When I was in LARSEN N TOUBRO..

Summer internship @ LnT,
O shux! The air conditioning is very very chilly ;)
Harry - the only entertainer on the floor,
His yellingz make Sunil slam the door :x ,
Den derez ma mentor, Shubhojit sir, who keeps running and slipping :P,
Hez sweet buh den he popz up all ov a sudden interrogating :O
Deepa ma'am wid an air of sophistication ,
O Shez damn good wen it comes to oration !
Nupur mam  alwayz wearz a smile,
Makes us feel at home , not on exile ;)
RJ , da robot :P my senior works day n night
Looking at his dedication towards work kinda gives mefright :0
Namz - da xenophile, is supafun & round (pun intended)
Day becomes boring wen dis comic character aint around :(
Hiral da borichazz is so funny,
Hr gesture of aiming at the trashcan makes her luk lyka bunny :P
Last but not the least - THE man himself, on the top ov the house..
Mr Solanki - hez a sweetheart & aftr da ppt goof up on ma part,
RESPECTTTT for him all da more arouse!!!

It happens only in india!

Male chauvinism is at its peak if we take india into consideration.Women are subjugated in every which manner they can be and in every aspect.I feel its becoz they never retaliate, coz as per the self sacrifying nature of a woman, especially when she enters a married life,she thinks about continuing that journey till eternity and hence adjusts no matter what, in order to keep shanti barkaraar in her family.She is the sole victim of her husband’s frustration .There are certain instances that happen in her day today life that I wud like to cite -


1.Only girls are supposed to cook food and serve the guests and the boyz of the fam enjoy the gossps.

2.When a fam is finished off with its meals,itz the daughters and mothers that have to keep the utensils and clean the mess. (grammatical error in dis sentence i guess)

3.And its worse in the case of working women,earn moolah also and then do the household chores and then inspite of all this,listen to the crap ov being negilgent in the child’s upbringing.

4. Any fault whether or not its herz,is to be dumped onto her as though shez a trash-can.

5.So much so seeing all this even she starts supporting female infanticide and I feel its good in a way,better not to welcome a galchild into dis male-biased world of ourz.Infanticide is better than slow poisoning I guess. Woh kehte haina ki ghut ghut k maarne se achcha hai ek baar mein nipta daalo :x

6.Her state of affairs becomes worst when she happens to tie the knot via arrange marriage and her better half turns out to be a victim of depression,insecurity,inferiority complex and hence resorts to boozing,fagging and beating her black and blue.But then too she keepz mum, coz she doesn’t want to create havoc in her parents mind.

P.S Thank GOD I aint a victim to points #3,4,5,6! phew! and being a lazy bum, point #1 & 2 are also partially applicable on me :P

say na say na

They say “thoda padh lo” , I say “thodi der mein”,
They say “u are weird” ,I say “ u all r da same”
They say “u r reserved”,I say “u are a chatter box”
They say “u are short” , I say “u suffer from gigantism”,
They say “u are blunt”,I say “ cant fake like u”
They say “time is money”, I say “cant make any transactions thru it?”
They say “eat fruits for a glowing skin”, I say “glow is implicit on ma skin “
They say “burn some calories”, I say “combustibility is accompanied with pain or vice versa ”
They say “u r a prankster”, I say “yeah I know am damn creative”
They say “read newspaperz”, I say “ dey have ugly prints(♫ six dayz)”
They say “shaadi karni hai kya fir”, I say “nai pagla,ash karne hain”
They say “stop braggin”, I say “plug ya earz”
They say “u are smart”, I say “ u bet”

P.S will update this sumtym l8erz :P
I know madzo will get mad at me for having shown dis much ov udi :P well,I turn a deaf ear whenever she gets dese fits ov acting like an aunty ;)

BLAST from the PAST( episode #2)

As makkadman had said “With gr8 power comes gr8 responsibilities”,so was the case during my headgirlship.But the best part was - I loved the stage and hence made me love my headgirlship.The other students used to dream ov being a doc,an engg,imagining themselves in states etc,but right from class 3,I wanted to be ma schoolz headgal.(yaar ambition ka kya tha,ki it kept changing with time- kabhi doc kabhi engg,kabhi CA kabhi astronaut :P).Yeah talking about headgalship,how can I forget that blunder on ma part,firstly by frgetting to conduct the morning assembly(I cried so much on that day :( ) and then the very next day ,the oathtaking day,I goofed up by shouting “3 cheers fr CCGSSS” …..period. (evry1 started giving me weird lookz and I gave them the same wondering y have they zipped their lipz) and then our principal mam who was standing just nxt to me said “ My gal,HIP HIP HURRAY” remember??” I felt like hiding ma face..oathtaking day and m tasting DISASTER :0 woof!

