lift mein.....sssssshhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

what goes in ur mind when u r travelling in a lift...have u ever thought of this?
my journey to the third floor everyday makes me think about a lot of things...so am here to write this blog...
well, first of all, i would share my feelings and then put some opinions of my dearies ...

whenever i enter into the lift, i just check if i am alone or with someone...if am alone...let me confess, i look into the mirror and make up in those 10 seconds...and wait impatiently to come out of the lift...seriosuly...i feel i cant even wait for 10-15 seconds...huh..
and now if there is some one...hmm...if i know him/her, exchange hi and hellos....or else..will stay calm (which is again difficult for me).....yeahh..i forgot to mention...if any smarty enters into it...then...ab kya bolu...sahi me kuch bol nahi paati hu...and i wish i could ever talk to any one...naaaaa......i cant do it...man hi man khush ho jao..thats all.....so..this goes in my mind...but frankly..i think alot...if the lift is crowded and then am like...ok leme check who is looking good, do i know any face here...oh my god..he is staring at me...oh yeah...if u have a crush on someone..then lift is the best place to observe him/her closely..am i right?

now the best part...let me give the output of my friends' opinions...my dearie says she feels heavy while going up and too light while coming down and wait eagerly to come out of it...well this is truely a medical story..

this journo friend of mine is all set to give a romantic k*** if he is alone with a gal in the lift.wow..thats a wild idea infact...

this software engineer revealed that he has quite awesome experiences in the lift...(confidentiality is being maintained in this case)

this beer drinker confessed that he sleeps while standing in the lift and thinks about nothing...ghosh...how could he do this?

my colleagues say that they are scared about the lift..they analyse the what if situation... what if the lift stops...what if i am alone all night...

and this man is quite excited about the woman next to him and says he adores nature and beautiful woman and would enjoy watching her when he is travelling by the lift.....

wow..thats quite exciting..isnt it...see the confessions...everyone has one..but no one realises...thanks to my creative brain which made me write this blog ....the question session was quite joyful when i was discussing about the experiences in the lifts...


so what r u waiting for? share ur experiences right here..

kuch ulta pulta...

कुछ उल्टा पुल्टा हो जाये। सोचो लड़का और लड़की एक दुसरे के काम कर रहे है।
देखेंगे कैसा होगा?

पहले लड़को के बारे मी लिखूंगी...वरना फिर सब मुझे बोलेंगे में feminist हू।
१) लड़का सुबह सुबह उठा और अपने काम पे जाने कि तैयार मे लगा है ... पहले उसे कपडे चुनने मे ही पूरा समय लग जाएगा.... क्या पेहेनु... finally एक dress चुनेगा...वैसे एक बात बताऊ? लड़को के कपड़ो मे रखा क्या है? न कोई रंग? न कोई design...pchh रखा क्या है...और उसमे भी चुनना....हेह्हे
२) फिर breakfast...अब ज्यादा चाय नही पिएगा...वरना मोटा जो हो जाएगा...और खाना तो दूर कि बात....dieting pe जो है....
३) कॉलेज जाएगा फिर gossiping और हा अब पह्द्दयी ढंग से करेगा...वह भी ध्यान से...
४) फिर शाम होते ही दोस्त के घर...उसके साथ बातचीत...पूरा दिन मे यह किया वह किया...इसने मुझे देखा...उसने मुझे देखा॥
५) आठ बजे तक घर और mom and dad के स्साथ खाना पढाई ऎंड सोना....
so boring na...

ab dekhenge ladki kya karegi...
१) सुबह उठेगी वह भी देर से...अब नहाना वाहाना तो दूर कि बात....कल जो कपडा पहना..वह वही कही पड़ी होगी..उसे उठाओ..पेढ़नो और चल दिए बाहर
२) no breakfast...as it is already late
3) college गयी...पर देर से..जिस लड़का को पटाना है देखो वह आया या नही...फिर क्लास मे ब्रेक के लिए इंतज़ार...पता भी नही sir क्या पढाये...कभी सुनती तब न...
४) फिर शाम को दोस्त लोगो के सात बाहर...घूमो फिरो ऐश करो..और क्या..देर रात तक घूमो और सोने घर चले जाओ...
५)weekend है तो घर भी नही...पीके कही पे तुन हो जाओ...
mast na....

अब मुझे पता है कि आप लोग पढ़कर क्या बोलने वाले हो? देर किस बात कि...फेंको फेंको....

kya yar?

thought of writing something about the Bacardi blast...but the news in the TV made me change my mind...2 phd students were murdered in lousiana university and both of them were newly married...and one of the brides pregnant... क्या हो रहा है बॉस? i couldnot see the victims' parents crying and speaking infront of the camera..no wonder if they were murdered for some bucks in their wallets..

i still believe homosapiens are not completely evolved..we are still the same animals with the similar instincts and show cannibalism..just that we dont eat the flesh of humans... क्या पता यह भी कही पे हो रहा होगा.

pchh..its sad..its bad..its pathetic.....am unable to write anything as i cant imagine how could one harm someone else..i cant even think of breaking an egg to fill our stomach...
anyways..i wont dissapoint my readers...i am just penning these words to vent my emotions and feelings...

i know....those who read this wont involve in such actions and those who involve in such actions wont read this..

thankyou....

i heard yesterday was THANKS GIVING DAY..
when we can celebrate valentine's day and friendship day then why not thanks giving day...so am here with tons of thanks and my wishes...

first of all, i thank GOD for giving me all the happiness, my wonderful family, home, and all that i have...

my family for making me the happiest child of the world and i would say, they have never said the word NO from them....they have been with me all through the life...

my friends without whom i am impossible. they are my strength and joy. i love them from the core of my heart and thank them for being with me....

and everyone whom i know for getting introduced to me in this big but small world....

last but not the least, i would like to thank those who have given me rebirth during my accident, i couldnot speak to one of them and never got an opportunity to thank him...i hope my thanks would reach him...

and my heartful thanks to all my blog readers .....


