the trip: Having Punjabi Thali in Goa and Rohit driving the jeep. Cant choose between the two.
All the four days we drove in a open-air jeep, and riding on it was nothing short of adventure. Of course ask the chauffeurs who drove it....Avanish and Ravinder are clear nominations and again voting is open here. File your vote. My vote goes for Avanish because of his passion for driving: although Ravinder being better at hand.
Night at the Titos was colorful and eventful. We danced and danced till the wee hours. While Ravinder was unstoppable, you had to see to believe seeing Praveen dance, and so were others. Sandwich and Brownie at 4 in the morning.....Sizzling!!! A little more than Riya Sen in her white dress that nite at Titos. Nite life in Goa is truly rocking..its cool clubbing all over. One moment you think, is it India?
Dance of the trip: Mr. Praveen Sahay, who danced at Tito challenging all standard choreographies and to bring home the point: Pappu can dance Saala.
Adventure Sports were cool and loads of fun. Flying high in the Parachute over blue sea, meeting eye with the sun. Period. So was the water drive and banana.
Action of the trip: Mr. Ravinder Dagar's timely dive in the banana ride and Au's efforts to reach out to deep sea and panicking each time he didn't find his feet on ground after a bugling wave.
Last night of the trip would be always memorable. The moon was at its silvery best, and the sea was looking ravishingly beautiful and at its wild, sexy best. There were loud, wackiest jokes cracked, resulting into resounding laughter. As the night grew, it was the time for heart to heart communication. That night someone spoke and someone listened. While few were sitting, few strolled, in that silence of night, I learnt a few things.
Anecdote: Any good script should have the emotional touch.
The night was astounding, waves resounding…..
...(Wordsworth would have been proud)
Few potential winners::
Drunker Award of the trip: The award was keenly contested between Praveen and Ravinder for their undivided loyalty for Fennie( It is a Goan drink made out of cashew or coconut) and the Goa govt is planning to appoint them as brand ambassadors for the drink. However the winner is undecided in this segment...Pl vote for the your favourite contestant
Bravery award of the trip: The award has been unanimously decided in favour of me for the sheer overconfidence I exhibited to drink down Fennie half bottle neat, in Anjuma Beach and almost making my challenger Avanish wondering why did he challenge? I didn't win.
Of course the anti-climax that followed didn't matter because by then I realized why my friends are class apart from others...they didn't let me complete the challenge, because they though. challenge was not bigger than my health...I was high that night...not because of the alcohol but because of my friends. That was my night of Dangerous Liasons..
But the Kodak moment of the trip will be the snaps we took in that old fort (famous for Dil Chahta hai). We did have ours too.....Lovey Dovey. Check the same out at the site.
Humour was the basic element of the trip: It came in all form whether physical ( ask Avanish) or mental( Ask Ankit). Some jokes were funny to the core, some were loud, some were irritating, but the jokes that won all our hearts were brilliant because of their sheer timings.
Jokes of the trip:Clear Winners here are the one that was cracked by Nitin Mittal that last nite on the beach ( Censored) and the other one on Chanda Mama cracked by Ravinder.
Every movie is incomplete without a good cameo, which was played by Rohit to the tee. He added that perfect sweetness to give trip that fresh feeling.
And someone who ensured the trip went off smooth was Vipul.
My final vote of thanks, pl give a pat at your back:
Praveen, who gave the idea of trip( An idea changes our boring life Sir jee)
Ankit, who managed our finances
Avanish and Ravinder for co-ordinating
And of course me, Rohit and Nitin for participating….
And this trip of ours is dedicated to all those friends who are planning for a trip like this for long..its time to make a call, fix a date and venue and pack your bags…..trust me we started off where we left…whenever we met last.
To all my friends..wherever you are Kolkata, Delhi,Hyderabad, Mumbai, Assam, Gujrat, Bengal… o wherever in India I love you and miss you all.
