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)

GrO$$

Dhan tanaa….m back n guess wot wid a bang( pun intended-u’ll get it when u read the entire post)

Sometimes I kinna wonder at human psychology..( 2 b precise most of the times flabbergasted by it)amin isnt it weird that these gyms rake in so much ov moolah due to our( oh c’mon m weird buh u cant kick me out of the homo sapiens class) fatheadedness, deliberately procastinated realisation and consequent delayed action. Yeah! We hog and hog and hog to the extent of blowing up,keep delaying the workout sessions and then when the realisation dawns(that omg I look so fugly,one more day delay and the mirrorz gona crack :P- I like it when imran uses this word in I Hate love Stories) its too late and then we we hit the gym. Guess evry 1 loves living dis saw “I love deadlines, I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” I dunno about others but I am a religious follower of this saying :P ( kya karein aadat se majboor.…jab tak sir par nai padti I dun budge an inch :P newayz engineering teaches u to get a Phd in dis aspect)Guess even I have been a victim of that realisation but in my case I get bored too soon and quit.(manmauje hain yar like basanti hawa (class 6th baal bharti pustak ki kavita was it??))

But believe me its reely hard to lose those xtra calories esp by going on a controlled diet.How on earth can u even think about not having junk(tala gala sala mala)?( Yaar gaai bhains thodi na hain jo ghaas foos khaaeye jaaein(by ghaas foos I mean salad n other vegetables xcluding da mouth watering ALOO) .DAMN u! U adipose tissue.Its all coz of u.And then when u ask ur frenz about it they are like they get motivation from the people around the,n I m like self obsession aint good sumtym,narcissim comes in the way of losing some extra calories ♫ Mere jaisa koi kahan 10 on 10 ♫ yeh wali feeling never leaves me ;)
No but after seeing a couple of my acquaintances being bottled up wid various side effects of obesity I thought of giving a try to Working Out. But then 20 mins of continuous exercise and I go gasping for air.(as though have climbed a mountain). Actually cant get off this habit of ash farmaaing ,too lazy to work hard and prefer going the hardly working way ;) But when I look at ma scraggy frenz ( those who have managed to pull down a helluva wt thru rigourous routines and an abstemious diet)m like “I don’t call this life , a life so full of austerity( on food)” coz I believe ♫ milti hai humein zindagi ek baar kyu na karein khulke hum isse pyaar ♫( oh yeah pyaar for food,being a connoisseur of food). And the more u exercise the more u feel famished and the craving for junk increases all the more, so much so that u start living the character of that squirrel of ice age :P And the worst part about working out,the weighing machine shows no loss in wt :xx And then the consolation that they give is "You dont reduce in kgs you reduce in inches" :xx

As they say that the most classic advice are given by ur frenz.So I happened to ask this friend of m9 as to what do I do to reduce my weight as I hate going on a controlled diet and I hate working out.And guess what the advice was “Ek kaam karo tum mar jao,then u’ll be a spirit and spirits are as light as a feather.” Can you ask for anything else when u’ve got a bunch of half baked frenz ? Hence I conclude saying that though people have joined the mad rat race to get a zero figure,I personally feel that zero figure makes you look anorexic and therefore it being aptly said “Eat right, exercise regularly,die anyway!”,I prefer staying healthy.( khaate pete khandaan k toh lage bahi)

Some memorable G0Of UpS!

#1 Sitting and bhaat maaring ( gossiping) during final prac instead of studying for viva (engineering dayz ),inspite of knowing that ur name starts with an A and ur amongst da first batch…and after sumtym on realising that “dude where are all the classmates “ ,shouting “o ……” and running for our lives to the other department(it takes time to move from one department to the other when u study in a sarkari college )and then finding out that ur name had been called out and u werent dere :P

#2 Going for shopping with ur group and making ur friend buy a pair of chappals that make her hapshi feet look all the more hapshi :P not realising that the chappals wont look good on her feet,thinking how it would look on urz :P) and her gharwales mocking at her for getting those chappals.