THANKYOU ONE AND ALL.....

om........shanthi....om.......

yesterday i watched this much hyped movie, om shanthi om...
now i distinctly remember that i used to blog alot in my pichla janam also...(strangely i started relating everything with my pichla janam after watching the film----yes. i would have entered this building if it existed, r my parents or children still alive???? was i looking the same???? was i rich? if yes then i could go and inherit some more...but if i have some debts in my pichla janam then excuse me....i am just her hamshakal...hehehe)

i was so excited to watch the movie as i was completely bowled over by the 70s istyle, fab abs of srk and sultry deepika...well just like every other movie i missed the titles and entered the hall when kironkher and srk were doing some over action of ma-beta scenes..ok done...

now i was waiting for deepika's entrance and as it was promised-the entrance was too good with deepika in a pink dress looking bautiful and srk adoring her...all together some scenes were quite exciting and till interval i have enjoyed watching the movie....Farah khan did an excellent job till then....

after taking a break for a while, i guess farah also got exhausted and took a break from the movie, handed the crew and the unit to SRk et.al and asked them to handle on their own....

now srk giggles, tries to be a YO- MAN and opens his shirt to expose his fabs..strangely they r awful and we couldnot stop laughing....
and then he suddenly recollects his pichla janam (all of a sudden!!!! wow) and goes back to his mom...ropes in deepika who was there to just do the skin show and arjun rampal just to get killed...
the movie started from something, mixed everything and finally ended in nothing....
srk, pichla janam, deepika's exposing --strong point but dirty plot...

i guess, farah who is very talented should relax with her triplets and come out with something worth while she is all free...but not in a ziffy and hurry to confuse the audience and do a cocktail business.

watch the movie for the songs...
dont expect much from it...

om---shanthi---om

confused cow...

i just read a blog where the author was describing about his younger brother's essay in school days...it was so funny and energy revitaling one....so i cudnt stop myself from writing this article for u guys...

since my mphil days, i have been getting this mail of an "essay on holy cow"..i have shown this to as many as i could..and now its ur turn.....somehow i retreived this essay and here it is for u....

A essay was written by a Candidate in an IAS exam I hope, You'll forget your English by the time you finish reading this This is a true essay.

The candidate has written an essay on the Indian cow:

Indian Cow HE IS THE COW.

"The cow is a successful animal. Also he is 4 footed, And because he is female, he give milks, [ but will do so when he is got child.] He is sacred to Hindus and useful to man. But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards. His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the milk. Milk comes from 4 taps attached to his basement. [ horses dont have any such attachment] What can it do? Various ghee, butter, cream, curd, why and the condensed milk and so forth.Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans and mankind generally. His motion is slow only because he is of lazy species. Also his other motion.. gober] is much useful to trees, plants as well as for making flat cakes[like Pizza ] , in hand , and drying in the sun. Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating. Then afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in the grass. His only attacking and defending organ is the horns, specially so when he is got child.This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards.He has got tails also, situated in the backyard, but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies .We are informed that the candidate passed the exam.and is now an IAS, in bihar.

any comments?only in English plss...if u still remember any of the words!!!!

whats going in ur mind????

whats going in ur mind after reading this?

well this line smothers me alot in many siuations.. especially when am alone...

i often notice people remaining silent, not speaking to any one and staring into the oblivion...so whats going in their minds..afterall mind is a devil's workshop whether idle or active....

when i walk on roads...i am part of huge crowd...herds of people going around...moving in groups or alone...i stare at them and again the question in mind arises...whats going in your mind? i know you are not silent, i know you are thinking of something...whats going in your mind?

i get into the lift, and silence prevails..the people in the lift either look down or up or stare at the door. hey i got one point here..dont u think lift is a good place for socialising? some unknown person, just next to you, your destiny is just floors away....wow....well coming to the topic again...the silence in the lift also speaks something...again--whats going in your mind?

bus journey is yet again another place....irrespective of the comfort, the mind works...when we are seated, the person next to us keeps staring out of the window, or onto the roof of the bus...again- whats going in your mind?

i am sure, something is going on...your not silent..your are not speaking..but somehting is there in you which is not coming out...

so whats going in your mind?

now write your mind..

bus ride in metros

am not feminist..but i dont even entertain male chauvinists....my stint with city buses in metros is teaching me new lessons every day..

andhra pradesh has been successful in providing RTC (road transport conrporation) buses since decades...i have always travelled by these buses and enjoyed safe ride...the buses have provision of seperate seats for Ladies, disabled people and senior citizens. the front door is for ladies, senior citizens and the disabled and the back one for gents...

but the days are changing...the time runs fast and so are the buses...none has time to allow only ladies from the front door...and gents never mind getting into the bus from it...i wonder why women never take the back door? may be we follow the rules...huh

now...the seniors citizens (again always men!! huh) take the first two seats and sit there...good...they r for them and they r sitting...disabled people always have their seats reserved and none can ocupy them in their presence.

now women are left with with 1/3 portion of the bus where they sit, stand, hang, fall and get up in the bumps...but...men always have the advantage..they r microbes...omnipresent...from the footboard to front door..they are everywhere....they dont mind falling on female passengers..they dont mind occupying seats reserved for ladies..have no courtesy to get up (ugly behaviour..)

its strange to see that the senior citizens who always turn up to be men demand for their seats...and never bother getting up when they see some old human in late 70s and 80s.....again its turn for female passengers to get up and offer the seat...now they dont have room to stand as men have already taken the little possible place in the bus...

everyday there are fights in the bus...female passengers asking men to move a little bit, go to the back door...and whatever. Men will never listen...they enjoy their ride and u know what? we feel like pests touching our bodies...they dont understand this....and have no ettiquettes and courtesy....what are they made of? bus rideis hell for most of the women....everyday is an adventure and most of the time it is nothing but physical abuse...the silence of women never breaks as they keep it withhin to avoid any disputes...if any one speaks out..i bet the man responsible for the act will be beaten up to death by rest of the women.

Ghosh..please....give us some space...atleast in the buses...we need it yar...

its time for vlogs!!!!

i really wonder how technology upgrades day by day...kudos to the brains behind it....
but sersiously i always lag behind and am leftout....
i wanted to buy a mobile with cam and mp3 player...i saved money for it...and bought one.....
after 2 months...its price dropped to half of it as more techy mobiles have come into the market...now i cant save money and buy a new one....just to get disspointed again....

but...u know what? when i feel like buying something and save money for it...and finally buy it...it becomes the परदादा of many things and am again left out..boohooo

forget about gizmos....even manythings on internet also leave me behind....but i am very optimistic and yeah i feel am far better than many others...heheheheh....

well blogging is one such thing...i discovered it lately but still when i came into the field and started the action..i feel i have gone far ahead of many....oooo...am proud of my blogs....and now to my disspointment....am again leftout...guess how...

its time for vlogs...but not blogs....
yes vlog= video+blog...yuppy its time for videoblogging...the concept is quite inetersting and i feel i must try my hands on it....but....i dont have a cam...sad sad sad...and now..i cant save money to buy a cam and start vlogs...

uffffffffff.......pchhh....so..u guys try these vlogs

o yeah one more point..i just read that Steve Garfield is the father of vlogs...courtesy femina magazine...thanks to steve for introducing the vlogs and leme see how many of us get into this...
the race begins now...........zoooooooommmmmmmmmm

know yourself....

there are many things in us which we want to know. so this is a small but funny attempt to know what we are...strict warning for critic lovers...kindly stay away from this blog. this is for pure fun and not to know exactly what you are...

