Goooooodd Moorrrrrrninnggggg Mumbaiiiiiii…..

Do u remember the smile of Vidya Balan as she wished Mumbai Good Morning???

Who doesn’t!!!! See how she’s smiling….

Ok this blog isn’t about Vidya Balan… Nah Isn’t abt Munna Bhai either and nor abt Smile and its value to a human being… nah nah…. This blog is all about yippieeeeeeeeee….. :) MUMBAI…. I’m cominggggg…. :)

Hazaron Khwahishein aisi ke Har Khwahish pe Damm Nikle, Bohat Nikle Mere Armaan lekin fir bhi kamm nikle…

It was 2 am at night when me Suneet and Tarun were sitting with eyes wide open in bedroom of latter, watching a movie on lappy. Before you get any filthy ideas I should mention that the movie we were watching at 2 am in the morning, it was our movie. Ok! by OUR I mean that the movie we were making…. the story of which started just 32 hours before this bedroom conference…

Failing to recall the date I’ll start with the late in evening of Aranya’07 when I saw some great minds sitting idle in the lawns of F – Block. Sorry it was ideal minds sitting great… They were thinking abt script for a movie when the blogger hopped popped in to sit idle among the great minds. I really can’t forget the wonderful sight of 8-10 people raring to start with the movie making. But, there was no script!!!!

Lights Camera Action!

Here’s the script for the movie…. The idea adapted late. But it worked… :) I’ll quickly go through some of the events after the script was finalized.

2 Hours Later… we’re at my place searching for a ‘diya’ in a corner where I’ve always hesitated to step into fearing some mice and lizards. But there were none this time to my pleasure. Neither the mice, nor lizards and nor the diya :|

2 and a half hours later… Munching Lays, we started shooting the first scene of the movie in a dimly lighted room, and then a hand comes in to light the candle, with a lady sitting on the table…. Ok.. No filthy ideas please.

4 hours gone. Satisfied :) We certainly have great actors in our team…. (Readers who know the hidden secrets are ‘requested’ to keep their MOUTH SHUT)

4 and a half hours gone… no progress with the movie. I guess it was some rock show in college which we went to attend…

6 hours gone. 2 am we’re trying to sleep (separately at our places). When an idea strikes. (An idea can change your wife…. errr…. Life)

“Hello… Hi tarun, can we go to some school tomorrow if we can request to shoot the infant and school going stage of the baby girl”

“That should be great”

“Ok ask Suneet, Swati etc. if they have any contacts where we could be let to shoot the kids” (please don’t take it literally)

10 hours pass by…

“bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”

That was my cell vibration … I don’t usually keep it ringing :)

“Haan kithey hai? Ok, comeover to my place, we’ll leave from here”

12 hours gone… Pursuing the school authorities is really a tough task. I and tarun are at a school near to my place while Suneet is at some other school. I’m trying to get some lifetime shots with teacher Tarun Gupta teaching the students C.A.T... cat.. B.A.T…. bat… and ending the class with.. “eh tussi kall yaad karke ana, kall sunanga tuhade ton”….. Wonder if the students really learned their lesson to blah it out to their new teacher the next day :)

14 hours… We’re back at my place, I’m a little disappointed with the clips I shot. Nuthin Awesome. But the best was still on its way in Suneet’s camera. And that’s what changed the look of our movie. :)

“Roz nahakar baal banakar hasskar padhne jaatey hain… aise baalak hi jagg me achey bachey kehlatey hain”

16 hours… Together in D-Block with lappy, showing some new participants the clips we’d shot and thinking about WHAT NEXT…

16 and a half hours… Swati along with her frnds is being made to do Cat Walk in the corridors. She’s gonna be a star soon :) Just practicing? Nah… that’s the next sequence of the movie.

18 hours… The sun is shining and the café is the best place for us to shoot. Of course the girl won’t be studying all the time.

19 hours.. Amongst the shadows of the lawns. Congratulate the girl, she just Got Scholarship :)

20 hours… will whole of the movie go with just one dress.. nah, the lead actress is made to change the dress for one last 2 mins shot. I say it last coz that’s the last where she is seen. Not the last shot of the movie. The best is still to come :)

22hours.. at my place again, all jumping and exited… for the Movie? Nah… it was the jassi nite I guess. Jaldi karo Jaldi karo…

Haan bhai kar rahe hain jaldi, chaye paani to piyo.. My mom is confused as to what are 14 ppl doing all of a sudden at her place. “Deepi is that some party?”