#3 heading to the seniors(whom we like nad havent spoken to them before..tashan huh ;)) ,during farewell, to get a snap clicked and finding out that u r all alone,kaminey dost log had left u mid way and waving at u from a distance as go champ go :x(saale foto toh sabko khichwana hai par initiative nai lenge )

#4 Teasing ur grp frenz with their aashiqs(esp that particular one who looks the yuckest :P) , and reminding them of their clicks with the same offering a gulab ka fool(symbol ov love) to them :P rofl

#5 Telling ur other friend that you wont be writing another common frenz name in ur blog (as she hadnt wished u on ur 25th bday ) and then cursing ur kismat ,the very next minute for getting yells n senti shootings from the other 1 for not having included her name.
P.S zindagi mein kabhi nai padha hoga blog usne ,par names dhoondhne k liye she actually glanced through my post :P

#6 Going blank during a final pracz viva.( Inspite of knowing the answers which ur friend had told u a day before ) ab kya kar sakte hain bahi,jab aapke fav adhoc is in frnt of u <3 ( fatal attraction- for all those who have read my 1st post) and then ur friend kicking u for having done that .

#7 Speaking rot about ur friend to another friend during a telephonic conversation ( rot as in getting mad at her for “apne pair pe khulhadi maarna” and then ur sister overhearing it and telling u “ I’ll tell het I’ll tell her that u speak such rot stuff about her”

#8 Getting in2 the practice of improving angrezi by conversing with ur grp friendz in english,and rolling on the floor laafing the nxt moment on hearing them speak in it. Tabhi angrezi achchi nai ho payi abhi tak :P and literally have to gasp for words while speaking(aadat nai haina)

#9 This incident is fun.Giving a seminar in class along with another friend. And during the last 2minutes wherein the questions are supposed to be shooted from the fellow class mates, on getting a question wherein the full form was asked , looking dumbstruck at ur friend for having coined a full form that very moment and nt saying that she dint know(khud se he kuch bhi bana k bol diya)…and then ur friend giving u a poking look for making it obvious that sth was fishy about that answer which she gave.Par who kya haina “bolo toh bum bolo” with fool on confi then no1 can cross question u ;)

Are u wid me on dis??

I was just getting bored 2 da core so thought of boring u peepz yet again with my gibberish...this tym m gona keep it short(I know junta must be saying her short has a completely different meaning) coz i aint gona narrate any real lyf incident(as my previous posts in which I spend a lot of time laying the bait), just gona compile a list of things that have changed universally ,but still u tend to relish them more in their old is gold form, atleast I do, dunno about u fellaz .

#1 Letterz vs e-mails(fb,orkut etc(waise gumshuda typez ho gaya hai orkut :P) Though m sure almost evryonez hooked onto these sites like parasites ;) ,but then I reely miss writing letters to my frenz esp b'bay frenz. I still have all of their letters with me..daz ma treasure.The excitement that used to ensapsulate me during my school dayz cannot be described in wordz. Friendship ,birthday cards with letterz in it, giving my bestest efforts in decorating them with glitter pens,flashy glittering stickers,(jitta toh koi drawing competition mein bhi nai kiya hoga) and eagerly waiting for their reply...dat feeling was amazingly fantastic. Running to mom after coming back from school asking her "Did the postman get anything addressed for me" ,the jumping with joy on hearing a 'YES' from her and a gloomy hanging face on a 'NO'. ♫ Woh teh suhaane din apne♫..oh yeah ☺ hey by the way on stressing hard, I remember that I had also played a prank along with my cousins,by sending a blackmailing letter to my relatives stating that their children would be kidnapped and had dared to ask for a ransome :P But unfortunately we got whackings instead of moolah :(

#2 Carz Vs Two wheelerz
They always say " Wana go for a long drive" ,well I prefer the long ride. Itz fun riding a bike and riding it the way u want amin in a zig zag manner , and what I miss the most is the tripling sessions on bike with frenz and cousins. I still remember my cousin had hidden his face with a cap , coz he was feeling damn embarassed ,being seated on a two wheeler with 2 girls.(obviously his sisters) .The second one being my tripling session with gitchi n chouban.....dat 2 during daytym,singing and riding simultaneously and 2 add more recording it. Ratz! We behaved like lunaticz that day and were lucky enuf 2 escape the hawaldaarz hawk eyes.( amin traffic sense itta badhiya jo hai humare town ka ki 3some aint a trouble over here ).