hey guys....do u know how much IQ you have...well its all fun taking this test...so give it a try...dont be under an impression that Iq is for a certain category of people. click on the link and test yourself.
http://www.iqtest.com/prep.html?test=final&PHPSESSID=c3c64394df734e3c5073340885804e78

hey whats your vibe? do check it here.
http://uk.tickle.com/test/vibe.html

how do you keep your room? check how neat and clean yoou are in maintaining your room.
http://uk.tickle.com/test/roomstyle.html

are you a big flirt? check your romance level...
http://web.tickle.com/tests/hopelessromantic/

your heart is broken and you the reason behind it..but still cant thinking about him/her? then i bet..u must check this
http://uk.tickle.com/test/ex.html

have you ever felt that you should have born like SRK or aishwarya? no? yes? check this
http://www.psychologies.co.uk/tests_health_wellbeing.php?testId=3345

i know you are an eve-teaser..now tease your brain for sometime.
http://uk.tickle.com/test/brainteaser.html

many say my smile is very infectious. wow..am flaterred..
http://uk.tickle.com/test/smile.html


huh enough for the day...check these and have fun....yup..do let me know the scores guys!

chak de india"ns"!!!

i wanted to write this blog long back... but may be; i was bit lazy to put the words....but an incident in the morning and a pic shown by santy have triggered my enthusiasm and i am penning the words now...

i have always felt lucky to have a nice family, a good environment where i grew up and a nice land to learn new things in life.. i have so much freedom in my land that i never faced any sort of hindrance from doing anything...i love my nation and also the freedom and liberty that i have...uffff i think i am becoming lil bit patriotic..

यहाँ पे ऐसी चीज़े होती है जिन्हे देख कर लगता है कि यह मेरा देश है। दिल खुश हो जाता है और नाज़ से बोलता है मेरा भारत महान। selling everything on roads, pan shops at the corners of the road, religious speeches at the nukkads, celebrations during every success, let it be cricket or a movie release or some star wedding...india is full of fun and enthusiasm. there is great energy in all the citizens...

the recent victory of team india in twenty 20 has shown it once again. i was on the road when the match was going on- imagine the highly floated and taken road was empty and all the cricket lovers were glued to their TVs. suddenly there were balsts--oh my god....i was scared..but thankfully they were the crackers blown as a symbol of joy over the victory. from a 3year old to corporate CEO, every one enjoys the moments in our nation.

this picture of my friend made me realise how we indians lead a bindaas life. look at the pic, the batsman is an MBA from a reputed management institute, the place the match is being held is the management institute. and look at the pitch, it is the lounge of hostel and dustbin is the stump(s). wow, this is life and i have always enjoyed it. come what may, we indians never lose our spirit and show the world we are always ahead. after all, it is the freedom that we have here.

chak de india"ns"!

hobby day!!!!!!

haaaaaa...strecth ur hands, angadayi leke, prayer karke...u look at the time and see it is still 7.30am. uffff afterall it is a holiday...no hurry to get up and rush to the office just to get some scoldings from your boss.....
so u change your position on your bed and try to sleep again...the warmth of the bedsheet is too good to miss it even for a single moment....your mind is relaxed by the thought that there is no responsibility today........
after taking a nap again..you try to get up..roam around and then get fresh.....have coffee..and i bet this would be the tastiest coffee of the week, beating the ones from barista and ccd. the newspaper lying on the table seems to be a nice company and you feel like peeking into the world......even maggi seems to be very yummy....taking bath wont be in the agenda.....
i always wait for this day........
and mostly sundays are my favourites..........well i simply dust all my books, my cd player and ofcourse my wardrobe...my favourite cds gain some life......the characters in my book come back into action and the suspense goes on.

i shall call this day a HOBBY DAY...i come back to the normal me from the daily mechanical life....
spenindg my time on my hobbies makes me charge for the whole week...wriitng blogs, or watching the missed movies of the month, grroming myself and redecorating the house....all are fun. the homely atmosphere is what we all crave for.

the day is long enough to enjoy it to the fullest. a movie if time permits...and a small hangout with friends...gossiping with the loved ones watching favourite programme on Tv is all time fun. shaam ko chatpata chat in the nearby chat bahandar will add some flavour to the day....a simple supper outisde with family or friends and a milk shake at the end is perfect......
ooooooooo........i would like to wait for such day....let it come just once a week....but its enough to recharge myself......
a hobby day is what i wait for.....

my heart bleeds....

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see beggars torn out in their worst..
when i see babies being used as baits for alms..

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see people being hurt in accidents..
when i see people losing their loves on roads

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when bomb blasts kill innocent lives..
when kidnaps make families apart

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see orphans in orphanages..
when i see dying destitutes left alone in oldage homes..

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see families getting sepearted..
when i see parents losing their children..

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see animals being killed horribly..
when i see fellow creatures not getting food..

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

when i see pain in the world
when i see tears in eyes..

my heart bleeds..
my heart bleeds..

but i know i cant do anything..except pray for the peace of the world....


-swathi

i love my caste......

i know..after seeing this eye catching one liner...u would try to find out what my caste is...and then try to find out why i am in favour of my caste....and then if am against something here..prepare mentally to throw bombs on me...hold on- hold on...

i hate talking about religions and castes which divide humans and are good for nothing.
the what am i talking about? ofcourse caste again...CONFUSED??????

am talking about a newly forming caste...that is development sector.....we are young professionals who are dynamic, enthu, energetic and whatever......we have similar likings, we know the pros and cons of being in the same field....
we deal with humans...we understand the difficulties of the suffering and the downtrodden.
we eat with the poorest of the poor.
travel to their places. muddy roads are runways for us....jhopad pattis are our bungalows....dal chawal is our cuisine......
and above all the affection shown by them is our reward....
oooooo..i feel guys from this sector are too cool and quite matured.....and gals are bindaas......
as far as i have seen...even a kurta pyjama with a cotton jholi makes us look perfect. the ethnic jewellery and cool sandals are our identity. we are too comfortable in hindi. learning languages is our hobby..

one of my friends from this sector says getting married to the guys of this sector helps lot.....
now i feel couples from same field will have good frequency...so i call it a different caste..well this word is borrowed by me from the same friend.....

cool word isn't it...a different caste....

quotes of love..

i hate to miss even the finest beats of music....some songs are heart touching...and the lines are unforgettable....this is a small attempt to quote some lines from telugu and hindi music...

guys...you are wlecome to post your favourite lines too.....ha ji agar kisi ko dedicate karna hai to bhi apka hardik swagat hai....

correct me if i spell incorrectly...


TELUGU

1) dooram maha chadda dani..lokam anukuntundi
kaani aa doorame ninnu daggara chesindi

2) school kelli chadavaledu 123
ninnu chusi nerchukunna 143

3) naa pantam nuvvu, naa sontam nuvvu...naa antam nuvvu..

