I am smiling...
this should scare you
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
When Shakespeare met Raabri...
The thing I regret the MOST…
I, William Shakespeare, fondly known as The Bard, remember that day accurately. It was 14th February. Yes, it was Valentine’s Day. I gathered courage and decided to propose my childhood love. She was none other than the most happening Indian beauty “Rabri Yadav”. God must have taken all his time to create her. She is celestial beauty personified.
14th February
I reached her village. It was a typical village with loads of cattle. It was morning. All were busy with their daily chores viz. brushing their teeth with a neem stick, bathing out in the open with their cows, and shouting at the top of their voice, “Aur Shaakspari Bhaiya, kaisan ho?” I was not able to get who this shaakspaari is. Any ways, I will tell you about my Sweety. I went to her place. It is a huge shed with decorated with dry hay. There she is, playing with the buffalo. She looks so innocent. I checked the surroundings whether there was anyone to beat me, in case she doesn’t accept my proposal. There was no one, so I moved ahead.
As soon as I reached the shed, the cow started singing. No, I am serious; it was one of my sonnets. I was motivated and directly went to her. She was not at all shocked as if she knew that it would happen. I bent down, took her hands in mine and gave her the roses and milk chocolate that I had brought for her. Her hands smelled of cow dung. It was a perfume for me. To my utter surprise, She accepted. I asked her out. She agreed.
We went to a dhaaba just outside her place. We talked a lot and had great fun. She told me about her weirdest fantasies about cows and buffaloes and how her boyfriend would propose her with a glass of milk. As it was a breakfast date, not an evening one, usually insane people go on. I called for the waiter, but there was none. It was a self service dhaaba. I got a glass of milk and proposed her as she wished. She started blushing; she looked prettier than ever. We talked about her past crushes. But she was my one and only love. Just when I was going to pay the bill, she asked me to dutch. But I insisted so she agreed.
After two months of continuous dating, we decided to get married. I decided the venue and timing. It was a grand shed complete with cattle, which she loves. I arranged for the priest and decorations. I reached their on time and waited for her. She didn’t come till one hour. I waited anxiously to see the gorgeous Indian Bride. All my relatives arrived but there was no sign of hers. On top of that, Priest continuously reminding “ Shaadi ka muhurat nikala jar aha hai” I was tensed, ‘ will she, won’t she?”
Soon the entire atmosphere filled with cow dung perfume. I got a hint that she has come. She came in a awesome red trousseau. Mostly Manish Malhotra designed it for her, that too for free. She was mysteriously smiling. Her enigmatic smile took my heart. I saw her family members and relatives arriving in dozen. Soon, the entire shed filled with alien looking people. I wanted a quiet wedding. I had told her in advance. But let it be, anything for her.
She came and went to the backside of the shed. Soon she was invisible. I got tensd and started searching for her. A last, I found her at the backyard. There she is. I approached her to ask the problem. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I went to her and just when I bent down, I heard lots of cows and buffaloes moving towards me. Before I could make out what’s happening, a big fat buffalo with a weird man riding it. He was a stout fellow with a big paunch. He had a receding hairline and was dressed in a rural Indian outfit. I was scared to death. He Came. He Saw Me. He Conquered. He hit me on my head with a milk Can.
Ohh!! It is not rocket Science that I won’t understand. She told me in cut and clear words, “hum to hamare laalu se shaadi karungi, hum toh tumse isiliye batiya rahe the ki hum thoda bahut angrezi shikh jaayen aur agle election main hum thoda rob jhaad saken”
AB AAP JA SAKTE HAIN
My love life ended there. Obviously, I married but I wont ever forget my first love. She was everything for me. I lost all trust on Women after rabbo( I use to call her) ditched me. But I have asked God to make me LALOO PRASAD YADAV in my next birth so that I can teach her a lesson.
I, William Shakespeare, fondly known as The Bard, remember that day accurately. It was 14th February. Yes, it was Valentine’s Day. I gathered courage and decided to propose my childhood love. She was none other than the most happening Indian beauty “Rabri Yadav”. God must have taken all his time to create her. She is celestial beauty personified.
14th February
I reached her village. It was a typical village with loads of cattle. It was morning. All were busy with their daily chores viz. brushing their teeth with a neem stick, bathing out in the open with their cows, and shouting at the top of their voice, “Aur Shaakspari Bhaiya, kaisan ho?” I was not able to get who this shaakspaari is. Any ways, I will tell you about my Sweety. I went to her place. It is a huge shed with decorated with dry hay. There she is, playing with the buffalo. She looks so innocent. I checked the surroundings whether there was anyone to beat me, in case she doesn’t accept my proposal. There was no one, so I moved ahead.
As soon as I reached the shed, the cow started singing. No, I am serious; it was one of my sonnets. I was motivated and directly went to her. She was not at all shocked as if she knew that it would happen. I bent down, took her hands in mine and gave her the roses and milk chocolate that I had brought for her. Her hands smelled of cow dung. It was a perfume for me. To my utter surprise, She accepted. I asked her out. She agreed.
We went to a dhaaba just outside her place. We talked a lot and had great fun. She told me about her weirdest fantasies about cows and buffaloes and how her boyfriend would propose her with a glass of milk. As it was a breakfast date, not an evening one, usually insane people go on. I called for the waiter, but there was none. It was a self service dhaaba. I got a glass of milk and proposed her as she wished. She started blushing; she looked prettier than ever. We talked about her past crushes. But she was my one and only love. Just when I was going to pay the bill, she asked me to dutch. But I insisted so she agreed.
