wordlessness..

curious case of rahul gandhi

2011-05-13T19:21:00.000-07:00

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T ENDORSE ANY POLITICAL PARTY.

NOR DO I ENDORSE ANY OF WHAT MAYAWATI IS DOING.

WAS JUST TAKEN ABACK BY RAHUL GANDHI'S HYPOCRITICAL COMMENT AT THE RECENT FARMER AGITATION IN UTTAR PRADESH

Rahul Gandhi: "I feel ashamed to call myself an INDIAN after seeing what has happened here in UP".

Dear Rahul, Why don't you become an Indian Citizen first before feeling ashamed of calling yourself One?

Otherwise It's sounds a little hypocritical. The last time I checked, You still haven't renounced your Italian Citizenship. (May be because you are so ashamed of being an Indian)

PLEASE DON'T BE ASHAMED OF U.P. YET

Also Please don't be ashamed of Uttar Pradesh yet. Congress ruled the State for the Majority of the duration Pre Independence to Post Independence.. from 1939 to 1989 ( barring the Periods of Emergency.. Thanks to your Grand Mom Indira G. and a couple of transitional Governments)

8 out of the total 14 Prime Ministers of India have been from UP, 6 out of those 8 have been from Congress...

I think your party had more than half a century and half a Dozen PM's to build a State...

The Reason Mulayam Singh, subsequently came to Power is because your party wasn't exactly Gandhian in their dealings in the State.. So May be If you look at in totality the present chaos in UP is the outcome of the glorious leadership displayed by Congress in UP for about 50 years!

So Please don't feel ashamed as yet Dear Rahul.. For Mayawati is only using the Land Acquisition Bill which your party had itself used to LOOT the Farmers many times in the Past!

Not that it justifies Mayawati's Actions at any Cost. But It Surely Puts a Question Mark over your Intent and Consistency.

YOU REALLY WANT TO FEEL ASHAMED

But don't be disappointed, I would give you ample reasons to feel ashamed...

You really want to feel Ashamed..?

First Ask Pranav Mukherjee, Why isn't he giving the details of the account holders in the Swiss Banks.

Ask your Mother, Who is impeding the Investigation against Hasan Ali?

Ask her, Who got 60% Kickbacks in the 2G Scam?

Ask Manmohan Singh. What/Who kept him Quiet all this while.

Who let the BHOPAL GAS TRAGEDY Accused go Scot Free?

Please read more about, How Indira Gandhi pushed the Nation Under Emergency in 76-77, after the HC declared her election to Lok Sabha Void!

(I bet She had utmost respect for DEMOCRACY and JUDICIARY and FREE PRESS)

I guess you know the answers already. So My question is, Why the Double Standards in Judging Mayawati and members of your Family and Party?

I condemn Mayawati. But Is She the only one you feel Ashamed for?

What about the ones close to you? For their contribution to the Nation's Misery is beyond comparison.

You talk about the Land being taken away from the Farmers. How many Suicides have happened under your Parties Rule in Vidarbha ? Does that Not Ashame You ?

THE 72,000 CRORE LOAN WAIVER

Your Party gave those Farmers a 72,000 Crore Loan Waiver. Which didn't even reach the Farmers by the way.

So, Why don't you focus on implementing the policies which your govt. has undertaken, instead of earning brownie points by trying to manufacture consent by bombarding us with pictures of having food with Poor Villagers....

You want to feel ashamed. You can feel ashamed for your Party taking CREDIT for DEBITING the Public Money (72,000 crores) from the Government Coffers and literally Wasting it...

YOUR MOTHER'S SO CALLED SACRIFICE OF GIVING UP PRIME MINISTER SHIP in 2004.

According to a Provision in the Citizenship Act.

A Foreign National who becomes a Citizen of India, is bounded by the same restrictions, which an Indian would face, If he/she were to become a Citizen of Italy.

Now Since you can't become a PM in Italy, Unless you are born there.

Likewise an Italian Citizen can't become Indian PM, unless He/She is not born here!

Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Man who Exposed the 2G Scam) sent a letter to the PRESIDENT OF INDIA bringing the same to his Notice.

PRESIDENT OF INDIA sent a letter to Sonia Gandhi to this effect, the day she was about to get sworn in 2004.

