‘Vanjara’ in 2010…

I entered the boardroom with piles of files clutched under my arm and a laptop hanging somewhere midway between my shoulder and the ground, making sure that it doesn’t hit my hand moving to and fro in a pendulum motion. I think I was late, something not good for Mr. Punctual... Would I really get a penalty? Or, would it help if I plead and enter the room, Gaush! I wish they had 75% attendance here too, so that I might miss the meeting and have a happy time at the café… Alas! Things were now different, for now I’m what’s called a professional….

That was a little clipping of ‘Vanjara’ after a few years from now. Copying, what Archie mentioned in her blog, here I am with premature nostalgia part-teepofied… Some unforgettables, to form a part of whats called “khatti meethi yaadein”

Even today when I enter the gates of TIET, I can see myself standing in that crowd of students, amassing the AIEEE merit list displayed at the entrance. We all were involved in a guessing game over what’ll be our fate. “I’m surely gonna get mechanical in any case.”.. “Oh come on! You’ll get it too”… “kaash maine thodi aur mehnat ki hoti.. mere aagey abhi 15 bachey hain .. “ …. “yeh salley PEC valley yahan kyun seetein kharab karne ayein hain”

The things turned into reality, when I was placed in mechanical branch. I can still smell that sweat of student’s noting their first time table, displayed in that crush hall. Some aims laid down by the batchmates. I did that too. My aim was to make many girl friends ;) I tasted success the very first day :D Okay, if not a girlfriend, in due course of time, made many wonderful friends who are girls… Does it differ in spellings? I don’t think so!!!!

Anyways, authorities are then perused to hold a third counseling, after the PEC decision was made and 60 seats went vacant. There I am, on the stage again, betting on my fate. And I won. Smiling to whole of the auditorium, I got the last seat of Computer Science. :)

The Thapar crowd. The first thing we came to know was that girls don’t exist here. Well, anyhow won’t comment on that coz many of my frnds are non vegetarians. It took some time getting accustomed to that environment of TIET. I’ll remember it all, a few years from now, when I’ll enter the board room, with that single register in my back pocket, replacing a pile of files, with a hearty cafeteria replacing yummy meals, but no TIET friends to share with.

No staring in the cafes,
jebh me no society, bass paise,
None of those one day crushes.
I won’t see a girl who blushes
No masala talks abt the latest couples

"Chal Deepi Party!!!, buy me a pack of ruffles"

Some hotties, Some cool dudes,
Some going around on geri routes.
These half mark fights,
these atop roof taffri in midnights.
Nukkad ke paranthey, bhem ki iced tea,
“C grade hi to aya tera yar” take it ligtly…

That was perhaps the most idiotic poetry I ever made ;) No Comments no suggestions invited.
The list continues without the poetry, I bunked lectures, “OH SHIT! Assignment kaun banayega”.. “ajj college vich maal aya hai ;)”… hey how can I forget our sardaran di fauj.. “Me Walia DaMan Chacha Badi” And how Daman makes me kill Badi everytime he gets a chance ;) The list of events is too long… Events!!! yea.. events at the izhaar and mudra.. My first ever dramatics and Every year struggled for a slot in singing ;) Finally got it :D.. My pledge to never take part in nautanki ever again, but ending up doing it every year, an bagging the third or fourth prize everytime;) Also, those events in saturnalia. Rs 250 . for that LS show. How’ll I forget that!!! But there’ll be a time when I might want to give whole of my salary, no matter the events are LS or HS, just to smell the same old aura of the place where we played, we studied, we flirted, we enjoyed, we ruled our lives and teachers ruled our CG cards, where we learned how to LIVE, Live our Life.. King size…!

That’ll be a day when we’ll be having money in pocket to throw parties, but no Hembir to supply kulchas. Orkut won’t see more of “BLOG UPDATED” nicks besides my profile. But I’ll still trouble you guys to read my poems, no matter if my sms pack is activated or not. A day when something salty will trickle down my cheek, when I'll read this post.

A day when I’ll be called Er.Deepinder Singh… or maybe Er.D.S.Kalra.
A day I'll hate or love ... I'm still perplexed….

The Evolution... Where it all began…

April 26 ’03, It was a rainy day. Clouds covered the sky and the wind was fast enough to take with it a guy who was analyzing the weather while strolling on the roof of his home. I don’t know which streak of the lightening stroke him, when he took a small notepad out of his pocket and a pen, which he had by chance, and began scribbling something. Penned down a few lines, quite elated he went down to share those lines with his mother. He thought it was just another day out for him when he did something he’d never done before. But who knew that he did something that he’ll be doing quite often from that day…..
That was his first poem…..