After two months of continuous dating, we decided to get married. I decided the venue and timing. It was a grand shed complete with cattle, which she loves. I arranged for the priest and decorations. I reached their on time and waited for her. She didn’t come till one hour. I waited anxiously to see the gorgeous Indian Bride. All my relatives arrived but there was no sign of hers. On top of that, Priest continuously reminding “ Shaadi ka muhurat nikala jar aha hai” I was tensed, ‘ will she, won’t she?”
Soon the entire atmosphere filled with cow dung perfume. I got a hint that she has come. She came in a awesome red trousseau. Mostly Manish Malhotra designed it for her, that too for free. She was mysteriously smiling. Her enigmatic smile took my heart. I saw her family members and relatives arriving in dozen. Soon, the entire shed filled with alien looking people. I wanted a quiet wedding. I had told her in advance. But let it be, anything for her.
She came and went to the backside of the shed. Soon she was invisible. I got tensd and started searching for her. A last, I found her at the backyard. There she is. I approached her to ask the problem. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I went to her and just when I bent down, I heard lots of cows and buffaloes moving towards me. Before I could make out what’s happening, a big fat buffalo with a weird man riding it. He was a stout fellow with a big paunch. He had a receding hairline and was dressed in a rural Indian outfit. I was scared to death. He Came. He Saw Me. He Conquered. He hit me on my head with a milk Can.
Ohh!! It is not rocket Science that I won’t understand. She told me in cut and clear words, “hum to hamare laalu se shaadi karungi, hum toh tumse isiliye batiya rahe the ki hum thoda bahut angrezi shikh jaayen aur agle election main hum thoda rob jhaad saken”
AB AAP JA SAKTE HAIN
My love life ended there. Obviously, I married but I wont ever forget my first love. She was everything for me. I lost all trust on Women after rabbo( I use to call her) ditched me. But I have asked God to make me LALOO PRASAD YADAV in my next birth so that I can teach her a lesson.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Breaking News: A Kidnap on Highway
Oh!!! So you like reading such news. Or else you won’t have started reading this article. Continue reading, I won’t disappoint you. It’s a story about a girl who was abducted on the Highway. She has been kept hostage in a small room with two other girls. These are not the only girls. There are many like them who have been captured. They are given a very cruel treatment. Food which they get is very horrible. They would prefer to starve rather than have that food. Initially, girl used to wait for someone to come and rescue her. She would sit by the window and see the trucks and buses passing by hoping that some day she would sit in the same bus which would take her to her parents. Gradually, she came over all these things and adjusted in the environment. Now, you won’t believe that she likes all these things. She likes all the people over here and doesn’t want to go back.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Beyond Imagination..
If the sky were my canvass
I would paint it with colors of my life
If my thoughts were threads of silk
I would weave rich patterns into my dreams
If the seas were my emotionsI would fill the cup that freindship cradles
If the stars were my ideas
I would light up the lives of everyone around
If the sun was my ally
I would spread the warmth of happiness to the end of time
If the wind were my wishes
I would spread the fragrance of kindness in the air
If flowers lent their smiles to me
I could wipe the last of sorrows trace
If the moon gave me its silver shine
I could bring a shimmer of hope in all lives
If my fancy could take off, of the wings of a bird
I could bridge the gap that divides the world
If time were by my side
I would make lives not longer,but richer with feelings, genuine and true...
Anonymous
Friday, February 1, 2008
A Night to Remember
This is for all those who like reading stories!!!
time: 00:00 hrs
Good Morning Everyone!!!
Good Morning?!! Its midnight and this place is bubbling with energy. No one's snoring in this place. When the rest of the world prepares to sleep, we wake up. You all must be wondering which place I am talking about; don't scratch your heads anymore. This is girl's hostel. Our day starts at 12.00 in night.
I am Suchika, folks call me Chik. I share my room with Tisha, Carol, Miki and lots of soft toys. I just had a bath, it saves time in the morning. Tisha is busy with her laundry and Miki with her cell phone, while Carol is watching a horror movie.
We all are awake but neither the security guards nor our witty warden. I have some kind of crazy plan going on in my mind and if I reveal I will get to know all my roomies footwear size. But as usual I will have to disclose it.
Me: hey friends, what do you think about going to "Enigma", the new disc on F.C. Road.
Miki: have you gone crazy, Chik. How are we going to get permission? Warden is sleeping and it would create a ruckus if we wake her up.
Tisha: Dumb that you are. We will sneak out of the secret gate.
Carol: Yeah, I am in. We are leaving just now.
All: And Miki, you are definitely coming with us.
All dressed up. We stealthily move out of the tiny way behind the hostel. We pass through the jungle.
Miki: Folks, Do you know this jungle is haunted by ghosts?
All: Shut up, will you?
We hire a cab and reached Enigma. That place was full of energy. It seemed that it was morning over there. We got our stamps and entered the Heaven for dancers. We danced away to our glory and had fun to the core of our hearts. Luckily, we haven't met someone we know or else we would have been in trouble.
Me: I am Hungry, friends!! Who is joining me for a munch at the food corner.