4) ee dooram ika raku ani...karige kalala...

5) ninna monna ee vainam naalo ledamma...eerojedp anandam champestondamma....

6) kallu terich swapname kanna..tolisari..

7) repati swapnanni..nenetta nammedi..n
ne natite roja nede pooyune..

8) ee velalo neevu..emi chestu untavu...
anukuntu untanu...prati nimishamu nenu...

9) pedavulapai chiru navvula daga...
kanapadaniyyavu nippula sega...
neetiki aarani mantala roopama...

10) nuvve nuvve kavalantondi pratikshanam naa mounam...



HINDI

1) simat rahi hai tuu sharmake apni baaho me

2) bahut si baate hai tumko kehni
ahut si baate hai humko kehni..
kabhi jo tanha milo kahi tum
to baate apni tamaam karle

3)aise gumsum kyo hai tu..khamoshi tod de..
jeena kya dil haarke..pagal pan chod de..

4) hai dance meri laghu ki rawani me....i am a disco dancer

5) dil ka rishta bada hi pyara hai...kitna pagal yeh dil hamara hai..

6) duniya me kitni hai nafrate
fir bhi dilo me hai chahte hai...

7) mit jave jo takraave...chale chalo...
koi humse jeet na paave chale chalo...

whose voice can represent India....

hmm...finally after venting out my anger, frustration, feeliings, emotions and bla bla bla..am writing something in cool mood. i must say this blog is on behalf of my cute cousin "hara" who requested me to write this.

she is an ardent fan of Emon and Amit.....oops..they r not some bollywood heroes..yeah u got me right..they are our own guys next door who are rocking in Indian idol.

i have watched a couple of performances. i liked parleen and pooja and now they r out...prashant is good to some extent,,he has the energy to compete...but lacks confidence..thats what i saw in most of the episodes...

ankita is too good as a singer..she aslo deserves to be Indian idol..but the fact that she should be the winner just because we need a girl as an Indian idol is bad...though am a woman, i am not feminsitic. i am not gender biased. i too believe in equal opportunity...so what all we need is indian idol..not some male or female winner....a prominent singer who can represent India on world platform....

now coming to the topic...my cousin feels amit and emon are capable to be the winners..
amit...hmm well...i feel he deserves to be voted...
emon is also a potential singer and has the energy to win...
so guys...gear up to see amit or emon as our Indian idols....oops....if not both of them..atleast one of them....
what do you say?

what am i?

many say...am sweet..
many say am rude and dont have feelings...
some say i understand others very well....
some say i believe in other...uffffffff
what am i?
i am a virgo and feel these lines best suit me.....
hmmm...do read these lines...so that u can understand what i am exactly.....and ya..do let me know..if it is right or not
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but i must say..linda good man understood me well....hmm..do read her write up on virgo to know what i am exactly..

Virgo is the only zodiacal sign represented by a female. It is sometimes thought of as a potentially creative girl, delicately lovely; sometimes as a somewhat older woman, intelligent but rather pedantic and spinsterish.

2) preciseness, refinement, fastidious love of cleanliness, hygiene and good order, conventionality and aristocratic attitude of reserve. observant, shrewd, critically inclined, judicious, patient, practical supporters of the status quo, and tend toward conservatism in all departments of life. On the surface they are emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for their habit of suppressing their natural kindness may in the end cause it to atrophy, with the result that they shrink from committing themselves to friendship, make few relationships, and those they do make they are careful to keep superficial.

3) But the outward lack of feeling may, in some individuals born under this sign, conceal too much emotion, to which they are afraid of giving way because they do not trust others, nor do they have confidence in themselves and their judgments.

4) In marriage they can be genuinely affectionate, making good spouses and parents, but their love making is a perfection of technique rather than the expression of desire, They are intellectually enquiring, methodical and logical, studious and teachable. They combine mental ingenuity with the ability to produce a clear analysis of the most complicated problems.

5) They have an excellent eye for detail but they may be so meticulous that they neglect larger issues. Also, although they are realists, they may slow down projects by being too exact.
They are practical with their hands, good technicians and have genuine inventive talents.

6) Thoroughness, hard work and conscientiousness are their hallmarks, and they are such perfectionists that, if things go wrong, they are easily discouraged. Because of their ability to see every angle of a many-sided question, they are unhappy with abstract theorizing.

7) Language especially they use correctly, clearly, consciously and formally, as grammarians and etymologists rather than for literary interests, yet they are likely to have a good memory for apt quotations.

my heart is bleeding...

switch on the TV. but plsss not any news channel....i have completely stopped watching news channels......i cant face the reality of the world..may be i have lost the capacity to digest the horrible facts of people being killed in terrorist attacks and other incidents....

yesterday i was watching the TV with family and suddenly this news item of hyderabad bomb blast flashed....we got shocked to know...but luckily no deaths were reported initially..i was praying that..news of deaths shudnt be flashed.....

and after 10 minutes...reports started pouring in....the shots of dead bodies were pathetic and horrifying...people were being identified with torch lights...

what is happening out there? what are these bombs??...where did they come from? why were civilians who went to watch the musical fountains with families were targeted? what harm did they do?

GOD...it is really horrible...how can one think of killing another...forget about enemity...
what harm did the engineering students do to the bombers?..
what harm did the viistors from other places did?

i know no one has answers for these question...it is not the question of fate or fortune....but it is the question of humanity.....
my tears are flowing.....my heart is bleeding.....i am no one to the dead persons...

now imagine the situation of a mother whose son went out to watch the fun of musical fountains..
imagine the situation of a husband whose wife and children went to out to enjoy the saturday evening.....
imagine the situation of a mother whose son was expected for the dinner.....

i know..no one can stop these cruel deeds...but still one can stop targetting civilians who have nothing to do with the terrorism....who have no idea of bombs and bombers...who have their families and are the sole bread earners for many hungry stomachs.....
who are the lives of many other lives....

May all souls rest in peace...
May God punish the brutal killers...

Is this the right way?

am proud to be an Indian...mujhe jitna freedom hai is desh me..aur kisi ko kaha?
this year is something special. its the 60th anniversary of Indian Independence...wow..its been 60 years....hmm..websites, emails, text messages, radion channels, television, everywhere, it is the celebration of freedom..

seems, the three vibrant colours of Indian flag are enough to fill hues in the world...its been a happy day for me..except for one thing...

since morning, i am glued to the TV.....telugu movies are rocking the channels and i was geared up to watch all the movies without a break...i was eagerly watching my favourite patriotic telugu movie, khadgam, in one of the TV channels...and suddenly this commercial appears for toothpastes and toilet soaps...

but this day..they are airing the National Anthem sung by legendary singers of India. it is great to watch them singing national anthem in different beats.. am proud to have such great singers, musicians and creative brains to picturise national anthem so beautifully...

but is national anthem worth watching in TV every 30 min eating food or sleeping on the floor, cleaning house or taking rest on bean bag???????? NO. when i saw the national anthem being aired, i stood up with respect, but to the sickest part, the Tv channel has been airing it....