Hi guys. This would be a small but a close to heart post. As promised, I’ll be sharing my first poem. Well this, actually isn’t the very first poem, coz that was the one I wrote in 3rd class on topic ‘Maa di Mamta’ and I got 2nd prize for that. But Alas! I don't have a copy of that poem with me, and I think I'm too old to frame that innocence now. I didn’t write anything of that sorts after that, till that day when nature blessed me…. So here it goes…

MY first poem…

Naturehood

Flying crows,
Squeaking squirrels,
Whirling winds,
And flag with frills,
Fluttering like wings of vulture,
That’s the nature showing its culture.
Down the road thy goes a man,
And up in sky clouds form a band.
Pouring rain, throwing child’s play in vain.
That’s the nature showing its fame.

— Deepinder Singh Kalra
April 26 ‘03

Vo jo pare pare baithey hain….. (Saturnalia Part-1)

Saturnalia… What does it mean??? Even I don’t know…
About it, in the words of one of the bhoru gals of our college, “You know it is the biggest fest of north India…”
Anyways, today was the day2 of saturnalia. Day-1 passed with not much fun….
For me the day-2 started at 11:00 when I got up after been bitten up by a Pomeranian at the scooter stand of our college... ( that was one of my dreams, I had last night and I wont wish that it should come true, for there are much more happening dreams which I wish could come true )
Anyways, I was up and about by 12:00 am when I left for college.
Wont write much about the events of the morning, just give a brief outline.

I’m into the organization work of the Fine Arts and Photography Society (FAPS) events. FAPS organized Poster making, which was scrapped, then Collage making, jiske results came out to be just opposite to what I thought, as the collage I suggested to be 1st was declared 3rd and vice versa, and the last one was Rangoli, mere liye to Rangoli kamm aur Holi jyada thi… is bar holi nahi kheli na.. saari kasar nikal gai. How embarrassing it is when I’m walking around with some colours filled in glasses, my pants and hands giving a multi colored imagery. I myself took part in Quiz prelims, which was a big disaster.

Anyways, coming to the main-stage event. The Rock Competition, followed by performance by “One of the oldest bands of India, which has been entertaining Indians for the past 16 years and was now to entertain the Thapar University students”, The ‘Black slate’.. heard the name before??? I wonder…

Before I proceed I’d like to describe the Thapar main stage theory. According to the Thapar Authorities, (wont mention the person behind this theory, lemme name him Mr.P). So Mr. P, I think believes in the theory of homosexuality. Only this gives the reason why the guys and the gals are made to sit, rather stand in the same ground, but with an LOC running between them. He believes ki is tarah se aapsi bhai-behen chara badhta hai. But I fail to explain what I saw today. I saw Mr. P turning around, with his eyes escorting a girl to the stands… Mr. P seems to be a big Tharki mann se.. vo kehte hain na.. andar se aur bahar se aur… ;)

Okay, now I think its time I justify the title of this blog. Although we had paid a hefty Rs.250 just for entry into the Amphi stands, but we decided to stay out and watch the show from outside (there was a small platform kinda made outside, big enough to manage 10-15 people on it. So we stood there, thinking that we’d get a better view of the main stage. And we did, PLUS there was another stage of which we got a clearer view, the girls stand. Although the girls are nothing much to talk about, but their actions and their dance is. Before I give a description of the dance steps, I’d like to mention that the dance goes like, one gal starts a weird step and the others follow it….. Here it goes…

1. The Tick-Tock Step:- What we guys Head Banging, it goes tic tic for the gals. The reason is quite clear, hair style kharab ho jayega na… so head banging comes out to be tick tock tick tock in that order, with the head moving in perfect co-ordination rhythm.

2. The Machar Pakdo Step: - I don’t know what they call it for guys (coz I’m not much into these rock show terms), but for gals it’s the machar pakdo, as I saw it. The gal takes her hand up, opens it, slowly moves it down and with that the hand is now closed…. Yesssss machar pakda gaya.

3. The Mango Shake Step: - Untie ur hair, shake urself as much as you can, then retie ur hair again…. (I still wonder why gals look beautiful with open hair)

4. The Pata Nahi Step:- This step lacks co-ordination, coz every gal is foing, what she thinks is right, and jahan kuch nahi samajh ata vahan zooor se cheekh mar deni.....

5. Ringa Ringa Roses Step: - This is the best of the lot, coz all the above mentioned steps can be a part of this step…. All u have to do is make a circle and move round and round and round… (Merry Going Riung huh!!!) While Moving around u can just Tick Tock, u can Catch mosquitoes, You can shake urself, you can just move and move as if ur on an evening walk, you can hold each other’s shoulders, like we used to do in pre-nursery, and then jump jump jump… you can make a train outaa that circle you are moving in…. and yea… the worst thing, while moving in the train, you can move alittle towards the walls of the Stand, so that Blogger cant see you anymore… :(..

