Tuesday, 27 November, 2007

Bachpan ki yaadein...

Writing is a weird thing. The last time I posted, it was after a long long gap. And this time I am posting again within a span of few days. My previous post inspired me and I just felt this urge to write about my childhood days.

Got this pic from a cousin of mine a couple of weeks back...it was in her Orkut album. I had a look at the pic and said....
"Gosh!!!! Ye hamaari photo hai???!!!! This is so cute!!!" and asked her to send it to me immediately.

(I am the 2nd from right)

This pic reminds me of the cute, carefree childhood days. Days when we played together....fought with each other...got scolded by elders for drinking cold water and running in and out of the house....when the biggest worries we had in life was that we have to complete our homework before we could be allowed to play again.....when ludo, ghar-ghar, hide and seek used to be really important activities...when we asked innocent questions without the fear of sounding stupid...days when we would not bother about spoiling the crease of our clothes...when we got haircut at the local barber shop....and when a birthday party used to be a really important and exclusive event in our lives. The list is not exhaustive!

A couple of lines reminiscing those good, "young" days....

beet gaye woh din...bas yaadein chod gaye...
hamaare hothon pe...chand muskuraahatein chod gaye :)

Wednesday, 14 November, 2007

Just kiddin' :)

First of all, wishing everyone a Happy Children’s Day...now you’ll ask me
“Why are you wishing everyone on Children’s Day?” coz our logical and social senses justify people only upto a particular age group as children and refrain to believe that there is a kid in each one of us.

Kids are indeed the most beautiful creation of God. A twinkle in their eyes, a cute smile on their face and a sense of absolute self contentment in their hearts make you believe that the world is still a lovely place to live in.

It is so much fun to behave kiddo at times….don’t trust me, then try these things...tickle somebody unexpectedly…splash water ferociously on others when having an outing on a water front...lick and enjoy an ice-cream cone…drink tea holding your cup in both hands and making a ‘slurrrp’ noise...laugh heartily over a stupid joke…get wet in the rains and feel the drops drench your body and soul.....just a few things to find happiness in those little and non-materialistic things.

That’s the whole idea....we adults are way too mature to take pleasure in such crazy stuff, too occupied to revel in the marvels of nature, too unsatisfied to appreciate the little achievements....always waiting for something big and extraordinary to happen that would make us happy....always sulking and grumbling about the things that we cannot change.

So for a change....keep your adulthood aside…take a break from your hectic schedules…and let out the kid in you. It will surely make a difference.....and I am not kiddin’ this time!!!

Thursday, 27 September, 2007

Yayay!!! India - the new World Champions!!!

In a country where cricket is a religion, any cricket crazy person would have not remained aloof from the frenzy of current T20 World Cup series. The good part about the matches in T20 was that they only lasted for 3 hours. So it was like watching an amazing suspense-thriller movie where no one can predict the climax. The tables were turned when an obvious favourite like Australia had to face defeats from the likes of Zimbabwe, Pakistan and eventually India in the semis. And of course, who could have thought at the start of the series that the two teams which were knocked out in the 1st round of World Cup barely six months back would go on to play the finals.

The paragraph above looks like I have copy-pasted stuff from some English newspaper. So now I’ll switch to more informal, more my-like tone. I watched almost all the matches that India played (except for the one against New Zealand….and now I proudly go about claiming that India lost that match coz I didn’t watch it…hehe). And you know what, I watched most of these matches in the comfortable warmth of my office canteen (yeahhh ….my office canteen has a nice big screen television and with lots of eating options around, it makes a perfect setting for watching India playing (and beating) one team after another). What makes it even more fun was that I had the company of many colleagues who were even more crazy about cricket than me.

So it was so very normal to cheer, shout, yell, clap, hi-fives, whistle and more such crazy stuff inside the office area whenever there was a match. No irrationality withstanding, we would not even refrain to curse the players when they would play bad. But there was always an optimism, a silent prayer on everyone’s mind, that India should win.

All the cricket fans are quite superstitious when it comes to cricket. Coincidentally our group always sat on a specific table while watching these matches together…therefore, when India could not amass a huge total in the final against Pakistan (we were sitting on a different table then coz somebody had already occupied “our” table)….so after Indian innings was over…and most of the crowd dispersed, we quickly captured “wo wala table”. Needless to say, that table was lucky again and India went on to clinch the trophy.