Nah.. That was the last shot of the movie and we’re back to college enjoying the Nite…

23 hours…. Thanks to tarun for his amazing dialogues and Archie for her voice she lent to the movie :)

“Waqt bhi hath me rakhi ret ki tarah kaise nikal jata hai pata hi nahi chalta”

Ok, we had soft copy of everything now… BUT….

“Mere dost picture abhi khatam nahi hui hai”

25 hours… The nite is bakwas .. I wanna get outaa here…. Movie banana hai yar… and Tarun has his consoling words.. “ajj ratti asin mere ghar a rahe haan.. saari rat baith ke movie banavange”

28hours… Tarun chah banayin yar…

28 hours 15 mins… mainu adhey ghante takk utha deyin…

28 hours 30 mins… uth.. ikk dialog reh gaya..

28 hours 45 mins… yar gaaney select kar lao…

29 hours… “yar oh clip shoot tan kittio si ^%@^#%^ kithey reh gayi”

29 hours… “ok see this… looking good”

30 hours… “hunn bass do songs add karne ne”

30 hours 15 mins… haan this song will look good

30 hours 30 mins… its looking good :)

30 hours 45 mins ….. Climax…. Hey where did u save the movie? Ethey hi si yar…

31 hours…. (chorus) SHIT!!!!!

“At least we should’ve saved the copy of the movie… How could we save a blank file over the made up movie”

“Don’t worry I’ll do that again I know where is it to be placed”

“Yes, let Suneet do it, he knows it and we are still amateurs at editing”

“Mummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy”

32 hours…. Yawns…. Its coming out good…. Tarun chah banayin yar…. “Maii niii.. appey bana lai”

33 hours… Sleepi Deepi…

34 hours… Suneet Sleeping…

36 hours… Traun and Suneet Sleeping…

37 hours.. Deepi wakes up, Oye utho Saaleyon… kamm karna hai…..

38 hours… F**K… where’s the first dialog of the movie… Oops.. I guess I overwrote it yesterday… God! First thing in morning, call up Archana that she has to come to college early morning to record the (1 min) dialogue.

40 hours… Recording on “Maa meri ki kokh me ek bar aayi thi khushbu…. “

41 hours… Ok im going to buy the CD’s and DVD’s

41 hours 15 mins.. here’re the CD’s and plz add the xyz pic in end…. “Deepi hale time nahi hai”

41 hours 30 mins.. ok lets c the final one now…

41 hours 37 mins… write the CD…

42 hours.. Whom do we need to make the submission… ok…

42 hours 1 min… I’m going home to sleep… cu guys in afternoon..

50 Now comes the role of Vidya Balan junior…. Junior coz the senior has to come as this blog ends…

Yippieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……………. WE WON THE SHORT MOIVIE COMPETITION!!!!!

Ok we have to give a copy of the movie to the schools, that’s utmost important (has not been done till date), we need to edit the movie a bit before that (just did it last month)

Ok, now Vidya Balan has to be invited…

The movie was sent as university entry to UNFPA-Populations Fund for a contest, and the same has been shortlisted for the final round to be held in Mumbai. Pray that you people see another blog entitled the "Mumbai Victory"

“Itni Shiddat se maine tumhy paany ki koshish ki hai, K har Zarhe nay tumse milane ki saazish ki hai.."

Mumbai... I'll c u soon :)

Delightful Delhi

By now I’ve probably/possibly become accustomed to the 9-12 schedule… Oh no that isn’t a movie show timing, that accounts to 9am-12am schedule.. Here’s how it goes.. Trust me, its very interesting.