All: We are coming, Chik. You move, we will join you in some time.
At the food corner,
Chik: Who's that lady, she is looking awesome.
Miki: My God, she's our warden.
Tisha: We are in big trouble. But wasn't she sleeping?
Carol: Look, she's enjoying the company of our principal. Now no one would be able to scold us. I have got a plan. You all just wait.
Carol goes to the warden and gives a wicked smile. Warden understood and she promised not to tell about the girls' night out to the security or else the gossip mongers are ready with a spicy news (Principal and warden are going out together).
All of us had a hearty laugh. We decided to get back to the hostel before the warden reaches. We hired a cab and directed the driver to our hostel. We started talking but Miki was thinking about something else. I asked Miki, and she told me that the driver is going through the wrong route. We asked the driver to stop but he didn't pay heed to us. Miki started shouting for help but who will listen to our plea on that deserted road. The driver started laughing horribly. He stopped the cab in a jungle. We started looking around but there was no one around to help us. Soon I heard my mother chattering. I also heard my father talking. And to my shock, They were talking to the driver. There was also a strange guy who was present there.
We all got out of the car. My parents told me that they were informed about our freak-out by the strange guy who was there at the disc. I told my mom that I didn't know the guy at all. Mother told me that he is my prospective groom and he knew me through the snap which my parents had shown him earlier. He was keeping a watch on me since past six months.
Me: Mom, how could you do this to me.
Strange Guy: I want to marry you. But I want allow you all these things after we get married.
Me: No one's talking to you. I am talking to my parents.
Miki: Chik, this is not the way you talk to your fiancé.
Me: He is not my fiancé. And if you are so worried about the guy then you marry him and get me out of this puzzle.
We heard a siren. And I thought it's the cops who are here to add fuel to the fire.
Miki shouting: Wake up Chik, Will you please shut the mouth of your alarm? Its always wakes us up instead of you.
I hurriedly wake up. I am sweating like a pig. I check out the time, its only 11 at night. Yeah, we all wake up at this time. So we have an alarm set for it.
Tisha: Wake up girls, I have a plan for this night.
Carol: What's in your mind? Come out with it.
Tisha: how about going to ..
Me: don't tell me that you have planned to go out to Enigma.
Tisha: Yeah, but how did you know:
All: Ohh!! Chik had a dream again!!!
time: 00:00 hrs
Good Morning Everyone!!!
Good Morning?!! Its midnight and this place is bubbling with energy. No one's snoring in this place. When the rest of the world prepares to sleep, we wake up. You all must be wondering which place I am talking about; don't scratch your heads anymore. This is girl's hostel. Our day starts at 12.00 in night.
I am Suchika, folks call me Chik. I share my room with Tisha, Carol, Miki and lots of soft toys. I just had a bath, it saves time in the morning. Tisha is busy with her laundry and Miki with her cell phone, while Carol is watching a horror movie.
We all are awake but neither the security guards nor our witty warden. I have some kind of crazy plan going on in my mind and if I reveal I will get to know all my roomies footwear size. But as usual I will have to disclose it.
Me: hey friends, what do you think about going to "Enigma", the new disc on F.C. Road.
Miki: have you gone crazy, Chik. How are we going to get permission? Warden is sleeping and it would create a ruckus if we wake her up.
Tisha: Dumb that you are. We will sneak out of the secret gate.
Carol: Yeah, I am in. We are leaving just now.
All: And Miki, you are definitely coming with us.
All dressed up. We stealthily move out of the tiny way behind the hostel. We pass through the jungle.
Miki: Folks, Do you know this jungle is haunted by ghosts?
All: Shut up, will you?
We hire a cab and reached Enigma. That place was full of energy. It seemed that it was morning over there. We got our stamps and entered the Heaven for dancers. We danced away to our glory and had fun to the core of our hearts. Luckily, we haven't met someone we know or else we would have been in trouble.
Me: I am Hungry, friends!! Who is joining me for a munch at the food corner.
All: We are coming, Chik. You move, we will join you in some time.
At the food corner,
Chik: Who's that lady, she is looking awesome.
Miki: My God, she's our warden.
Tisha: We are in big trouble. But wasn't she sleeping?
Carol: Look, she's enjoying the company of our principal. Now no one would be able to scold us. I have got a plan. You all just wait.
Carol goes to the warden and gives a wicked smile. Warden understood and she promised not to tell about the girls' night out to the security or else the gossip mongers are ready with a spicy news (Principal and warden are going out together).
All of us had a hearty laugh. We decided to get back to the hostel before the warden reaches. We hired a cab and directed the driver to our hostel. We started talking but Miki was thinking about something else. I asked Miki, and she told me that the driver is going through the wrong route. We asked the driver to stop but he didn't pay heed to us. Miki started shouting for help but who will listen to our plea on that deserted road. The driver started laughing horribly. He stopped the cab in a jungle. We started looking around but there was no one around to help us. Soon I heard my mother chattering. I also heard my father talking. And to my shock, They were talking to the driver. There was also a strange guy who was present there.
We all got out of the car. My parents told me that they were informed about our freak-out by the strange guy who was there at the disc. I told my mom that I didn't know the guy at all. Mother told me that he is my prospective groom and he knew me through the snap which my parents had shown him earlier. He was keeping a watch on me since past six months.
Me: Mom, how could you do this to me.
