tony did it

any one can achieve anything...its just that we should have that will power to do....today my friend proved it right. his dream has come true...here i would like to say that he has been dreaming about this project since a long time (why wouldnt he? afterall he sleeps alot..)
and to show it to all of us that he is working hard (or hardly working?), he has been carrying this bundle of sheets.. (only god knows whats written on the papers..it is in some encrypted language and a dumbo like me would never understand)
we are assured by him that he is seriously thinking about something apart from girls, shoes, bikes and branded clothing..
today i received a mail from him, where i could literally hear him shouting and screaming that his dream is fulfilled and his paper is published. woha...if everything goes alright, he would also get patent for that...
well after reading the mail, the first thing that stroke my mind was...what shall i wear for the evening party? oops...
sick me...but i am telling u the truth...
anyway...he got it..we all speak..and he did it..i am porud of raj aka tony (as we fondly call him)
i always took him as this dumb- sick- ill dud who is interested in girls, their vital stats, that filthy language (he has patent on his own language as well) and nothing else...
but today he proved it wrong...he did something which is worth praising and i no..we -are all proud of him...
kudos to u tony..you are an inspiration for elderly youth..lol (just kidding)
love ya

it is heavenly....

i am lying flat on the ground. my head cosily resting on the floor. i am relaxing. my mind is slowly tresspassing the lines of conciousness and i am about to enter the sub-concious stage. (you never know when you - actually sleep. generally, we just lie down and sleep without our notice.)

but this time, i know i am going to sleep. the sudden switch is heavenly. i am happily sleeping now..it is heavenly.

my hands are stretched...am slowing spreading my wings. my body is lifting up...and now my legs. am in the air. i am flying. the movement is heavenly...it is heavenly

i am moving now. in the middle of the clouds...a soft and swift movement....but there are small thumps and bumps....yet i dont care...i am moving...it is heavenly...

i can see the images of my mom...she is calling me and screaming at her pitch to wake me up...but i dont want to....i can still see her face...yet i am enjoying my flight....it is heavenly...

now i have taken a break from my journey...again lying still...relaxing like never...enjoying the blissful sleep...it is heavenly...

i can distantly hear some crowd yelling, shouting and talking aloud...it seems, they dont want me to sleep....i have no clue why they want me to wake up....i am in heaven and dont want to miss the joy...as the whole feeling is heavenly...

the rain is on its way...its pouring down....the drizzles softly touched my cheeks...it is heavenly...

as i am enjoying the rain...it became flood...the water is on my face...chill is running down my body...i dont like it..it is no more heavenly...

i slowly opened my eyes...i saw something different...is this the true heaven where i see differently coloured walls, strange faces, some are worried, some are saying "yes she is there"??? who are these people...its not my home...not my room...the faces are not similar...oh this is heaven...again it is heavenly...

now i am forced to open my eyes...it seems, all the people from hell want to see me...i opened my eyes...i dont know them...but now i can identify one face..its my mom...but why is she is crying? i want to get up...i cant move...my hands and legs are dead...something warm is coming out of my nose.... my head is banging me badly...i want to go back to sleep...and i lied down again....it is heavenly....

i dont know where i am...i only remember that i was on my bike and this car suddenly hit me from back...i flew a few feet...i fell down...this heavy thing called helmet is thrown away from my head....and i am lying flat on the ground...it was heavenly...

note- this happened to me 2 years ago...i am receiving messages like..how am i...thanks all..am perfectly alright...i thought i would share this small experience. thats all...

Tom and Jerry on serious note

how many of you have not watched TOm and Jerry so far. None of you..right...it is a show which is liked by everyone and the fun in it is never ending. my mom is an ardent fan of the show and she calls it a stress buster!!
so...we all watch it and defintely give rest to our remote control when we see the show on CN.

now i see one such show in daily life. i see the game everyday and a mega show once in 2 months. but it is no fun. it involves tears, deaths, fierce, terror and what not..yes u got me right.

its been more than a couple of years and now we got used to it. some survey revealed that everyone Indian lives with a hope that "Ï will be safe and nothing will happen to me". May be this hope is letting us move on. but i say we are not game for such games. our politicians condemn (????) the blasts whenever they happen (woohha...which idiot in this world would appreciate???) then a compensation of Rs 2-3 lakh is declared to the dead one's family and 50k bucks to the those who suffer injuries. great.... a gift of Rs 50 lakhs for some achiever and Rs 2 lakh for death? how insane? ok..lets leave this point assuming that Indian treasury is running out of funds...

what about brains? what is Intelleigence department doing? Why are these blasts not common in other countries? Do u think terrorist have no interest in such palces...no..its because their moves are well observed. What happens with us?? The intelligence department hibernates and only the sound of blasts can wake them up. then they act smart, release the sketch of a suspect, put it everywhere and declare a prize money. isn;t that funny...they think we can find the suspect in the nearby supermarket buying eggs for his family?

we have enough intelligent brains. its just the system that need to be changed. we have been playing the same game since Independece. Its time to change the rules of the game and play smartly. no point in playing the same old word-building game on paper when you have lexicon with you!!!

i might sound radical but i have all the rights to react to what i am seeing.