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to saturation:(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Naahhh I was Wrong, I Haven't lost weight"

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again, 'Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim again:(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “God doesn't listen to me... The guy standing next to me hasn't yet applied any cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a nap before dinner…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Chat at 10 sleep at 1 the sun rises with a BIG Smile :)

Next day again is very interesting…

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting…

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting…

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting…

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Chat to 10 sleep at 1 the next day again is very interesting…

The day begins at 9 am…. Oh what a wonderful morning… “I’m so sleepy :(“

Get ready for ‘office’… I’m gonna wear best of my apparels today… “God! Am I loosing weight?”

Breakfast… I’m ready to break the fast…. “But am I ready to move out?”

Finally out at 9:30-10…. Within the tolerance limit… “I’m late for the office… Bhaagoooo!!!”

Walking down the lane to the bus stop where my luxury car picks me up… “Is that the Blueline 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Office Office… My heaven, my dream place, by shakti my bhagti, my sanskriti my aakriti, my treasure my pleasure, my sun my moon my movie my cartoon.. “Finallly, Delhi has taught me how to blah blah”

Tea at 11, lunch at 1, tea at 3, snacks at 5…. My cuisines... “Wonder How I lost 4 kgs”

Work at office… They say Work is God! Its so true… “Did I hear someone say ‘Deepinder mujhe yeh do Documents aaj Sham takk chahiye!!!’.. ‘Ma’am kall de du?’… ‘AAJ SHAM TAKK’…. ‘Yess ma’am’”

Phew! Documents made….. I’m being praised and appraised :)…. “Ok I hear again,’Tune subha se kiya kya hai’… ‘Kuch nahi sir.. I’M TOTALLY VEHLA!’”

7 p.m. Day is finally Over…. I’m waiting for my luxury car again… “Is that the 623 or 611, ummm… its filled to brim :(“

Get into the bus…. I love the Air conditioned apartment…. “I wish the guy standing next to me would’ve applied some cologne in his smelly armpits.”

Reach Home… I have one hour to take a sleep…. “Tring Tring! Haan yar.. aur suna kya haal hai” I had to sleep right?

Dinner…. Hungry Kya?...“Mouth Water Water!! Sluurrrrrppppp” :)

Ok Sorry Guys…. Those were My Interesting Weekdays.. Will tell you about the Weekends and More Interesting Happening in More Posts to Come … Keep Reading….. “Did I Loose Some of My readers” :(

Jodha-Akbar… A Love Story?

Opening with a plethora of (perhaps made up) controversies the movie has finally released this Friday, and a movie buff like this blogger couldn’t miss it on any cost. So the blogger was up and about at 9:30 am on Sunday.

So early? Why?

Well that’s where I miss Patiala… Patiala, where this movie could cost me 40 bucks, would cost me a hundred and fifty bucks here in Delhi. And the Morning show 100 rupees. So see (this kanjus) saved whole 50 bucks :)

About the movie...

This beautiful, enchanting, amazing eternal Love Story began with a war between Hemu and Shehzada Akbar …

Oops! Did you made a mistake???…

Let’s forget it for now and move on.

Ok now the astounding, hilarious, rib tickling comedy moved on with the unforgettable and impressive dialogues…

Umm.. You made a mistake again???

Oh No! Ok let me be serious now... I was completely drowned in the ever enthralling melodious tunes of A.R. Rehman…

I agree... The person is God of Music :)

Well maybe, but keep it aside for now and let’s move on to enjoy the charismatic K soap…

K soap??? I thought it was an A soap…

Well yeah... the only thing which could define it as an A soap was that the villains and the vamps kept on changing and also the fact that the dialogues were indeed unforgettable. Confused? Here go through this one… Make sure u read it only once.

“Bano Bashir Begum (that’s one name.. sounds like chewing huh?) hindustan-e-malika ko mukhtavir ki inayat se apki khairiyat ki tazeem ko taveer ki tasveer se titanic karti hain”

Ok now... Without going back, just recall what the dialog was….

Hey did u say Chewing Hindistan Titanic?

And actually what the person wanted to say was “Hi! Malika sys hru?”

God! These people could’ve never ever used yahoo messenger!

Yeah.. and you need hell lot of patience to listen to the dialoges which seem to start in morning and end in evening, without lunch break.

Gulp! I'm hungry no more. Anything else?