Strange Guy: I want to marry you. But I want allow you all these things after we get married.
Me: No one's talking to you. I am talking to my parents.
Miki: Chik, this is not the way you talk to your fiancé.
Me: He is not my fiancé. And if you are so worried about the guy then you marry him and get me out of this puzzle.
We heard a siren. And I thought it's the cops who are here to add fuel to the fire.
Miki shouting: Wake up Chik, Will you please shut the mouth of your alarm? Its always wakes us up instead of you.
I hurriedly wake up. I am sweating like a pig. I check out the time, its only 11 at night. Yeah, we all wake up at this time. So we have an alarm set for it.
Tisha: Wake up girls, I have a plan for this night.
Carol: What's in your mind? Come out with it.
Tisha: how about going to ..
Me: don't tell me that you have planned to go out to Enigma.
Tisha: Yeah, but how did you know:
All: Ohh!! Chik had a dream again!!!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Trust endures relationship
.This time, there's no humor or pun intended in my post as I am discussing some serious issue. And this certainly is on "Possessiveness"
First of all, let me quote an incident or two from my scrapbook.
A couple is dating since three years and there comes a she-friend in boy's life. Both of them are just good friends since 5 years. Now the girl starts getting possessive about her boyfriend and warned her not to talk to him.
A married couple's life. Husband continually spies on his better half even though he knows that she would never cheat on him. The wife in this case has severed contacts with all her friends, whether male or female, but the spying continues.
I am not able to understand why dont people trust their better halves. The scene is that in the initial stage of dating, this behaviour by the person is not revealed. this is known only when they have been in a relationship for a year or more. According to me, as and when relationship matures, your faith on her/him should also mature. But nowadays, there's a trend relations break because of mistrust. People get into relations very early and by the time the actual time comes to think seriously about it, you start doubting about your future togather. In the first, both the boyfriend and her friend got an emotional spanking and their best buddie relations soured. Even now, in this age, people don't accept male-female friendship. He and she can be either spouse or siblings. Why doesn't the herd mentality move ahead? Why don't people accept such friendship?
I have seen high school atmosphere. Your friend and others starts spying on you and tease you with your buddy. And "just friendship" transforms into serious relationship. This way you get hooked on to someone whom you can take on just as buddy. And the relationship breaks when no one can carry it further.
Oh my God!! I have diverted from the topic. I come back to Possesiveness again. And on this I would just like to say that even Radha doubted Sri Krisna when he danced with Gopis but Radha didnt warn Gopis to stop talkin to Sri Krisna but else they had some mutual understanding which strengthened their bond with each fling of Krisnaji.
Trust the person you love, as
Trust and love are like hammer and anvil, like rainbow and sunshine, like flower and scent...each cannot exist without other.
Trust is like a lubricating oil for any relationship...
Trust and love are friends right from the time they were born, and still their bond is growing strong inspite of jealousy trying all means to ruin their friendship!!!
First of all, let me quote an incident or two from my scrapbook.A couple is dating since three years and there comes a she-friend in boy's life. Both of them are just good friends since 5 years. Now the girl starts getting possessive about her boyfriend and warned her not to talk to him.
A married couple's life. Husband continually spies on his better half even though he knows that she would never cheat on him. The wife in this case has severed contacts with all her friends, whether male or female, but the spying continues.
I am not able to understand why dont people trust their better halves. The scene is that in the initial stage of dating, this behaviour by the person is not revealed. this is known only when they have been in a relationship for a year or more. According to me, as and when relationship matures, your faith on her/him should also mature. But nowadays, there's a trend relations break because of mistrust. People get into relations very early and by the time the actual time comes to think seriously about it, you start doubting about your future togather. In the first, both the boyfriend and her friend got an emotional spanking and their best buddie relations soured. Even now, in this age, people don't accept male-female friendship. He and she can be either spouse or siblings. Why doesn't the herd mentality move ahead? Why don't people accept such friendship?
I have seen high school atmosphere. Your friend and others starts spying on you and tease you with your buddy. And "just friendship" transforms into serious relationship. This way you get hooked on to someone whom you can take on just as buddy. And the relationship breaks when no one can carry it further.
Oh my God!! I have diverted from the topic. I come back to Possesiveness again. And on this I would just like to say that even Radha doubted Sri Krisna when he danced with Gopis but Radha didnt warn Gopis to stop talkin to Sri Krisna but else they had some mutual understanding which strengthened their bond with each fling of Krisnaji.
Trust the person you love, as
Trust and love are like hammer and anvil, like rainbow and sunshine, like flower and scent...each cannot exist without other.
Trust is like a lubricating oil for any relationship...
Trust and love are friends right from the time they were born, and still their bond is growing strong inspite of jealousy trying all means to ruin their friendship!!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
When strawberries meet chocolates...an interestin love story
It was a shivering chilly winter morning... so u guys have already started imaginin, ya...
