dostii

“Oye golu… tune french-cut rakhni chalu kar di...??”…. “Abe chhote!!tu??... Tu to gentleman lagne laga re”… “chinnnnke!!!!!! Chal be sab ko pata hai.. ye wig nikal de”.. ..” gadde!! Teri germany trip hui ki nahi??”.... “ ….. kaunsi angrei ki coaching li be dulle.. badi angreji jhaad raha hai”….. “bhosuu… tu 25 salon mein kuchh bola ki nahi??” …….these are some of the sentences that I am able to imagine when I try to speculate the future… 25 years …from now. How we people will look like when we’ll come to our silver jubilee alumni meet. This strange thought-of our alumni meet-didn’t just come from the ether. Actually, I got a chance to attend this year’s silver jubilee alumni meet of the batch-1984 and the experience was overwhelming. There was a deluge of emotions when ‘sundy’ met ‘khosu’ or ‘alley’ found ‘summi’ after ages. Etiquettes and formality of the corporate world (which all of them are pioneering in their respective fields.. being director of various institutions, CXOs of MNC’s and heads of the big businesses) were shown the door and that age old feeling of boyhood sunk in within seconds when they hugged each other ..shaked hands time and again while playing pranks… were trying to identify each other slowly but accurately every time.. and remembering those happy days they spent here doing nothing.. like us.. but building the best treasure in life.. friendship!!! One more thing that remained the same all these years is none took the studies too seriously… ;).

But this tryst with my future (or past???.. can’t decide…) left me with some thoughts which never came to my mind before. .. will we be able to keep the legacy continued … which all these people have been doing so well.. Will we be able to lead the world as they are doing in almost every field you name it… will we be able to carry the torch of pride which will be given into our hands this August…. Or in short.. will we be capable of maintaining and enhancing the greatness of this great institution.

After passing out from here some of us might go for higher studies, some for the corporate right after here. But at some point of time we will be given the responsibilities which are but obvious for any product of this great institution. After all IITs produce world leaders and I think every one of us has the ability and confidence to prove it right. (I guess I am not boasting too much!!)

But I want to tell something to you guys that wherever the winds of time may land us.. how far we are from each other geographically.. one thing will remain there and will bind all of us together .. even when we are not in contact with each other for years.( which is quite not possible by the way… gtalk rocks!! :D).. the warmth of this friendship will remain there.. and with this will remain these sweet memories which we have bargained with time in exchange of these four years of our lives.. the memories of coming together.. standing together.. winning together and …. (hard to accept).. losing together… and then standing again to win together… I can imagine from here the time when we will meet after 25 years.. the memories will again be fresh in our hearts… leaving for class together and then not attending… looking at the insti. hotties and non-hotties lecherously… hourly visit to the coffee shop… wing cricket.. sasi ki chai n maggi.. the M.C. attitude towards almost everything that came our way.. those fantastic group treats… and last and least… poltu… the things galore and its becoming tough for me to mould all of them into words and keep them here..for ever..(some spl. Words are better not put here)… so, its better just keep those memories with you.. and don’t let them fade away…

On this day, our last new year together, I dedicate this post to all six of us..to our dostii… to our great friendship.. CHEERS!!!!!!

hmmm

After this family talk now is the time for friends. So, before I come to my college and school friends, let me bring forward someone special on this very special day ... the one who is solely responsible for this blog. Not just this blog, many more such things that happened for the very first time in my life are courtesy ..HER. yes, ..HER. … We were brought across by fate and now we are the fate .. of each other .. The beginning of this friendship was nowhere in the domains of traditional dostii.. but we ended up being bestest friends and we continue to be the same when we are actually somewhat more than that .. tell you one thing … she is hell of a cute girl… full of energy all the time .. full of dreams.. always ready with a list of things to do.. but never completing any… a lot of care and respect in heart for her near and dear ones .. wears a chip on her shoulder and can fire anyone on her day when at her speaking best (buraai n all tat aunty talks..:P)... always ready to help others (like that dog in hutch’s ads).. can be identified easily in thousands because of her slightly overbuilt physique.. and always is in the centre of conversation … courtesy her sweet-loud voice and table thumping laughter.. She always wears a smile when in public .. and this thing makes her look even more beautiful .. but actually she is not so very happy.. Has survived a fatal accident and still bearing its aftermaths… has passed through many highs and lows in life and some times goes in such a depression that to bring her back to the surface becomes a war winning type of success in itself.
It’s been two year and a half we know each other, and we are in that beautiful relationship for two years now. But in all those hours we have spent doing nothing but talking to each other ear to ear, you have played the talking partner and I .. the listening one. I know some times you get annoyed because of my silence on the moments when I am supposed to say … something.. it is possible that you get fed up of digging out the things that I would probably not tell you intentionally or unintentionally… or you may get hurt seriously on my stories of flirty-conversations with other girls… you have all rights reserved to be angry or to get annoyed and to abuse me for all those stupid misdemeanors but don't dare you think of remaining angry for too long (and that too long is 2 minutes..okk?).. you will call me even if I disconnect the call after a fight .. you will pamper me even if I made you angry.. samjhi na… and u will have to do it ..coz.. I LOVE U!!.. love u lotzz jaan.. sachchi… though I have tried to keep our agreement we underwent 2 yrs ago.. and will try to do so in future.. because my love hasn’t change for you… in all these years.. "mein aaj bhi tumse sirf itna hi pyaar karta hun… ki tumhen hamesha khush dekhna chahta hun.. " bas itna sa pyaar karta hun… aur iski wajah se tumhara har nakhra, har nautanki, har stupidity… jhelne ko taiyaar hun.. wo tera har baat mein heroine banna bhi… samjhi na… "meri heroine".. ;)
On this day.. when we were glued together into that invisible bond …two years ago.. I share some of my heartiest feelings for you with the world and dedicate this post on my blog to you… my love!!!!!!! :)

manku...