I dunno why, but I was very optimistic about India performing well in this World Cup. In fact, I would change my gtalk caption every single day during T20. When India’s first match against Scotland got cancelled coz of rains, my gtalk caption read as:

“Scotland ki kismat achchi thi jo baarish ho gayi, varna India uska band baja deti”.

One of my colleagues read it and asked, “Bahut bharosa hai India par??!!”

“Of course”, I replied.

The day when India was supposed to take on Pakistan in the finals, I changed my caption to:
“C’mon India, It’s your day today!!!”

(I had secretly started believing that even changing my gtalk caption before and after every match has something to do with India winning every single match. Well, didn’t I say that all cricket fans are quite superstitious)

I love watching India play. In fact, during the match against Pakistan and India in the initial round, I had a tough deadline at work. But I just could not afford to miss the match. So I first saw the thrilling clash between the two titans and then went on to work till 6 in the morning to finish my deadline.

On the day of the final, the euphoria in the office was palpable. We were finishing all the urgent work so that any last-minute deadlines should not prevent us from watching the final. At the given time, our entire group gathered in the canteen, with lots of other colleagues too. In fact, we had run short of chairs in the canteen and many people were simply standing and watching the match. India had won the toss and elected to bat. No matter what, but the excitement and craze for India-Pakistan clash in a World Cup final just could not match anything else. Gosh!!!! It was simply amazing!!! We were yelling and clapping and shouting on every boundary. There would be a collective “Oh no!!!!” when the ball would go a lil high in the air, for the possibility that there might be a catch.

After Indian batting innings, we moved to “our” table and waited for other group members to gather. One of my colleagues suggested bottle-banging, so we collected all water bottles from our desks so that we can add to the cheer and noise quotient. And then, Pakistan wickets started falling, and totally oblivious of our managers, team leads and other seniors around us, we simply went berserk. We banged bottles on the table, shouted slogans, clapped, hi-fived, whistled and yelled at the top of our voices!!!

Lekin Indian team bhi kam stupid nahi hai…..aasani se koi kaam nahi karti…..apne fans ki jaan nikaalne ke baad hi match jeet paati hai. When Pakistan had lost 7 wickets and India’s win looked so obvious, there was suddenly a twist in the tale. Our own “Bhajji” (Harbhajan Singh for those who are less acquainted with our team players) threw quite an expensive over. 3 sixes in one single over. And the format of T20 is such that one good or bad over can change the shape of the match. There was more to come. In the next over, again there was a “six” on the 1st ball itself. These expensive overs brought the Required Run Rate for Pakistan to win to quite a manageable figure. We all went into a mourning mood.

But the best was yet to come. Dhoni handed ball to “much hated” (at least for me) Joginder Sharma in the last over. And his “outside the off stump” ball…which had yielded way too many runs in the previous matches, paved way to a catch out of last Pakistani batsman. WHOA!!!!!! India had won the cup!!!!! We went MAD (literally!!!) Lots of cheering, slogan shouting etc. happened post match too, but I won’t mention the details here (coz it was something to savour, to experience, to soak in, the feeling that no words can describe)

Kudos to Indian team, hats off to Dhoni for amazing captaincy!!!

India is World Champions…..and we are here to stay….watch out!!!!!

Friday, 31 August, 2007


Staying away from home is not easy....you simply miss the feeling of carelessness and warmth that only home can provide. Those fights over the TV remote with bro, Papa shouting at us (with no avail) that we should grow up and behave our age, Mom cooking our fav things which she had probably not cooked for quite some time thinking "bachche jab aayenge tab banaaongi" and we simply sneaking into the kitchen to take a bite of the garam pakoras making her yell "haath toh dho lo", "garam hain abhi, thande ho jaane do, warna muh jal jaayega!!!".