Yeh un dino ki baat hai jab nani frock pahenti thi...
baaton ke naam par woh, kahani sunane lagti thi
nani ko tha aata nahin khana vana banana
jaanti thi woh bas chota chulah jalana
ek din ki baat suno, jab hui woh thodi badi
unki maa ne unko bola, beta banao kadhi
nani jee ko gussa aaya, ajee yeah kya baat hui
main toh maan abhi choti hoon, mithi chuimui
yeh kissa yahin chodkar chalo aage badhen
nanajee ko bhi toh jaane jo hai aage khaden
Nani ne nana ko dekha, ho gaya pyaar
lekar aa gayi unke liye ek barni achaar
nanajee hue nahin achaar se utne khush
nani ki mehnat ho gayi pal bhar main fush
nana ne farmaish ki lao mere liye cake
if u don knw how to cook" jus learn to bake"
sun nana ki baat nani gayi darr
banane achha cake woh jhat bhaagi ghar
Unhone nikali dadima ki purani recipe book
apron n hat pahen ban gayi woh cook
layi dher si strawberries n also chocolate
bana rahin sumthin woh, for her Soulmate
unki mumma hui shock jaankar beti kitchen main
unke liye toh tha yeah" like rainin in month of Jan"
mumma puchi kya hua beta, baat mujhe bat
is cake ki story zara detail main mujhe sunao
kahani sunai humari nani of her first date
mumma zaldi banao cake warna ho jaaegi late
yummy yummy cake bana for my sweet nana
icing kari nani ne ne "O My Sweet Jaana"
nana ho gaye khush, ekdum funtoosh
nani boli nana ko kabhi na jaana ruus
tabse chali aa rahi hai cake banane ki pratha
kahani hui khatam ab hata sawan ki ghata
when strawberries meet chocolate in a sweet cake
Poets like me think for poems to bake
This was a tribute to two of my love viz. strawberries and chocolates..
Now for God's sweet sake, puhleez stop readin dis nani ki kahani
n post sum comments on the bar below dis
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Mysterious ... Am I?
Guys say I am a Mystery
But will they read that its all a history
Yes, I know that they are quite confused
But thats wht I am... why such fuss
They ask me why r u so so sad
there's no reason n I go mad
Why r u so happy, somethin special
Life's so kewl, why to b dull
I have nothin to hide
I can take u on a ride
Just dat i hve not much to talk
Instead u can take me on a walk
" u knw wht" is not my cup of tea
gossips jus make me flee
I prefer solitude to boring company
always love People who are funny
Freinds shud be very good at humor
as I kep on blabbering comedy rumor
I dont really like praises
but love if they r phrases
Get bored very very soon
But go on watching cool cartoon
I like drawing and writing
Guess wht, also fighting
I am not quite Fat (every gal swears by it)
But u knw.. easily put on weight
i hve got somewht curly hair
dont get happy, theyare not rare
Like talking crap n total crap
Chaps jus give a good slap
I am fond of dressing, very very much
jus do mix n match as such
Ohh, My Gawd, can write an epic
which surely cannot be made a movie flick
O come ono buddies, puhleez mew
Mysterious..Am I? is that true???!!! HUH?
But will they read that its all a history
Yes, I know that they are quite confused
But thats wht I am... why such fuss
They ask me why r u so so sad
there's no reason n I go mad
Why r u so happy, somethin special
Life's so kewl, why to b dull
I have nothin to hide
I can take u on a ride
Just dat i hve not much to talk
Instead u can take me on a walk
" u knw wht" is not my cup of tea
gossips jus make me flee
I prefer solitude to boring company
always love People who are funny
Freinds shud be very good at humor
as I kep on blabbering comedy rumor
I dont really like praises
but love if they r phrases
Get bored very very soon
But go on watching cool cartoon
I like drawing and writing
Guess wht, also fighting
I am not quite Fat (every gal swears by it)
But u knw.. easily put on weight
i hve got somewht curly hair
dont get happy, theyare not rare
Like talking crap n total crap
Chaps jus give a good slap
I am fond of dressing, very very much
jus do mix n match as such
Ohh, My Gawd, can write an epic
which surely cannot be made a movie flick
O come ono buddies, puhleez mew
Mysterious..Am I? is that true???!!! HUH?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Hug Department: Always open
I will not play a tug o' war
I'd rather play hug o' war
where everyone hugs instead of tugs,
n everyone giggles and rolls on the rug,
where everyone kisses and everyone grins
everyone cuddles and everone wins.
A hug delights and warms and charms,that must be why God gave us arms.
I am not playing on words, hug is what you need when you don't get what you want.
Even if your ex-boyfriend ( n girlfriend for boys) is dumping you, if s/he bids u a farewel with a sweet warm hug, you feel as if you are on the seventh heaven.
Your friend isn't on good terms with u and you need her eagerly then just go and hug her and in a jiffy, you will receive all the smiles which u needed.
I am not playing sanjay dutt aka munnabhai but giving my blog readers some gyaan on the "ART OF TOUCH".Whenever I want to show "I care" I touch the person's hand with a feeling that s/he will try to understand me. Making someone seem special is not only about words and sending sweet caring sms but to make a soft corner for yourself in their hearts, and there's no way better than holding thier hands and say "I am there for you".
A hug is a great gift - one size fits all, and it's easy to exchange, in other words, a hug is a handshake from the heart.
A hug is an universal language. When you don't have words to say, just give awarm hug n thother person will understand your feelings. I am an opportunity hugger, I don't discriminate while hugging. Don't Forget that you find heaven in your mother's hug....I will not bore u more and end by giving all of u a warm virtual hug.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wssp with gold?!!!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
What is the important thing of all?
Your highness,
Of course, its Gold…
Tell me the reason, Oh, Mirror!