Please...... it is our NATIONAL ANTHEM and not some movie song which can be aired whenever wanted...sick to see people advertising their company at the end and claiming it to be the voice of one billion people. We do respect our nation and also everything related to it..

but i personally feel that national anthem is something precious and is not supposed to be aired whenever wanted....

these are my personal views and i strongly condemn this act....if anyone has any objection to it..am sorry...

beauty undiscovered

its been a long time since i travelled by day time trains...my recent trip from chattisgarh to andhra during day time made me discover some beautifl locales...the route from CG to AP crosses the borders of orissa. the weather on the day of journey was awesome...and i have enjoyed every bit of it...the black clouds, green trees with dew drops on the leaves, the wet soils and the fragrance..the cool breeze touching the cheeks, hands and hair and giving a soothing feeling in the body.....the rain drops playing hide and seek.....wow....it was a lifetime experience...the orissa line was simply mind blowing...the green hills with thick vegetation are a feast for eyes..

the virgin locales are conveying a message of beauty. i cudnt digest the fact that these places are still undiscovered..but again felt happy for not being discovered...

the potential hill stations...can be eco friendly places for hangout and learnings.....i wish i could stay there for a while with my loved ones....

straight thinking............

achchayi ka jamana nahi raha hai.....if a girl is sincere towards her aims and ethics, she is considered to be different. recently i had a small but effective conversation with a guy who claimed to be my admirer (i wonder what makes him admire me?) after avoiding his calls and not replying to his mails....i thought let me talk to him for the last time and tell him bluntly that i am not interested in talking to him....he called me on my phone....and our conversation went on like this...

guy: hello...hi..how are you?
me: hi..am fine. just busy with my work
g: today is weekend..what makes you work till late evening...
m: oh..i hv got some work..so just busy with it...
g: well am unable to forget you...so i am calling you up...i want to talk to you...can i talk to you for a while
m: yes. no problem. carryon
g: ok. so is anybody there in your office? or alone.
m: yes..there are some colleagues of mine...
g: then there must be someone special in your office which is making you stay till evening
m: (annoyed by the statement) look, am here to work but not to chill out with guys..i told you several times that i am not interested in guys and dont prefer to hangout with them frequently
g: why dont you go out with guys???
m: am not the one who is interested in chilling out..i have some principles and stick to them..and dont even like to encourage such phone calls..
g: you are not interested in guys??? oh..are you a lesbian?????
m: ???????? (almost fainted)..what...excuse me....

and the conversation became one way... i scolded him from the core of my heart and warned him not to call me ever again in the future...

i believe...there is no room for sincerety in the present day world.....whats wrong if i dont like to hangout with guys and prefer to stay home or have a nice talk with my friends who are girls? does it mean that I dont think straight????????

relations and complexities

(these are my views....)

From LKG to PG, we keep meeting people. At different stages of life, it is a different experience. I am still in touch with one of my kindergarten classmates. I have no idea how the bonding starts and maintains the relation.

Then when we switch on to the school days.. it is a life of primitive feelings. We are new to a world where we are exposed to hundreds of people. We are in an early stage of friendship and don’t know what it is…but still manage to have a talk and interaction with the classmates. Many of the classmates, neighborhood friends and of course those who used to come with me in rickshaw,,, I remember all of them. But still, many others recognize me and say they know me since my school days.

And then, we suddenly come to the higher secondary school where the politics begin. We start differentiating, between people. Groups are formed and memberships are unique. We carve a niche for our feelings…yes and the most important part is friendship with guys, links, affairs.. huh…
Half of them overcome these, half of them pass through…

And then the college days.. God knows what kind of hormones are released at this stage.. again new people and new feelings…but this time…talking too much to a guy may result in an affair.. so a “stay away” attitude.. mom, dad and if possible, the siblings,…everyone has an eye on you. These are the days of extreme pressure of studies, exams, career and what not…I guess, going through the adolescent phase is the toughest part of ones life..

And finally, graduate school….this time,, we think we are matured enough and are in a position to decide what’s right and what’s wrong (but I feel we are not).
We are a little bit stabilized, have the attitude of chill out, and start enjoying our life in our own way…dresses, cosmetics, movies and food zones are a fancy at this stage. Gossiping takeover all other issues leaving us in separate groups. We shift groups often and become rivals or the best buddies of each other…

And then postgraduation or the job days,,,
Personally, I feel this is the most stabilized age of ones life…we meet new people but not very frank with them. The bonding starts slowly,, if it tunes well, will stay forever…if it doesn’t, we are the best enemies…yeah I do have hell lot of them…
In job front, we again have a niche,,, colleagues and outside friends…have a separate inclination towards each other…

Apart from this straight interaction, we meet others as part of journeys, outside classrooms, tuitions, neighborhood, families and relatives.. and what not.. and yes most important…internet..

It is indeed a web of relations in ones life. We are part of them and we maintain statuesque…it is inseparable…we learn new things…we teach others…
We are benefited, we are ditched, we hate them.. we love them…we talk to them…we avoid them…

After all…these are relations inclusive of complexities….

nomadic zindagi

the green leaves attracted my attention..and i bought them in an instant....the beautiful flowers have no cmparision..so i got them for decoration..the butterflies of different sizes have no better place than my wall.......
the cute teddy found its place in the corner of my room resting with my sweet doll TIYA....
the pictures of our family are giving added charm to my small room....i was living in this beautiful exclusive world of mine....a world that is created by me..decorated by me...a place of comfort and joy which gives me a warm feeling that am staying at my parents' place...

one (not so) fine day..i was told to that i have to shift to another city...now.. one can imagine only tears and nothing else...i simply couldnt remove the decorated stuff and put them in a sack.....i moved out with my essentials to survive and left everything back...

this nomadic life of mine is teaching me lessons for life...a lesson every girl has to learn...

subah hote hi..boriya bistar bandho..aur chalo nayee jagah pe....

i wish i can have some stable life....

celebrities' acts to be stopped

if anyone asks me about my favourite lines..i would definitely like to narrate the most adorable national anthem..but i will never do that as i have due respect towards the anthem and wont prefer to recite it everywhere..and whenever i feel like...my school and parents have given me some ettiquets and told me the morals about being patriotic.

i still remeber the incident when i found a piece of national flag lying on the ground after the eve of independence day..i walked into the middle of the traffic, controlling it by hands and picked the flag and put it in my bag...how can one even think of insulting our nation's pride..

i am writing this blog to vent out my feelings..

