Once in a while during your day to day life, you are suddenly reminded of a very good friend, one who you cannot reach at that moment, but are missing terribly anyways.
This post is for my that friend.
The one who I could call randomly, even after 4 months, and get on like as if I spoke to him yesterday.
The one who I could ignore randomly and not call back for months at a time and then finally get a call and get yelled at and then feel bad.
The one who when ignored me for even four week’s I would scream and screech and make his life miserable.
The one who went one, two tree…!
The one who I could call when I was crying, because I couldn’t (or rather didn’t want to) call anyone else but I had to speak to someone comforting to make my tears stop.
The one who would call me honey, and I would be like, I’m not your honey!
The one who always made me laugh, either at his jokes or at him or at his silly laugh.
The one who made me cry. Once.( in 8 years of being my friend) And paid hell for it.
The one who I haven’t spoken to in really long, and am missing terribly today.
This one’s for you, Nikhil.
Hi.
Wherever you are.
Until next time…
Friday, May 28, 2010
Bombay
A clear sky,
At dusk the first star.
A wish made,
For a time that seems very far.
A different city,
My home, my heart.
Go slow time,
With it I don’t want to part.
The noise, the smell,
My school, my bike.
Even though there are a thousand things wrong,
This place always seems so right.
Until next time...
At dusk the first star.
A wish made,
For a time that seems very far.
A different city,
My home, my heart.
Go slow time,
With it I don’t want to part.
The noise, the smell,
My school, my bike.
Even though there are a thousand things wrong,
This place always seems so right.
Until next time...
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Gujrati Family
Disclaimer: The views presented below are solely of the author and are in no way meant to hurt anyone intentionally. Read at your own will, and take nothing to heart. The author would also like to mention that she has a lot of close friends who are Gujratis and are awesome people, irrespective of the fact that they are Gujratis.
The Gujrati Family is a pack of the can-never-be-extinct genus Gujratis, also called as Gujjus. These creatures are members of HomoSapiens, the family of Homos (of the happy and gay variety) and Sapiens (close relatives of modern-day people.) They often (almost always) make a loud continuous chattering noise and, in some higher-strata species are equipped with the latest cellphone, a fake designer bag, an almost-as-good-as-the-original duplicate Rado/ Omega/Tissot each. They have been in existence from around 4.8 million to 4,500 years ago, ever since Speech as a form of communication was discovered. The word Gujrati comes from the region Gujrat, India, where this species is found in even larger numbers. They are usually always found in large numbers everywhere anyways. The Gujrati Family moves in packs of 10 Gujjus or more, and in multiples of 10 thereafter. If the pack size is less than 10, they are looked down upon by the other packs, and are commonly referred to as just Gujratis. They display clannish behavior by taking a keen interest even in the daily affairs of family that is up to three levels away in the family tree. The Gujrati Family has a very distinct structure and every member’s role in the pack is predefined. The pack is headed by the eldest living male, and each pack extends to at least four generations at a time. The males are the bread-winners of the pack, and (almost) all earn their living and lifestyle with the help of two major bourses namely, N.S.E and B.S.E. The females are the house makers and keepers, child bearers and child raisers. All women in The Gujrati Family in their spare time collect together to give / get update on all family members at least three levels away in the family tree and / or discuss jewellery. This is done on a regular (read: at least three times a day) basis.
It is very easy to identify The Gujrati Family mainly due to the loud constant chattering that goes on within the pack. Once The Gujrati Family has entered a restaurant, an aircraft, or even a train it is very difficult to hear anyone or anything else (yes, even the plane's engine noise is drowned out.) This constant chattering comes from their urge to communicate on a real time basis, and since they are very soft at heart, each member wants every other member of the pack on anything that it has just discoverd. They don;t like to be left out of any peice of information is shared between any two random people, however uselsess it may be to them. Like, if one member finds out there is Frooti available at the airport cafeteria, the entire pack will know either by being within hearing distance of the member who made the discovery, or by asking the most preferred question of the clan - WHAT. The Gujrati Family are highly emotional in nature and feel for even television characters and can take to crying at the drop of a hat (especially the females).
The next time you come across this species be sure to observe them, as it can be highly entertaining!
Until next time...