#3 Orange Candy bar Vs the branded ones(baskin robz,gelatto etc)
Droolicious is d adjective that I'd associate with orange candy barz,I love the colour of the lips after having da bar..natural lipistic( love spelling n pronouncing it this way n as I hate putting the real ones).And during summers the pleasure in having them is absolutely divine.






#4 Roadside Junk Vs Spick and Span Food Junctions(McD,Domz etc)


Oh c'mon evry1s gona b wid me on dis 1.No matter how unhygienic it appears having fulki/panipuri/golgappes from a thela, it tastes like nectar for sure.Inspite of the recent video of panipoori,which spread like wild fire,I toh stil go to hawkers and vendors for having fulkis(yeah I try hard not to recall that scene...puke puke ).On that note,its been ages i've been to civic centre chowpati...wil go and hog today itself.(yesterday itself I had paani poori and chocolate pudding of 7/11 and I am supposed to be working out with a controlled diet...but then ki farak painda...will work out rigourously and lose those extra calories which I have gained.).Though we dun get VADA PAVZ over here,but I must that was amin is, will frvea be, my fav junk food.I can have it 365 dayz(but then dont wana blow up).



For all Christ Churchians- ubli ber,chana chor garam,ice candies,n mangal k aalobunde the most, Dont u peepz miss them ??






P.S All ma frenz who are not in town (amin sabhi bahar hain) must be abusing me for taking them in2 da world of "nostalgia". Oopz!






#5 Decent behaviour Vs Uncontrollable Laaf !


What da....! Till teens all your galtiyaas used to be forgiven but the moment you enter your twenties they expect you to put up your best behaviour :x Darn it! (I wish the age old rules of not changing, applies here to0, like in gurukool of mohabbatein )Laafing your guts out when someone slips on the ground, going shabbily dressed to a party( repurcussion-mom dad disowning u as if aap padosi bachche ho :x ), playing the role of rancho( amin a prankster)....dunno why cant these things go on...instead of being inversely proportional to age:x






And if you notice carefully what makes these traditional(aur koi word yaad nai aara tha) things so sought after are "FRENZ" .

As ma rockstar ranveer singh says "tere bina na bread pakode khaane mein maja hai...naaa( not continuing but itz obvious birda watching in case of galz).this 1s for all ma budz ♥









Wud like to add an sms wch I hd received sum dayz back

Not even the best desert can taste sweeter than the cheap ice cream i had wid dem,

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

Not even the expensive clothes can suit me better than the dress i borrowed from them,

Not even the hottest pizza can taste better than the vada pavs I had wid them,

I do survive widout them, But I live inly wid them :)

2 my frenz,U ROCK MA WORLD!

P.S There were many other pts which could have been mentioned but then novel aari hai bahi :P

Chuk Chuk Gaadi :)

Train journeyz as explained by geet in "jab we met" reely make ur heart beat at an abnormal rate. I have alwayz loved the one way train journeyz as in from my hometown to some other city and maximum times itz been aamchi mumbai. Travelling used to happen during the much awaited summer and winter vacations.While boarding the train for b'bay I used to be on the 7th heaven( as though was harry potter and my destination was Hogwarts and nt b'bay) and while boarding the train from b'bay I used to start praying hard to GOD, a couple of dayz before, by offering HIM all sorta bribes "PLZ PLZ PLZ postpone ma stay,I'll be the best child in the world,I wont trouble my mom and I swear I wont fight with my elder sister"(connecting myself very strongly wid calvin).O c'mon the very thought of going back to hometown and re-opening of the school and 'fir padhai ' wala cloud hovering around ma head,the monday blues etc -I didnt quite like it. As it is the best part about school used to consist of assembly( most of the times skipping it by reaching school l8 and consequently getting punished),zero period,recess,drawing period,library period(esp the videoroom 1),and various other functions. And then after finding myself seated in the train,I used to complain to ma mom "woz the point of being religious when GOD doesnt respond to ur prayers ." And as usual mom used to turn a deaf ear to my crappy cribbings.