Ganesh Puja

Ganesh Puja- a festival that always unites our families. I never missed Ganesh Puja in my whole life. Hence, like any other year , I was at home and joined my parents. My lil angel missed the puja as she coulnot get leave (sad :( ). I told my dad that I would join him for the shopping to buy the Idol, puja stuff and others. SO, we were out in the market. I bet, India is a hub for entertainment particularly on the days of festivals. The whole crowd is on the roads with colourful stuff being sold on the road side and people screaming at their pitch and many others bargaining at their best. I love to freak on roads during puja days and make sure even I buy everything. As usual, my dad asked me to bargain and buy the flowers. He asked me to get lotus flowers and gave me Rs5. I bought two and he got furious over my bragaining tactics, as they could have been bought for Re1 each. lol. I missed it and I thought I would prove my skills this time. So there was this banana leaves vendor and i asked him to give us some. now check my bargaining skills-

me- how much?

vendor- dus ka saat rupaya

me- dus ka saat rupaya kyo? dus ka dus rupaya me do na....

vendor- ehh??? memsaab...dus ka saat rupaya

me- nahi..bahut jyada hai. dus ka dus rupaya me do varna jaao..

vendor--ehh????

my dad - ehh?

another shopper- ehh??

hehe...i won the bargain and i thot i made the best deal when my dad shouted back at me, called me an idiot on the road and bought the stuff for Rs 7. He later asked me to shut my mouth while shopping and I was left with no other option. booohoo

I decorated the Mandap and did Puja. It is our ritual to do puja to our books as well. So, my mm asked me to get some of my books...i had only Catch 22 with me which i am reading right now. I asked my Dad if I could do Puja to my Passport for which he gave me a serious look and I again shut my mouth. I read the mantras and the story and felt happy to twist my tongue after a long time.

In the mean time, my mom prepared some 15 dishes. the usual Modak, tomato chutney, pulihora (tamarind rice), kheer, buurelu (a sweet dish) and many many many more.

No one can miss being at home during such occassions. We all wore the new dresses gifted by our angel. yeah she bought them for all of us with her first salary (I wonder, she grew up so fast and is earning..wow)

myself, dad and mom had fun, watched TV, talked for hours together, went for some shopping in the evening, visited friends and came back home.

This Ganesh Puja was certainly filled with fun and I am looking fwd to many more in the future.

May he shower blessings to all.....

waiting for the perfect man...

hhehee..couldnot stop laughing at this pic...its so funny..and so true...hahahaa..enjoy

lol...i know you will shoot me now... ;-)

everyman..at the end of the day just needs s..

I wrote this as I got furiously frustrated after seeing my friends crying their hearts -out. Hence I thought of writing something on men who seriously screwed their lives and thus this piece was born. After writing this I received many calls from my friends asking me to delete the post as they felt I am turning into some despo female. Oh no! i am not- not at all. I would never delete any of my writings as I write my mind. Enjoy this and let me know if you have some comments. No point in getting offended :) - chill buddies :)

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yes...i know you will screw me after reading the title and the content. but this is a universal fact. at the end of the day....all men want sex...i love this quote- "Indian men are like mice- always searching for holes". I know how true this is....i wanted to write this blog long back but thought ...no point in writing by generalising my individual perception. but recent conversations with some of my buddies triggered my thought and i am penning it down.

recently one of my friends had a break up and the basis for it is...s--, which they fondly call it love making. i dont understand the difference????? the girl was quite resistant and the boy couldnot help it out but call it quits...wow...can anyone see the intensity of love in this affair???? ahhh...

another friend of mine found her new love and she has all the happiness in this world. she wanted to marry him and vice-versa. she is all gearded up for the wedding prep when suddenly this guy popped up with a not-so-interesting proposal- s-- before marriage! he wants to check the compatibility on bed???? comon give me some space to take breath...what the hell is this? why you call it love?

some men just want it and they can go to any extent..impress u...flatter u....say u r the most beautiful one (i know they will forget aishwarya and anjelina for sometime)....u r an angel (genetically??) u r a darling...god's gift...the most precious...and whatever...despite knowing the fact that she is none of them....

and i believe girls r big fools...they instantly become paros and lailas once the devdas and majnus utter these words. whatever man...atleaat in my life...i haven't come across one single man who is genuine by heart and loves someone....everyman at the end of the day wants just s-- and nothing else...

GROW UP!!!

I bet on my blog...