The Gujrati Family is a pack of the can-never-be-extinct genus Gujratis, also called as Gujjus. These creatures are members of HomoSapiens, the family of Homos (of the happy and gay variety) and Sapiens (close relatives of modern-day people.) They often (almost always) make a loud continuous chattering noise and, in some higher-strata species are equipped with the latest cellphone, a fake designer bag, an almost-as-good-as-the-original duplicate Rado/ Omega/Tissot each. They have been in existence from around 4.8 million to 4,500 years ago, ever since Speech as a form of communication was discovered. The word Gujrati comes from the region Gujrat, India, where this species is found in even larger numbers. They are usually always found in large numbers everywhere anyways. The Gujrati Family moves in packs of 10 Gujjus or more, and in multiples of 10 thereafter. If the pack size is less than 10, they are looked down upon by the other packs, and are commonly referred to as just Gujratis. They display clannish behavior by taking a keen interest even in the daily affairs of family that is up to three levels away in the family tree. The Gujrati Family has a very distinct structure and every member’s role in the pack is predefined. The pack is headed by the eldest living male, and each pack extends to at least four generations at a time. The males are the bread-winners of the pack, and (almost) all earn their living and lifestyle with the help of two major bourses namely, N.S.E and B.S.E. The females are the house makers and keepers, child bearers and child raisers. All women in The Gujrati Family in their spare time collect together to give / get update on all family members at least three levels away in the family tree and / or discuss jewellery. This is done on a regular (read: at least three times a day) basis.
It is very easy to identify The Gujrati Family mainly due to the loud constant chattering that goes on within the pack. Once The Gujrati Family has entered a restaurant, an aircraft, or even a train it is very difficult to hear anyone or anything else (yes, even the plane's engine noise is drowned out.) This constant chattering comes from their urge to communicate on a real time basis, and since they are very soft at heart, each member wants every other member of the pack on anything that it has just discoverd. They don;t like to be left out of any peice of information is shared between any two random people, however uselsess it may be to them. Like, if one member finds out there is Frooti available at the airport cafeteria, the entire pack will know either by being within hearing distance of the member who made the discovery, or by asking the most preferred question of the clan - WHAT. The Gujrati Family are highly emotional in nature and feel for even television characters and can take to crying at the drop of a hat (especially the females).
The next time you come across this species be sure to observe them, as it can be highly entertaining!
Until next time...
Friday, May 21, 2010
How to Kill 3 Hours (Alone )at Bangalore Airport
1. Walk really slowly with your luggage to the check-in counter. Like in Slow-Mo.
2. While checking in, chat with the cute guy at the counter, flirt a bit, have some fun. ( fun is a subjective word, and the people in line behind you do not think of this as fun. irritating, boring, funless people, i tell you.)
3. Go through security check, and insist that even though all your luggage is cleared, each piece be opened, and each item micro-analysed.
4. Call up people you haven't spoken to in centuries (ok fine, decades will also do) and chat like you were their best friend and they were the last person on the earth to chat with.
5. Find a nice quiet corner with a plug-point nearby, plug in your laptop, and study SAP FI/CO for upcoming test on monday. (to get ALL of the above is an achievement and takes atleast an hour to accomplish!)
6. End up listening to, word by word, the conversation that the chick sitting behind you is having with her boyfriend. (named saurabh. the boyfriend, not the chick. the chick had an awwwful day becase she had nine bags - can u imagine saurabh, i had NINE bags!! and... well, it was a long conversation)
7. Read your sisters blog, and get a slap (virtual) on your face.
8.Sit like a zombie, in shock at what you just read.
Until next time...
2. While checking in, chat with the cute guy at the counter, flirt a bit, have some fun. ( fun is a subjective word, and the people in line behind you do not think of this as fun. irritating, boring, funless people, i tell you.)
3. Go through security check, and insist that even though all your luggage is cleared, each piece be opened, and each item micro-analysed.
4. Call up people you haven't spoken to in centuries (ok fine, decades will also do) and chat like you were their best friend and they were the last person on the earth to chat with.
5. Find a nice quiet corner with a plug-point nearby, plug in your laptop, and study SAP FI/CO for upcoming test on monday. (to get ALL of the above is an achievement and takes atleast an hour to accomplish!)
6. End up listening to, word by word, the conversation that the chick sitting behind you is having with her boyfriend. (named saurabh. the boyfriend, not the chick. the chick had an awwwful day becase she had nine bags - can u imagine saurabh, i had NINE bags!! and... well, it was a long conversation)
7. Read your sisters blog, and get a slap (virtual) on your face.
8.Sit like a zombie, in shock at what you just read.