Last time I felt good , was after watching Wake up Sid : which portrayed a slice of life. And its now when we landed in Goa, there are was a amazing feel good factor that generated within: Cool winds, that blew was due to the trees all around or from the distant seas didn't matter. Ankit, me, Nitin and Avanish arrived together.
And let me first introduce my gang:
@ Ankit: He is certified doctor for all hygienic and non-hygienic purposes in our group. His patience is something to watch out for and we all were dependent on him for our finance and fooding.
@ Avanish: He is the guy with a heart made in heaven just for friends and a chimney installed in his heart on earth just to smoke. Besides this two activity, he sleeps (all alone:-)
@ Nitin: He is a little dynamite, more than not silent but his jokes have potential to create near destruction which can make you laugh to death.
@ Praveen: He is a challenge of sort, a mini storm, someone who is very hard to content and thats what makes him quite a sport and some one you just cant let go off your life.
@ Rohit: He is the male version of Plain Jane or Miss Goody Two shoes: Simple, Sweet and Silent, adding to the cool factor within the group.
@ Ravinder: He is perfect example of Jat Ban Gaya Gentle men. He used to be such a bully and seeing him now with so much composure and grace will make u pleasantly surprised.
@ Vipul: He is truly the leader of this gang with loads of maturity , and with his cocky madness, his striking balance hits perfectly the right chord.
And about me, I am this insane child of the group, whom all fonders with great care.
So our trip began and our agenda was clear: eat, drink, beaches, and of course babes( hidden agenda). Ironically it remained hidden only:-)
The trip began with all of us drinking the first night bottom up and going to the sea:
Moment of Madness: When we went reach the sea at Calangute beach at midnight, pegs down and spirits high. Higher than the waves that we encountered. And what followed can be best described as Mad man's act and victim was the usual Avanish, who was turned into a basket ball, in the sea court and game was played in the most adventurous way it could have. Our camera was the single witness to that but unfortunately as the censor board as prevent us from public circulation of that night display of insanity.
Next day we were were happily meandering in the deep waters of the Arabian sea, swimming,diving and taking on the splashing waves with full vigor. Our breakfast was strictly South Indian keeping in mind that we did not have a representation from the state in our group.
Anyone smiling..will be sent to Raj Thackarey.
Food of the trip: The big king-size fish tandoori with a bottle of Fennie.
Disaster of the trip: Having Punjabi Thali in Goa and Rohit driving the jeep. Cant choose between the two.
All the four days we drove in a open-air jeep, and riding on it was nothing short of adventure. Of course ask the chauffeurs who drove it....Avanish and Ravinder are clear nominations and again voting is open here. File your vote. My vote goes for Avanish because of his passion for driving: although Ravinder being better at hand.
Night at the Titos was colorful and eventful. We danced and danced till the wee hours. While Ravinder was unstoppable, you had to see to believe seeing Praveen dance, and so were others. Sandwich and Brownie at 4 in the morning.....Sizzling!!! A little more than Riya Sen in her white dress that nite at Titos. Nite life in Goa is truly rocking..its cool clubbing all over. One moment you think, is it India?
Dance of the trip: Mr. Praveen Sahay, who danced at Tito challenging all standard choreographies and to bring home the point: Pappu can dance Saala.
Adventure Sports were cool and loads of fun. Flying high in the Parachute over blue sea, meeting eye with the sun. Period. So was the water drive and banana.
Action of the trip: Mr. Ravinder Dagar's timely dive in the banana ride and Au's efforts to reach out to deep sea and panicking each time he didn't find his feet on ground after a bugling wave.
Last night of the trip would be always memorable. The moon was at its silvery best, and the sea was looking ravishingly beautiful and at its wild, sexy best. There were loud, wackiest jokes cracked, resulting into resounding laughter. As the night grew, it was the time for heart to heart communication. That night someone spoke and someone listened. While few were sitting, few strolled, in that silence of night, I learnt a few things.