the recent incident of mandira bedi wearing a sari of different national flags has risen my temperature...who the hell has designed the sari and what happened to her brain and charisma...she should be hung in the middle of the road for even accepting to wear a sari where our national flag is lying below the knees..it is not the matter of the position of the flag..but am surprised how pathetically she accpeted to wear it....where has her patriotism gone? in the last worldcup, she shocked the audience by wearing spagetti blouses..ok..it is accepted to some extent on the contexts "something is better than nothing"..but this time she has done enough....

well sachin tendulkar is also no exception..what happened to his much talked and hyped patriotism....why the hell did he cut the cake carrying the design of the tricolour..is he colourblind to see the flag lying on the cake or was he tempted so much by the cake that he has overlooked it?

none should be spared by such acts...these are not mistakes that are happening unknowingly..people have a chance to recognise where we are right and where we are wrong...
i think its time to implement some srtict laws against the celebrities who insult our nation in anyway...

face creams...

the lady in the pink dress is dark in complexion and is rejected a job in some organisation..(i wonder which organisatiuon looks at the skin complexion and offers a job?) she goes out..apply some xyz face cream and comes back to the same organization...she is now beautiful and is given the same job (again-again...which company would have the job open for 4-6 weeks..i hope i would also get some offer like that)...well coming to the context.. most of the people get carried away by such ads and buy those senseless face creams and experiment with their skin....nowawadys..even men are not left by these ads..they r also being provided by some new brands promising them a fair complexion in 6-8 weeks.
i met this guy after a long time...we finished our college and got placed in the same organisation...we were on vacation for more than a month before joining the job.....after some 6-7 weeks.. both of us along with 2 more girls met in our company and were happy by the reunion and were quite excited to do job in the same company..yeah..4 of us were good friends in the college too.
during our discussion, i noticed a drastic change in the guy’s face but still i couldn’t trace any. out of curiosity i put fwd my feelings and told him that i was sensing some major change in his face..he threw a sarcastic smile and discontinued the conversation...unable to resist the temptation, i told him that i felt he turned dark and his complexion is awful...
knowing that i noticed it...he replied... “yar woh ladke logo ka fairnesss cream hai na..use apply kiya aur bilkul bahar hi nahi gaya ghar se...dar tha ki bahar jaane se sun-tan ho jayega..socha 6 hafto me gora ban jaaunga...lekin afsos...pehle se kaala ho gaya hu...ab kya karuu..kisiko muh dikhane layak nahi bacha.”
poor my friend...i could not stop laughing at his innocence and the way he believed in that stupid ad...
i still remember the incident whenever we meet and we laugh heart fully...

live dhoom scenes ........

kahi bhi mud ja..,kabhi bhi mud jao.. kaise bhi mud jaao..yeh raipur traffic hai..sab chalta hai..
this is the attitude of most of the raipur citizens. if u can drive on the roads of raipur and survive the traffic, then i bet u can drive in any nook and corner of the world. i have witnessed the worst raffic here..may be there are still more places to see in the world...but my stay in this place made me write this blog.
u drive on the roads with thoughts sprawling in ur mind.. Suddenly u r hit or overtaken by a rocket speed bike...as if the rider is in the bomb squad and going to disconnect it.
the rickshaw-walas are the sweetest ones here...they r hit by another rickshaw or a bicycle or by some car...they simply move on unless they r badly hit and never takeup a fight as hitting is their daily business.... so this shows that u can hit anyone on the road and simply proceed.
next to these are the mini busses...u see n-number of them moving on the roads..the conductors and the drivers shouting at their pitch to attract the passengers...these r real pushpaks of the city as they can accommodate any number of passengers ...the conductors have real talents.. u can see how they make u fit in 2 inches space...once u r inside, the bus starts off and stops in 10 ft distance waiting for some more passengers to board in the no-room bus.
then the competition start between the buses and u can feel as if u r in the flight and zooming off to the next city.
the autowalas are no exception, u feel the joy of rollercoaster by sitting inside these auto ricks as they can take turn in a narrow one-way traffic road as well.. koi kuch kehne wala thodi hai yaha pe?
i was surprised and received a little bit shock when my niece, four years old, said this by showing her hand to the car driver who was taking turn just infront of us in the wrong direction....”yeh tu kaha mud aa raha hai”...
hmm so if u wanna test ur driving skills then u r always welcome to the city of traffic nuisance-
..kyonki yeh raipur ka traffic hai

senseless behaviour

we often watch people behaving stupidly on the roads, or some scenes in movies, or we ourselves behave in such a manner....here i am trying to quote some incidents...enjoy

1) once i was traveling by ac coach. i was about to open the door but suddenly saw a big cockroach jumping on me..i screamed at my pitch and threw it away...some gentleman in the mean time tried to open the door and i pulled him off the door by holding his shirt from the back. unable to comprehend the situation, he asked me.”kya hua mem saab?” i told him that there was a cockroach in the crevices of the door ...he replied to my statement “isko sarkar ne paal rakha hai madam..yeh aapko kya karega.? daro to sarkari logo se daro” well the statement received a good laughter but i was given enough scoldings for the lifetime by my mom for my senseless behaviour in the public...mujhe lagta hai ki..kuch choti si cheeze bahut mayine rakhta hai..aur bahut kuch hume sikhate bhi hai...

2) once i went out with a group of friends in hyd..we were enjoying the evening walk on the tankbund and seated ourselves in one of the chairs...the beauty of the lake and the sunset were awesome and we were adoring the scenary.. suddenly my eyes caught a married couple enjoying the evening on the same grounds...unfortunately they were so immersed in their conversation that the husband started behaving in such a way as if they were in their bedroom. well, who can resist such scenes in the public...all of our friends started watching them...but the couple seems to had no problem with us..they were in their own world and enjoyed the evening providing us entertainment for a long time.... well i seriously believe that u should have some sense of public behaviour and act decently...otherwise it is nothing but stupidity on ur part.

kisko dekhke kya hua....

kuch cheezo ko dekhenge to achcha hona to dooor ki baat...bura bhi usse bhaag jayega...some of such incidents...