But isnt it a wonder,that the things which mean so much to you take a U turn when you cross the threshold of teenage and enter in2 the adulthood fase. When in job, the journey from b'bay used to fill ma heart with rejoice and the journey for b'bay used to fill my eyes with tears. Ekdum 180 degrees turn.But not to that extent as it is for others ,becoz b'bay is ma second home.Newayz aftr I kicked ma job the good old childhood dayz were back with a bang becoz I had taken a drop fr mba prep.And the second fase of gd/pi with most of the interviews centre as b'bay I could relive those dayz again :) The only difference being that during school time u couldnt afford to flunk or fare badly coz the competition used to be with a bunch of peepz and u couldnt come up with lame excuses.But now thnx to these competitives which give a relative score and allow lacz of candidates to take an exam , U can alwayz be ready with da most common excuse " To compete with IITians and sum oda freakoz aint an easy job " ;) coz its pretty much obvious that u aint mentally demented :P So,after finshing off with one of ma gd/pi's wch was scheduled in b'bay and spending omost a week having a blast with my cousins, the doomsday had come when I had to return to my hometown - yeah end of all fun :x ( Not that I dun like my place its juss that life gets pretty much boring and monotonous during a drop, with all ur frenz in job or pursuing PG). I boarded the train and my cousin helped me place my luggage and left. Luckily the train was'nt jampacked. And even before the train could take off( yaar angrezi thodi kumzor hai plane takes off that I know train ka nai pata), I had to attend n number of phone callz. Thats what happens when u look like a kid inspite of being in ur twenties :x Parents and relatives are extremely worried about you. They ring you every hour and give you the same pravachans " beta compartment mein ladies toh haina , hope the crowd is okayish, hope u arent the only gal, dun speak to strangerz, dont take anything if somebody offers u ( kuch mila diya toh),dont get down any station , dont buy anthing from the vendors,station food is highly unhygienic and unhealthy " and the pravachan goes on and on...being reiterated from evry person that calls me...so much so that I actually hafta shift my hand towards the wall " like talk to the hand" ,spare me typez gesture. And I humm that song of britney ♫ For my life has been so overprotected ♫ . So after the constant buzzing of the fone was over , I started listening to some music , got bored read a few pages (by few i mean 2-3 pages) of "stay hungry stay foolish" which I had purposely purchased at the station itself ( are bahi mba lyf enter kar rahein hain socha khareed toh le padhein na padhe baad mein dekhi jaegi ;)),got bored again ,looked outside the window got all the more bored. The train halted at some station and in the midst of hustle and bustle, a guy entered the compartment and started placing the luggage, his was upper berth and m9 was lower.It being afternoon,he decided to sit on the lower birth( jaise sab karte hain). The third person hadnt come as I had already mentioned that it being off season, train wasnt so crowded . I kept a cold and reserved look on my face as ♫ momma told me dont be talking to stranger..dont be talking to stranger...stranger is danger ♫. But then if sum1 asks you a question u cant just turn a deaf ear and look the other side .Rite! So I gave the answer and in order to show myself preoccupied started reading that supaboring novel and yawning at the same time.Bloody he dint have nething to do so said " This is a nice novel , I have read it, but the other one by rashmi bansal is better " I replied" ya Connecting the dots ,which speaks about da big tycoons wch dont have an mba degree." But then I whispered to myself( woh bhi jhilaoo thi aur yeh bhi supajhilao...woh bhi poori nai padhi..yeh bhi nai padhenge :P) Then the usual intro followed as to wotcha doing n all. On figuring out that hez into a peripatetic job I pondered over " bichara nomad( hindi mein woh kya bolte hain banjara)" and asked him so much of travelling "dont u get sick of it?" I dun remember wot he said..but then I personally feel evry1 cant kick their job like me na, and dose lyrics frm summer of '69 flashed ♫ aint no use in complaining when u got a job to do ♫. Then the usual discussion of which board being lenient in giving marks and all started ( I was like dude abhi gd/pi deke aaein hain paka mat)....Then the usual bragging session....I said I scored ab.cd%ile in CAT n he was like it aint a big deal even I scored this much last yr...( I was like O trei...yeh toh intelli hai..amin bio wala hoke bhi itta laya)...But then when he said that he scored sum 80ish in cet(coz cet is like bhery easy) and had just got up and taken both the exams...I came to know bahi TUKKEBAJI chal gayi iski toh....n explained him the difference between the two exams and told that since u got that score without any prep so you dont know its value....Boss but the guy was very loquacious...amin radio band he nai hora tha uska :P Sorry to mention it but when you get into a discussion wherein you tend to defend your board(like ICSE in my case and SSC board in his case) u tend to look into the eye of the other person rite ?amin thats one of the qualities of a good speaker and I am one. But after a couple of eye contacts during the process of defending ,I figured out that he was a squint and the moment I gotta know that I was entrapped in a giggle loop. I know that was rude but then its GOD's mistake to have made this uncontrollable laughter, that snowballs beyond one's ctrl. Okies sorry! I dint laaf on his face amin he dint come to know about it.Get it! So stop giving me that poking look and tagging me as a RUDYY! Time passed by and dinner time came. I opened my khaane ka dabba which my granny had packed for me and as per shishtachaar I asked him " Do you wana have some parathas" and bloody hell !! he replied saying " I dont take anything from strangers,what if u lootofy me and flee off " I opened my eyes wide and was about to say "Boss who would lootofy a tatterdemalion like you" but he immediately said " hey hey just kidding!" so I spared his life! Newayz the next morning when the train was about to reach my hometown...even this guy was there and just a minute before when the train was about to touch my hometown he said "it was nice meeting you, good that u were there otherwise train journey gets boring ...I was like yeah.??..and then he asked me my cell number and guess what??? dude he invited trouble coz i gave such a witty and sarcastic reply, "Well, my mom wouldnt like it, if I exchange numbers with strangers" that on getting down at the station he rushed off outta embarassment.