Your Highness:
It’s in the heart of Gold
Are preserved the words sweetly told.
There are Golden memories of sweetheart
Who has for ever depart.
Gold is what is seen in the eyes
When someone’s love for you never dies.
Can be worn in many different ways
To adorn yourself on happy days
Most cherished is Golden facial
To glow her face when its dull
India borrows all her money
By exchanging Gold, isn’t it funny?
Happiest one, when it comes to rescue
When girlfriend’s birthday gift is due!
But O Highness!
It really must have been Heaven’s true art
To create Parents with Golden heart
What is the important thing of all?
Your highness,
Of course, its Gold…
Tell me the reason, Oh, Mirror!
Your Highness:
It’s in the heart of Gold
Are preserved the words sweetly told.
There are Golden memories of sweetheart
Who has for ever depart.
Gold is what is seen in the eyes
When someone’s love for you never dies.
Can be worn in many different ways
To adorn yourself on happy days
Most cherished is Golden facial
To glow her face when its dull
India borrows all her money
By exchanging Gold, isn’t it funny?
Happiest one, when it comes to rescue
When girlfriend’s birthday gift is due!
But O Highness!
It really must have been Heaven’s true art
To create Parents with Golden heart
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Wanna be 18 til I die..
Read on...
Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…
There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me
18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand
Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine
Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest
I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through
Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?
Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…
There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me
18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand
Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine
Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest
I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through
Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?
Happiness is a State of Mind
Happiness is knowing someone
Nice like you…
It’s sharing good times
Together too…
Nice like you…
It’s sharing good times
Together too…
What makes me happy
Is a smile of a baby
To say a word of cheer
to dry a fallen tear
To lend a helping hand
and try and understand
To make and keep a friend
for a broken heart to mend
To brighten someone’s day
not caring about the pay
Never too busy to be kind
and hidden smiles I find
To stop to do little things
n rewarded by the joy it brings
Happiness is also when I tap
solitude in Mother Nature’s lap
Also love of father, sister and someone other
Happiness to me is “smile of my mother”
Is a smile of a baby
To say a word of cheer
to dry a fallen tear
To lend a helping hand
and try and understand
To make and keep a friend
for a broken heart to mend
To brighten someone’s day
not caring about the pay
Never too busy to be kind
and hidden smiles I find
To stop to do little things
n rewarded by the joy it brings
Happiness is also when I tap
solitude in Mother Nature’s lap
Also love of father, sister and someone other
Happiness to me is “smile of my mother”
Friday, September 28, 2007
sister, I miss u
Hey sissie,
" I smile coz u r my sis... I laugh coz there's nothing u can do about it..."
I was just recalling "woh bachpan ke din" and how can u expect me to visualise them without u. I am dying to hear that sentence... mumma aapne toh di ko kitna bada icecream cup khilaya, mum mera paas proof hai.. woh snap dekhlo. Or when being fed up of u, I write an application to mum and pa that u disturb me n all those stuff. I wanna here pa teasing u... main papa ke haath se bournvita nahin lungi, mum hi degi... or mujhe mamma jagayegi tab jagungi. N also, I miss u most when I am having dinner or lunch or that cadbury yaar, I am not satisfied until I have it fom ur plate or maarofy a bite 4m u.
So u have pohe without bhujia or still munch them subah, shaam n raat. arrey yaar, v were given n assignment of "how will you spend the last 24 hours... n mentioned that by having a delicious breakfast made by my sis. so what r u preparin this time, haan I wanna play ludo n business with you. I miss these games over here. don expect that I will miss playing cards with u ( who knows how to play cards ) N how is our dearest cow.... hehe does mum miss me ven u tease her cow? does she sing those besura songs withou me.. imilagole imilagole, imilagole le liya dupatta mera. hehehe... I remembered when u cried when u asked for bhujia 4m me n i denied. on top of that I laughed at u. know what, I feel like laughing every time u cry as u make a weird kinda face while cryin.
papa... aap toh sirf didi ko pyar karte ho... uske snaps hi liye bachpan main, mere nahin liye. arrey yaar tune har bar bai wali position mari toh papa ko jacha nahin toh fir unhone snaps lena bandh kar diye... aur d u knw what I have changed a lot.. I m back to original "xavier's kinda" girl... n another thing, I also miss ur dadima kinda advice which u r always ready to give, haan ...
Sister, There are lot more things to be written... but not on this blog... call me if u wanna get teased more...
" I smile coz u r my sis... I laugh coz there's nothing u can do about it..."
I was just recalling "woh bachpan ke din" and how can u expect me to visualise them without u. I am dying to hear that sentence... mumma aapne toh di ko kitna bada icecream cup khilaya, mum mera paas proof hai.. woh snap dekhlo. Or when being fed up of u, I write an application to mum and pa that u disturb me n all those stuff. I wanna here pa teasing u... main papa ke haath se bournvita nahin lungi, mum hi degi... or mujhe mamma jagayegi tab jagungi. N also, I miss u most when I am having dinner or lunch or that cadbury yaar, I am not satisfied until I have it fom ur plate or maarofy a bite 4m u.