So it was simply a treat for mind, body and soul when I finally managed to take a break from my hectic schedule and was coming home on a 2 weeks vacation. Tell you something, no matter how much we grow up, our parents just forget that. We grow up, they don't. So before my d-day, I would still get to hear things like...."Pack your bags properly", "Don't forget your ticket", "Don't take a nap at the airport"...and well, i simply listen to all these advices. Do I have an alternate...or rather do I actually want an alternate?? :)

My usual day at home is spent in sleeping till my body signals me that it is too tired to sleep further, having gossip sessions with Mom, enjoying yummy food, watching TV, laughing over some stupid ads, doing some small home chores, helping Mom in the kitchen and just doing nothing at times.

Well, there's another side of the story also to this "kahani ghar ghar ki". When I am at home, I do sometimes miss the restlessness of my usual working day, kabhi-kabhi toh bore bhi ho jaata hai since I have nothing to do. I keep eating my Mum's head that let's go somewhere, may be for some shopping or just roaming around. And then, she comes up with this brilliant plan...."sabzi khatam ho gayi hai ghar mein...tu mere saath sabzi lene chal"....aaarrrghhh!!! "Ma shopping didnt mean buying groceries", I would retort. But then she promises to buy me an ice-cream...and yo! I would be as happy as a 3 year old..."okay, i'll come with you" and off I go....

I am very fond of applying mehendi on my hands and wouldn't miss a chance whenever I get it. So this time, while shopping for veggies with Mummy, I spotted a shop selling Mehendi cones, and I bought a cone. Since it was Rakhi next day so entire evening spent in applying Mehendi on my own hand and then my mom's hand. It came out pretty neat...and the colour was fabulous. Then Ma told me about good old days when she would apply Mehendi on my hands when I was a kid and then she made sure that I don't spoil it while sleeping coz I would make such a ruckus in the morning if by any chance my mehendi got spoiled...haha...such a lil brat I was :)

These small sweet things make staying at home fun. And yes, I am having loadsa fun!!!

Sunday, 19 August, 2007

Chak De, I-Day and Holiday

Awwwwwwwesssssssommmme!!! That was my reaction after watching “Chak De…India”. A few things to clarify…
  • I am not a Shahrukh Khan fan
  • I am not much inclined towards hockey as a game
  • I hate getting up early on weekends!!!

and still…I did not regret losing a fair share of my Kumbhkaran sleep when I went for “Chak de” early morning show (well, 10 AM is quite “early” for me on weekend) last Saturday. I was hooting, shouting, clapping, laughing, sulking during those hockey matches (in spite of knowing that Indian team would eventually win)

The movie is a good way to show the vast regional diversity that India has….a nice way to convey that no matter how different we are in terms of behavior, culture and language….hain toh aakhir Indians hi. The characters in the movie are simply fabulous without being extravagant or glamorous. The regional idiosyncrasies of team members just make you rolling with laughter.

I still love cricket, would any day opt for Yuvraj Singh over Dhanraj Pillai and dunno how much the movie would help to the cause of promoting hockey…but that’s not the “point”. Bottom “line” is – Chak De rocks!!!

And not just hockey and India winning….I also loved the scene when the entire girl gang beats up a bunch of eve-teasers (“raakshason ki sena”….thats what a character in the movie calls these girls)…par sach mein…..aise idiotic eve-teasers ki pitaai hote huye dekhne mein kitna maza aata hai….only a girl can understand!!!

Now from reel life to real life…and from hockey to cricket, Indian cricket team won the test series against England (after 21 years)….dil khush kar ditta jawaano tumne!!! :)

This 15th August, India celebrated it’s 60th Independence Day. Since I am working in a KPO on US project, the holidays in our office are as per US calendar. That implies that we have an off on 4th July and have to come to office on 15th August. I know it sounds bad….trust me, it FEELS even worse….not being able to celebrate our own national festival.

But well….hum Indians hain aakhir. So on 15th August even though we came to office, me and my team mates made sure that we thoroughly enjoy our freedom. The working day started with sending forwards, talking, then going for lunch, yet again some mail trails…followed by an extended tea break. And the hit of the day was – we played Dumb Charades in office (well, not actually inside the office area…but in the garden area marked as “Smoking Zone”). The I-Day decorations in office added to the festive mood. We did eventually work after all the fun and frolic…but still it was a truly memorable day.