Anecdote: Any good script should have the emotional touch.
The night was astounding, waves resounding…..
...(Wordsworth would have been proud)
Few potential winners::
Drunker Award of the trip: The award was keenly contested between Praveen and Ravinder for their undivided loyalty for Fennie( It is a Goan drink made out of cashew or coconut) and the Goa govt is planning to appoint them as brand ambassadors for the drink. However the winner is undecided in this segment...Pl vote for the your favourite contestant
Bravery award of the trip: The award has been unanimously decided in favour of me for the sheer overconfidence I exhibited to drink down Fennie half bottle neat, in Anjuma Beach and almost making my challenger Avanish wondering why did he challenge? I didn't win.
Of course the anti-climax that followed didn't matter because by then I realized why my friends are class apart from others...they didn't let me complete the challenge, because they though. challenge was not bigger than my health...I was high that night...not because of the alcohol but because of my friends. That was my night of Dangerous Liasons..
But the Kodak moment of the trip will be the snaps we took in that old fort (famous for Dil Chahta hai). We did have ours too.....Lovey Dovey. Check the same out at the site.
Humour was the basic element of the trip: It came in all form whether physical ( ask Avanish) or mental( Ask Ankit). Some jokes were funny to the core, some were loud, some were irritating, but the jokes that won all our hearts were brilliant because of their sheer timings.
Jokes of the trip:Clear Winners here are the one that was cracked by Nitin Mittal that last nite on the beach ( Censored) and the other one on Chanda Mama cracked by Ravinder.
Every movie is incomplete without a good cameo, which was played by Rohit to the tee. He added that perfect sweetness to give trip that fresh feeling.
And someone who ensured the trip went off smooth was Vipul.
My final vote of thanks, pl give a pat at your back:
Praveen, who gave the idea of trip( An idea changes our boring life Sir jee)
Ankit, who managed our finances
Avanish and Ravinder for co-ordinating
And of course me, Rohit and Nitin for participating….
And this trip of ours is dedicated to all those friends who are planning for a trip like this for long..its time to make a call, fix a date and venue and pack your bags…..trust me we started off where we left…whenever we met last.
To all my friends..wherever you are Kolkata, Delhi,Hyderabad, Mumbai, Assam, Gujrat, Bengal… o wherever in India I love you and miss you all.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wake up the "Sid" in us
After watching Wake up Sid, I felt good. Actually very good. I felt like calling up my close friends or friend whom have not spoken for a long time. Was wondering, we watch movie each week, what the movie possessed that touched my emotional chord so deeply. Well must tell you, that we bunch of insane people( read Vikram, Sagar, Venus, Geetu, myself and our Ruby Bhaujai) went to watch the movie and the movie left us so elated that we continued the tempo of fun for some time. And unfortunately our victim became the staff and other visitors of CCD. We lost all sanity when six of us attacked on that plate carrying single brownie with vanilla ice-cream. Our weapons fork plunged into the brownie and within no time, we gulped it all and ordered for another. By the time second brownie had come, we had shed all our inhibitions and attacked the same with more vigor. It was mini battle of sorts to get the share of that delicious pie. While I am sure other people would have found us jokey bafoons, we enjoyed at our own expense least bothered about the rest of the world. That moment I realized that even a simple moment like that can make into the beautiful collection of picturesque moments. But you need to have the spirit to enjoy the same. That moment I realized what Wake up Sid did to us that night—it made our spirits go free. How? By awaking the child like, innocent, unadulterous, selfless Sid in us which cares a damn about perfection, and lives in his own tune. Ultimately the movie was about living the moments, whether it was Sid's innovation of posing a bunch of bread with a candle as a birthday cake or our long drive at 3 am at night to a village...each having its own thrills and joy!!