I think I’ve said it all by now. Go Watch the Movie :) :)

Wait a minute.. what do you say about Hrithik and Aishwarya…

Ummmm…. Hrithik is Happening ( I guess thats the only reasons why the girls liked the movie) but not fit for the role. He’s still in his DHOOM2 mode as he walks into the warfare with a ‘cool dude’ style. And Aishwarya.. same as ever.. beautiful but married ;)

And their love chemistry?

“Jodha Akbar… ek aisi prem kahani jise itihas ke panno me itni mahattavta nahi mili jaisi ki heer-ranjha jaisi prem kahaniyon ko mili. Lekin Jodha Akbar ki yeh prem kahani … bla bla bla bla hai… "

That was the only cumulating sentence which concluded Jodha Akbar as a LOVE STORY…

The Rating for the movie…

Is hindustane ala ki chashm-e-chirag vakalif ki inayat ko hum delhi-e-patiala-e-reviewer dhai se jyada taarey nahi de sakte. Yeh humari shaan ki khilaf hai”

Ok u can stop re-reading.

It meant Rating=2.5/5

Delhi ‘o’ Delhi

Let me introduce myself again in case you’ve forgotten any bit of me. I’m the same old fat guy with no money who had been traumatizing you with his poems in the middle of night and his blogs every new moon. Remember me? Yah yah.. I know that you do. Its just that you’re faking a displeasure of meeting me again after so long. Ok.. “Sorry Bola na maine”. I’ll ‘Try’ to be a bit regular from now.

And by the way…. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Gurpurab, Happy Lohri :D

Ok baba Sorry again… :)

Life’s changed. Life’s being learned. I recall the day I left my homeland following a tune which came from a distance. I chased it blindly in hunt of the blissful land where it came from. The thoughts rushing through my mind admonished me with just three words. “Nothing Like Home” But, with no other options, and no other way to make a livelihood and to learn life, I ended up in this place called Delhi.

Delhi ‘o‘ Delhi, it’s a dish made up of ingredients which the best of cooks can’t chew over with a spoonful of Delhi. With every spoon you come across a new flavor, 100 Rs for two scoops of ice cream, and then being consoled with the gift from Englishmen “Sorry Sir!”, jam-packed local buses which indeed need a special mention, the traffic jams, and of course the homesick Deepi. I’ll take a pleasure to explain each one of them.

Ok so Patialvi’s how much will you pay for an ice cream in a cup, two scoops of it. Ok given that the ice cream is branded, and the hygiene level is the best you can expect in Delhi. And Of course, the shop is in a mall in Gurgaon. 50 Rs? 100 Rs? Hmm a lil close, but still you’re lazy to count a bit more. It was my first weekend here when I went to a mall in Gurgaon with one of my friends. Nothing to do, tickling the taste buds with the ice cream flavor sounded a good idea. So there we were tasting every flavour and finally choosing a mixture of Mango and Chocolate Fudge. The rate list said 50 Rs. Ok. The sweetdish was put into the cup and it was the turn to hand over the money now. A hundred rupee note makes it way out of my pocket into the hands of the recipient and my hands wait for 50 Rs being given back. But the situation was different. Instead of my hands, my ears heard the worst of words it’s ever done.

“Its Hundred and One Rupees Sir”

“Huh?”

“Yes Sir, its fifty rupees per scoop” and he ends it with, “I’m sorry sir”

Lesson 1 Complete.

Lesson 2

This is a good one for me. Getting up all by myself in the morning. Getting ready(that was always by myself.. hope that keeps shut the filthy minds). Making my bed before I sleep and after I wake up. Etc. etc. etc. Don’t find the need to exaggerate the things. You know I’m against self praising :)

Lesson 3

The Delhi Locals. Now that brings out my daily schedule. DTC local in morning at 9:15. Reaching the first stop. Then another local, or a preferable 15 mins of walk to office. The lifeline of Delhi, the delhi locals, is a mess.!!!! I’ll get into Punjabi mode here.

Bande te banda chadheya hoiya hai.. kisi di taaki nahi kisi di baari kharki, har dooji kudi laggey meri girlfriend wargi.

