Burrrpppp!!! Generally people wake up yawning, but she is our very own Satvinderji who is DIFFERENT form the rest. She wakes up very early in the morning. According to her, quarter to eight is very early (while her son leaves for school at eight). A cup of steaming hot elaichi tea is her preference (bed tea, you see…after all,she is already very tired burping). A moment late and she screams her lungs out and bellows across the room like a raging bull. Knowing this, Kala (her PERSONAL maid) makes sure that the tea is ready at 7.50 sharp.
She laments every morning that she needs to wake up so early at the crack of dawn. She says, “But what can I do…I have to work na...what will we eat otherwise!!!” Her son sniggers from the background. He takes his “only” mom as he is his only son with a pinch of salt. For who would believe this statement?! The richest family in South Delhi and a problem of Food!! That and several other statements are easily uttered. Satvinder loves to victimize herself.
After her usual rounds of chitter chatter, she drinks her piping hot tea (which is not hot anymore). It leaves behind a milky moustache that she is too bored to clean. A long stretch and she walks to bathroom for a quick bath. She arrives in a Pink Turkish Towel (bought from Canada, you see) after her (just) 45 minutes long bath. She mumbles “Cleopatra had donkey’s milk for her bath everyday, next time Sunny’s Papa (aka Mr. Satvinder Sahani) goes to Egypt, I’ll ask him to get me some too” (she and her husband share the same name)
She stands in front of the mirror and looks at her reflection with utmost affection. There she stands 5 feet tall with amber eyes and silky hair. “My Gawd, she exclaims, I’m becoming more beautiful everyday. I think the cactus mud pack is working”. The buck tooth that so forms the caricaturist feature of her face, doesn’t exist for her, they simply don’t. And neither does the pump stature. The silky long hair pleated with matching ribbons and beads and blue kohl forms an important part of her looks. She chooses a bright red satin kurta and teams it up with a bright yellow salwar. “I keep only bright colors in my cupboard baba,” she explains with fluttering eyelids, “they bring out my personality so well na?” She barely fits into the salwar kameez, tiers peeping through the back. But she is simply unaware. She smoothes her kameez and smiles in delight. She utters, “Sohni (beautiful) Satvinder is finally ready ji”
She heads straight towards kitchen “ Kala, I will bake my specialty chocolate cake, today. I bake it so well…even Mrs. Fernandes liked it”. Her maid is not a penny less. “But you had burnt it last time and Mrs. Fernandes thought it was some sweet sabzi”, Annoyed Satvinder retorts, “don’t you talk too much”. At breakfast, she devours 3 aloo parathas (she’s on a diet, you see) and karela juice, “Mrs. Agarwal toh has cucumber juice everyday. That is not good for skin. Don’t I look young, Sunny beta?”
The Activa drives her to boutique every morning at 10.30. It’s a shop of lehengas and kurtas for bridal wear in the most posh place of Delhi – Connaught Place. She clicks and saunters through the main entrance of the boutique making her place very evident to the workers. The very stature – domineering – does not allow workers to express themselves they are a subdued lot. She screams and wails at the employees for the slightest problems they create.
So there she is a “Page 3” personality – domineering, confident, indifferent to the world. She attends parties regularly. A laughing stock she makes of herself sometimes. Popular in a weird way – much like the Rakhi Sawant of Mumbai – can’t live with her and can’t live without her. She is a MUST invitee at every party in South Delhi. She loves getting dressed with the latest outfits in her store. People look twice at her. Her bagful of gossips keeps her friends engaged and so not a single person is ever bored of her.
Recently she has been invited to be the brand ambassador of a beauty clinic, recently opened at Carol Bagh. The owners have convinced her that no one else could do it better. Her popularity, her figure, confidence and grace are the perfect milestones to deliver the product. She stands in a bright auburn kurta and stand beside the banner of the beauty clinic, “Come & See the difference”, she exclaims as the sniggering cameraman looks on. This would be perfect frame for the funniest shots they say. A ‘perfect’ bakra for their weekend launch party. Would ‘Satvinderji’ be affected….nah! She’s too indifferent for that.