Wake up Sid was also about identifying our talents. What we like doing and pursuing those. Often we are good at something but we are ready to for-go the same to chase something else and make it our career and convince ourselves we are happy at that. And then it needs probably a friend or a Ayesha to come and tell you, that you would be very good at a particular thing. Truth is stranger than fiction that is why we don’t believe in our talents and while others do. I have promised to myself that I will pursue my dreams along while with my career that happened to me. Thanks to my Study Buddies for reminding me the same.
Irrespective of who we are, what we are we all love to be loved, cuddled and constantly seeking compassion without a reason. The movie attempts to stir that emotion rigorously in us and manages beautifully. Even a simple hug can be so endearing in life, when you really need, you will never know unless you have those bunch of special friends in life, to die for. That night, I missed my school, MBA and my Guwahati friends who has had been a defining support in my life and of course, I missed having that special one by my side. It may be just another movie, but it touched my soul.
If you are reading this, I would like to re-iterate what the movie says “Fulfilling a dream is satisfying only when you have someone worthwhile to share with”.I wondered whether eating that brownie in the CCD tht night still would have been so memorable, if Venus would not have shared it, or Vikram would not have tried to rob it. Perhaps not !!! Memories are made by near and dear one..so please go and give the special person a hug and make him or her realize that the person is special for you. And never let the Sid in you die, as a little bit of imperfectness is perfect for our lives…..
Wake up Sid was also about identifying our talents. What we like doing and pursuing those. Often we are good at something but we are ready to for-go the same to chase something else and make it our career and convince ourselves we are happy at that. And then it needs probably a friend or a Ayesha to come and tell you, that you would be very good at a particular thing. Truth is stranger than fiction that is why we don’t believe in our talents and while others do. I have promised to myself that I will pursue my dreams along while with my career that happened to me. Thanks to my Study Buddies for reminding me the same.
Irrespective of who we are, what we are we all love to be loved, cuddled and constantly seeking compassion without a reason. The movie attempts to stir that emotion rigorously in us and manages beautifully. Even a simple hug can be so endearing in life, when you really need, you will never know unless you have those bunch of special friends in life, to die for. That night, I missed my school, MBA and my Guwahati friends who has had been a defining support in my life and of course, I missed having that special one by my side. It may be just another movie, but it touched my soul.
If you are reading this, I would like to re-iterate what the movie says “Fulfilling a dream is satisfying only when you have someone worthwhile to share with”.I wondered whether eating that brownie in the CCD tht night still would have been so memorable, if Venus would not have shared it, or Vikram would not have tried to rob it. Perhaps not !!! Memories are made by near and dear one..so please go and give the special person a hug and make him or her realize that the person is special for you. And never let the Sid in you die, as a little bit of imperfectness is perfect for our lives…..
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Three Beautiful People
Beautiful people are rare to meet and I was lucky to meet three of them and interact for a period of 2 years and got connected to the life time friendship card with them. When I use the word beautiful, it is in the context that each one of them had a unique way of looking at the world, which I found bful besides the fact they were each gorgeous in their own ways. Each left a indelible impression, which has helped me groom in a better way, I am today and I would like to thank all three of them,I never had an opportunity to, for being just there for me.
First and foremost, would talk about the friend who and me connect with what aesthetically people call : values. We almost have a similar outlook towards life and people, just that I am a little more hyper and she is a little more calm. She is not a bong, but her name means artist in our language. Yes thats right, Shilpee. Well I must admit, when I met her, I particularly didn't think highly of her, not that I do now, but its just that, we are just too addicted to each other's company. Anyways coming to our first day on interaction, was particularly amusing since Miss Late( she was always good 5 min late for classes, we wondered whether she took so much time to comb her long hair)..well I must say she had a really long hair like Rapunzel). So by default of being late, she had to sit beside me in first bench. Ten min into that account class, two strangers were forced to communicate to each other, thanks to boredom the professor generated.....through chits, which became a rage in class room communication. Poetry, Odes, sorry, thank you all became part of those chits and the thrill of passing them was unimaginably attractive and anticipating the replies. And also it promised to begin a new friendship. Cool, composure and grace are three qualities which she displays in testing times, is what I endorsed from her. You know I have said this before but she is God send angel to the souls who get lost in this world like me and she has tend to give me direction each time. Only once I was really angry on her till date, the day she cut her bful long hair to turn into curly Maggie noddles( she supposed perceived as style).Its 6 years from that classroom desk to this day, in this endearing journey of joy and tears, nothing has changed beside the fact that we have become best friends.
