Vanjara finds ‘Himself’

Vanjara is back with a bang, coz this time he has found himself. Found himself on the bathroom floor in the form of a firefly. The small insect which caught the attention of this rambling blogger enlightened him with his own self.
What was the purpose of that small firefly sitting aimlessly on the bathroom floor, not knowing when will it be crushed to death! For whom was he throwing the light of its own, was he really aware that it was spreading light or was it just unintentional. And the fact that prevails above all, I don’t remember the last time I noticed a firefly in the daylight although it always existed…. And even today, I only spotted it when I turned off the lights…
Moral of the story: Dump the song ‘Don’t turn of the lights’.. Its sometimes good to be in the dark tonight ;)
Jokes apart….
Inspired by the firefly (jugnu) here’s the poem I just completed…

Main…

Mai aap di bhaal vich firda vanjara,
Mai dar dar digg k kharh jana,
Mai shaan teri vich jahan vaareya,
Mai na apne ton ki laina,

Mai him parbat di thandi hawa vangh,
Khabre kidhrey langh aana,
Mai langhna oos gali ‘cho sajjna,
Jithey tere murhkey vich tarr jana..

Mai dariya vich vehendey paani vangh,
Naal hawa de udd jana,
Fer baddlan sameet khushbu laike,
Aalhney apne nu murh auna..

Mai timtimaundey jugnu vangu,
mainu diney na vekhey tu keh kaana,
Jadd des tere vich painda hanera,
Mera lashkara tainu jach jaana,

Main na nahi, Haraam nahi,
Mai dukhan vich dhaldi shaam nahi,
Din da mai parchava nahi jo naal hanare rull jana,
Mai chanhna kardi ruh bhatakdi, Mai tere vajon ki laina…

Meaning of difficult words….

Bhaal-> khoj
Vaareya -> sacrificed
Khabre-> na jane
Murhkey- pasine me
Tarr jana -> beh jana
Aalhney -> Nest
Timtimaundey -> jagmag kartey

Happy Birthday Vanjara…

Year after Year passes by and there’s one day when you cherish the most. That’s your birthday. But this day today isn’t by birthday, but still is cherished, coz it’s the birthday of one of my reflections (wonder how many reflections I have).That’s my blog completing one year today :) :) :)... This blog has been a place where I’ve expressed myself. Related the goods and the bads.. The ups and the downs ( no pun intended ;) ) and I’m thankful to all my readers who’ve spent their time reading and posting their comments. I’d like to whole heartedly thank you people coz you are the one’s who’ve encouraged me to write and this blog of mine is dedicated to no one but YOU! ( Now don’t you ask me for the password ;) )

Well, every birthday has to come with some resolutions… Here is one of Vanjara’s resolutions:
“to write a book.”
Although a big resolution, but it’s a much cherished one.
And please, if by chance the resolution completes, read my book before you dump it in the dustbin, or at least let your children read it ;)

KLPD…

KLPD- That’s an acronym that best describes my yesterday’s experience with a girl I met outside the girls hostel... The meaning of the acronym will be kept a secret for those who don’t know it, and for those who know it… PLEASE STAY QUIET!!! THIS IS SOCIETY… AISI BATEIN KARTE AAPKO SHARAM NAHI AATI???? ;)

She sat on the backseat of my bike. Quite comfortable she was, sitting cross-legged. I could hear the air being breathed in and out of her quivering nostrils. It is not many times that guys get a girl to sit on the backseat of their bike. And that too a girl whom you’ve never seen or met before...

The story began when I came to know that I didn’t have any notes for the examination the next day. I called up one of my friends, so that she could give me the book which I’ll be getting photocopied... (Engineer’s life without XEROX- Unimaginable)

Anyways, it was 8 p.m. and my friend came down the dark and secluded girl’s hostel lane to hand me over the book. After asking her the syllabus and the chapters to be read, I was about to leave when someone called from back… and here begun the climax.