She was informed that the billboard will be put up for public view on Sunday. Yes, Sunday would be a perfect day, Satti thinks, as people go for outings on that day, and she will receive many calls for “such an AMAZING work” (standing near a banner without talking gibberish is an achievement for Satto. She reaches the venue early dressed in the same very outfit that she wore in the ad (it would be easy for people to recognize her, you see). One glance on the banner and she faints. The banner had two ladies. You all think Satti faints because she didn’t get all the limelight. Nah! It’s because Satti stands on the left hand side of banner with “BEFORE” and on the right hand side the other lady has an “AFTER” sign. She was portrayed as a fat lady (which she is NOT).
But Satvinder didn’t change at all, “they wanted someone beautiful for the ad, someone who wears good attire and looks smart, just like me”, she explains, “what they mean is, you are beautiful before, you will remain beautiful after”. She got her share of calls for, “Such an AMAZING work (explanation)”. She had become all the more famous but she never did an ad after this incident (she is DIFFERENT from the rest, you see).
(based on character sketch by Ruj)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, December 1, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
चार पहर की जिंदगानी
मुझे प्यारी है वह सुबह
जब आसमान गीला होता है
जब धूप सुनहरी होती है
जब मुझे जगाने अम्मा आती है
जब चिडिया की आवाज़ मुझे सताती है
मुझे दोपहर मैं पसंद है
सुने रास्ते जिन पर कोई nahin चल रहा
जब बरगद की छाओं ठंडी लगती है
जब चौकीदार उबासी लेता है
जब माँ थक कर बैठती है
मुझे शाम सुनहरी लगती है
जब मंदीर मैं आरती होती है
जब अम्मा भजन गाती है
जब पापा फोन करते हैं
मुझे सबसे अच्छी लगती है रात
जब खाना परोसा जाता है
जब दादाजी कहानी सुनते हैं
जब हम बातें करते करते सो जाते हें
हो गया दिन पूरा
kal है फिर नई सुबह
फिर नया संकल्प
चल रहा यूँही जीवन का पहिया
जब आसमान गीला होता है
जब धूप सुनहरी होती है
जब मुझे जगाने अम्मा आती है
जब चिडिया की आवाज़ मुझे सताती है
मुझे दोपहर मैं पसंद है
सुने रास्ते जिन पर कोई nahin चल रहा
जब बरगद की छाओं ठंडी लगती है
जब चौकीदार उबासी लेता है
जब माँ थक कर बैठती है
मुझे शाम सुनहरी लगती है
जब मंदीर मैं आरती होती है
जब अम्मा भजन गाती है
जब पापा फोन करते हैं
मुझे सबसे अच्छी लगती है रात
जब खाना परोसा जाता है
जब दादाजी कहानी सुनते हैं
जब हम बातें करते करते सो जाते हें
हो गया दिन पूरा
kal है फिर नई सुबह
फिर नया संकल्प
चल रहा यूँही जीवन का पहिया
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wanna see Mahuli alive......
Her name is Mahuli...which means "enchanting voice" and its a "raga" also.
I painted her character sketch.
It is tangent to my best freind's sis.
She is traditional but not conservative.
Everyone knows her but no one knows her. is obsessed with meaning behind every person's name
wears an anklet in her left leg. the design of anklet is very rare, coz its a bracelet which is turned into an anklet.
has loads of wooden bracelets in her left hand, the colors are rare...purple, mehndi green, beaded, strap et al.wears amulets in her right one.
generally has trimmed nails which has a coat of mattle paint.
she has pierced ears, with 2-3 piercing on each side. she wears silver earrings. stud in topmost.rings in second one and danglers or loops/hoods in bottom one.
has lots of black/blue kohl in her eyes.
occasionally wears specs.
fine but thick eyebrows.
shoulder length curly hair. volumnous one.
wears a wooden clutcher.
cupid lips with a thin coat of lipstick(sometimes).
tall face. she has dusky looks. has a prominent beauty bone.
wears long hippie kinda beads around her neck.
loads sa finger and thumb ring.
has two thin rings in her right thumb and one prominent one in left.
wears silver toe rings.
her figure:
just perfect: not slim
tall hands and long legs
a long neck
her wardrobe:
loads sa indo-western kurtis.
a very selective collection.
dark blue skin fit jeans which is slightly above her ankle.
