Sunday, December 24, 2006

Dressing up of Santa Claus

Those were the invaluable school times when we, the innocent chaps were made to do certain eeky things that we can’t even think of doing today. And one of those things, those sweet old memories, when I was the Santa Claus (not the only Santa Claus) to adorn the Christmas Celebrations of 2001.

It was 20th of December when Mrs. Chawla asked me to become the Santa Claus. It had been a tradition in our school that one of the chubby cheek chaps would get himself into a big red coat with cotton all over his face and move around dancing with children during the Christmas celebrations. So this time it was me. I reluctantly accepted the proposal after it had been turned down by Vaibhav, for he had done the job last year.

I remember the day when I came home and told my parents about this. Gaush! Those smiles being thrown on me, and my sister was all the more exited. She always wanted me to see as a Santa Claus I think. I was to get my apron prepared myself. So my mum was given the tough task and I was given a big long coat and an old salwar to wear. Something was made into a big ‘Santa ki Bori’ and I stuffed it with old newspapers to make it look really Big. And yea.. how can I forget the wonderful red cap with a lining of cotton wool.

So, the day had arrived. A day before that I had come to know that unlike the previous years, this time there had to be four Santa’s dancing in the school. One for each house and there was a proposed competition among them. The competition of “Dressing up of Santa Claus”

I was there in the chemistry lab. A young lad with no beard and confused eyeballs studded into to be Santa’s face. Vaibhav and one of my seniors (a girl) were given the task of giving this Santa Singh a make over to Santa Claus. To begin with I got into my apron and was made to sit on one of lab’s ‘interesting’ stools. (I call them interesting because their structure always appealed to me) Then the senior ma’am started her work. Those soft hands applying hair fixer on my face. I think I felt something fishy in myself, but I think I was too young to analyze certain things. So let it be… The cotton wool was cut into Santa’s long fluffy beard and was fitted in the proper place; some more cotton was made into big bushy eyebrows and was given the destined place. Some cotton on the sides of my face and another large chunk of it to make some hair falling on the back through the cap. I had not seen a mirror ever since. Finally, some more cotton, and a lot more cotton was nicely placed to anywhere they could find a place. Even my coat was given a lining of fluffy cotton. (Sorry people, I don’t have a pic of myself in the dress up)

Then someone told that the Santa of St. Mary’s house, Simran, had stuffed some pillows under his coat, and hence I had to do the same. I refused. Anyways, finally my turn step into to the Christmas grounds was here. I had to dance and move along with a Christmas song being sung. I was nicely taught corruption before I went off. I was told to ‘surely’ distribute sweets among the judges. They say is ‘isse extra marks miltey hain.’ I was afraid of just one thing, “yar vahan koi meri daadi na khinch de.”

Anyhow, the song started first, and I was signaled to make my move. So off I went… HO HO HO HA HA HA… Dancing around… As I was told, I made my first move towards the judges. Meri itni fati hui thi k mujhe pata hi nahi chala k kaun judge hai aur kaun baki teachers. Bass sabb ko achi rishwat de di.. ;) Then I moved on to throw sweets to the small small kiddoos, who stood around me fighting for a single toffee. During those times, we found ourselves really lucky to get a 50p vali toffee from the dear Santa. And today to some were really lucky to have 50p vali éclairs and 1Re vale ‘Natkhat’ k lifafe… I think the children were deceived by the big bora on my back. Abb unhe kaun bataye ki isme toffees nahi newspapers hain ;)

Chalo the song was over, and so was my drama. I just pulled off my Santa Claus dress up to get into my normal mode, as I got back. I was declared second best Santa. :)

The best part in our Christmas celebrations was the Plum cake. A small slice of it that we got after the function was over and we had to retreat to our classrooms. Har bar socta tha k kisi tarah se mujhe do piece mil jayein. :D Kintu yeh mumkin nahi ho pata tha :(

I can still smell the fragrance of that delicious cake. Lovely unforgettable times…. They never come back :)

Merry Christmas Guys!!!

Friday, December 22, 2006

Antim Upkhyan(Episode)

Sabb kuch taiyar tha, sabhi sthan taye ho chuke they, nirdeshakon athva anya adhikariyon ne apni apni manzuri de di thi, kalakaron ne bhi tarikhein de di thi, lekin achanak, ek mukhya kalakar bimar pad jata hai aur uski jagah adakari karne vala aur koi kalakar uplabdh nahi tha… aakhirkar, film thapp pad jati hai aur ab uska kuch nahi kiya ja sakta…

Ji deviyon aur sajjno, yeh hai mere Hyderabad Safar ka antim parinam. Shuru karne se pehle yeh vaada karta hun ki yeh mere ‘Hindi Meri Matra Bhasha Hai’ shrankhala(series) ka antim kyansh(episode) hoga. Aapki sahuliyat ke liye maine shabd kosh(dictionary) ka sehyog leker kahtin shabdon k arth dewargeron(brackets) me likh diye hai. Yeh hindi dekh kar hairan mat hona. Mai yeh vakya hindi k shabd kosh ki sahayata se hi likh raha hu.