She was talking to someone on her cell, but softly she asked me if I was going to the college gate, and if I could drop her there. Undoubtedly I agreed and she was seated on my back seat, cell still in her hand. She was talking to her bf perhaps, but it didn’t matter to me as long she held my shoulder at times to keep her balance, and as long as I was having a nice time speeding up and slowing up the bike, and my heart beats following the pattern.

As we crossed the auditorium, the person she was talking to asked her to come to the guest house (which was on the opposite direction to where I was heading). The end of the uneventful journey was near but I was apprehensive of applying brakes to my bike. But just four words from the young lady stimulated my right leg and the bike stopped. She was off the bike and on her way, and I was on my way...

Quite a simple story, but the KLPD is left. The anticlimax consists of just four words which stimulated my legs to apply brakes..

The four words, “Bhiaya Yahin Utar Dena...”

The clock strikes 12, its 5th May today….

Its 4th may and the clock reads 11:39 p.m. Still 21 minutes to go before I turn 21. I’m updating my orkut album with my old birthday pics. I choose the display pic to be a very cute golu molu type’s one. I assumed that it was me in the pic, coz of the chubby cheeks that the lil lad had. Just the cheeks that every gal loves to play with ;) But somehow, I, now have to remove the pic, coz just my sis came and told that it was my cuzn and not me.

The clock now reads 11:50, I’m being constantly reminded by A and C about my birthday tomorrow (do they think that I forgot it?), the excitement seems to have grown up a bit, and I’m playing guessing games as to who’ll be the first one to wish me. There were many options overcrowding my brain. Will it be Archana, Chahita, Suneet, Tarun, Ojaswini, Richi… the list is growing on when finally at 11:53 I see my cell vibrates and it reads, ‘Brahmleen calling’ .. WoW, that was the next name on my guess list.
I pick up the phone, “Hi, I still have 7 more minutes to go.”

Its finally 0000hrs, “Happy Birthday Deepinder”, and I’m 21, eligible to be married. Phone rings, one after the other, B,A,C in that order, O, P, R, D, S, I on and on… I’m feeling hungry now after a round of thanks giving. I go to the kitchen, and WoW, there’s a packet of chips and coke for me.. What else does a man need? Its 1:29 am and I’m wondering why didn’t any of the guys call me up. I request ankit to please give me a call to break the jinx. He does.
Hey, here comes my sister, in a state of shock. She’s holding the half empty packet of chips in hand and asking me who ate the stuff she was to carry the next day on her way to Delhi… It was me of course.. :D

Good Morning Deepinder, its ur b’day today.

Great plans to begin the day, I had an assignment to make along with Harshit, so I’m ready by 9:30 and leave for his place. I pay obeisance at Gurudwara Sahib on the way to his place. Books begin my day, and they continue to when I leave his place and head for CL. Boring lecture on Communication etc. Its over and in the meantime Bharat sir makes his way into the classroom, to take feedback on the session and eventually to wish me. He seems to be quite enthusiastic, about what, I still don’t know. He suddenly calls out for other people of the Cl, my friends there, the cameras are on, and the next thing I know is that I’m in the air, just missing the ceiling fan by an inch or so. My first b’day bumps ever. (video uploaded at orkut) Officially they had to give me 21, that’s my age now, but one.. two… three.. four… phiiivveeee…. Siixxxx.x…. seveennnnnnn…… eeeggiiiiigghhhh…….. and everyone’s taking heavy breaths, they can lift me no more. I pity them too..

Me, Archana, Cherry, Suneet, leave the class early on and we are in my car, on our way to Sardar’s Fruit ice cream. “Let’s have the sweet dish before the party begins”. It’s too hot, and I hit a bike while in the reverse gear. We are finally done and I drop them at Cl, so that they reach the Cuisine in time on their vehicles.