Manmohan Singh was brought in the Picture at the last moment to Save Face!!

Rest of the SACRIFICE DRAMA which she choreographed was an EYE WASH!!!

So She didn't make any Sacrifice, It so happens that SONIA GANDHI can never become the PM of INDIA under the Present Constitution.

You could be Ashamed about that Dear Rahul!!

THINK ABOUT YOURSELF.

You go to Harvard on Donation Quota. ( Hindujas Gave HARVARD 11 million dollars the same year, when Rajiv Gandhi was in Power)

Then you are expelled in 3 Months.... ( Sadly Manmohan Singh wasn't the Dean of Harvard that time, else you might have had a chance... Too Bad, there is only one Manmohan Singh!)

Then you go about lying about your Harvard Degree.. before finally taking it off your Resume upon questioning by Dr. SUBRAMANIYAM SWAMI (The Gentlemen who exposed the 2G Scam)

Then you are admitted to St. Stephens.. There You Fail the Hindi Exam.

Hindi Exam!!!

And you are representing the Biggest Hindi Speaking State of the Country?

(Not that Education is a Prerequisite for being a great Leader, but then you shouldn't have lied about your qualifications!)

Contrast that with Gandhi Ji , who went to South Africa, Became a Barrister, on Merit, Left all that to work for South Africa, then for the Country....

You could feel a little ashamed about Lying about your Educational Qualifications. You had your reasons I know, Because in India, WE RESPECT EDUCATION!

But who cares about Education, When you are a Youth Icon!!

YOUTH ICON

You traveled in the Local Train for the first time at the Age of 38.

You went to some Villages as a part of Election Campaign.

And You won a Youth Icon!! ... That's why You are my Youth Icon.

For 25 Million People travel by Train Everyday. You are the First Person to win a Youth Icon for boarding a Train.

Thousands of Postmen go to remotest of Villages. None of them have yet gotten a Youth Icon.

You were neither Young Nor Iconic.

Still You became a Youth Icon beating Iconic and Younger Contenders like RAHUL DRAVID.

Shakespeare said, What's in a Name?

Little did he knew, It's all in the Name, Especially the Surname!

Speaking of Surame..

DO YOU REALLY RESPECT GANDHI, OR IS IT JUST TO CASH IN ON THE GOODWILL OF MAHATMA?

Because the Name on your Passport is RAUL VINCI.

Not RAHUL GANDHI..

May be if you wrote your Surname as Gandhi, you would have experienced, what Gandhi feels like, LITERALLY ( Pun Intended)

But you don't seem to use Gandhi except when you are fighting Elections. ( There it makes complete sense).

Imagine fighting by the Name Raul Vinci...

It feels sadly Ironic, Gandhi Ji, who inspired Icons like Nelson Mandela ,Martin Luther King Jr. and John Lennon, across the world, Couldn't inspire members of his party/ Nehru's Family, who only seem to use his Surname for the purposes of FIGHTING ELECTIONS and conveniently use a different name on their PASSPORT.

You could feel ashamed for your Double Standards.

YOUTH INTO POLITICS.

Now You want Youth to Join Politics.

I say First you Join Politics.

Because you haven't Joined Politics. You have Joined a Family Business.

First you Join Politics. Win an Election fighting as RAUL VINCI and Not Rahul Gandhi, then come and ask the youth and the Educated Brass for more involvement in Politics.

Also till then, Please don't give me examples of Sachin Pilot and Milind Deora and Naveen Jindal as youth who have joined Politics..

They are not Politicians. They Just happen to be Politicians.

Much Like Abhishek Bachchan and other Star Sons are not Actors. They just happen to be Actors ( For Obvious Reasons)

So, We would appreciate if you stop requesting the Youth to Join Politics till you establish your credentials...

WHY WE CAN'T JOIN POLITICS!

Rahul Baba, Please understand, Your Father had 2 Billion Dollars in your Family account ( in Swiss Bank) when he died.

Ordinary Youth has to WORK FOR A LIVING.

YOUR FAMILY just needs to NETWORK FOR A LIVING

If our Father had left thousands of Crores with us, We might consider doing the same..