To bhaiyon aur unki behno, kuch jyada nahi hai aaj kehne ko, bass itna k mera Hyderabad jana radd ho gaya. Karan iska yeh hua ki hum dono me se ek mukhya adakar, mera saathi kuch sankat me pad gaya jiski vajah se humara vahan jana abb namumkin hai. Dukh to hai hi, lekin ek bat ki khushi bhi hai k maine in chann dino me bohat kuch seekha. Mai is blog ke madhyam se apne mitron Chahita, Archana, Mishika, Shweta, Nitin, Nitesh, Neetu, Vivek evam Ojaswini ko, jinhone apna keemti waqt nikalkar, vaad vivid ki taiyari karne me mera sath dia… aur Suneet, Tarun Aditi, Rajanvir, Vikrant, Shuchita, jinhone meri poori honsla afsai ki, ko tahe dil se shukriya ada karma chahata hun ...

Angrezi ko Hindi me anuvad(translate) karna…. Tauba.. Agar aap me se koi aisa karna chahata hai ya bhavishya me kabhi aisa karega to mai use ek salah deta hun k apne sath ek disprin ka patta zarur rakhey.. Bohat zarurat padti hai inki. Aur han, agar tum ladkiyon ke sath karya kar rahe ho to apna batuva ghar pe bhool kar aye.. ;)

Dukh to lagta hai, kyunki aisa suavsar (opportunity) bar bar nahi milta, lekin yehi zindagi hai, jo hai use swekar karna hi iska niyam hai… Fir bhi yehi chahata hun ki bhagwan kabhi kahin mujhe ek hindi vaad vivid karne ka mauka zarur dena… Mai apne doston k sath voh haseen pal dobara vyateet karna chahata hu.. Vo angrezi ko padhta, vo sar ko khujlana, table ko peetna, vo shabd-kosh kholna, vo kholkar band karna, hatash hona, roothna manana, hasna hasana, vo fokat ki parties aur vo zabardasti kharacha karvana …… Tum chattan ho doston… ( You Rock Guys!!!)

Inn chann shabdon ke sath mai is hindi k bhoot ko tata bye bye kehta hun…. Aur vapis apne normal hinglish vidhi(mode) me pravesh karta hu…

NO MORE HINDI!!!

Alvida…

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Some Things in Life... Never Change..

Yes that’s true… Some things in life really don’t change… anyways... That was just the title of the post, I’d rather say a deceptive title of the post coz … bass man me icha utpann hui to yeh title title likh dia… koi khaas vajah nahi hai…

So as the trend goes for every Thaparian blogger, after the end sems, the post about the exams, the semester, the tushan, the crushes, the teachers, the marks, the grades (not pointing to anybody) and bla bla bla… I’m NOT gonna do the same… I’ll just write about the semester, the crushes, the teachers, the tushan, the grades and yea… Hyderabad

About the semester… umm.. Nothing official about it… ek bat samajh me a gai.. teacher pe impression hai aur baton me tashan hai to tumhe marks dene se koi mana nahi kar sakta.. :)

“Some things in jugadbazi never change…”

About my crushes… Had many this semester… and some serious ones too (Not Deepti (ma’am) of course) My close frnds might know their names... I’m not gonna post anyways coz of personal reasons. (actually political, social, physiological, legal, interpersonal, etc. reasons)

“Some things in tharakbazi… never change..”

My grades… Pathetic as ever.. although end sem kafi hadd takk phood dia, still I’ll manage to get a CPGA to just over 8, that too just coz of an A in trng.. (baki Deepti (ma’am) ji ki kripa rahi to Micro me bhi A lagg jayega)

“Some things in Thapar never change”

Something about Hyderabad

Kafi hairat se dekh rahe hooge ki yeh hydrabad kahan se tapak pada beechon beech… To deviyon aur sajjno, avastha kuch aisi hai ke jo vaad vivid sammelan mera delhi me hone vala tha vo abb Hyderabad me hai aur mai vahan jhakk marne ja raha hu… jhakk marne ki to bachpann se hi aadat hai meri, so mujhe is karya me jyada kathinai nahi hogi… Lekin sabse uttam kathinai is bat ki hai k mujhe abhi takk koi khabar nahi ki maine vahan jaakar karna kya hai…(aish ko chorhkar) abhi do din pehle mujhe vaad-vivad ka vishya pata chala hai… sunnna chahenge kya??? Matt suniye…. Kehta hu rehne dijiye aur yeh khirki(window) band karr dijiye… maan jaiye meri baat….

Khair .. kehna batana mera farz tha aaur sunna samajhna aapka… abb mai kya kahun.. to bhaiyon aur ek do ko chorhkar baki meri farzi behno, mere vaad vivid ka vishya hai…

“SOSHITON KA ARTHIK EVAM SAAMAJIK SASHTIKARAN KEVAL SAHAKARITAON KE MADHYAM SE HI SAMBHAV HAI...”

Maine bola than a mat suniye… abb bhugto…..

“Kuch chezein zindagi me kabhi nahi badalti.”

Umm.. Finally a line or two about Kabul Express.. The movie was good. Arshad Warsi was mindblowing and the direction was superb, it was like watching Aaj Takk and Cartoon Network at the same time.. (with a glimpse of FTV )

Daman reached theatre on time (for a change) lekin uske time pe pahunchne ka kuch khas fayeda nahi hua… (Thanks to su, C and dassi) koi na Daman, We’ll give u another chance next time… But I’m sure, He’ll be late as ever…

“Some Things in Life... Never Change”