So u have pohe without bhujia or still munch them subah, shaam n raat. arrey yaar, v were given n assignment of "how will you spend the last 24 hours... n mentioned that by having a delicious breakfast made by my sis. so what r u preparin this time, haan I wanna play ludo n business with you. I miss these games over here. don expect that I will miss playing cards with u ( who knows how to play cards ) N how is our dearest cow.... hehe does mum miss me ven u tease her cow? does she sing those besura songs withou me.. imilagole imilagole, imilagole le liya dupatta mera. hehehe... I remembered when u cried when u asked for bhujia 4m me n i denied. on top of that I laughed at u. know what, I feel like laughing every time u cry as u make a weird kinda face while cryin.
papa... aap toh sirf didi ko pyar karte ho... uske snaps hi liye bachpan main, mere nahin liye. arrey yaar tune har bar bai wali position mari toh papa ko jacha nahin toh fir unhone snaps lena bandh kar diye... aur d u knw what I have changed a lot.. I m back to original "xavier's kinda" girl... n another thing, I also miss ur dadima kinda advice which u r always ready to give, haan ...
Sister, There are lot more things to be written... but not on this blog... call me if u wanna get teased more...
Saturday, September 22, 2007
A Messy Mess
No... It's not exactly messy, but the title suits d article.
Breakfast.....
yup, u r right, this means that u have to break the fast, after having the last fud that you had at 1 or 2 in the nite or sometimes also at 3.
the breakfast is too yummy, and i am not being sarcastic this time, its actually good. breakfast here makes ur day n morning begins with a happy note! with all those medu wadas n uttapas n upma...ummmm but not pohe( i don like it except when its garnished with namkeen, which obviously our messwals don't give). so here's our very gud mrng, meet u all at lunch.
Lunch...
The lunch... ohhh.. first of all, I get scared seeing all those studious people(read MBA) who are sprawling in the mess. then comes the mess bhaiya who asks me kem chho. After staring all those vegetables which can't be called cooked, I find respite when I see the friendly dal smiling at me. After having the plate arranged (the plate which doesn't need any arrangement as u won't find much items there) there comes the best part of having lunch, FINDING A PLACE to sit!!! after facing all the odds, u finally find a place for u n ur friends to sit n suddenly these MBA ppl come asking, "plz can v sit over here" n I m like arrey baba itne mushkil se place dhoondhi hai, kuch to reham karo. n u dont feel like sayiing no, but u do. I never feel satiated after havin lunch n keep askin 4 smething more( read sweets). leave it, yaar. v all always hve lunch as if vr missin the train, or in other words the train is waitin 4 us, the word that i learnt here is ...ek to ghai ghai main khana khao aur upar se sadu si class main ja ke so jao.... next scene: v run... obviously 2 class.
Evening...
usually I don go 2 mess at this time for the simple reason it literally stinks that time.. They serve not-so-cold, not-so-hot coffee which is loaded with lots of coffee powder, of which u realise ven u have the last sip. They also serve u 2 biscuits(which i call "kutranchya biscuit), n not a single extra one is allowed. But u knw me na, if not then knw that after haggling( or in other words, pataofy that bhaiya) I get one more, he! he!
Dinner...
calendar, khana do... calendar khana do...
you all guessed it right, v feel hungry at around 7.00 n fud gets served at 8.00. so v chomp all those junky stuff which is either gathered 4m nearby shops or our mamma has sent it with all those pyaar. Aan haan, v also accept pyaar of our friends mamma, u knw even that's tasty.
so, back 2 dinner. oh no, its 8 n the mess is loaded with vanar sena. I call them vanar sena becoz they cme loaded in bus n stare u... like u all r aliens. no, not at all u can'thave fud with all these ppl. udrop the idea of havin dinner at 8. so u enter that place, mess yaar!! at around 8.45 after waitin 4ur frnds. Obviously, yaar u were havin fud alone first n that why u were undergoin all this maathamari. Now, dinner.. its all nava juna exceptits pavbhaji or chowmein. they r respite 4m the usual fud stuff. u hve fud... smetimes spiting venom on all those guys who r staring us.
dinner done.Yippie!!!! the day's ended...
Suprabhat...
Ab aap ka din shuru hoga mess ke darshan se!!
Ciao
Gud Mrng, hostelites!!!I m gonna take u on a tour of our very own mess, so all u guys.... njoy d trip!!!!
Breakfast.....
yup, u r right, this means that u have to break the fast, after having the last fud that you had at 1 or 2 in the nite or sometimes also at 3.
the breakfast is too yummy, and i am not being sarcastic this time, its actually good. breakfast here makes ur day n morning begins with a happy note! with all those medu wadas n uttapas n upma...ummmm but not pohe( i don like it except when its garnished with namkeen, which obviously our messwals don't give). so here's our very gud mrng, meet u all at lunch.
Lunch...
The lunch... ohhh.. first of all, I get scared seeing all those studious people(read MBA) who are sprawling in the mess. then comes the mess bhaiya who asks me kem chho. After staring all those vegetables which can't be called cooked, I find respite when I see the friendly dal smiling at me. After having the plate arranged (the plate which doesn't need any arrangement as u won't find much items there) there comes the best part of having lunch, FINDING A PLACE to sit!!! after facing all the odds, u finally find a place for u n ur friends to sit n suddenly these MBA ppl come asking, "plz can v sit over here" n I m like arrey baba itne mushkil se place dhoondhi hai, kuch to reham karo. n u dont feel like sayiing no, but u do. I never feel satiated after havin lunch n keep askin 4 smething more( read sweets). leave it, yaar. v all always hve lunch as if vr missin the train, or in other words the train is waitin 4 us, the word that i learnt here is ...ek to ghai ghai main khana khao aur upar se sadu si class main ja ke so jao.... next scene: v run... obviously 2 class.