I remember I have to pick up ankit on my way to Cuisine. I do it and am well seated, laughing, chating, and welcoming my friends. All are now here, when A,C and Suneet, get up and do some chit chat. They’re heading towards me, with something in had, probably the gift of the day. Yes it was. A story book called ‘Friendioscope’. Words can’t explain the thing I held in my hands. I’m ordered to patiently sit and go through it. I had no option. The moral of the story… My friends rock, I’m blessed to have such friends :)

There is discussion now about one of the teachers at CL, named Sarvpreet Singh, the yaaaaaaaaaa of the CL. You say yaaaaaaaaa and we know its Sarvpreet.
“He is actually a big flirt” Someone stated said that loudly from the gathering, “I tell you what, he is a Casanova” and I bet, it was so loud that every head in the restraint turned towards us.

I might post another blog wholly dedicated to Mr.Sarvpreet Singh. He deserves one.

The day, just like this post is getting long and longer. The bills are paid and we all decide to go to Sahni’s for a creamy ice.

The parties are over, it’s the lazy uneventful evening now, and I’m lying alone on my bed, staring at my cell and the ceiling, thinking of the day that passed. My first b’day celebrated outside home, my first birthday when didi wasn’t here and my first b’day when I didn’t cut a cake, above all my first birthday when I got a present which I can quote as ‘invaluable.’

The World Within...

I don't know how to begin to portray those memories which are looking out for a canvas. I remember the way we pen down the differences in our examination, by drawing a big bold line to act as an LOC between the two headings we've to compare, and to get the maximum of the marks, we don't dare miss a point. A lot of points to enlist, but too less a time. The things, however were different today. There were two worlds to compare, differentiated by a clumsy glass pane, there were no marks to be given, no one to be impressed, and above all, we were no short of time.

The picture can be very well seen if you're quite observant while sitting in the transparent world of CCD. When inside the aquarium you are among the glistening fishes, and you just look outside to make sure that anyone known to you doesn't catch you dating around. I saw something else too. It was coz I was sitting alone and the blogger's eye was on work.

His tiny hand was pressing against that glass pane. He was hungry and asking for something to eat. In front of him, and me too (ie. between the two of us) were two gals tasting the Sizzling Brownie. When the tummy filled 'I' was busy analyzing the gals, the little vagrant, on the lonely low side was trying to get a whiff of that tempting dish. He repeatedly pleaded me to get him something to eat. His hands open towards me but his barren eyes stuck on the brownie. He wanted me to request those gals to get him a share of their brownie.

The story above would have given rise to different feelings in different readers. I'll tell you mine. The helpless me, siting in a glistening world, just looking around, whiling away the time, doing nothing. Obsessed by the question, whether the beggar was genuine? Does the clumsy glass hold too much of a strength to turn the world around? Could I do anything at all to help him? And above all, was it really a transparent glass pane, or was it a mirror?

P.S. Please leave your comments, as to what are your reactions to the same story...

Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam

Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam
I think those were the words what he said when he told us what yoga really was, I remember him clearly saying Sukhm, coz that reminded me of one of the hot shots of my college, but the later two words are just what my ears could capture out of the frivolous shh shhh…

Okay, let me tell you what I’m really talking about. That’s the Art of Living, the ultimate abode of a healthy living. I haven’t done the course yet, but after today’s session really feel like doing it.

Sunday, April 15, 2007, when most of the lads of my age were busy with their dream girls or dream guys (as for young ladies), (It’s assumed that everyone is straight),I somehow woke up. 5:15 a.m. in the morning, and on the road to college, walking. I remember the last morning walk I did, it some 3 months ago, amongst the dew draped trees. But today, the things were drastically different. There was no soothing sound of that dew falling on the quivery leaves. My sight could travel as far as the sun was, as compared to the winters when the vision was no more than feet of two. I moved along, breathing in the seducing fresh air, my nostrils all swollen up to swallow the utmost bliss.