Hale tan sardiyan ne, garmiyan vich hal hor maarhey hone ne. When I’ll be forced to smell the perspiration from the armpits of the riders clinging to the rod which goes overhead. And I pity the ones who’ll smell mine ;)

The best thing about Delhi locals are its conductors. Just like a waiter speaks out the menu in a dhaba, these conductors have a ready to eat dish of the bus stops. They speak out the names in one go, kisi ko samajh aye ya na aye vo unki tension. They’ve done their job! Another thing worth mentioning is their microscopic, radioscopic, atomoscopic, bhoruscopic eyes. In a jampacked bus, at every 10 seconds they can be heard saying…

“Chalo Chalo aagey chalo.. bohat jagah hai abhi…”

Bhai kahan aagey jayein, yahan hath hilane ki jagah nahi…

But the guy actually sees it.. “arey chalo na bohat jagah hai.. badhtey raho aagey”..

Another thing before it slips out. There are two conductors, one in front, other at back. Aagey vala says Peechey chalo bohat jagah hai.. and peechey vala says aagey chalo bohat jagah khali hai

Anyhow, that’s all from my boring end. Cya later soon with more of lessons after I shift to a PG next month.. Tata

Helloo Moto!!!

28^th November 2007 The Goodnight News…. ITS 10:30 pm AND DEEPINDER IS FAST ASLEEP!!!!

28^th November 2007.. The Midnight News… ITS 11:59 pm AND DEEPINDER HAS BEEN SEEN AWAKE LOOKING AT THE CLOCK!!!!

29^th November 2007... The Din ka Pehla Peher Jagran… 1:10 am and DEEPINDER IS AGAIN LOOKING AT THE CLOCK.. LOOKS AND SLEEPS, NOONE KNOWS WHATS HE UPTO!!!

29^th November 2007… The Hourly Update… 2:35 am.. DEEPINDER WAKES UP, TAKES SOME WATER AND IS BACK INTO TE COZY QUILT!!!

29^th November 2007 3:00 ‘am’ DEEPINDER IS WIDE AWAKE AND GETTING READY FOR SOMETHING.. BUT WHATS THIS SOMETHING???

Let’s see…

Nine people had been shortlisted by Motorola for the written test for training at their compay. The test was today at Gurgaon at 10 am. So under such circumstances I was wide awake to catch the taxi at 3:45 am. Although against hope, we left finally at 4:05 am..

Cooly Calmly we reached Gurgaon at around 9:00 am. Gurgaon was a wonder with bigh buildings of big companies surrounding us. DLF, Convergys, TCS, IndiaBulls, Ericsson, Bata…. I could see myself somewhere in those cabs moving along with us, the executives wearing formals either listening to music, reading newspaper, sleeping and most of them tic tac toeing their mobiles… One of the ‘meem’s’ in a Honda city caught our attention. This wonderful young woman was polishing her nails. The scene ended ended with a fab quote from one of us.. “Style dekho, gaadi dekho aur err.. mobile dekho;) ) She held in her hand a 3120 :P

Anyways, reached the Motorola building, of course a nice one. We were asked to wait in the reception (handled not by a girl, but a guy) till the person we had to meet could see us.. We saw the various handsets of motorola being displayed at the reception counter… Mr. Wasan, the desired person was finally here. He lead us ito the cafeteria. A nice place with heavenly ambience. The coke cans one on end and the label of ‘CCD’ on other caught our attention and we were happy to think that people at Motorola are gonna treat us before they actually butcher us.

But!!! Yes a BIG BUT!!!! The smile was shortlived and it was actually marred when we heard Mr Wasan saying, “Everyone sit on separate benches, and please face me.” He held the question papers in hand and started distributing them. Finally out of courtesy he asked us, “Would u like to have something, tea Coffee etc.”… Damn !@#@#!$!!!! Was the answer I ate between my lips…

Anyhow the test finally started and here we had some blank faces gazing at the cans of diet coke… The test comprised of two parts. Techie and Comm skills. First the techie part, The comp sc. Students were expected to answer questions of core Electronics and to add to it the examiner had the guts to ask us… “Was the test really difficult”

Anyhow, the comm. Skills was bhoru. 3 questions, one an essay on which subject you like the least.. 2.. spot the difference b/w the two shown figures… 3) describe a gives block diagram setup…. In that tet span we were served water(mineral) and finally a cup of tea with double sugar…

That was the one and a half hour that we spent in te Motorola Building befre we were finally told to leave, with a word that 3 out of 9 students have done good and the final results will be sent to the placement in charge. The short listed candidates will then be called for interview in gurgaon itself!!!!!! We retreated through the gate we came in from, our eyes fixed on the Motorola sets displayed at the reception and a hope that they might give us one of those ;)

It was 11:45 am… Had been to gurgaon, how could we miss the malls. So spent 2 hours at malls and finally left back for patiala…

Now result Awaited and Fingers Crossed…!!!!!!!!!!!