Until next time...
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Limits
Why is it that people don't know where there limits end? Over the last 2 months I have been around people who really don't know when is a good time to stop. Every person has a tolerance limit, and while joking this should be kept in mind. And just because I am quiet, I take your jokes sportingly, I don't retaliate, doesn't mean i can't. I just choose not to, for it is beneath my dignity to fall to your levels. Yes, as friends we are allowed to make jokes at others expenses, but to a certain limit. Overly personal comments regarding families, or repeating the same shitty joke again and again and again does tend to get boring, if not irritating. It only reflects what your mentality is, and sick would be putting it mildly.
So, losers, grow up and get a life.
Oh, and a better sense of humour, while you are at it.
Until next time...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Random Questions That I have No Answers For.
1. When will I get out of Bangalore.
2. Where in the world’s fuck is Subodh Mallya.
3. Where in the world s fuck is Nikhil Fernandes.
4. Will I be able to attend Hardik’s sister’s wedding.
5. When will I attend my own wedding.
6. Will I even have a wedding.
7. When will I be rich enough to buy a Fiat 500.
8. When will kiki stop pestering me with really absurd (so absurd, they can even classify as bizarre) ideas.
9. How will I get home from the airport at 1 in the night.
10. Is mango milk shake fattening or healthy.
11. Is mango milk shake, had for lunch with a plain veg sandwich, healthy.
12. Is mango milk shake ever healthy.
13. Why does it rain everyday in Bangalore.
14. Why am I sleepy in class – strike that, I know the answer to that.
15. How do u strike out words in Blogger, like u can in Word.
16. Why can I not sleep in class.
17. When will I stop sitting in classes, and start working.
18. Why can i not comment on Psy's Blog.
19. Why do these ppl in my class have so many doubts.
20. Why cant I think of any more questions!
Until next time…
2. Where in the world’s fuck is Subodh Mallya.
3. Where in the world s fuck is Nikhil Fernandes.
4. Will I be able to attend Hardik’s sister’s wedding.
5. When will I attend my own wedding.
6. Will I even have a wedding.
7. When will I be rich enough to buy a Fiat 500.
8. When will kiki stop pestering me with really absurd (so absurd, they can even classify as bizarre) ideas.
9. How will I get home from the airport at 1 in the night.
10. Is mango milk shake fattening or healthy.
11. Is mango milk shake, had for lunch with a plain veg sandwich, healthy.
12. Is mango milk shake ever healthy.
13. Why does it rain everyday in Bangalore.
14. Why am I sleepy in class – strike that, I know the answer to that.
15. How do u strike out words in Blogger, like u can in Word.
16. Why can I not sleep in class.
17. When will I stop sitting in classes, and start working.
18. Why can i not comment on Psy's Blog.
19. Why do these ppl in my class have so many doubts.
20. Why cant I think of any more questions!
Until next time…
Friday, May 07, 2010
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi...
Hazaaron khwahishen aisi,
Ki har khwahish pe dam nikle.
Har ek pal dar dar ke jiye,
Ki kahin kisi ki nazar na lage.
Chuuna hai aasmaan,
Panaa hai har ek makaam.
Kya poori hogi har ek khwahish,
Milengi khushiyan tamaam?
Kehta hai dil, hazaaron khwahishen hai,
Par chahne se kya hota hai.
Kaun jane vhidhi ka vidhaan,
Likha hai jo, wohi milta hai.
Hazaaron khwahishen aisi,
Ki har khwahish pe dam nikle.
Jo bhi ho, dil yahi mane
Ki har khwahish poori hogi.
Until next time...
Ki har khwahish pe dam nikle.
Har ek pal dar dar ke jiye,
Ki kahin kisi ki nazar na lage.
Chuuna hai aasmaan,
Panaa hai har ek makaam.
Kya poori hogi har ek khwahish,
Milengi khushiyan tamaam?
Kehta hai dil, hazaaron khwahishen hai,
Par chahne se kya hota hai.
Kaun jane vhidhi ka vidhaan,
Likha hai jo, wohi milta hai.
Hazaaron khwahishen aisi,
Ki har khwahish pe dam nikle.
Jo bhi ho, dil yahi mane
Ki har khwahish poori hogi.
Until next time...
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