Cut to the second girl I would talk abt. Calling her a girl would be sort of misnomer..She is a hurricane of sort. She is one, who is upright and dares all( she can send anyone to ICU with her acts, ask a few in our college): I was completely taken aback by the energy she displays...If in one sentence I have to describe, she is a free spirit whom no one should cage ever. She's outspoken and speaks her mind..she's never politically correct and a few who takes stands and not boringly diplomatic. Well there is a flip side too..she often acts impulsively just like me and can shock people with her unconventional revelations. She works on a simple but cool philosophy: If you cant keep yourself happy you cannot keep anybody else happy. I never believed in the same but I feel this is the biggest truth in life which we fail to acknowledge. People would call this selfish but she gives me a counter logic :we have just one life to lead and we cant waste it for anyone and anything. She has this uncanny quality of magnet any one that comes across her cant but get charmed by her. But inside this exuberance, lies a girl, who just ones to live and let live. They say truth is stranger than fiction and the fact that we are friends is a testimonial to that. We have had fights but we have proved to people, that bond of friendship is beyond everything else. She is truly a brand ambassador for all those girl, who dreams and aims high because while flying high, she has never forgotten her roots. By now I know you have guessed it right—its one and only Sonia!!
Some friendships happen because it is destined to happen: One such happened to me also. Payal.Well this is one friend, who owes lots of thanks for several reasons, and I haven’t even thanked once...She is the one who brought out in me the writer, an art I never knew I had, so that fact that I am blogging attributes to her only. She is one rare of talent , whether anchoring, painting or studies.....while others enjoyed and had fun, she stayed focused in her work. She has inspired me, encouraged me when I am down,and have helped worked towards success. I still remember the day, first semester results were announced the joy in her face on being one of the toppers and not anticipating it was worth a watch. Fact that we had different set of friends helped to share something different. Her willingness to help others is something special. Two things that I will always remember abt her is her dream to set up a orphanage some day and her smile, which had the radiance to bring brightness in other’s life. Well only thing, I would like to say her is : Thank you.
In fact, I have learnt to understand people and perspectives better because of these special people….you have to be lucky to get such friends who are much more than just another pretty face!!
First and foremost, would talk about the friend who and me connect with what aesthetically people call : values. We almost have a similar outlook towards life and people, just that I am a little more hyper and she is a little more calm. She is not a bong, but her name means artist in our language. Yes thats right, Shilpee. Well I must admit, when I met her, I particularly didn't think highly of her, not that I do now, but its just that, we are just too addicted to each other's company. Anyways coming to our first day on interaction, was particularly amusing since Miss Late( she was always good 5 min late for classes, we wondered whether she took so much time to comb her long hair)..well I must say she had a really long hair like Rapunzel). So by default of being late, she had to sit beside me in first bench. Ten min into that account class, two strangers were forced to communicate to each other, thanks to boredom the professor generated.....through chits, which became a rage in class room communication. Poetry, Odes, sorry, thank you all became part of those chits and the thrill of passing them was unimaginably attractive and anticipating the replies. And also it promised to begin a new friendship. Cool, composure and grace are three qualities which she displays in testing times, is what I endorsed from her. You know I have said this before but she is God send angel to the souls who get lost in this world like me and she has tend to give me direction each time. Only once I was really angry on her till date, the day she cut her bful long hair to turn into curly Maggie noddles( she supposed perceived as style).Its 6 years from that classroom desk to this day, in this endearing journey of joy and tears, nothing has changed beside the fact that we have become best friends.