3/4 cargos and jeans
sleeveless and three fourth sleeve kurtas
patialas, chudidars, arabian pants
a see-thru saree
loads sa junk jewellery designer and handmade belts
her profile:
she is a freelancer for creative content.
at work-has a handicraft spiral bound book in her hand.
has an elegant style of holding her pen.
is hyper-active.
uses her hand for every gesture.
a very good dancer, wants to pursue it as a profession
a very good cook but experimental one
winks her eyes...awwww she is very cute
laughs loudly
has a control on pitch
at home:
a small house with low wooden furniture.
long windows made of glass.
2 BHK with a garden and an attic.
has 2 jhoolas, one in her garden(room for 2) and other in the living room.
collected artifacts.
holds her cushion close to her while wathcing movies.
taps her feet while listening music
she:
talks to herself
prefers watching movie at home
writes a diary and also her blog too
never cares what happening in other's life
gossips but never reveal secrets of her or other's personal life
with friends:
has 3 close frends-two boys, sombhav aka som(a bengali) and danveer aka danny(a gujju) one girl, Nupur aka noor...btw nupur means anklet
calls her frend over on weekends
they play board games
fond of sudoku, word power et al
calls her friends for midnite parties
her taste:
dark chocolate, nuts
lemon tea,strawberry crush
pizzas, parathas n pastas
her take on love:
never had a boyfriend but knows gonna get hooked in a love marriage
will give her 100%
When she got hooked:
his name is Tanmay meaning engrossed
he is wheatish, wears spectacles, has short hair spikes(now).keeps experimenting with hairstyles wears loose jeans and t-shirts, boy's shorts... has something scribbled on his t shirts
laughs loudly...is tall and has medium body build
wears slip-ons and a strong perfume
has a steady job and varying earnings: weird work timings
has ideas in his veins
is an owl in disguise...chats all night on emails
has a coffee mug on his desk...is a computer geek
talks very much
gets angry pretty soon
creative in writing,
woos her gal by hook or crook
not a party animal
prefers to go to unknown places with his gal...mostly cafes
is independent..doesn't boast
has a pent house
gifts jewelery to her gal...doesn't call her daily but messages her quite frequent
Mahuli calls Tanmay.....Devil
I painted her character sketch.
It is tangent to my best freind's sis.
She is traditional but not conservative.
Everyone knows her but no one knows her. is obsessed with meaning behind every person's name
wears an anklet in her left leg. the design of anklet is very rare, coz its a bracelet which is turned into an anklet.
has loads of wooden bracelets in her left hand, the colors are rare...purple, mehndi green, beaded, strap et al.wears amulets in her right one.
generally has trimmed nails which has a coat of mattle paint.
she has pierced ears, with 2-3 piercing on each side. she wears silver earrings. stud in topmost.rings in second one and danglers or loops/hoods in bottom one.
has lots of black/blue kohl in her eyes.
occasionally wears specs.
fine but thick eyebrows.
shoulder length curly hair. volumnous one.
wears a wooden clutcher.
cupid lips with a thin coat of lipstick(sometimes).
tall face. she has dusky looks. has a prominent beauty bone.
wears long hippie kinda beads around her neck.
loads sa finger and thumb ring.
has two thin rings in her right thumb and one prominent one in left.
wears silver toe rings.
her figure:
just perfect: not slim
tall hands and long legs
a long neck
her wardrobe:
loads sa indo-western kurtis.
a very selective collection.
dark blue skin fit jeans which is slightly above her ankle.
3/4 cargos and jeans
sleeveless and three fourth sleeve kurtas
patialas, chudidars, arabian pants
a see-thru saree
loads sa junk jewellery designer and handmade belts
her profile:
she is a freelancer for creative content.
at work-has a handicraft spiral bound book in her hand.
has an elegant style of holding her pen.
is hyper-active.
uses her hand for every gesture.
a very good dancer, wants to pursue it as a profession
a very good cook but experimental one
winks her eyes...awwww she is very cute
laughs loudly
has a control on pitch
at home:
a small house with low wooden furniture.
long windows made of glass.