But, to mar the poetic fun, there were none other than our dear doggies, mere daayein baayein... (of course not upar nechey). Everytime I passed a doggie, my 4th eye (the one at back) stood alert so as to make sure that I won’t become the breakfast of those hungry beasts.

The best thing about walk in summer morning is that diet conscious gals can often be seen trying to shape up their already tucked in tummy. I saw a few but none eligble for NSP, and that was the time when I saw someone on a scooty coming my way. The mind jumping and the heart thumping, I had just started my poeting compositions and planed to write another five point someone, when she neared me and ………………………… CRACK!!!! Saarey sapne kahin khoo gaye….. haye hum kya se kya ho gaye!!!!! Oh no.. it wasn’t an accident… It was an aunty!!!! Bad luck Deepinder, Better luck next time.

Anyways, Mr. Punctual reached the college right in time, when none was around, not even the guard. I had called up some of my lazy friends to attend this small session of Art of Living, and had got positive replies at night, butt……. I think my comment box will tell you the facts better (provided that my friends are honest enough to comment!!!)

Vishnu ji came after 10 minutes followed by some other people, and finally the sessioion begun at 6:30 a.m…. the Art of Living…. About the session, nothing much to tell, just one word to describe it… AWESOME!!! After all it was all about Sukhm Shantanam Aashnam.

The worst part of the session was that the instructor condemned intake of too much of non veg. I totally agree with him, but why did he say that when I was to go to a party right away after the session :-
Anyways… now gotta get ready for that party…. Some roasted chicks waiting for me….
Jai Gurudev!!!

‘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…

Lady Luck @ Honeymoon

Before I begin with the post, I’d like to formally declare that don’t be duped by the title of my first blog after the Valentines Day, as I’m still without a lady, am single forget about the honeymoon….

Anyways, hi Guys! A post after a long time huh! But, this post, I’d say has been dedicated to my friend daman, not because he inquired me about my blog, as to why wasn’t I updating it, but the reason lies in the climax of the Movie I saw today.

The lady luck began in morning itself when C messaged me for about some plans for ‘Honeymoon Travels’ in the evening. The luck had begun.
I’d skip some portion and directly jump onto the afternoon when the rain God stopped the downpour just in time (He too had some great plans for me it seems). We were in the hall just in time.

The Movie Review…

For Girls: Ita known fact that ladkiyan vehli hoti hain… so gals... this is a movie for u… Filled up with all that bhoru stuff that you like.

For Guys going with friends who are guys: Please don’t go…. This isn’t for u... I’d loose trust for you guys in case you come out happy and gay…… (Take some words literally)

For Guys going with Girls: You’ll have a tough time, especially if you are going along with your girlfriend. I’m not responsible for the aftereffects, when she’ll say that the movie was good and you’ll be just left to ‘Bow-Wow’ before her…. In case going with some chill friends (like mine), you might like it. But make sure that you don’t try hard to find the gist of the movie, and don’t get too much involved in it…. Poori khokhli hai movie…

The Movie (Anti)Climax…
The Movies I see, always have a Climax…. Rather an anticlimax…. I’m gonna begin with another part of the lady luck (Daman please pay attention)
It was the intermission when a beautiful girl (must be in teens, I thought) turned back and smiled at me. She was fair, big eyes, and a pretty smile, and yea open hair (why gals look beautiful with open hair???) I was somewhat confused and otherwise exited I think. I asked C if she knew that girl. Nope she didn’t. I thought it might be coz of some kinda misunderstanding kyunki abb takk mujhe kamm se kamm 20 log mil chuke hain jo kehte hain k meri shakal kisi filane dhamkane se milti hai. I thought it might be one of those cases. So the story was forgotten, till the movie ended… She got up. We got up. She proceeded towards the exit when suddenly I had another glimpse of her pretty face, and I asked C, “Hey! Is that?????......... “ and finally Apurav concluded… “Oye! Eh tan apni microprocessor vali madam e”

P.S. For detailsabout the girl... refer to Daman’s blog….