1) kuch jagah ki gandhagi ko dekho to machchar bhi bhaag jayenge..
2) kuch logon ki makeup dekho to ultiyo ko bhi ulti ho jayegi...
3) kuch logo ko padhao to hum apne naam bhi bhool jayenge..
4) kuch heroines ko dekho to theater ka screen bhi phat jayega
5) kuch gaane suno to kaan me hemorrhage ho jayega
6) kuch logo se mobile pe baat karo...poora signal range bandh ho jayega

fitness mantra

my mom used to shout at me, plead and request..not to have junk food and eat less....fir bhi hum mom ki baatein kyo sunenge...as a result, i have put up hell lot of weight and now i am on a mission to reduce it...i have got suggestions from my well wishers to lose some kilos so as to look normal atleast....
initially i gave a deaf ear to them..but after looking at my convo photos in sari, i have realised my mistake and decided to go for a morning walk...
well, i had looked for the muhurat and finally kickedoff..
day 1 ..was not bad, i walked for 1 km and was back home in 10 min...hmmm no mazaa at all...
day 2..i extended my walk for 1 1/2 km and enjoyed it a little bit...
after a week, i started loving my walk..but realised that mere walking wouldnot help in losing weight...
hence i joined the gym finally....i was so thrilled by the idea that i was joining the gym and could lose some kilos at the cost of rs 500/ month...
day 1- i asked my trainer to show me the exercises...all of them were floor exercises and had nothing to do with the equipment except for the joggers pad...well i dont need that as i walk for 2 km a day...
day 2- i got some insecurity feeling after i saw the crowd..they r double my size and i was almost looking like a slim doll infront of them..what if i dont lose weight even after torturing my muscles and suffering from body pains...oh god....
kaash main utna jyada khaana nahi khaati and mom ki baat sunati....boohooo
so guys..beware of the junk food and better dont become the couch potatoes..else u also have to torture ur body in the future...

about me....

orkutting is a fancy nowadays....well..the very first column that we see when we visit the profiles is ABOUT ME..
i just love to read it and now think its time to write something on it....
some r funny..some are unreal..some r .....
here r some of them....copy pasted...enjoy...

a) m vry short temper gal so plsssss

b) (here is a bio data..a complete CV------read it--)
Hii my name is (.....),,,I am a computer graduate,,a higher diploma holder in IT,,& a Microsoft professional,,a self made man,a responsible son,a good brother,a reliable friend,& a competitive & confident professional,,I play different roles in my life,,& i play them wid perfection,,life has always been a battle for me,,& i am a ONE MAN ARMY,,my strengths are my confidence,my determination & my need,these are God's blessings for me,& every blessing comes wid a sense of responsibility widin u,so i am responsible for watever i do,& i enjoy being like dat,,it is a jungle outthere,& i need to survive,,survival by fighting through it,making ur way out of the dangerous woods,& i have been doing it since my childhood,i have done a good job so far & planning so many things for my future,,MY FUTURE MIGHT NOT BE BRIGHT,,BUT IT IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR IT,,SO WHO AM I,,;....,,**MAN OF PRIDE**

c) dnt have any words to explain what i m

d) (here is a philosophical touch)
"When going gets tough the tough gets going".No doubt life is really difficult but we shld always take it as a challenge.There is nothing in this world that we can dream of n cannt do!Do believe in versatality

e) (attitude)
I know one thing dat is 2 ve FUN n only FUN.Nice sense of humour. Very friendly and approachable.... sometimes stubborn(xtremely)n moody....i love makin friends n feel very satisfied wen i make them happy...have a simple funda to enjoy life....Dont like snobs...very satisfied with what I m n wat I have...(Enough 4 ppl who want 2 know me by click of a mouse)

f) (hero in his own world)
I M THE DON

g) (starvation)
i am notty ,confident and believes in my own rules.and last bt not the least i am here 4 friendz(mainly girlzzzzzzzzzz)

h) (autobiography..but still mentions that he/ she has yet to tell us...god pls save us from him/her)
Well there are lots of thng i can tell about me..To start with.Hi everyone!!Shubprabhat Meri profile main aapka swagat hain..yahan main tea-coffee nahin puchh sakta so jab miloge puchh lunga..and ya pilla bhi dunga...hehe bus finance kar dene...jokes apart..I m budding technocrat and doing my engineering from SDDIET, Barwala(hehe synonym of jungle and jail, check 2007 dictionary updates..its given there..hehe)I m very naughty >> very cute >>very shaitan aatma...har waqt masti and leg pulling ...hehe Well still i m very nona bachha very obedient and a good boy (atleast my mom n my di say so !!!!)hee hee i love being loved and pampered(afterall kaun nahin chahege pyar paana) and i love behaving like a nona bachha (a cute suweet nona kiddo..)!!!!!I love writing poems and collecting too...here is for you ....peom... written by me..Teri kadmo ki aahat sunkar dhadakta hain yeh dil !!Teri saanso ki khushboo se mehkata hain dil..!!Naa jaante hain hum tumhe na tum hamein jaante hoPhir bhi naajaane kis ehsaas se muskarata hain yeh dil !!Ajnabi si rahein hain..ajnabi manjile hain ..Najaane phir kyon har mod par tera intzaar karta hain yeh dil !!Dosti hee teri maangte hain hum har waqt..par naajane kyon ghabrata hain tera dil.. !!vishwas karo dosti main meri...Har waqt tujhe hee sochta hain yeh dil...Maangti hain duyaaein har saans meri ..Teri Khushiyan he chaahta hain yeh dilBus tujhe he pyar karta hain yeh dil... !!Bus tujh par he vishwas karta hain yeh dil....howz that??? a) good b) very good c) excellent d) chalegi ((soch lo kachha -2 pakka-2 ..hehe srk copyright hain use patana mat..))I love cooking, eating..and sleeping..thats why aajkal coz of 2much eating n sleeping i ve gained some extra pounds n bit of flesh..thats why my friends started calling me "golu molu bachha" hehe..... my cheeks are now same as my 2 yr old cousin >> reddish n loose loose..hehe bus uski beard nahin hain....waise meri bhi nahin hain you know na ..clean shave guys..bus me too same 2 same...I love watching cartoons n comedies..I love mickey mouse donald tom n jerry..alladin...recess, and Mr bean animated series n Mr bean(original)..I love listening to soulful music..and slow romantic number..rocks sometimes....I love listening to Atif aslam, zubeen, james, linkin park, enrique...and kishore da...soulful memories..Kripya dhyan de abhi khatam nahin hua...yeh sochna bewkoofi hogi ki meri jindagi sirf 2048 character main finish ho gayi...adheek jaankari ke liye kripya meri mitrata sweekar karein....see my hindi is improving...hey my new poem hope u like it"tears d part of my life..come when m happy..come when i need to cry..come for someone ...come coz of someone..come in the rain..come in the spring..Always with me..when i need to cryTears d part of my life..comes when i m in love comes when i lost d lovecomes when i touch the sky...comes when i fall on the ground..tears d part of life..Tears making my life mine..Tears you are true friend for life.yaar pata nahin kaisi hain poem...english main kam he likhta hun...so do comment haan..(postive comments plse )Rest will tell u later when we tok ...so come be my frnd..

i) (mental statement)
"People laugh because i am different and, I laugh they are same !!THAT IS CALLED ATTITUDE"

j) (confused)
well dis is me.... well im not dat easy to understand... but u will hav to try hard if u wanna knw me...........


thats it guys...now am getting bored....now better u write about me...