And now comes the icing on the cake…. I know many of you would be jealous to read this but even the sound digestion system of my body does not allow me to digest this news….I gotta tell it to you all………I got 2 weeks leave sanctioned….yipppppeeeeee!!!

I am going home…..and that too for TWO whole weeks. Mummy ke haath ke aloo ke paranthe aur Daal Baati abhi se meri aankhon ke aage kathak kar rahe hain…!!!

Kolkata….here I come (arre….ye toh Bryan Adams ka song ho gaya)
Well….chak de…who cares!!! I am all set to enjoy my independence from office work and enjoy a looong holiday!!! :)

Wednesday, 8 August, 2007

Arbit Ramblings

Finally, I saw the movie Bheja Fry and it “moved” me a lot (literally). I was laughing so hard that all the contents of my last meal must be enjoying a salsa dance inside my stomach. Jokes apart, I had a real good laugh after a long long time, kudos to the director for such a clean fun movie.
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I dislike all these horoscopes poking out their weird faces from wherever possible. My Orkut fortune says “You are a master of the situation” when currently I feel anything but a master of whatever is going on in my life. But I admit, in spite of total contradictory revelations on these horoscopes…I still read it. Kya karen…control hi nahi hota!!!
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Sometimes you just don’t get answers to certain most important questions in life. You don’t have control over certain circumstances. Sometimes even though things seem to be as bright, unruffled and smooth as Dimple Kapadia’s hair, they are actually as rough and pinching as a desert cactus. Sab kuch sahi hota hai…lekin phir bhi kuch theek nahi hota. They say there is light at the end of the tunnel…but what if the tunnel just doesn’t seem to end. Hope persists!!! Take things in your stride and accept whatever life throws at you (easier said than done…but worth trying nonetheless)…wotsay??!!!
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Oh c’mon! I cannot end my post on such a philosophical note. Lemme tell you a joke…
On second thoughts, I don’t wanna tell a joke. Am I supposed to entertain everybody at all times and always try and keep a cheerful composure? Even I have mood swings…aur aaj mera joke sunaane ka mood nahi kar raha.

I would be back…on same blog….with another post. Tab tak ke liye Shubh Ratri, Shabba khair…and if YOU are reading this post then pls pls pls take good care of yourself.

Currently listening to a beautiful song: “Take me to your heart” by MLTR

Sunday, 5 August, 2007


As soon as you step into this world as a bundle of joy, by default you are gifted with a homepage (See…God thought of all these things much before humans did) and certain relations. Also known as “khoon ke rishte”, these involve your Mom and Dad, siblings (or would-be siblings….arre, chote bhai behen jo abhi tak paida nahi huye), Bua, Chacha, Mama etc.
But as soon as you start treading this journey of life with a lil sense of the things and people around you, there is one more category of relations that gets attached to you….they are none other than your friends. Woh log jinko aap kuch time pehle tak jaante bhi nahi the…..ppl who were complete strangers to you and just did not contribute anything to the “importance index” in your life, suddenly become an integral and undetachable part of you. They are now as important for you as your cup of morning tea and other routine morning activities (I know the comparison is a little sidey…..but am sure my frenz will bear with me….others, I just don’t bother!!!)

Aur ye jo dost log hote hai na…they are real sweethearts. You love spending time with them, you share your joys and sorrows with them…..they lift your spirits when you are feeling low….and when you are in a mood to celebrate, they would be all game for it. Not only that, boss ki bitching karni ho toh frenz, shopping karni ho toh frenz, movie dekhni ho toh frenz, pakaana ho toh frenz…..arre yahan tak ki email fwds bhejne ho toh bhi frenz ki hi jaroorat padhti hai. (Mujhe toh sardar jokes sunaane ke liye bhi inn doston ki jaroorat hoti hai). I sometimes really wonder how terrible my life would have been….without my support system called friends.