Two weeks equals Two Years...

This is probably my shortest post after a longest time gap... Its short coz I have nothing to write as there are some things which cant be shared with everyone, for everthing else... there's Blogspot.com....
cya guys... :)

Poet bana Painter

Uncle Murphy returned with a bang last week when I had been organizing the Painting Workshop. After immense publicity and equal enthusiasm the day had finally arrived when I was to organize my first event for FAPS. The job was not that tough, as it was tiring. The event was to be scheduled on Monday at 5:15 p.m. A day before I was pleased with myself as all the necessary preparations had been efficiently done. But somewhere I was reminding myself of the quote which says, “When everything is going right, be sure that you are missing something”

Something similar happened. At 4:15 p.m., just an hour before the start of event, ma’am (head of FAPS) received a call from the instructor (who was to come). He said that it won’t be feasible for him to make it to the workshop as he had to go somewhere. (Uncle Murphy had made an entry). Phone calls were made to some other teachers and somehow one instructor was engaged for the event. The time had arrived when I saw the participants making their way into the venue. Elated I was, when came in the instructor sir. Co-incidentally, he was the same man who had taught me (or rather tried to teach me) painting when I was a li’l Deepi. It seemed that everything would go fine, But things were different, before I could think, sir just had a look at the colours and said, “Ah te colours hi ghatiya ne.” That’s it. I was left gaping as if someone had kicked me hard. Off I went to buy new colors, and with much difficulty I bought small-small water color cakes.

Well, wont write more abt the workshop, coz have something else to write.

Here I’d like to write my poem, that I wrote on my way back from Amritsar, when the poet was sitting silently on his seat with a pen and paper in hand.

So here it goes….

Eternal Emotions

Mortality in my eyes for the moments passing,
Sitting besides the window of my coach,
In those endless fields, I see myself straying,
I move along, pricked on foot and shouted 'Ouch!'

These pricking emotions, Last year I buried in field,
To forget them forever, I never paid a heed,
Passionately they today, embraced me painfully,
Erupting out with the ripened wheat.

Two months from now on the Baisakhi day,
I see some farmers happy and gay,
They had cut down my ripened possession,
Which, somewhere in a heap of wheat, silently lay.

A part of me was as happy as the farmer,
For I'd been parted from those emotions alone,
But the other stood sobbing, a lot calmer,
Mourning over those eternals who'll find a new home..

-Deepinder Singh.

P.S. For all those who didn’t understand this poem, don’t worry, you are not the only one. And in case you understood, you might want to see if u understood correctly, and if u did then u are the one out of very few.

Well the idea of the poem is something like this. I was sitting in the coach and looking at the endless green fields outside the window. I imagine myself to be strolling In those fields. While strolling around, suddenly something pricks me in my foot. I see and I recognize the pricking thing as one of my emotions that I buried in the field an year ago and those emotions have now erupted out with the ripened wheat. Then I see that two months from now, on the baisakhi day, Farmers would cut that wheat down, and my emotions would be cut along with. Those would lie silently somewhere in the heap of wheat. I’m happy on one account that finally I got rid of my emotions, but on the other side, I’m sad coz those eternal feelings would now form the bloodline of someone else.

Exiled on Republic Day….

26^th Jan 2007, when everyone had been sleeping in their cozy quilts or watching the parade on DD1, I was in the theatre to watch Salaam-e-Ishq. I had been making plans to watch the first show since 2 days, but Daman and Suneet refused to go with me coz their ‘intuitions’ said that the movie would be pathetic, and so did some of my other friends suggested. But the adamant 'me' refused to listed to his sixth sense and there I was sitting with Richi in the cinema. A day before I didn’t even know the cast of the movie, (aur chala tha Deepi Salaam-e-Ishq dekhne). Anyhow, the movie had already begun by the time we took our seats, in the middle row of a scantily filled hall.