2 BHK with a garden and an attic.
has 2 jhoolas, one in her garden(room for 2) and other in the living room.
collected artifacts.
holds her cushion close to her while wathcing movies.
taps her feet while listening music
she:
talks to herself
prefers watching movie at home
writes a diary and also her blog too
never cares what happening in other's life
gossips but never reveal secrets of her or other's personal life
with friends:
has 3 close frends-two boys, sombhav aka som(a bengali) and danveer aka danny(a gujju) one girl, Nupur aka noor...btw nupur means anklet
calls her frend over on weekends
they play board games
fond of sudoku, word power et al
calls her friends for midnite parties
her taste:
dark chocolate, nuts
lemon tea,strawberry crush
pizzas, parathas n pastas
her take on love:
never had a boyfriend but knows gonna get hooked in a love marriage
will give her 100%
When she got hooked:
his name is Tanmay meaning engrossed
he is wheatish, wears spectacles, has short hair spikes(now).keeps experimenting with hairstyles wears loose jeans and t-shirts, boy's shorts... has something scribbled on his t shirts
laughs loudly...is tall and has medium body build
wears slip-ons and a strong perfume
has a steady job and varying earnings: weird work timings
has ideas in his veins
is an owl in disguise...chats all night on emails
has a coffee mug on his desk...is a computer geek
talks very much
gets angry pretty soon
creative in writing,
woos her gal by hook or crook
not a party animal
prefers to go to unknown places with his gal...mostly cafes
is independent..doesn't boast
has a pent house
gifts jewelery to her gal...doesn't call her daily but messages her quite frequent
Mahuli calls Tanmay.....Devil
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
An ode to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
Husn-e-jaana ki tareef mumkin nahi
Afreen afreen
Afreen afreen
Tu bhi dekhe agar to kahe hum-nashi
Afreen afreen
Afreen afreen
Aisaa dekha nahi khubsoorat koi
Jism jaise Ajanta ki murat koi
Jism jaise nigahon pe jadoo koi
Jism nagma koi,
jism khusboo koi
Jism jaise machalti hui raagini
Jism jaise mehakti hui chandni
Jism jaise hai khilta hua ek chaman
Jism jaise hai suraj ki pehli kiran
Jism tarsha hua,
dilkash-o-dilnashi
Sandali sandali
Makhmali makhmali
Afreen afreen
Afreen afreen
Aankhen dekhi to main dekhta reh gaya
Jaam do aur dono hi do aatisha
Aankhen ya maikade ke do baab hain
Aankhen unko kahoon, ya kahoon khwaab hai
Aankhen neechi hui to hayaa ban gayi
Aankhen oonchi hui to dua ban gayi
Aankhen uth kar jukhi to adaa ban gayi
Aankhen jhuk kar uthi to fazaa ban gayi
Aankhen jin mein hain qaid aasmaan-o-zamin
Nargisi nargisi
Surmayi surmayi
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
One Hundred Shades of White
I was rambling through the old library between ruffled binded books..not able to make my mind as to which book to read...then i saw a pink lady glancing at me through the corner of her eyes, our eyes met and i picked her up...she was none other than One Hundred Shades of White written by Preethi Nair.I read the cover and i liked it but was not able to bring myself to read it..i asked my sis, that whether she is interested in reading it...she agreed to issue it. She read it and recommended me..I read the first page not because i was bang on to read it but there was nothing else for murdering time at the doctor's place. First few pages and the book proved a magnet to silly old iron chunk (mee).
Amazing book I can say, will say and keep saying it until someone chokes mee. The writing style is amazing. The book has been written in first person. And it becomes interesting wen one sees the same life through two different eyes. Once it is Maya who speaks about her life and then comes Nalini, her mom who tells what all is already said by Maya but through her point of view. I particularly liked when Mom says my children liked the visit to Madame Tssaud's museum, they were happy but when it cums to Maya she blurbs that visit to the wax museum was soo boring.
I could completely relate to the book. I found myself in Maya. she is jus like me. Rummaging through life, searching for answers, and not able to come 2 agree with anything. not that she doesn't trust anyone but everything seems so different to her and Oh! how cud i not match her roller coaster life which is common to the hilt between us. I can say she is my alter ego. this is the only book till now which has made me cry. i felt the book.
I interprete this book in my own way. Gratitude keeps our life going. We should thank each and every person/situation/incident in our life. we don't know what teaches us what. may b some decades later we gonna hit upon the same thing which we are facing now and at that point we won't have anyone to thank to. We cannot miss upon forgiveness. it will help us see ways through difficulties.
we always see situations our own way. we never understand what the other person might be thinking of it. how is it to her. even if for a micro milli second we watch the world through other person's eyes, i bet the whole perspective would change. we wont b hurting anyone anymore and life would seem so much better. Thats what the writer hints upon when she skips from maya to nalini.