When I decided to leave Mumbai (after spending a decent 5 years time over there)…..little had I known that it would be so painful to move from a place which is neither my hometown….nor it is something that I can call home. I was just living a life of a nomad out there. Mumbai se nikli thi tab itni jyaada Ganga-Jamuna bahaai thi that my masi actually commented “aisa lag raha hai ki tu vida hokar jaa rahi hai yahan se”. And I was not the only one crying….my frenz who had come to see me off were all giving me tough competition (kya zamaana aa gaya hai….rone mein bhi competition hai yaar) Well, haven’t had the experience of an actual vidaai (the one that happens after marriage) as I am still single….and quite an eligible spinster (don’t raise your brows ok)….but yeah, probably leaving Mumbai would come closest to leaving my parents’ home.
I can go on and on about my experiences in Mumbai….but since this is a post about frenz, so Mumbai will wait (Don’t worry Mumbai….aamchi Mumbai ke liye ek alag se jhakaas post likhoongi baad mein)

Back to friends – yes Mumbai gave me a lot of these sweet creatures…..college frenz, office frenz, PG frenz….total masti thi. And not just Mumbai….I have really been blessed (thank God for that) to have some really good ppl kind enough to become my friends. Papa was in transferable job….so I never got the opportunity to grow up with the same set of people. Papa’s transfer would imply new city, new home, new school, new classmates and new friends. Jab bhi hum transfer hokar kahin aur jaate the, then apart from leaving behind my fav corner ice-cream shop…or the house which would have guava trees….or the walky-talky maid (thats what I call the maid who talks too much and is a chalta-phirta newspaper for all the colony gossip) and other such interesting and important things like that, I would miss leaving behind those friends the most with whom I was enjoying my life (gali-mohalle ke dost, school ke dost aur even Mummy ki kitty party waali aunties ke bachche bhi)

But these transfers made me adaptable to new places and also honed my skills in fooling people to actually accept me as their friend :) So the database of my frenz just kept on growing…..and I am still in touch with so many of my friends whom I have not met in ages and who reside in different corners of the world now (well, Orkut also deserves a due credit for this!!!)

But every rose comes with a thorn…and the sweet relationship called friendship has its own downsides. These very people who make your life worthwhile are the ones who make you hurt also. Since they rule your feelings and emotions, many a times they would unknowingly or may be un-wantingly make you sink into your knees and you start feeling hopeless and void of happiness. You actually start wondering how somebody who has always filled your heart with pleasure fills it now with pain equally intense.

If it is to be like that, so be it. People don’t stop adorning roses for the fear of thorns. Just that the thorn doesn’t prick as much as the hurt arising out of the matters of the heart.
But roses are still beautiful….and so are your friends. Cherish them….enjoy with them….love them and live for them (and you’ll realize that it is the best way to live for your own self)

For all those frenz who are away from me….the following lines are just to let you know that you are missed and you would always, always be an integral part of my life...

Kuch baat yaad reh jaati hai…
Kuch yaad khaas reh jaati hai
Door ho jaate hain hum jinse
Phir milne ki aas saath reh jaati hai…!!!

A very Happy Friendship Day to all of you :)

Monday, 16 July, 2007

10 Things in my (Want) To-Do list

There are a whole bunch of things that I want to do in my life. But for the time-being, 10 things that I would like to do on immediate and short-term basis (not necessarily in that order)

1. I want to go home (home bole toh “Kolkata”….my parents’ place)

2. I want to read latest Harry Potter book (releasing on 21st)

3. I want to enjoy in the rains (and not simply watch it fall from the confines of office!!!)

4. I want to eat home-made aloo parantha and daal baati (mmm…..my taste buds are already salivating)

5. I want to sue the Reliance wala who sold me such a pathetic net connection (if he’s reading this blog…though the chances are remote….he better start arranging for a good lawyer)

6. I want to confess something as soon as possible…

7. I want to visit Hyderabad to meet one close friend and a cousin (and roam around Hyderabad in the bargain)

8. I want to shop “non-stop” with my old Mumbai roomies again (ahhh…those were the days….sigh!)

9. I want to burn Tom and Jerry series on DVD (yesss….I love Tom and Jerry…..and don’t mind being called kiddish by some mature, well-behaved “Baywatch” watching ppl)

10. I want to watch Bheja Fry (that’s the name of a Hindi movie….jus’ in case it seems to some non-hindi movie janta that I actually want to see someone’s grey cells getting deep fried in groundnut oil)

Outta many of the items from the above list, there are some things that money can’t buy. For everything else……there’s ICICI and HSBC Credit cards!!! ;-)