convo experience

i know how much i had struggled in my life...i have seen the best and worst people and learnt the lessons for the lifetime. when my professor called me up to inform that i have recieved the silver medal for my mphil..i jumped with joy..to be frank..it is a demotion from gold...anyways..something is better than nothing...i was all set to attend the convo and thoughts began to smother me.... finally i was in the campus and the sun has risen...i wore a baby pink colour sari with lavender threads..my favourite one..with matching jewellery...
i was completely madeup for the occassion and wore the robes...yes...this was the moment i have been waiting for...the hall was cheering up with joy and students geared up to receive their degrees..faculty, pfm and mrm students have done excellent job in making the arrangements and welcomed us with a big heart... finally, i could hear the names being called and students started receiving the degrees. it was my turn and i was on the dias..the guest of honour congratulated me and presented the medal...tears were in the tip of my eyes and i wished the presence of my parents..but to substitute it, my sis was with me to cheer and also my dearest friends... this is infact a lifetime achievement and thanks to my family and friends who gave me all the emotional support that i needed at times and the faculty who gave me all the knowledge i wanted... thanks to all who have been with me... this is not possible without u all.......

shaka laka...no meaning..

this is one movie which i watched with lots of patience and couldnot stop laughing for an hour after coming out of the theater...
this is one of the pathetic, drastic and horrible movies i have ever watched in my life.....i went to the theater with one of my friends....the movie started off by the time we reached..
the hero and the heroine followed by another hero and another heroine slowly started appearing on the screen....it was loud initially...with music that couldnt be understood...ahh...
i was eagerly waiting for the story line..but i cudnt find any till interval and even after that...say till the end.....thought of leaving the theater but still was eager to watch such a film which has nothing in it...

and then the heros and heroines started crying for nothing...and then anupam kher appears and dies...dont know why he comes and dies..and then upen patel gets some unknown disease...just because he drinks continuously for 1 month...and then...the movie ends..abruptly...where heroine goes to kill bobby but he meets with an acident...guys u must watch the climax scene...this is an ultimate one and unique of its kind....

dont miss this movie..and in particular if u have any frustration on others..then u must buy tickets and make them see...the torture that u face is unexperienced...

i simply couldnot stop laughing at the movie and pity myself for being there in the theater continuously for 3 hrs...
shaka laka boom boom...

my frustration

sometimes i become a frustu...no idea why i feel like am isolted..alienated..and left alone...it reminds me the famous quote..
water water everywhere..nor a drop to drink...
people people everywhere nor a one to speak...
25 yrs have passed with ups and downs, still i feel i am new and young and in the process of learning to fight myself..
GOd...give me the energy to go against the wind...fly along and feel light..
readers..please forgive me for writing this boring stuf..but couldnot stop myself from penning down...
lovely yours....
swats

NOTE_____ a cheerful blog in the proces....

"Kharrata" Compartment

I hate being disturbed when I am slept., espeially when I am too tired. most of the time, I keep traveling and spend nights in trains. thankgodfor the cheaper rates of AC 3 tier. I board the train, coverup my self with the thick blankets and sleep blissfully in the upper berth.

but this time, my trip was dreadful. I have got everything, the upper berth, the thick blanket and an overnight journey. after reading the cryptographers' intelligence in "digital fortress" by Dan Brown, i realised, i was half slept. then i managed to coverup myself with the blanket and closed my eyes.

i was flying high with angels around me and crossing the valley of flowers. i could see the golden door with handsome door keepers. the angels asked me to the enter the door and i started to open it when suddenly, my door started making strange noise. "Kharrrrr Khaarrrr". i was unsure of the sound and tried it again....it was again the same sound Kharr..Khaarrr...suddenly, the angels left me, there were no handsome door keepers, there was no golden door...there was just empty dark space with dim lights...i realised, it was not true and it was just a dream..but to my surprise the sounds still continued.

Khaarrr...Khaarr...is there any bhoot in the compartment??? oh no..i gained all my concious and could see an old man blissfully sleeping in our coupe but snoring at his pitch. i swear, i felt like throwing him away from the train..it is more dramatical..i couldnot sleep for a single minute all the night and kept staring at the cieling....

why dont railway people arrange seperate cabins or compartments for the snorers..on the name Kharratta cmpartment where they can happily snore in a more musical way rather than disturbing the co passengers. they are real nuisanse...
woh log chain kii neend soyenge..lekin baaki logo ki neend haram kar denge...
please...railway people...do something...

dumbo me...

often we forget our surroundings and speak that comes into our mind.....recently i was out for a shooting and was taking the interview of a shopkeeper in a big showroom. suddenly, there was this strange sound like kwaaaa kwaaaa kwaaa....
i stopped the recording and yelled in full gussa.."shop ke andar yeh kutta kaha se agaya?"..

and i turned around just to discover that the sounds were from a small kid and its mom is staring at me in full rage...only i know how much time it took for me to apolozise and make her cool...GOD...dumbo me...

saga of a missed call

how many youth doesnt have a mobile nowadays..i think,,we can count on fingers..the mobile itself is a revolution and has become an essential part of human life. sms, mms, and calls have much to inform, convey and receive messages...the most important but often neglected act of mobiles is the MISSED CALL part...
what if the missed call suddenly becomes alive and starts narrating its story?

and the story begins...

"ahh..yeh dekho mujhe kaise "mis"use kar raha hai...subah se lekar shaam tak mujhe marta hi rahta hai...agar mere bhi haat hote to main iska haat jaroor tod deta...early in the morning, his girlfriend gives two short calls and cuts it. this means, this idiot has to wake up and get ready for the college. by the time he finishes his breakfast, again one more missed call,,,to inform that his friend is standing outside the house and ready to pickup this stupid for the college.....by 9.30..again ek aur marta hai...apni Girlfriend ko batane ke liye ki mein college aagaya hu...
canteen me baithta hai..fir se ek aur...class shuru ho gaya.....classes khatam hote hi..ek aur..lunch ke liye canteen aajao...

fir shaam ko gf ki missed call...ki mujhe call back karo..yar yeh ladkiya..phone kyo nahi karti hai...jab dekho mujhe marti rehti hai....kanjuus ladkiya..
fir raat ko ghar pe phone...yeh nahi karega..mujhe marega...2 baar..now his parents understand that their son is asking them to call back...cinemas aur parties pe paise udata hai..lekin ghar pe phone karne ke liye ek rupaya bi kharch nahi karta...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

phir saara kaam khatam karke..ghar aata hi nahi....woh ladki mujhe fir marne lagti hai..iska matlab hai...janam pls call back karo..mujhe tumse baat karni hai....
"hey bhagwan" in logo ko thoda jyada paise kyo nahi dedeta...taaaki mujh jaise gareeb, laachar cheez ko din me hazaar baar marna band kare aur seedha call hi kare..."

hm....see how a missed call suffers...now give me a missed call on my mobile..once u read this ..just to let me know that u have visited my blog...

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