Don or Omkara!!!

* I’m not going to divulge any of the movie details in this blog.

The blog title might sound somewhat astounding to some of the readers… Actually I couldn’t find a better title for what am gonna describe in this blog.

So we had plans to watch ‘Don’ First day Frist Show… Suneet reached the venue at 8:30 and got his place in the ticket line… te assi usde nikkamme te nithalley yar dost mittar feer late.. Daman sabton late.. humesha di tarah, vi jadon ticketan mil jangiyan tan assi araam nal a javange… (Daman angli var tainu hi line ‘ch lagauna hai).. The line was long… too long… We hardly had any hopes of getting a ticket (coz of less number of seats in Mini Tagore), until there was a bomb blast near the ticket counter… (10 Rs vala Alloo Bomb) Then we saw police arriving in the scene, and all the ‘maara-maari’ at the ticket counter was taken care of… so we finally got the tickets and were well seated in time in the jammed up hall… There was no gal in the hall until this time.. then suddenly, some girls made their way into the hall, bass fer ki si… seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan…

The movie started… “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”.. We thought that this 'khapp' would end as the movie moves ahead, but since the movie was a refried samosa version, we had to add spices to it… the 'khapp' increased like an exponential function... every scene, every dialogue was followed by ‘extra innings’ .. Punjabi ishtyle…. (I wish I could write some of the comments here, but that would make the blog somewhat unreadable…. For instance, Roma was given an explicit rhyming name, and every time we saw her.. We heard something from the crowd….the dirty minds would guess it right…) So it was all like, Don being pictured on the big screen, and Omkara being played in the hall…. “seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”

The Movie Review…

Movie ekdum raapchik hai…. A must watch.. at least once… the songs are a little ‘ajeeb’ types(at least for me), except the ‘khaiye paan banaras’ , which provokes you to sing along and shake a leg… If you are expecting the same ‘Bachchan’ drama, then you might be served with a surpirze in the second half of the movie (although its based on the same story line with many scenes and dialouges stolen from the original flick, but the twists added are drastic)… The King Khan has done its best…. Bass ikk gall samajh nahi ai.. I heard him say in an interview that he does only what his son could see and admire…. Umm…. Does his son like his dad to be dancing with Kareena like ...... ??? (an original snap from first show) Amazing stuff this new generation is…
That’s all for now… Happy Watching…
“seetiyan taaliyan te cheekhan”


P.S. Wish You all a Very Happy Diwali...

Pratigya

Hello friends, a post too soon… I was really provoked by my own self to write about today, about the great time I had being apart of ‘Pratigya’

As a preface I’d like to tell you something about Pratigya. Pratigya is something I don’t really know. All I know is that these people went to some school in village and got some cards made from children out there, and the cards are then sold at college. The money hence collected is given to the school for the benefit for the children. Sounds pretty simple, right? I too thought the same… till today.

In the morning Rajanvir in his own ‘All India 4th prize winner in debate’ style told me that they were going to the place today. I was a bit hesitant to accept his offer of going along with him. But somehow, I was game.
We were to leave at 10:30. Me and Rajan on my bike, bought some samosas(for the children) and he lead me to a really filthy place, and I parked my bike in front of a small un-cemented house, with a buffalo tied in one of the sheds and some children sitting on rags. That’s what Rajan called the ‘School’. I searched for a teacher out there. And my search ended at a lady in around twenties ‘aunty’ with a long stick in hand. In any case we were in. Other pratigya members, who reached before us, were busy pasting a small sheet on the back of cards. I too got glue and started the work. Some of my friends were really astonished to find me there (As if I was an Alien to the land). Anyways.. I was there doing the work and observing the activities at the same moment. Children were sitting in the open. There was an aged women resting in one of the rooms of house, and another aunty cooking something on stove. The buffalo was attending natures call (shayad thapar ki kudiyan dekh kar use complex a gaya tha.. so tension me thi).
After we were done with the sticking stuff, we moved over to stage two. (The children were given samosas in the meantime). We had to paint a child’s hand. And get its impression on the back of card. Then the children were to write their name on it. I never took paint in my hand. The blogger’s eye was busy in observation.
There were around 25 students of different age groups (below 10). I don’t really know what they were taught. They were all made to sit in discipline by the rule of stick. One by one the paint was applied to each child’s hand. Ek bohat cute sa sardar tha. After the hand impression was taken, he was asked to wash hands. He went to the water bucket for the purpose, and calmly cleaned his hands. But suddenly a gal follows him to the same place and puts her hand in the same bucket. So the scene was like. One bucket, four hands, six eyes. (2 xtra blogger ki jo sabb kuch dekh rahi thi). The four hands suddenly shook the bucket and some bubbles arose outaa the water. Smiles could be seen, enveloping face of the 'tiny birds'. But before I could think of anything else, the stick made them disperse and take their seats. (I wish I could click a snap).
Then was the turn to write their names on the cards. So children were asked to come one by one. We had to confirm from each of them whether he knew how to write his name? Many of them didn’t and the others were first asked to write it first on a piece of paper, and them copy the same to the card. But we had more to do. We had to write the child’s name ourselves on the paper, in language he was comfortable in, and then he would copy the impression, first in rough then in fair on the card. Still, many of them couldn’t copy it right. The hindi ki matras always made a confusion. (Specially in a name kranti, who put a bade ‘e’ as well as chote ‘e’ ki marta on ‘ta’)