P.S waise ourz was the anokha school where HIP HIP ki jagah HIP HIP HIP shout kiya jata tha haina??(oh dat reminds me ov one ov ma fav programz on zeetv,HIP HIP HURRAY!)

This was wickedly funny.During our hindi class tests,if incase the computer students dint happen to have their class they used to come back and give us company.Many a times they used to nibhaofy bhaichara(behenchara) by helping us out in our tests :P The khushi/wickedness on their faces esp on madzoz,used to be incomparable.(seedhe saadhe log jab galt kaam karte hain toh unhe khoob maza aata hai) An evil grin used to eclipse their faces.


Oh yeah…the aerobicz sessions aftr assembly during middle school used to fantastic.Making fun ov the weird dance steps ov ur close friend (trying ur best to hide ur emotions but failing to do so)who was it? Dola I guess :P (ajkal JUST DANCE k namooono ki yaad aa gayi)and then shifting from the gym to the open area near the office for aerobicz coz ov the drooling and hanging harkatez of the boys school guyz.(dey had even gone to d extent og bringing binocularz I guess :P).Waise if u play songs like brazil n all ov vengaboyz,then automatically u get the adrenaline pumping…umm itz da adrenaline rush as edward sayz ;)

And the best of all,ctrlling yawns during A particular subject period was like impossible.The continous strifles with the yawns and the consequent nostril twitches.LMAO.Everyone used to have some other book on their desks and I remember how we used to pass chits and have lunch box in that period 2! Lunch box se yaad aya..half of it used to get finished before the recess itself. Once I had dropped some eatables from my tiffin on the ground and when mam had entered the calssroom it was distinctly visible as the floor had become dirty.And the dunno why she asked me”who had dis”,scared 2 da core I said “Mam, I had got this in my tiffin yesterday and I guess the sweeper dint clean the floor ,that’s y itz still lying here. "

Cacografy ( GO DA GA DI )

Sum1 had frwded dis msg to me long back

" Madhya pradesh he ek aisa rajya hai jahan har 2 ghante mein khushiya manaayi jati hain

poocho kyu

poocho kyu

Lite aa gayi lite aa gayi!"

Lite chali gayi hai and I feel like pulling ma hair as no1s at home n boredom has got the better off me.( I know I know ma close frenz must be scratching their heads as to lappy toh hai nai iske paas…are ek fase gaya hai,gadho esp EC wale gadho :P)My moms off 2 b’bay as ma mama is not well.Not well se yaad aya hez in da hosp and I seriously hate going to hosps.Going there even if not as a patient but as a well wisher,I hate the eerie atmosphere out there.I get negative vibes in hosp.I loved watching that program on discovery,during high school…I cant recall the name..but it used to b sth about the emergency cases that da docz used to take up.Likewise watching all creepy stuffs on fear factor seems wow ,but when faced in real life we seem to hate it(ek baby chippi ko dekhke watt lag jaati hai bahi,chipi=lizard).Somewot like “U love laafing but u hate being laafed upon.” But I am just marvelled by the fact that docz have to jhelofy so much in their lives.Firstly study till the age when the charm disappears from ur face,then go to that sickeing hosp everyday, and worst of all having studied evrything about the diseases and their symptons,when they happen to suffer and when docz become patients,it must b hard thinking 24X7 woz going on…inside the human machine.(are u talking about diseases,I had once gone into coma after seeing the side effects of one of the oral medicines for acme treatments)Y am I writing this post ?? I got no clue.Oh no..no personal grudges with docz..amin how could I? My fam abounds in docz yaa.Having said all that kudoz 2 docz for being our living grace.And a full stop to this post coz lite aa gayi hai :)


P.S cacography means bad handwriting,over here itz a boring post,coz when i read it I dint like it :(

BLAST from the PAST(episode #1)

Why is it alwayz that we realise the real worth of sth wen itz gone?? ♫ Yeh dooriyaan ♫ ( o no no ...no love ajkal thing happening wid me k…as it is I hated that flick, so da question of that sicko concept happening to me kinna rules out) …n wen its gone we miss it like crazy...thinking abt it a million tymz…hankering for that sth… discussing it ova n ova again by diving in2 da depths of time and revisiting da world of nostalgia.

Wot else could that sth b than my good ol school ♥

Starting with the morning assembly…when we used to sing diff hymnz…n the gal standing next to me (usually it used to be Varmaji) used to burst out laaafing when on high notes ma voice used to crack :P and then as nothing is as contagious than a laughterburst…so the going used to get tuffer…ctrlling giggle fits in frnt ov teachers.