So guys that was the end of the story, as the ‘maal-gaadi’ was now parked where the blogger eyes couldn’t reach…


P.S. I was warned by daman not to write all this in blog, as the gals would eat me alive, or maybe cook me into dishes like ‘Butter-Deepinder’, ‘Cream Deepinder’, ‘Deepinder Masala’, ‘Afghani Deepinder’, ‘Lahori Deepinder’, ‘Chef’s Special Deepinder’… Now I just hope that most of my lady readres are veggies ;)

Ik Lalsa Jeyun Di...

Hi guys… Must say I’m back from a sojourn…. Seven days of experience, of art, of literature, of position, of status, of meeting, of dating, of eating, sleeping and studying a bit of course..

So the week started with some rumors about our respected dean, leaving the institute. The rumors, which on confirmation were marked as farce by the dean himself… but of course, need not mention they came out to be true… The terms like Job Motivation, job Satisfaction, job Enrichment, Responsibility towards your job, commitments, promises et all appeared to be kinda illusions in the mockery called ‘life.’

Anyways, have to get used to the news.. One thing’s for sure, I’m not gonna advertise the MBA@TIET anymore…

Anyways, Monday was gone with all these events and my MBA Mid Sem test.
Followed Tuesday where began the Acumen… I had given in my poems for English, Hindi and Punjabi, but finally our respected HR’s chose me just for the Punjabi poetry… It went off well. Some of my friends wanted me to post the poem on blog, so here it goes.. I’ll write word to word the way I recited there…I’d again pin-point… Its Punjabi…

'Bharun Hatya'… matlab, ik istri di usdi maa di kukh vich hatya… Par sirf ees karkey, ki uh istri hai.. ki usnu jeun da hack nahi… (bang on desk) ki uh insaan nahi… ki usdiyan apniyan koi ichavan.. koi lalsa nahi ??? Ihna Bhavnavan nu pragtaundi.. pesh kardan apni kavita.. ‘IK LALSA JEYUN DI’
Mai dassna chahanga.. ki eh ik ajehi istri di kavita hai.. jo ki bharun hatya da shikar banan ja rai hai…

Maa, meri di kukh vich, ik chirr ai si mainu ikk khushbu.
Anant sann jaapde aasmaan mainu, is jag ton hoi sa mai roobaru.
Khush hoye san mainu vekh vekh saarey, akhan ‘cho meri vehende san bhukh de athru .
Jithey mileya si mainu be-shumar pyaar.. guddiyan patoley te damru..

Kukh vichon mai vekheya, udeek sann kardiyan meriyan saheliyan .
Assan khediyan sa ikethey, te paundiyan sa paheliyan .
School ja padhai kardiyan, hor baniyan sann beliyan.
Uh pal vi anmol sann jaapde, ikethiyan firdiyan sa jadd vehliyan.

Raat soundi nu mainu supna aya,
Viah mere nu koi rishta leayea,
Sohna lamma laarha, aakhdey usnu kudrat da jaiya.
Jis nal toor dena mere babul mainu, keh mainu ik dhann paraiya.

Kubbey baithi sochdi sa kujj.. jadd kanni meri ik awaz pai,
Cherhdiyan san meriyan saheliyan, full vangu mai sang gai,
Gaundiyan san sakhiyan ghoriyan, aaiyan mainu yaadan kai,
Rabb ne nau diyan laavan suniyan, te vekhdeyan doli tur pai..

Kukh vich sundi ehna awazan vichon, laggeya kujj kehendi si meri maa,
Aakhde san sake mere, ikk jaiya chahida si meri tha?
Virudh si samajh saara, nahi si hack lain da mainu sah .
Anant uhna asmana vich, kitey nahi si likheya mera naa.

Koi nahi si sakhi meri jo takkeygi kade meri rah,
Hunn visar gaya jo paraeya si, bhullleya mainu paheli bana,
Babul mera na milna mainu, na milni mainu kitey thandi chaav,
Kise nahi si socheya, kinna si mainu oos lal joodey da chah..

Ikk fariyad kardi han mai jagg nu deke rabb da vaasta,
Ik chah hai mainu jeyun di, mainu mere supneyan di lalsa,
Je koi main sahara de, farh le ajj meri bah,
Tan kall bulayega koi, totli jaban vich mainu vi ma…

-©Deepinder Singh

Taariyan taariyan taariyan
The judges were impressed… I was satisfied… Got 2nd prize.. but the happiest moment was when Prabhakar sir ne mujhe bataya k the Professional Sir, jo bahar se aye they, he was really impressed. According to him, I lost my marks on account of the other inexperienced judges…

Tu Ghuggi Ae???

Aaho ji eh Ghuggi e.....

Well I think the pic here explains it all for the readers who know who he is, and for others I’d like to tell that he is our Punjab da Ghuggi Baadshah…. The Comedy King… I met him att CCD on Friday, and it is quite quite quite unexpected, to see a celebrity in Patiala, that too at ccd... Shayad Ghuggi ji di kismat vich si mainu milna.... ;)

Enough for today… The next post would be from where my road to writing commenced. I’d share my first poem, the one I penned down in +1…