The sardar’s name was “Ashish”. A really shy guy. Too much dedicated towards studies. We saw him opening his copy even after the school time was up and the children were asked to pack their bags. A future ‘dassi’ maybe. The first time I saw him smile was when I took him over my shoulders. Here are some snaps posted of the great personality.

There were two more guys. I could guess one of them must be the Class Representative. The way he was instructing each one of them to put an impression, write a name etc. the other seemed to be his personal assistant.

To end up the spree, Rajan started distributing some pencils etc. to them. As he was distributing, he asked to say ‘babbu’ zor se to get the goodies (Babbu was the pet name of one of our mates there). So everyone was after him saying ‘uncle babbu’. In the end, a small gal approached him and asked for a pencil. He said that she already had it, so couldn’t get another one. And the clever gal says, ‘BABBU’ and extends her hand again… ;)

That was all…. A final ‘bizzzzing’ round with the studs, and we were on our way back to the good old Thapar.

BE se MBA tak

Hi blog. Might be kinda untimed post, But I had too much of MBA this week…. So presenting before you, after Daman’s ‘D se D tak’ Deepinder’s ‘BE se MBA takk’…. ( I’m sure daman will get copyright for the blog names now ;) )

So it all began last Saturday when I was looking forward to the hectic week ahead. Quizzes…. One on Monday, one on Tuesday, and one on Wednesday…. In short one each ‘M se W tak’ ;)
Okay how many thaparians believe that weekends are for studying….. (oww… at least I expected a better response) hanji… to Sunday ko padhai kahan se honi thi… vo to hoti hi mid sems se pehle hai… quizzes to ‘mutual understanding’ and ‘co-operation’ se hoti hain.. :p

On Saturday and Sunday I had another chore to do. That was a survey for the visitors of the ‘Vishal Mega Mart’ (the survey was our project work for MBA).. Kanwar had been a regular ‘taffridar’ of the mart, so knew the time when we’d have some hot crowd at the place. We were in the mart by 7p.m. but whats this? No happening crowd :( I felt like killing that guy who brought me here at this odd time. The survey was hectic. Had some ass kicking experiences. The first of them all. I went to quite a ‘mod’ kinda family. Husband, wife ant their son. I explaind son and uncle for what I was there. Aunty was busy selecting some bags. And suddenly she turns back and says.. “Bhaiya yeh Leather me nahi hai kya”… no more words… I was away…
Amit bhaiya k sath bhi kuch aisa hua. He went to an aunty and said ‘Xuse me’.. and the lady says.. ‘ ya. Whats its price?’
Another guy there approached me for a business deal.. kehne ko jaldi me tha aur survey nahi bhar sakta tha… lekin us sale ne mere 15 mint lagwa diye, explaining me why he was here (he wanted to open an ebony in patiala, so was just there to see and analyse the mart) .. then he started off with explaining me all the theory and working of ‘ebizz’ Perhaps he wanted something from me. He wanted to make me presenter of something I never understood.

The day was over with arnd 30 performa’s filled. We were there again on Sunday for the same purpose., but a bit earlier this time… Ahh.. better crowd ;)

Wont talk much about Monday and Tuesday quizzes, they went like any other quiz would. Studying an hour before the quiz but finally what comes into rescue is ‘akkar bakkar’.. and the hardest of the time being when Sir asks you.. ‘Aur quiz kaisa hua..’ and you have no other option than mildly shaking ur head against ur will and saying… ‘theek thak ho gaya sir’

Wednesday ki quiz postpone karva li…on the basis that we have our MBA Mid sem on Wednesday… had a hard time getting that done… I was trying to get that done on Monday. Met Sanjay Sharma Sir on Tuesday. That was the first time I came to know that the short guy whom I often thought of as some ME repeater was actually our teacher… uff.. he’s a hard stubborn guy… humein kehta hai… “Proof leker aao k kall tumhara Mid sem test hai… Concerned teacher se document sign karvao…”
Hum bhi kahan kamm hain… I took an application to our Dean Sir... DOAA sir ne Sanjay Sharma ko fone kharka dia. And the quiz was postponed…(Mittaran da na Chalda). After that I went to meet our respected Sanjay Sharma Sir… as I expected.. khija hua tha… mujhe dekhte hi kehta… “Quiz to postpone karva li… abb kua cheekhne aya hai??” :p

Okay, now Wednesday we had our MBA ka Mid Sem Test… bunked all classes that day for the unseen unknown fate ‘ The first ever Mid sem of MBA’ But, things were different.. Just b4 the exam, v 8 people decided to attempt just 50% of the total paper… ;) (I still wonder if all of us did that, results awaited). Ma’am wud have a shock when she see’s the attempt.