Truth is not only what we see. but truth is also what others see. and my truth and her truth can be completely different. this is what we should come to agree with life. and somewhere in my deepest of core i believe there are one hundred shades of white. and i like d bright one.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Do I know You, huh??
Hey buddies...I m back after a hiatus...I knw u all wud have missed me a lot...no i m not praising myself ( for a change)...but i missed my dear blog a lot and here I am...this is mee
So I have got two sections, one for those who read it regularly and the other sweet section for buggers, who dont visit this page n so don have a hang of it...
DIRECTION:
Readers...this way
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Good Job..amazin...v gotta learn a lot from each other...so keep posting comments so that v can keep in tuch
Non Readers....this way
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HELL....oops WELL...this is d wishing well where u gonna fall and ask for the time u missed and gonna make d most of it now onwards
I m satiated by bugging u all....but buddies...can't u mke me smile...by postin a sweet comment to commend...this wud act as a Complan for me...and help my mind to keep writing new stuff....i m not that selfish, ur comments will help u too...u can spit venom against mee...and Voila!!! u r ready again.....to read the new improved stufff...laugh out louder(and not loudest)
honie smiles
oohravazeeeeeeee
So I have got two sections, one for those who read it regularly and the other sweet section for buggers, who dont visit this page n so don have a hang of it...
DIRECTION:
Readers...this way
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Good Job..amazin...v gotta learn a lot from each other...so keep posting comments so that v can keep in tuch
Non Readers....this way
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HELL....oops WELL...this is d wishing well where u gonna fall and ask for the time u missed and gonna make d most of it now onwards
I m satiated by bugging u all....but buddies...can't u mke me smile...by postin a sweet comment to commend...this wud act as a Complan for me...and help my mind to keep writing new stuff....i m not that selfish, ur comments will help u too...u can spit venom against mee...and Voila!!! u r ready again.....to read the new improved stufff...laugh out louder(and not loudest)
honie smiles
oohravazeeeeeeee
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Love is all I have to give...BSB
I don't know what he does to make you cry,
but I'll be there to make you smile.
I don't have a fancy car,
to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.
I don't care if he buys you nice things
Does his gifts come from the heart-I don't know
But if you were my girl...
I'd make it so we'd never be apart.
Chorus:
But my love is all I have to give
Without you I don't think I can live
I wish I could give the world to you...but
Love is all I have to give
When you talk-does it seem like he's not
even listening to a word you say?
That's okay babe, just tell me your problens
I'll try my best to kiss them all away...
Does he leave when you need him the most?
Does his friends get all your time?
Baby please...I'm on my knees
praying for the day that you'll be mine!!
Chorus
Bridge
To you...Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more-inside
All the money in the world could never add up to all the love
I have inside...I Love You
Bass Break
And I will give it to you
All I can give, All I can give
Everything I have is for you
But love is all I have to give
but I'll be there to make you smile.
I don't have a fancy car,
to get to you I'd walk a thousand miles.
I don't care if he buys you nice things
Does his gifts come from the heart-I don't know
But if you were my girl...
I'd make it so we'd never be apart.
Chorus:
But my love is all I have to give
Without you I don't think I can live
I wish I could give the world to you...but
Love is all I have to give
When you talk-does it seem like he's not
even listening to a word you say?
That's okay babe, just tell me your problens
I'll try my best to kiss them all away...
Does he leave when you need him the most?
Does his friends get all your time?
Baby please...I'm on my knees
praying for the day that you'll be mine!!
Chorus
Bridge
To you...Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more-inside
All the money in the world could never add up to all the love
I have inside...I Love You
Bass Break
And I will give it to you
All I can give, All I can give
Everything I have is for you
But love is all I have to give
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Science has it... interestin riddles
Hey I have got some interestin proverbs for all of u...its jus that they are in scientific lingo..u r required to convert them in the normal English language...so here u go
Keepers and rearer of poultry should abstain from assigning successive numbers to any gallinaceous domestic foul that still occupy their spheroidal reproductive bodies...
make a guess..