Haaah! in the face stranger!

♫♫♫♫ Dil Dosti yaari yaari yaari yaari yaari yaari ♫♫♫♫

I dunno where to start but lately I have been missing all ma frenz like heavens( are mare nai hain...paapi log itte jaldi nee marte :P)...and the reaz being dis song from the latest flick " shaitan" . Good music is intoxicating n I reely get a kick out ov dis song...have heard it about a million times in the past two dayz.(oopz sumbodz just pressed da liar-meter :P, wokay not million alright, that was juss to intensify the effect on the readers ;)...as if the junta would have believed it). Another song being "ik junoon" from zindagi na milegi dobara(boss i'd say dosti na milengi dobara). So presenting short write upz about the sunshinez ☼ without whose presence, my coloured life would have been black n white!

#1 MADZO - my angel in disguise(sssh daz a secret), world bank as I call her coz of her universal dariya dil n sacrifying nature.I still remember taking her tiffin during her fasts and her novel 5 pt sum1 and nt reading it(boss haq banta hai bahi).She holds the guiness world record for highest EQ :P amin "kaunsi baat lag jaaye isko" u can never figure that out :P Shez alwayz dere when u think shez neva dere( pun intended on ms bhatakti aatma :P). Though her brain abounds in gray cells( once she gets in2 silicon valley shez gona invent a time machine for me haah!),but still shez a tubelighto when it comes to practicality ;)

#2 SANNA- my chuddy buddy amin if I can recollect well shez been with me rite frm kindergarten. Bitten by fame bug,blessed with a bright mind to execute tasks so perfectly to actually gain that well deserved fame,has to her credit 3 gold medals frm the governor of Madhya Pradesh, my accomplice in making fun ov others n hanging out. Shez got oodles of confi but goes blank during some instances like ms florida thingie( gal I love dat xpression of urz).She can rip off peepz heads if she doesnt like what they say,but I am the priviledged 1 to take her chitting(make fun of her) on her face.Rite fatso?Okies okies truce KUPTAAN SAAB( as uncle calls me).