Another day attributed to the MBA kaand was today.. ie. Thursday.. Now guys this is sick…. I was the only student attending the class. All were away for one or the other crap reason. And ma’am was too determined to teach. I don’t really know what she taught. I was just attending a quantized class, ie. Nodding my head, asking some useless questions ( basically meanings of some needless terms) at regular intervals. I was in such a tight situation that I couldn’t even take my mobile out of my pocket and do some messaging as ma’am had her eyes on me all the time. Sleeping in class was just unimaginable.

So that was all about the week… Time to sleep now… for I couldn’t sleep in class :(

Dandiya or Bhangra

This is about a dandiya night organized by the TIET students at the Maharani club premises on the 5th of October ’06.

Days before the date, the event had got the required publicity, more of coz of the couple entry… some common questions in the crowd, “ Are you going for dandiya? “, “ Kiske sath?”….. “Acha uske sath…. Teri vali ka kya hua.. use nahi le ra raha sath me”…
And the replied like…”I don’t know if I’m going”….. “ Vo kisi aur k sath bhag gai…. Vaise bhi I’m good going single (kuch jall raha hai)”

Anyways, stage was all set for the dandiya night… The event was scheduled to start at 6:30, so I was there at sharp 6:30 (Mr. Punctual after all)…. Kuttey chamak rahe they, tare bhaunk rahe they… deepi aya aur gaadi me baith kar mobile pe sites kholni shuru kar di.. waiting for the partner.. (although I knew that she’ll be coming at arnd 7:30, as she told me… lekin jaldi ane k bad tauntne ka maza hi kuch aur hota hai) So, I was there…. Arnd 7 o’ clock I saw some of my frnds… fir came the main scene… ‘Maal Gaadi’

Thapar di kudiyan di pehli bus.. poori bhari hoi…
ikk de upar ik kudi chadhi hoi.…
koi healthy wealthy te koi sehat ton mari hoi…
mundeyan di sangat dooje pase kharhi hoi…
mundeyan ne apni apni selection kari hoi….

har ikk eddan saji inj hoi jive bhateeje da viah hove…..
ya jive best couple da award uhna vaste hi reserved paya hove…

vo kehte hai na… door se dekha to Aishwarya raii thi….. door se dekha to Aishwarya rai thi…. Paas jakar dekha to padosion ki gaye thi….(Miss Palampur)

I was still there waiting for my partner…. Time 7:30…. Tick tock tick tock… then came the second maal gadi… same scene.. Same procedure.. Same drama
We were in by 8 pm. Wow… I waited for just one and a half hours.. That’s sensible enough (I waited by choice I think, so no curses to anyone)...

We bought the sticks… (It was too early to know that they’ll be of no use after a couple of minutes)
We (me and my instru frnds) all were looking each other as if a dandiya teacher will emerge outaa some magic dandiya stick and teach us how to play with those drumsticks… But we were on our own... trying hard to play dandiya… but rather just looking for a chance to beat each other (at least I was, but hardly got a chance)… Punjab wich dandiya kadon takk chalna… utton di gane vi uho jehe… readers I request you to please take a break here and give a shot to do dandiya on song. “Dus Bahane” or “BEEDI JALAIKE.. JIGAR SE PIYA…Jigar Ma Badi aag hai… “ (gaana mast tha yar).. soo the sticks were down…and the Dandiya night was converted onto a bhangra night… the sticks were just left to mark the centre of the circle around which we shook our leg.(I was kinda in love with my dandiya sicks... kept them along all the time). We heard an announcement after an hour that there were some snacks being served for us… but when we reached there, all that was left was a ‘tawa’ and tikki par garnishing ka kuch ‘saman’.. Line me laggke pani piya and we were back to the dance floor (the sticks were still with me)… … Danced a lot… with some innovative steps at each round… “Beedi Jalaike” being the best part….... the DJ was good… and there were some idiotic games to mar the fun…(A game which asked the guy to find his gal’s missing sandal outaa a lot of sandals)..
The dance was just like any other dance party in college, the only difference being that we paid for it and the gals specially bought matching bangles, lipsticks blab la for the event…
(Why do I think that the post is getting too long)
Okay making long things short….. The Night was WoW.. (but for the funless games and the xtra spicy dinner with rubber chapaties) I heard that dance floor rocked ( The floor cudnt get the privilage of my foot over it)
In the end I lost one dandiya stick of mine :( .. I kept the other as a momento, rembering the Dandiya Oops Bhangra Night… :)


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