Cut to the second girl I would talk abt. Calling her a girl would be sort of misnomer..She is a hurricane of sort. She is one, who is upright and dares all( she can send anyone to ICU with her acts, ask a few in our college): I was completely taken aback by the energy she displays...If in one sentence I have to describe, she is a free spirit whom no one should cage ever. She's outspoken and speaks her mind..she's never politically correct and a few who takes stands and not boringly diplomatic. Well there is a flip side too..she often acts impulsively just like me and can shock people with her unconventional revelations. She works on a simple but cool philosophy: If you cant keep yourself happy you cannot keep anybody else happy. I never believed in the same but I feel this is the biggest truth in life which we fail to acknowledge. People would call this selfish but she gives me a counter logic :we have just one life to lead and we cant waste it for anyone and anything. She has this uncanny quality of magnet any one that comes across her cant but get charmed by her. But inside this exuberance, lies a girl, who just ones to live and let live. They say truth is stranger than fiction and the fact that we are friends is a testimonial to that. We have had fights but we have proved to people, that bond of friendship is beyond everything else. She is truly a brand ambassador for all those girl, who dreams and aims high because while flying high, she has never forgotten her roots. By now I know you have guessed it right—its one and only Sonia!!
Some friendships happen because it is destined to happen: One such happened to me also. Payal.Well this is one friend, who owes lots of thanks for several reasons, and I haven’t even thanked once...She is the one who brought out in me the writer, an art I never knew I had, so that fact that I am blogging attributes to her only. She is one rare of talent , whether anchoring, painting or studies.....while others enjoyed and had fun, she stayed focused in her work. She has inspired me, encouraged me when I am down,and have helped worked towards success. I still remember the day, first semester results were announced the joy in her face on being one of the toppers and not anticipating it was worth a watch. Fact that we had different set of friends helped to share something different. Her willingness to help others is something special. Two things that I will always remember abt her is her dream to set up a orphanage some day and her smile, which had the radiance to bring brightness in other’s life. Well only thing, I would like to say her is : Thank you.
In fact, I have learnt to understand people and perspectives better because of these special people….you have to be lucky to get such friends who are much more than just another pretty face!!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Living Life...On the Edge
Well I must confess-most part of my lives, I have lived it on edge, be it catching a train or flight or completing my studies for exams or assignments/projects in B school. While most of the times it is not intended, but just naturally happens to me….and to add up, there are minor hurdles happening just to add up to the thrilling climax of every episode. And luckily for me each time by grace of God I have managed to be not in time, but just in time or just made it.
And I must each time I have this angel…mostly in form of my cousin Tj, who either books my ticker at odd hrs or supply with PNR no at midnight when I realize I am in train without a copy of ticket, and averts the disaster. In college days it used to my B-school buddies who used to protect me.
Sometimes success can spoil your habits and I learnt it the hard way, on Friday. I had a flight to catch from New Delhi to Kolkata..Thanks to my nephew who will inaugurate his staple diet that’s rice or more precisely as famously called “Anna prasan” by my hand. True to my self, I was busy closing my day’s work at office despite my colleagues several attempts to pursue me to start my journey to airport as clouds were meandering large nearby…..unwary of such things, my risk appetite allowed me to continue to work at little longer till 4:15 pm when finally I proposed to move.
Well as it is said, man proposes and God disposes….And God disposed an immaculate amount of shower well clubbed with gutsy wind…which left me and people around blitzy-gritzy. Well I have had experiences of hurdles but hurdle of this magnitude was unimagined in my wildest dream. However my dreams of catching the flight at 6:45 pm were still in my eyes…and finally at 5:20 pm I managed a cab and set for the journey. Thanks to my roommate who escorted me from my office to the residence where cab was waiting. I was confident flight would be delayed and I will make it anyhow as I have literally adopted the dialogue “ Acche logo ke saath accha hota hai” in my and my close ones life.