#3 CHOUBAN- college was total fun n daz coz of a number of factors.Primarily it was coz of our encounters with our eye candies,weird aashiqs, gossps in college & after college on orkut, givin funny pen names to many victims of our sarcasm as well as appreciatn...best being the jackals of vijaynagar :p alluding to the mukhiya RODIES :P ,going 2 anna after spoling an xamination, her constant pleadings to make me study fr CAT written n 2nd fase by pr0mising me to get my hardcore crushes RONAN,CR,BEMAARU,PD,KOFI♥(hey guys da 2nd 1 aint a retard n da last 1 aint kofi annan okies).And she proves dis cliche so well "promises are meant to be broken". :xxxxxx dekh li tumai dosti Chouban :P Newayz shez a model material ,who loves 2 fookofy her sal by going on a shopping spree( she was i'd say...coz ajkal shez become chouban pehelwaan).

#4 JAHAAJ- My pranky partner in high school and I still remember controlling our laaf when something o d oda used to make us rofl n ultimately end up getting punished:P Our constant chit chats during exams " abe kitta hua tera".....and I used to be like "kasam se be,abe fail ho jaaenge be" and asking her on r way 2 boys school " abe iske baarein mein thoda bata na bey"( oye iske bole toh a chapter ov physics...dun stress ur ankles so hard guys)....the games period when I used to borrow her glasses to add on to ma smart personality not realising that even i'll get power in ma eyes :P , teasin her wid ab by pointing out across the boundary wall :P twas fun yaa n esp ma recent trip 2 hyd..l8 nite chit chats n cheering d opponents durin WC n being on cloud #9 when da mission was accomplished.(I pity her her hooting n clapping dint work)...yeah yeah i know we won the WC! now shaap!

#5 RICKSHAW firstly apologies apologies to Mrs Gugnani fr being unable 2 make it to her wedding. Hmm she ws ma worst enemy till standard 5th but then due to some reaz unfathomable we happened 2 b good frenz. The aftr school playing hrs, 10th class tuts( dat was da best part),getting her to ma place to teach ma mom crochet muffler( she made it so well all by herself n I stole the show away :P she dint mind @ all coz dude daz wot frenz r all about...dey know dost log bahut kaminey hote hain ;)...xchanging gifts wid lil write ups about r aashiqs ♥...oh yeah how can I fuhget dis one,meeting wid n acci n her futile efforts to calm me down to prevent me from creating a scene in public :P mast the yaar woh suhaane din!

#6 TIPSI( she'll kill me fr dis buh I gotta mention da reaz fr dis nickname,when she was small she was asked woz ur petname gal?? poor abby told her pet's name instead :P:P) She was my maths coaching scooty partner...woh it was good fun riding in a zig zag manner(like hoo hoo hooligans) after getting free from dat prison on our way back home.Man she can give u da post poking look on earth ( abz remember dat incident wen a guy said hi 2 u):P bahahahaha

#7 HERACLITUS oh u mite b wondering is dis friend ov m9 juss a character frm shakesperare's play...naah! I call her so coz of her philosophical nature.Shez also ma fren since class 1st, and I was so wicked that at times I used to gobble up her tiffins noodles and used to do katti wid her. Man i sooo wish to paste her childhood snap....she resembled madhuri dixit....sanna ,dola(daz her petname) and I used 2 b da awsum 3some till class 6th.She had been shifted to d other section during 7th class shuffling.