Then the checking part wherein the league of appointed martinets used to commit atrocities on innocent cherubz like us.(♫ m only human sometymz I make mistake ♫…bhool gaye hymn book lana…bachche ki jaan loge kya ab) Best part used to be – fooling the prefect by borrowing hymn book from the girl who used to get herself checked first and worst part (u urself ,being the prefect o d headgal n forgetting to bring the da same and trust me I was a drushlak during 11th n 12th ,coz 10th k baad height ruk gayi thi :P and same was the decision ov gray cells-not to multiply :x)

Oh! I remember dis so well.ISCians remember dose infinitely long answers ov “The Tempest” which we were supposed to cram and were tested on it every week? They cursed me …yeah literally for spoiling an entire physics period as I had told that the test hadnt been cancelled(jabki I had managed to request one ov ma fav teachers not to conduct that test :P)...(sabki shakal pe bara baje hue the…coz as usual we used to come unprepared for that test…xcept for sum weirdoz :P)

I loved ma headgalship buh den the worst part used to be you couldn’t remain absent from school especially one day before the commencement of the exam(as they expect u to be some supahuman( has lo has lo jaadu bolkar )).But I was different( amin I thought I wouldn’t set a good example if I flunk :P..so gathered all the guts of steel and convinced some other frenz to give me hosla(unko bhi mana liya ki 'koi na marenge toh saath mein marenge,maaro bunk'...hum tumhaare saath hain :P kya tum humaare saath ho??).The other day as expected, all the absentees were asked to stand and justify their absence a day before xam :P In a class of 25ish sum 5ish had turned up.(desh drohi saale)One after the other evryone gave the same reaz “ stomach disorder” as it was rainy season and when my turn came I said with utter ghambhirta “ stomach disorder"[(my sis compares me to that macavity the mystery cat(heard dis class 10th poem d oda day on SO U THINK U CAN DANCE) …I mean that shrek's movie puss in the boots.But trust me I cant fake at all.)] .And again VARMAJI couldn’t digest my reaz and burst out laafing in frnt ov mam...making it supaobvio that I was lying :xx

P.S other episodes will be posted sumtym l8er.

Equipped with shock absorberz(for jhelofying dosto k 440V k shocking comments)

When u’ve worn a pretty dress and u r are dressed to the nines and have been receiving compliz from omost evry1 at the party and when u approach them asking “how do I look?”(expecting them to say "stunningly illuminating o sth" They say it bluntly on ur face “ab do kilo make up lagaake toh koi chudail bhi achchi lagne lage,tum kya cheez ho”

U upload a pic on fb and make it ur display pic and then they attack ur wall with the most poking comments u could have ever received in ur entire life,calling u granny,sydney sheldon’s novel sum char whoz a murderer,gummy bear,aunty,kraken (dis was like 2 much) etc...they say "nothingz worse than a group of kidz teasing u"…well I wud redefine dis phrase sayin “Nothing is worse than a bunch of ur close frenz poking jokes at u”…amin if derez just one u can fire missiles and reequip ur arsenal…but then one man army fighting so many hooliganz…itz obvio u hafta show the white flag….and then their constant reminders to change ur dp actually make u ponder ...”dude m I luking dat bad?” on second thought ya derez sumthing weird about dis picha…n den u start imagining urself as if u have gone bald and ur wearing a wig o sth :xxx You go asking ur mom and then ur best friend by pinging her on fb and they give u a pseudo consolation as to “ we love u da way u are!” and then u say “ I hate their tangential remarks !”

This was pain.I was having second thoughts about going to tutz( class 10th twas yeah) ,wearing sum yo typa dress (as I knew my frenz had no taste of fashion) and on getting a reassurance from my mom who said “ U are luking very smart my gal in dis outfit”, I went wid fool on confi to tutz.And then as soon as I entered the place BOOM! There was a cloudburst amin on me.Kaminey dostlog made me so damn conscious, that not even a single thing that r tution sir spoke,I was able to get it.Bloody they had even gone to the extent of calling me E.B (england beggar).I was angst 2 da core and who else can it be other than our beloved mom whoz alwayz the target of our rampage(coz pappa k saamne toh chalti nai hai apni). I was like “ Your just like Karan Joharz mom,evrytime when he luks funny she sayz “ u luking fab son”.And then I exploded saying MOM! u love dressing me up like a clown! :xxx

They call u CHOTU time and again ( making u realise that ur a dwarf) inspite of the fact that u love the way u are and U THINK TALL…letz not b polite and come to my original form…”saale sabhi gigantism k shikaar hain…and they call u short”…having heard dis word CHOTU a zillion tyms….many a tyms it happens that ur in a hotel and one of the customers shouts to the waiter saying “ Ae CHOTU” and u turn around thinking sum1s calling u :P (very embarassing i tell u)

Having said all that( nikalofied my bhadaas) I admit herein ,

"Not even the best compliments can sound better than the jokes they poke at me"

And they are the ones who make our boring dull life ,spicy, hawt n happening!! o shud i say a lil 2 spicy ;) with their kaminapan/kaminipanti (woteva is da word)