Hazaron Khwahishein aisi..

Hi blog… m sorry but it took me 10 tries to recall your password ;) Long time huh?

“Hazaron Khwashein aisi k har khwahish pe damm nikle… bohat nikle mere armaan lekin fir bhi kamm nikle”

This blog wud be complete if I just jot down the names of the companies I sat for and was kicked by each and every one of them… but this topic deserves a lot more…

I was thinking about making this blog one of the Bhoru stuffs, but before the girls ask “yeh bhoru kya hota hai” I’ve decided to change the theme to something philosophically serious, so in case ur not in a mood for such a stuff.. u may stop!!!

It seems today is I hate myself day… So forward the link of this blog to 10 people and you’ll get a chance to love yourself :)

Just Kidding…

I’d like to start this stuff with the poem I wrote yesterday.. The poem I wrote in shortest time span of 20 mins… it just came by itself, but it took about 20 readings to understand what really lay in the poem. (Believe me this is the writer himself who didn’t understand the poem, so don’t blame urselves if u dnt on ur first read, perhaps many of u have already troubled urselves with it I think)

Anyways here it goes…

The Awakening

Shout into the distant lands,

For imagery of that soul

Which liveth to its destiny

Which liveth to its whole

I question its existence today

I question its very name

It’s said to be miracle to many

It’s said to be the key to fame

She’s fair, she’s quivering

She stands trying to behold

She utters of the Midas touch

Of turning me to gold

Awakened, I stood

Gaping at the door

Left pendular by a cold storm

Beside a candle turned sore

I live by my fate

Of no imagery exists

I live to the soul

Of no living desists...

Will come to the meaning of the poem (what I perceived) later… Today is “I hate myself day” because in the past one hour two of my frnds had the same words… “I’ve done nothing substantial in this life” and the answer to this statement, as put by another of my close frnds.. “tujhe aaj yeh khyaal aya na? koi na… hota hai.. mahine me ek adh bar ata hai yeh khyaal normal hai.. soja.. subha takk sab theek hoga.”

True…

But is that the ultimate solution… what if the victim of this thought really tries to go into depth of the matter and finally finds a solution before he sleeps… Maybe he can, but a solution to sleep with himself and he’s the same old lazy chap when he rises with the rising sun, and trust me these thoughts don’t come in the morning, they need solitude which only night can provide…

So where’s the ultimate solution, Art of Living? Can be.. but I’m inexperienced to comment on that, but for the people who’ve done the course say that it indeed is..

Not advertising the Art of Living, now its time to give the meaning of the poem from the writers’ point of view…

There is a guy/gal just like me and you who’s been gazing into the moon and thinking abt his/her fate… He has a deep belief that there is someone who will take him to his destiny, and that someone is who lives his destiny and has lived his life to the maximum, a wholly contended Godly figure… The guy, when he doesn’t find such a person shouts to that imaginary soul that he doubts his existence… maybe he wants to hurt the ego of image he desires to see so that it might show up and help him… He then imagines a Godess telling him of the power he has within, and in the end he realizes that he is still alone, but now he knows that the power to win the world, to win his fate and to earn fame lies within his own state of mind and there’s noone else who’ll come out to help him… The power which no living person can stop.. all he needs to do is to feel that power within himself…

ALL I NEED TO DO IS TO FEEL THE POWER WITHIN MYSELF!!!