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched
Interestin naa
Refrain from lachrymating with reference to lactose rich opaque white fluid secreted by female mammals which has involuntarily succumbed to the gravitational pull of the earth...
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Don't cry over spilt milk
hey hey caught u
Do not dissipate your competence by hebetudinous prodigality lest you subsequently lament an exiguous inadequacy
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Haste makes waste
Now this one's a poem
A research team proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologic protuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurement of a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exact size of which was unspecified. One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severe damage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure; subsequently the second member of the team performed a self rotational transition oriented in the same direction taken by the first team member.
this is our very own
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Jill came tumbling after
Keepers and rearer of poultry should abstain from assigning successive numbers to any gallinaceous domestic foul that still occupy their spheroidal reproductive bodies...
make a guess..
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched
Interestin naa
Refrain from lachrymating with reference to lactose rich opaque white fluid secreted by female mammals which has involuntarily succumbed to the gravitational pull of the earth...
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.
.
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Don't cry over spilt milk
hey hey caught u
Do not dissipate your competence by hebetudinous prodigality lest you subsequently lament an exiguous inadequacy
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.
Haste makes waste
Now this one's a poem
A research team proceeded towards the apex of a natural geologic protuberance, the purpose of their expedition being the procurement of a sample of fluid hydride of oxygen in a large vessel, the exact size of which was unspecified. One member of the team precipitously descended, sustaining severe damage to the upper cranial portion of his anatomical structure; subsequently the second member of the team performed a self rotational transition oriented in the same direction taken by the first team member.
this is our very own
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Jill came tumbling after
Sunday, April 6, 2008
This is how u interprete my mind
I saw a tree with leaves red and blue
But blue is the color of my hubby's hair
Hair are few on a bear's back
Sole's back is the front of a shoe
Shoes look elegant while I wear a saree
How bout combination of saree n dhoti
Floral printed dhoti is d dress code of d office
Imagine n office devoid of chairs but has big beds
Bed is d place where I keep my chappals
Hey my chappals have huge smart watch
Watch d needles jumping from d clock
Clocks would b worn as bindis soon
I like bindis which are transparent in color
Color, color, which color do you want
I want a huge pant which is not of my size
Size doesn't matter when it's a love letter
The letter 'F' don't u think is funny
'Funny Singh Iyer' is the name of my car
Two wheeler car is unbelievable Yaar
Unbelievable is also Uncle's bald hairstyle
'Deep Crew cut' was the hairstyle of a tree
So I saw a tree with leaves red and blue!!!!
But blue is the color of my hubby's hair
Hair are few on a bear's back
Sole's back is the front of a shoe
Shoes look elegant while I wear a saree
How bout combination of saree n dhoti
Floral printed dhoti is d dress code of d office
Imagine n office devoid of chairs but has big beds
Bed is d place where I keep my chappals
Hey my chappals have huge smart watch
Watch d needles jumping from d clock
Clocks would b worn as bindis soon
I like bindis which are transparent in color
Color, color, which color do you want
I want a huge pant which is not of my size
Size doesn't matter when it's a love letter
The letter 'F' don't u think is funny
'Funny Singh Iyer' is the name of my car
Two wheeler car is unbelievable Yaar
Unbelievable is also Uncle's bald hairstyle
'Deep Crew cut' was the hairstyle of a tree
So I saw a tree with leaves red and blue!!!!
Monday, March 31, 2008
27 Feet Long Dinner Table
Hello!!!!....Yep m talkin to you...Mr. Reader. Why don't you visit my blog often...,huh??
hey come out of the guinness book world record kinda headline and read what the post is all about.
Hello reader!! this is urvashi reporting from the batch of 2007-2009. I am gonna take u all to the dinner place where the hosteliers have their food. This table (camera takes a close up) was just 7 feet long with only 4-5 students having food together but now, as you can see, this table is around 27 feet long. This shows that people who have dinner over here are very keen on having it together. The owner of the mess, Anna (as he is preferably called), told our sources " Abhi kya hai na, yeh sab main jo khana deta hain na, uski wajah se hua hai, woh itna accha banta hai na ki table wahi kha kha ke bada hua hai" his statement was agreed by the students who told, that it is all because of food, becoz food is tasteless sometime and if we have it together, we forget the taste coz of good company of freinds"
leaving this aside, we will move towards the actual clipping of the freinds having food. As you can, everyone is not enjoying the co. but still are bearing because they don't want to miss the latest gossips which are being leaked on the dinner table. We asked the mess bhaiyas about the gala dinner and he told us that initially these people didnt have the dinner together but since quite some time they are doing so and creating a problem for us as they eat more when they are together.