Now…. Meet this dude.. mayank urff manku urff bhai…he is 3 years younger to me.. and boy… how cute he is.. he is hell of a hard worker and put it all to convert his dreams into reality but somewhat unlucky he has been so far. He has always ended up in the skies whenever he has aimed for the stars. But one day he, I am sure, will achieve whatever he wants and will achieve with a thump on the face of the devil of misfortunes.
Our childhood memories are still fresh in my mind like everything happened yesterday; when we used to have a fight twice in an hour (in the absence of pitaji.. obviously).. for tv., for games or if nothing for that matter.. pulling each other’s legs. In those light and heavy fights of ours.. there was only one person who intervened to remind us to study and complete the homework… maaa. I remember the day when in some serious anger I slapped u real hard… and that day .. you did not retaliate… just sobbed sitting in a corner of another room so that mom couldn’t come to know… That day.. I realized what I had done. I made u cry… n decided that I will control my anger and will never use my hand on you and on anyone else. I tried hard … really.. and probably now I am what I wanted to be.. this is all because of you.. because I love u so much that could not se you crying… I know …. You are in a fictitious pressure to prove your metal...as you think that I have achieved what I wanted to (JEE yaar).. but you don’t worry dear.. you will definitely make it happen… WE will make it happen for US.. and let me tell you.. you are more competent, more focused, more planned and more laborious than me and u don't need to prove that to anyone. there is nothing but luck that may come between you and your success .. just have faith in yourself and you will turn all odds in your favour.. finally… I want to say .. keep smiling.. u rock dear.. love u!!! :)

maaa...

makkhan ki saundhi roti par.. khatti chatni jaisi maa
chauka, basan, chimta, funknii jaisi maa...
.....yaad aati hai..
Meet this cutie pie..melii maa. She is a darling …sachchiii!! I love her loaadz and so does she. I don’t know how, but she is able to guess each and every need, worry and mistake of us. That too every time, without fail. She performs terrible in mathematics and paper work. So much so that she can’t even remember whether her signatures are in Hindi or in English. Due to this, we fall in serious troubles some times and this makes her the target of the anger of pitaji. but her not being so good at mathematics doesn’t mean that she is has been a bad student. She is M.A. first class in Sanskrit and has won gold medals in each of her university examinations. She is the one, who keeps the things moving smoothly, always keeps up the courage and has a firm belief in God. She is our inspiration in every crunch situation and she always manages to steer us through. I know, she secretly wishes had she had a daughter too who could help her in her household work but she never expresses this before us. I love her dishes especially “khir”. She has been a friend too, whenever I needed one. I shared many things with her which most of the Indian mothers don’t with their offspring. She truly is a great mom.. n mom one thing more… which I usually say in your ears… “love u”.. mmuaahh

pitaji.

Meet my father, Mr. Bhagwat Prasad or simply put, pitaji! Probably I will never come to know, how much he loves us (me and my brother) because he will never show this to us. But I know how much he cares for us. I remember the day I slipped off the stairs and landed on the ground sliding over 6-7 stairs. He rushed like never before and could have picked me up in his arms had I been a small little kid. I was walking with my hand on his shoulders and almost forgot about my pain. That day, I got the glimpse of a heart- full of love- hidden behind those scary eyes. Eyes which could kill us even without a word if riveted upon us in full red. I remember those childhood days too, when we watched tv. for 10 hours at a stretch in his absence and never switched on the tv when he was home. Such was his terror. But that too was for our good. (Ye mujhe ab samajh aaya) Your non-stop instructions to study, to work hard, not to spend too much money, not to fight (with mayank), every thing (that you used to say pitaji and u still say) now seems to have a deep meaning. Now you don't interrupt me much, don't instruct me much. Probably you think that I have grown up and I would mind. But Lt me tell you I wouldn't. Finally, I want to say - probably I too wouldn’t be able to say this; ever-I LOVE YOU pitaji

exploring myself..

Now that you have the slightest of the idea as to what kind of a person I am, I want you to know about the people who matter the most in my life. First, i will introduce my family to you… unfortunately I wouldn’t be able to show you the pictures. :(

about me..

In next few lines, i am going to introduce you people out there reading this blog to a person who probably doesn’t like himself much. Rarely smiles, and never when it is most needed, but likes to use it a lot, when thrown into those serious afflictions of life. Barely speaks on his own, bun can tell his heart out if cajoled. Tries to satisfy everyone around and ends up disgruntled himself in the process. Has a firm belief in God and that every thing that happens happens for a reason. So, everything will fall in place at the end of the day. Thinks of himself as a tortoise amidst hares and hence keeps working towards his goal assiduously. Currently is caught up in a rat race and making himself armed to combat this economic crisis and end up having a nice paying job like anybody else in the town. That’s what he was supposed-expected-prepared-programmed to do.This is Bhaskar for you. Want to write something and write what I could not speak. This is my Koshish to assert myself in this unnatural yet modern mode of communication. Hope I achieve what I intend to.