While the beginning was promising, moment I reached Pragati Maidan, things started looking gloomy. Traffic all around and water logging…I still was hopeful. After painful crawling, the cab reached ITO…and that’s it….All hopes shattered. I was in middle of a mess... And what was set to be a thrilling climax and turned out to be a so bloody one-sided anti-climax. I was stuck there in the heart of Delhi for good 4 hrs….Flight was long in the distant heights without me. And I who had watched in news or paper of this kind of traffic massacre was witnessing the same at the cost of my wallet and painfully sitting in the cab, loaded with wet clothes and gladder.
But there are some guardian angels in the city in form of Vikram and Venus, my new acquisitions in friendship, who gave me not only shelter but served amazing food for dinner. Thankfully I managed a ticket next day early morning..
And at this point writing this blog, on a well spent evening with my cousin and close friends followed by some delicious delicacies by Ma dearest . But the chai at the Bhawanipore Gurdwara refreshed my day and mind….now eagerly waiting to meet my nephew and niece tomorrow. All you people out there must try out the tea at tht juncture and today only learnt they serve Thumbs Up with Milk….Dangerously Attractive..time to again live on the edge..Guardian Angels be prepared!!!
And I must each time I have this angel…mostly in form of my cousin Tj, who either books my ticker at odd hrs or supply with PNR no at midnight when I realize I am in train without a copy of ticket, and averts the disaster. In college days it used to my B-school buddies who used to protect me.
Sometimes success can spoil your habits and I learnt it the hard way, on Friday. I had a flight to catch from New Delhi to Kolkata..Thanks to my nephew who will inaugurate his staple diet that’s rice or more precisely as famously called “Anna prasan” by my hand. True to my self, I was busy closing my day’s work at office despite my colleagues several attempts to pursue me to start my journey to airport as clouds were meandering large nearby…..unwary of such things, my risk appetite allowed me to continue to work at little longer till 4:15 pm when finally I proposed to move.
Well as it is said, man proposes and God disposes….And God disposed an immaculate amount of shower well clubbed with gutsy wind…which left me and people around blitzy-gritzy. Well I have had experiences of hurdles but hurdle of this magnitude was unimagined in my wildest dream. However my dreams of catching the flight at 6:45 pm were still in my eyes…and finally at 5:20 pm I managed a cab and set for the journey. Thanks to my roommate who escorted me from my office to the residence where cab was waiting. I was confident flight would be delayed and I will make it anyhow as I have literally adopted the dialogue “ Acche logo ke saath accha hota hai” in my and my close ones life.
While the beginning was promising, moment I reached Pragati Maidan, things started looking gloomy. Traffic all around and water logging…I still was hopeful. After painful crawling, the cab reached ITO…and that’s it….All hopes shattered. I was in middle of a mess... And what was set to be a thrilling climax and turned out to be a so bloody one-sided anti-climax. I was stuck there in the heart of Delhi for good 4 hrs….Flight was long in the distant heights without me. And I who had watched in news or paper of this kind of traffic massacre was witnessing the same at the cost of my wallet and painfully sitting in the cab, loaded with wet clothes and gladder.
But there are some guardian angels in the city in form of Vikram and Venus, my new acquisitions in friendship, who gave me not only shelter but served amazing food for dinner. Thankfully I managed a ticket next day early morning..
And at this point writing this blog, on a well spent evening with my cousin and close friends followed by some delicious delicacies by Ma dearest . But the chai at the Bhawanipore Gurdwara refreshed my day and mind….now eagerly waiting to meet my nephew and niece tomorrow. All you people out there must try out the tea at tht juncture and today only learnt they serve Thumbs Up with Milk….Dangerously Attractive..time to again live on the edge..Guardian Angels be prepared!!!
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