Evening...
usually I don go 2 mess at this time for the simple reason it literally stinks that time.. They serve not-so-cold, not-so-hot coffee which is loaded with lots of coffee powder, of which u realise ven u have the last sip. They also serve u 2 biscuits(which i call "kutranchya biscuit), n not a single extra one is allowed. But u knw me na, if not then knw that after haggling( or in other words, pataofy that bhaiya) I get one more, he! he!
Dinner...
calendar, khana do... calendar khana do...
you all guessed it right, v feel hungry at around 7.00 n fud gets served at 8.00. so v chomp all those junky stuff which is either gathered 4m nearby shops or our mamma has sent it with all those pyaar. Aan haan, v also accept pyaar of our friends mamma, u knw even that's tasty.
so, back 2 dinner. oh no, its 8 n the mess is loaded with vanar sena. I call them vanar sena becoz they cme loaded in bus n stare u... like u all r aliens. no, not at all u can'thave fud with all these ppl. udrop the idea of havin dinner at 8. so u enter that place, mess yaar!! at around 8.45 after waitin 4ur frnds. Obviously, yaar u were havin fud alone first n that why u were undergoin all this maathamari. Now, dinner.. its all nava juna exceptits pavbhaji or chowmein. they r respite 4m the usual fud stuff. u hve fud... smetimes spiting venom on all those guys who r staring us.
dinner done.Yippie!!!! the day's ended...
Suprabhat...
Ab aap ka din shuru hoga mess ke darshan se!!
Ciao
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Mera pyaara dange chowk
v all frnds had decided tht v wud surely write about dange chowk whenever v get a chance. so why not on my blog.
our insti is at highway... where u get nothin except chikhal...as in marathi.. v call it kichad. so if u wanna get even ur meaniest of jobs done, for instance get ur footwear mended, u have to go to dange chowk. v all r bugged goin out there. its like suddenly coming to a gaaon, not also village. v r ashamed of telling our friends in pune dat we stay at such a place. so for making it hep.. i suggested dat we shud call it d.c.( dange chowk) just like m.g. road, f.c. road et al.
all of our insti's students life starts from der if v wanna take a ride to the city. for reachin der too, we have to first walk to wakad, den take a six seater( which is full of guys.. oops.. men...how cud u expect that u will find a guy in a six seater, yaar) and v r finally at our beloved place, d.c., as fondly called by us. Now u get all ur work done. Or if u wanna go further, u have many options availaible.. like 6-seater, auto rickshaw or bus.
I generally prefer bus as u can sneak in n out of it without payin a penny. yup. i did it twice, but unknowingly, guys. V are at the city now..... which is full of malls. leave it... as dis post is on d.c. and not on the city. v r now coming back... again in bus... which is always waitin for us at shivajinagar. just imagine.. whenever v r to board a bus... its empty.. the passengers r standin down.. but d moment v enter it d public which is watin down comes in. huh... were these ppl waitin for us to move in....GOD KNOWS.... the journey back is a joy ride.. especially when u are sittin in front... u sing along n u can also escape the weird expressions of people who are sitting behind u...
the problem starts now.. every time d bus stops.. v wonder.. has d.c. come. half of our time passes just like dis. finally v r here at d.c. u take dat 6-seater ride back after haggling with the autowalas. now v r back to pavillion n what, kahani khatam... paisa hajam... oops, waste!!!!
our insti is at highway... where u get nothin except chikhal...as in marathi.. v call it kichad. so if u wanna get even ur meaniest of jobs done, for instance get ur footwear mended, u have to go to dange chowk. v all r bugged goin out there. its like suddenly coming to a gaaon, not also village. v r ashamed of telling our friends in pune dat we stay at such a place. so for making it hep.. i suggested dat we shud call it d.c.( dange chowk) just like m.g. road, f.c. road et al.
all of our insti's students life starts from der if v wanna take a ride to the city. for reachin der too, we have to first walk to wakad, den take a six seater( which is full of guys.. oops.. men...how cud u expect that u will find a guy in a six seater, yaar) and v r finally at our beloved place, d.c., as fondly called by us. Now u get all ur work done. Or if u wanna go further, u have many options availaible.. like 6-seater, auto rickshaw or bus.
I generally prefer bus as u can sneak in n out of it without payin a penny. yup. i did it twice, but unknowingly, guys. V are at the city now..... which is full of malls. leave it... as dis post is on d.c. and not on the city. v r now coming back... again in bus... which is always waitin for us at shivajinagar. just imagine.. whenever v r to board a bus... its empty.. the passengers r standin down.. but d moment v enter it d public which is watin down comes in. huh... were these ppl waitin for us to move in....GOD KNOWS.... the journey back is a joy ride.. especially when u are sittin in front... u sing along n u can also escape the weird expressions of people who are sitting behind u...
the problem starts now.. every time d bus stops.. v wonder.. has d.c. come. half of our time passes just like dis. finally v r here at d.c. u take dat 6-seater ride back after haggling with the autowalas. now v r back to pavillion n what, kahani khatam... paisa hajam... oops, waste!!!!
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