About the movie, I don’t have words to describe that marvelous stuff. Actually it was not one movie that I haad been seeing, it was like 6 movies going on at the same time and a TATA Sky kinda system, that lets the projector man change the channel into the one he likes the best. The six stories didn’t seem to be interrelated at all, although those were forcefully made to in the end. My friends generally ask me ‘best couple kaunsa tha?’ Well, seriously speaking, it was sohail and isha kopikar, kyunki vo poori movie me bohat kamm dikhai padey they. Their role was like, the others had to attend nature’s call so chalo sohail ka scene dal do… janta khush ho jayegi!!!

SAVA teen Ghante ki ghatiya movie. What can be worse to start a national holiday. But things didn’t get better as the day passed. I had my finishing school. Sir, adores students who are in time. So I was there sitting alone in class, 10 mins before the intended time. Sir a gaye…. Time badha… 2pm, 2:05…2:10…2:15... I was hopelessly looking at the door, waiting for someone to accompany me to listen to Sir’s lecture. But, MY day had something else for me. The lecture had started, and I was there, ‘akela’. The lecture was amusingly boor as ever. I had been wandering into an unknown land when sir said ,”Now we’ll a break, and after the break you’ll ask me questions about the previous session” All time long during the break I had been thinking of a question… “What was it that Sir taught??? Was it a duet song that I’m to practice for…. No I was something related to listening.. listening to a girl??? No, Was it my communication with the Convener about the Vesta? Or was is another proposal? It was something else yar…. God!!! Someone tell me k sir ne kya padhaya tha…”

My new semester with ‘Guru’

The semester started a while ago. Here awhile equals a few weeks but for the Thaparians the time remains ‘awhile’ until and unless the Exams are around the corner. The sem till now had been a bit silent, as far as the studies are concerned, although my schedule has been JamPacked.

So let me tell you about my mentors for the semester. My esteemed teachers. (Sorry! I still don’t know the names and the credits of the subjects; I’ll try to enlist acc to best of my knowledge.)

1. Mr TQM alias Mr. Sahu:- Poora nam nahi pata, all that I know is that he is a sweet smiling pathetic teacher, or might be that the subject is so. I attend the class just coz our class is combined with the Chemical branch and ‘khapp paun vich bahla maja aunda hai’, and of course some other understood reasons, which ought not be disclosed.
2. Mrs. Inderveer Chana:- She’s no new lady to me, as she’s the same old teacher with spring in her nodding head, that moves up and down as words flow out. A good strict teacher.
3. Mrs Gurvinder Kaur:- The Thaparians might know it what I’m gonna write before any of my smallest hints coz, for us, the name is enough. The most elegant lady of the TIET. And this is the only class that the students look forward to attend to. The reason for this goes by a dialogue of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. “Ladke class attend kyun kartey hain yeh to……. U knw…….. aur ladkiyan yeh janna chahati hain k ladke class kyun attend kartey hain!!!”
4. Mr Deepak Garg:-This is the third time that I’m being taught by this Computer ‘Maestro’, or rather ‘Computer Mistri’.. PJ tha na??? That’s his class all about, full of PJ’s. One of his famnous PJ’s, “Jaise ek car ja rahi hai, yeh to nahi kahoge ke char tyre, ek steering, char seats ja rahe hain”….. Students laugh, and he thinks that they are laughing at his jokes, but the actuality is drastically different.
5. Mrs. Damandeep:- A dedicated teacher. Had been taught by her in Summer Training. And all I can say is that she knows her subject.
6. Mr. R.K. Sharma :- Ummm… He is a good but highly psychic teacher. He teaches well, explains well, but at times is too impulsive. Although he is smart(??), par pata nahi kyun Biotech di sohni kudiyan ne apna subject change karva leya :( Class sooni Sooni si lagti hai.
7. Mr. Bhattacharya:- What to say about him. He’s our MBA subject teacher. Again a good teacher, BUT HIS VOICE!!!! He speaks as if he is gargaling all day long. He takes half a minute to complete his sentence and another two for us to understand what he was talking about. Sometimes as he speaks my name, I feel as if he is calling some “Deorhindr”
   

Enough about studies… A line or two about ‘Gurubhai’ to finish the blog.