For those who could relate themselves with the poem may continue reading. Others are suggested to close the page right away…

“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” … one of the essay topics which we were always asked to write on in our school days and I always skipped it coz I didn’t knw the meaning of the phrase.. I think I now have an idea of the golden phrase, but still I’m unqualified to get into the deeper meaning… One who’s won his heart has won this world… Don’t just read this.. feel it…“Mann Jeetey Jagg Jeet” Kaam Krodh Moh Lobh Ahankaar…. Lust Anger Affection Greed and Ego… control them and u have the power in ur mind and world at ur feet…

Mission TCS... Stage 1

The results were now declared and 133 students were moving out of the C-Hall with a self respect enveloping their smiling faces. It was then that our PR, Suhal came to me and said, “I always knew that you were selected, coz I asked the panel to tell me just one student who was confirmed from CSE, and they said that it was the sardar jo poem sunakar gaya tha”

Yippppieee.e.e.e.e.e.e.e.. I did it!!!!

But it seems to be so simple to say that I cleard the written and then the interview.. Well, can it be so simple with this “simple guy”.. Of course not… So here goes a brief description!!!!

The Written Test:
The test which was to begin at 10 am in morning, finally begun at 8 p.m. Tired, broken we sat in the air conditioned lab to login into the TCS accounts for the online test. It finally started. The test was fine, with quants as easy as it could ever be. I completed the test when 85% of students sitting there were not even halfway through. But, even after completing the test the idle, Oops bizzy boy wasn’t allowed to move out until “another 15 minutes” as they said. There were 3-4 invigilators and one student placement incharge, Vasu, in the room. I was passing my time swinging on the merry go round chair.. passing smiles to Vasu to the invigilators and also helping the person sitting next to me with the test. It was then that one of the invigilators came to me and asked….

Invi: ”Chaye paani peyoge”
Me: No Sir Thank u So much :)

He went away only to come back after sometime and ask me my login Id number and name. Further he went ot the computer room, did some tik tik on the PC and came back with a bluffing smile on face.

Me: Sir do u have the results?
Invi: Wait for 10 mins.

Five minutes passed when there was a boy holding a tray of cups of tea for the invigilators.

Invi (to me): Have some tea..
Me: No Sir thank so much.
Invi (Bossingly) HAVE IT!!!

I had no option… The tea was good. But was over soon, and the energy I gained from tea was used again with swinging and smiling and talking….
Another person approached me…

Invi: Whats ur login Id and name.
I told him.. he again went to the computer room.. did some tik tik and was back again with some wolfish looks.. By this time my 7th sense told me that I’ll be disqualified coz of cheating or sumthin..

Few minutes passed when we were told that those who’ve done may leave the room, and those who wanna see the results may stay back.. I stayed back. The invigilator came to me yet again..

Invi: Why didn’t u leave.
Me: Sir I want to know the result.. nahi to aise hi subha takk latka rahega..
Invi: You don’t like suspense movies?
Me: Sir parde k us taraf hia chi lagti hain..
Invi: Aadat dal lo..
Me: yes sir I’ll be accustomed to it.
Invi: 3 mahine me aadat pad jayegi..

Finally.. the stage was all set for the results of the written test… the ‘suspense movie’ invi was standing with a list of selected students in his hand…I tried to take a sneak peak into the list but was stopped by that guy… behind him stood Vasu.. I asked Vasu if my name was there in list? He said NO!!! the answer remained the same no matter how many times I asked….
The suspense guy started speaking out the names. Officially my name had to be on top of list. But I didn’t hear it even after the list had ended.. Shocked!!! I approached that person…

Me: err… Sir….. my name isn’t there in the list?
Invi: No!
Me: Sir Are you sure?
Invi: Yes.. Why did u expect something else?
Me: yes Sir.. err… I thought I had cleared the test..
Invi: No you have not!
Me; Sir was it the cut off I didn’t clear or was it something else?
Invi: You didn’t clear the cut off..
Me: (Shocked! Confused! Don’t Know what!!!!)

By this time someone came to talk to him and I got a chance to get a lil view of the list he held in his hand…

Me: Sir But it seems that My name is there in the list…
Invi.. with the same old smile…. Held out the form in his hand… and says…
“So .. How was the movie…”

So I was to get ready for interview next morning.. :) Interview in next blog…

The guy met me again in corridors and asked…
“How was my Acting” to which I said… “Nothing better than that sir” :)

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!!!