#8 BANDZ - Does she even need an intro,u gotta b kididng me! Oh boy! shez like blessed wid both beauty and brainz and can u believe it she dint go fr ms india inspite ov being shortlisted.Penache,stunningly illuminating are some of the words I'd use 2 describe her.She still taunts me for going fully unprepared for IIT-JEE amin she called me a day before to ask me "adi,formulas revise kar le kya...n I was like u mad o wot ? its JEE koi paplu ekjam nai hai...formulas wont help" and by GOD da next day she outpoured her rage on me coz the paper was omost formula based :P

#9 GUDIYA ma biggest fan eva...my colony budz 2 :)...oh my! I so miss my grand bungalow 2(will come up wid a blog on ma bungalow 2)...video games coffee shake,chewda at her place woh woh woh...her never give up atti to teach me how 2 ride a 2 wheeler...school fetes wid her...my constant ridicules and her constant love for me...hey babez I apologise if I've hurt ya !






#10 Ms MOC(maths olympiad cracker) - She was 1 ov da favz of dat teethy shukla sir ,madzo being d other 1. Our friendship bond developed in2 a covalent bond ovanite(ovaday shud b da rire word) when I received a chit from her with sth scribbled on it in class 6th. Unfortunately due to shuffling she went 2 a different section,but she alwayz used to come to meet me during recess time. Gosh I am so lucky to have a bunch of peepz who love me so much.Love ya 2 babez!


#11 NICKZ X-FAN- my schooltime memories would be incomplete if I dont mention my craze for celebs.This gal used to be da one I used to discuss all dat coz even she used to suffer from that celeb mania.now da diff being shez gone past that age and I am still a kiddo.Rats! We used to xchange ILU cardz saying ronan has given dis and nick has given dis.Hts of pampering urself :P But it was fun yaa!

#12 RM(RAJ MALHOTRA) no no no she aint a guy itz juss dat I played an amusing prank on her by calling from my new mob number ,(as RAJ MALHOTRA ur aashiq speaking ;))wch she obviously dint have and man she was scared to the core like a cat on hot brickz.We werent quite in talking terms during school time...but yeah for the past one year thnx to fb i'd say we keep in touch wid each other.Shez a chudail,oopz amin she loves to use dis word evry now and then :P

#13 GITCHI - ma college budz...juss added her name coz had omost frgotten her coz shez frgotten us(amin r group aftr we kinna passed out)...yeah even frgot 2 wish me on ma 25th happy wala bday :xx now dat da hisaab is kinna baraabar...Shez da inventor ov dese catchy n flashy words -gitchi,hurtch,oh my gotch,bell bochum( gitti,hurt,god,bell bottom respectively).Shez alwayz dressed 2 da nines even if shez at home(juss like barbie)...a lil 2 sweet n at tyms a lil 2 sour(like fr not having included her name in dis).Mad about strawberry flavoured lipbalm n mad about mobzis(cell fones).Totally opposite 2 me...amin shez like delicate darling typez n I am like a bully...wadda combo....guess dese friendship bandz r predecided in heaven 2!

#14 ANKI - o how can i forget her...amin initially I dint like her but then as the ILP dayz passed by and gotta know her...she was so like me...fun-loving , candid , genuine and juss like me even she can't take ne1s crap and cant jhelofy peepz who are unjhelable. Weekends in hyd used to be a blast...I hate combing ma hair and I remember one instance when we were 2 go out,she came to ma room and shouted "aditi m not taking u if u dont comb ur hair :P" We both hated CMCz food and used 2 skip lunch by covering up wid fruit platter. Both being food freakoz, evening tym we used to walk down da lane to have some junk o d other...aaaah! I soo miss u anki !

So this is it! amin i could have gone on and on and on...but then I m saving da rest for ma upcoming novel(watch out !I know I know ur expressionz "another chetan bhagat in da making" ) Haah! u all cant even plug ya earz when I brag na ...daz Y I sooo love blogging ♥
Jokes apart...da 2nd reaz for dis write up is dat I reely miss the monialz thingie feature of orkut...hey mark...testimonial type ki koi toh cheez banate yaar! And also many peepz complain dat ur blogs are 2 long so came up with short n crisp descriptions ov ma palz.....o trei !fir bhi lamba ho gaya yaar!