Hey, now i will give you a character sketch of each person at the dinner table. Starting with Paridhi, as you can see, she is very friendly at the dinner table, not only with the food, guys but also with the diners and I like that she finishes food on time unlike all other chatters. Avani, talks less, but is not totally quiet, she talks on and off...this may be because she eats less too. Rujuta, hmmm..she has mood swings, as reported. she is totally quiet sometimes but transforms into a chatterbox when she gets something interesting to talk about. Priyanka, has loads of incidents to quote, but she doesn't forgets the food meanwhile. now i will talk about mayuri. she is a plaything. when we don't have anything interesting to talk about, we just shout, "Mayuri, billi!!!" and then the conversation begins with mayuri's scream followed by our laughter. to add, mayuri is the first one to finish the food and also carrots in the salad bowl. Asmita cannot gulp the food unless she has a cold drink to lay her hands on. Apoorva always has something like achar or bhujji to spruce up the tasteless food. Amruta, will keep on smiling, and will talk when its needed but her analysis of situations is missed when she's absent. Khushboo, with her long ponytail and cute smile chews food quietly not forgetting to flash her binaca once or twice in between. Nivedita concentrates on one thing and that could either be food or phone or this or that. Pooja, is cute with her quick comprehension of jokes and she is the one who will laugh if its sensible. Sudatta, or referred as Soogle by many, is logged on when there are doubts as to facts and figures. At other times, Sid and her's "Bengali bolchi karyakram" is going on. Neha is calm and composed while dining and also wont mind others blabbering. Nisha Shukla is very pleased while having, because most of the times she has to miss it due to commitments (mostly on phone). Nisha Jain is a good co. as she has many topics to talk about. Aditi is mostly quiet. Taran and Kalpana are to be found only sometimes.
Hey...now we come to the notorious lot....these are none other than our class boys.....they keep us waitni by comin late for dinner....in fact everywhere, they are the last one to arrive...and on top of that no regrets for doing so. I will start with Rajeev, he is always a helping hand. any one of us will always have a doubt for him, and when he starts detailin, he forgets that he is on a dinner table and gets late. Hmmm, Sid...he is in his thoughts most of the time but is talkin abt non veggie food becos he is missin it..he wil always start with...'wht do u say, urvashi ji"...aur ab aap logon ko main le chalti hoon Ratheesh ki taraf...jo hamesha choop baihte hote hain aur jokes bolo toh inhe hasne ko bolna badta....khana sabse pehle khatam karte hain...aur kabhi daana pani waste nahin karte hain...now we move towards Deep...just unpredictable...and the readers of ISC can swear by it. Its hard to digest food without his comments on each and every situation and that too with fulltoo expressions....we all miss him whenever he's is invisible..he he...
Now recently we also had Rohan from BAJM first year joinin us for dinner. he is really a sweetheart....we enjoy his PJs during dinner.....and his mumbaiya hindi...hey also Raunak from BAJM second year....we enjoy his company too...aur aur whom shud i describe now...??
Me yaar...don u wanna know about me....but even then i will tell u....on the dinner table...i just do three things....see if te food is good, my entire concentration is on eating....if not then on the gossips that are going around with or without my inputs. The third and the most preferred thng is to laugh...and I m a type of girl who would burst out laughing for what happened yesterday...lol
hey i will keep on adding new members as and when they come in...keep checkin this post to find your name...till then ke liye ciao
Waqt ke panne palatkar, phir woh haseen jeene ko dil chahta hai
kabhi hasaa karte the sabhi dost milkar, aaj unhein saath dekhne ko dil taras jaata hai
hey come out of the guinness book world record kinda headline and read what the post is all about.