Wednesday, 4 July, 2007

Sard - not so absurd

I don’t recollect since when I started my fascination for the turbaned hairy creatures, commonly known as Sardars. Now don’t get me wrong…I don’t drool, neither my dil goes Mmm when I see these Sards (Sardars, for short)

My admiration for them limits to the fact that I enjoy sard jokes, keeps fwding them to my limitless friends at alarming frequency and somehow even remember to crack these jokes on a situational basis. Every point is pointless unless proved. Hence here it goes:

A conversation on gtalk with a cousin on a Friday evening from office (it’s about 10:30 PM and I had just finished a hectic deadline, so don’t give me glared looks on reading that I chat from office)

Me: Hi
Cousin: Hi, how are you? Why are you working so late?
FYI: My office hours are as per UK timings
Me: I work 12 in the noon till 12 in the night
Cousin: Ohh! I see. But why?
Me: See you know how fascinated I am to the Sardar clan. That explains the weird timings (for the ppl who are less on Sard IQ, the time 12 (doesn’t matter whether it’s AM or PM) holds a decent significance in the Sard school of thought)
Cousin: Oh yeah, even ur looks resemble a Sardarji (lol)
Me: Haan, you are right. Bas meri dhaadi (beard) mein baal thode se kam hain

Followed by a lot of hahaha, hee hee and lolllllz messages, and a lil more dissection of my looks, we ended our conversation after wishing each other good night, sweet dreams etc, etc.

So you see, even when I am totally brainless after a hard day’s work, I am capable enough to get into my Sard mode.

In one of my thoughtful moods (yes, I do think sometimes, and trust me, I can come up with most whacky topics for thinking) I was just thinking why have we made Sardars, the butt of all jokes (ok…not all, I know there are jokes on Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky as well), but the no. of jokes dedicated to the sard clan is just tremendous. Does that actually mean that these species are actually good-for-nothing morons? I think otherwise, and I am sure a large no. of my countrymen shares my thought. How otherwise do you explain that we have elected Dr. Manmohan Singh as our Prime Minister. Needless to say, Dr. Singh is a very well-learned, intelligent and brainy person.

And I realized that Sardar jokes do not specify a particular caste of people, following a particular religion. No, in fact jokes on Sardars are actually our way of entertaining ourselves about some crazy, senseless, humorous, lively and absent-minded creatures, all of the previously mentioned qualities being present in each one of us in little or big measures.All of us enjoy being silly, totally illogical and irrational person once in a while. In that way, we refresh ourselves, laugh off our tensions for a while and take a break from our otherwise mundane lives.

So if I enjoy Sard jokes, it simply implies that I myself relate to the irrationality of the people who are being aimed at in these jokes. Hold on, what am I doing?? Forgive me, I have in no way any intention of writing a thesis on oh-so-humorous sard jokes.

Just wrote whatever came to my mind (though it seems totally mindless). I probably just enjoy being a Sardar once in a while. Haan iss baat ka dukh hamesha rahega ki meri dhaadi mein baal thode se kam hai :)

A sard joke for all of you to enjoy….

A crow shits on Banta. Preeto gives tissue paper to him.
Banta: Koi Fhayda Nahin, Kauwa Toh Udd Gaya ..!

Tuesday, 26 June, 2007

Namaste/ Aadaab/ Satsriakal/ Hello

Hello Everyone!
I welcome myself to this amusing, thoughtful, entertaining world of blogging. This is my first post on my newly created blog. I hope to share some of my life's moments on this blog....to start off with, it is 1:10 A.M. right now and I am trying my skills on writing my 1st ever blog.

The week has just kicked off and hopefully it would be an eventful one! (Just imagine how boring our lives would be if there is not something exciting, enthralling and unusual things happening around us in our day-to-day lives)

Since I have titled my blog as "My love affair with my life"....I'll just mention a few self-composed lines that proves yet again my undying love for God's such precious gift...

A truth so profound, yet a dream so unusual!
A thought so serene, yet a reality so vivacious!!!
It withholds in itself a boundless treasure...
the lovely memories of the past and predicaments of the future.

Good night.....more to come....till then, take care all of you!