L.M. Thapar, the founder of TIET passed away this week. And our prestigious institute didn’t have the classes off on the day. But we planned out not to attend the classes, not to mourn of course, but to see ‘Guru’. Oh college life hi ki jithey bunk maarke movie nahi vekhi!!!

The movie was good, the best part was ummm.... can u guess whose hands those are??? Well, Daman was the first one to reach the theatre and got the tickets this time. How happy he was at his big achievement!!! He actually deserves a big round of applause for his feat....

Movie is a worth watch, bundled with marvelous acting jobs by Abhishek and Ash, and most importantly, even Mithunda has done a great job!!!

I remember the words of one of the girls as we left the hall. She said, “Abhishek ki acting kitni achiiiiii thiiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Her accent of saying was as if she’d suffer a heart fail, had someone tickled her ribs at the moment……

My tryst with orkut.com

Lately we were having a ‘Time Management’ session in our CL classes by one of the sexy psychologists of Punjabi Univ. She was asking about various activities that we do in our whole day. Students had been giving some of the traditional answers like ‘Swimming’, ‘Eating’, ‘Reading’, ‘Writing’, and all of a sudden ma’am turned to me and asked the same question. Without a second thought, I shot out, ‘Orkutting’. I still remember the sweet wide smile, that ma’am gave, when she heard me say that. Might be she was not expecting any of such answers, but I’m sure most of the readers won’t have any doubts over me suggesting this activity…

‘Orkut’ has, by far, become one of the most preached religions of the present generations. The post I’m writing lists down the various changes and the teaching that Orkut has given us.

• There were days when mailbox used to be filled with most of the junk mails, but now, Ahan! That junk has been given the name of ‘scraps’. Hindi me bole to ‘kabarh’, te Punjabi vich kahiye tan ‘raddi’.
• When the olden times saw small favors like, “Hey Could you please deposit some money in my account”, or “Could u please lend me a pencil/pen”, the ‘Orkutters’ have an extremely different demand, “Can you please Check my Scraps, It has been four hours since I checked them”, and sometimes the accent of the favour varies somewhat like, “Oye! Scraps Check Karke Dassin.”
• The otherwise immeasurable, term called ‘being busy’ can now be measured to precision. The measure of how busy, or rather how ‘vehla’ a person is directly reflected by the ‘Scrap Count.’
• The idea of how famous a person is can be had from the ratio of the number of friends he has, by the number of fans, plus the number of testimonials. So renown= Friends/Fans + Testimonails.
• Who says unemployment is still the greatest concern for India? People have now got a great job, depending on their skills and efficiency. For instance, ‘safai karamchari to clean up the scrapbook’, ‘photographers to keep their album updated’, ‘writers to fill their profile info in a highly impressive manner’, ‘caption contestants, to change their display captions and pics weekly, or maybe every day’, ‘Hackers, to control certain accounts’, ‘Aashiqs, to put up handsome pics and attract gals’, ‘Gals, to discuss cool guys and favorite K-Soaps.’
• Communities have been redefined. People who considered their lives to be too hectic coz of certain social communities they were a part of, are now a member of hundreds of communities, and the number is still growing.
• Gone are the days when we used to have a separate diary to remember the birthdays of near and dear one’s. Orkut Zindabad!
• Each person on orkut knows when the other person is ill, has exams, went somewhere, came back, bought something, got a gift, won a lottery and so on and on and on.
• The Computer Maestro’s in the colleges are just left to find out ways to access 'orkut.com' from the campus. And, as a ‘jugad’ is found out, it’s gonna be the hottest news of the day.