Hello reader!! this is urvashi reporting from the batch of 2007-2009. I am gonna take u all to the dinner place where the hosteliers have their food. This table (camera takes a close up) was just 7 feet long with only 4-5 students having food together but now, as you can see, this table is around 27 feet long. This shows that people who have dinner over here are very keen on having it together. The owner of the mess, Anna (as he is preferably called), told our sources " Abhi kya hai na, yeh sab main jo khana deta hain na, uski wajah se hua hai, woh itna accha banta hai na ki table wahi kha kha ke bada hua hai" his statement was agreed by the students who told, that it is all because of food, becoz food is tasteless sometime and if we have it together, we forget the taste coz of good company of freinds"
leaving this aside, we will move towards the actual clipping of the freinds having food. As you can, everyone is not enjoying the co. but still are bearing because they don't want to miss the latest gossips which are being leaked on the dinner table. We asked the mess bhaiyas about the gala dinner and he told us that initially these people didnt have the dinner together but since quite some time they are doing so and creating a problem for us as they eat more when they are together.
Hey, now i will give you a character sketch of each person at the dinner table. Starting with Paridhi, as you can see, she is very friendly at the dinner table, not only with the food, guys but also with the diners and I like that she finishes food on time unlike all other chatters. Avani, talks less, but is not totally quiet, she talks on and off...this may be because she eats less too. Rujuta, hmmm..she has mood swings, as reported. she is totally quiet sometimes but transforms into a chatterbox when she gets something interesting to talk about. Priyanka, has loads of incidents to quote, but she doesn't forgets the food meanwhile. now i will talk about mayuri. she is a plaything. when we don't have anything interesting to talk about, we just shout, "Mayuri, billi!!!" and then the conversation begins with mayuri's scream followed by our laughter. to add, mayuri is the first one to finish the food and also carrots in the salad bowl. Asmita cannot gulp the food unless she has a cold drink to lay her hands on. Apoorva always has something like achar or bhujji to spruce up the tasteless food. Amruta, will keep on smiling, and will talk when its needed but her analysis of situations is missed when she's absent. Khushboo, with her long ponytail and cute smile chews food quietly not forgetting to flash her binaca once or twice in between. Nivedita concentrates on one thing and that could either be food or phone or this or that. Pooja, is cute with her quick comprehension of jokes and she is the one who will laugh if its sensible. Sudatta, or referred as Soogle by many, is logged on when there are doubts as to facts and figures. At other times, Sid and her's "Bengali bolchi karyakram" is going on. Neha is calm and composed while dining and also wont mind others blabbering. Nisha Shukla is very pleased while having, because most of the times she has to miss it due to commitments (mostly on phone). Nisha Jain is a good co. as she has many topics to talk about. Aditi is mostly quiet. Taran and Kalpana are to be found only sometimes.
Hey...now we come to the notorious lot....these are none other than our class boys.....they keep us waitni by comin late for dinner....in fact everywhere, they are the last one to arrive...and on top of that no regrets for doing so. I will start with Rajeev, he is always a helping hand. any one of us will always have a doubt for him, and when he starts detailin, he forgets that he is on a dinner table and gets late. Hmmm, Sid...he is in his thoughts most of the time but is talkin abt non veggie food becos he is missin it..he wil always start with...'wht do u say, urvashi ji"...aur ab aap logon ko main le chalti hoon Ratheesh ki taraf...jo hamesha choop baihte hote hain aur jokes bolo toh inhe hasne ko bolna badta....khana sabse pehle khatam karte hain...aur kabhi daana pani waste nahin karte hain...now we move towards Deep...just unpredictable...and the readers of ISC can swear by it. Its hard to digest food without his comments on each and every situation and that too with fulltoo expressions....we all miss him whenever he's is invisible..he he...
Now recently we also had Rohan from BAJM first year joinin us for dinner. he is really a sweetheart....we enjoy his PJs during dinner.....and his mumbaiya hindi...hey also Raunak from BAJM second year....we enjoy his company too...aur aur whom shud i describe now...??
Me yaar...don u wanna know about me....but even then i will tell u....on the dinner table...i just do three things....see if te food is good, my entire concentration is on eating....if not then on the gossips that are going around with or without my inputs. The third and the most preferred thng is to laugh...and I m a type of girl who would burst out laughing for what happened yesterday...lol
hey i will keep on adding new members as and when they come in...keep checkin this post to find your name...till then ke liye ciao
Waqt ke panne palatkar, phir woh haseen jeene ko dil chahta hai
kabhi hasaa karte the sabhi dost milkar, aaj unhein saath dekhne ko dil taras jaata hai
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.
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