Log kehte hain k Pyar me kuch kuch hota hai, lekin yahan to baithey baithey kuch kuch ho jata hai jab

“Scrap ki chingariyan chalakti hain,

Tann me jwala bharakti hai,

Bhool kar koi to ek scrap kar do mujhe,

abb to orkut hi meri bhakti hai….”

My Firsts….

It has been four days since we all wished our near and dear ones a Happy New Year… But to many of us, the 1^st Jan is just like another day perhaps, the only difference being that we try to forcefully take a bath and get ourselves into cleaner aprons, and the evenings are marked by fun on streets or romance on dating spots. But this first of Jan and its colleagues brought it with many of the firsts into my life. The first of some things at could surprise any of my friends. This blog is dedicated to these changes in the blogger.

My First Night Out with Novels

This might seem a very natural thing for a voracious reader, but for me, it was just an out of the world thing. After I saw my Hyderabad tickets being cancelled, I decided to dedicate my holidays to bring out a reader out of this writer. I think I had been amazingly successful. I finished ‘If Tomorrow Comes-Sidney Sheldon’; ‘Error of Judgment’; ‘Illusions’; ‘Love Story’; ‘I moved your cheese’, ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ and am half done with ‘Godfather’, I don’t get much of time now coz of the college schedule. Anyways, reading is really fun… and the most astounding part is that my net surfing hours came down to just around 2-3 from the whooping 12-13 (In Holidays).. kakka padhai vich busy si na ;)

My First Morning Walk

A just another guy says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow.” Any objections??? I don’t think so. Now let’s change the frame of reference. Deepinder says “I’ll be going for a morning walk tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning, no matter how harsh the weather might be.” Hey readers, don’t look at me like that, I’m not a criminal. “I know I sleep at 2:30a.m. and used to wake up at 11 in the morning, but it’s a new time yaar... Believe me I’m going for a walk tomorrow.” Nobody did believe that. But, jo cheez sabne mana kar di.. Deepi ne to vo karke dikhani hai na ;)

Date: 3^rd Jan 2007, reported as the coldest day of the year.

Time: 6:30 a.m.

Theory: I was wide awake and ready to move my first step to my maiden morning walk. The weather was chilling. As I Moved down the road, made invisible by the fog, I could hear voices of rain over the trees alongside the road. It was the heavy dew which made its way from one branch down the other giving an illusion like the clouds had been pouring just over those vivid trees. The air was too fresh, and I all the way kept wondering of its fate when it’ll be all polluted and dry as the day ended. All the way down and back, I had just one fear, yar din me kuttey bohat khatarnaak aur bhukey hotey hain :( I didn’t want to be their breakfast.

Actually this walk had been an inspiration from a number of factors.

• Nobody at my home could believe of me waking up early morning, and that too for a morning walk.
• My friends thought that it was another of my silly jokes, when I told them of my plans for the morning.
• And the Most important of all was the Novel ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’, which said that when u need to achieve a goal, just imagine the results that would be brought by the action you perform on your way towards your destination. Feel the results, as if you already have it with you. I did the same, I saw myself as a fit guy sitting in the college and never sleeping in lectures ;)

My First Nine Pointer

I think my eyes deceived me when I saw my GPA to be 9.00 :o (For the previous semester). Did I see anything wrong, I still don’t know. I’ll surely confirm on Monday when the list is displayed. The CGPA is 8.22. “Not bad Mr. Deepinder”

My First Blog of 2007

Well, This post is special in three respects, First that it’s the first post of the year, second that its my silver jubilee post, and third that its my most technical post. Has been a long journey since I started blogging, and the readers have remarkably kept me in high spirits to keep writing. But I’m sure to loose many readers who read this blog of mine….

Tension na lo mittron… next time to fer bhorna shuru karna hai mai…

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 20^th 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!!!

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…

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”