But we have to Work. Not just for ourselves. But also for you. So that we can pay 30% of our Income to the Govt. which can then be channelized to the Swiss Banks and your Personal Accounts under some Pseudo Names.

So Rahul, Please don't mind If the Youth doesn't Join Politics. We are doing our best to fund your Election Campaigns and your Chopper Trips to the Villages.

Somebody has to Earn the Money that Politicians Feed On.

INDIAN NATIONAL CONGRESS

You want to feel ashamed..

Feel Ashamed for what the First Family of Politics has been reduced to...

A Money Laundering Enterprise.

If MONEY is all the Motivation there is, You can Feel Ashamed for Sonia G's 'POVERTY of AMBITION'

You really want to feel Ashamed.

Feel Ashamed for what you ' SO CALLED GANDHI'S' have done to Mahatma's Legacy..

Meanwhile, I would request Sonia Gandhi to change her name to $ONIA GANDHI, and you could replace the 'R' in RAHUL/RAUL by the New Rupee Symbol!!!

RAUL VINCI : I am ashamed to call myself an Indian.

Even we are ashamed to call you so!

YOURS SINCERELY

NITIN GUPTA

(P.S. this article is copied from facebook just to keep the facts handy when the need arises)

6 morals. Hilarious.

2011-04-19T23:21:00.000-07:00

Lesson 1: Naked Wife A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you $800 to drop that towel.” After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves. The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks,… “Who was that?” “It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. “Great!” the husband says, “Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?” Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure. Lesson 2 A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, “I’ll give each of you just one wish” “Me first! Me first!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.” Poof! She’s gone. “Me next! Me next!” says the sales rep. “I want to be in Hawaii,relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.” Poof! He’s gone. “OK, you’re up,” the Genie says to the manager. The manager says, “I want those two back in the office after lunch.” Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say. Lesson 3 A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,”Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But,changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.” Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity. Lesson 4 A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A rabbit asked him,”Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?” The crow answered: “Sure, why not.” So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very high up. Lesson 5: Power of Charisma A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree. Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there. Lesson 6 A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. Moral of the story: 1. Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy 2. Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend 3. And when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!

Courtesy: various sources.

delhi!!

2011-04-13T20:40:00.000-07:00

They call it hot...I call it warm, They call it a crowd...I call it a party, They call them brats...I call them brothers, They call it bad...I call it bliss, They call it traffic...I call it a festival, They call it dirty...I call it dressed, They call it a sinner...I call it a saint, They call it barren...I call it loam, They call it DELHI...I call it Home !!!

congrats motu!

2011-03-18T11:13:00.000-07:00

I had almost abandoned blogging for all practical purposes. Not because there were no takers for my articles, But because I didn't have anything of importance to write for months at a stretch. But now one girl has given me the reason to write. And man, this IS some REASON.

First of all, congrats Rachita Rasiwasia. You've done it. You've made y(our) dream come true. You've made all your near and dear ones proud- your parents, your sister, your friends and your gawar. You may now argue that you've never wished to do an MBA, you just wanted time so aomebody can be ready to get married with you in the mean time; but I know somewhere down there you wanted to prove something. You wanted to prove to some of your friends that you still can do things which they can't so what if you are slightly overweight. You wanted to prove to some in your family that though you are a girl, you can beat boys of the family on some fronts. You wanted to prove to the Gods of misfortune that despite so much adversities that he has bestowed upon you, you kept the spirits going.

I know the journey has been tough for you. There were long and dark hours. There were times when the failure was looming and no light at the other end of tunnel. But, you kept the courage. Sailed through. And see. Here you are.

I am sure you have a long way to go. This is just a pleasant stay before the long journey ahead. And I am sure you will wade through all the challenges that life puts to you.

What more. Just congrats. Keep faith in your Bhagwaan jii and of course in you.

new post

2010-10-13T04:43:00.000-07:00

Planning to write a romantic story. The idea hit me 3 - 4 days back while I was doing nothing (almost). I just hope I wouldn't procrastinate this time.

The gift!

2010-09-28T12:18:00.000-07:00

The Best Friend of my best friend is going to get married. She is of my age, of course. The big deal about this is, what I heard about some gifts which she sent to her fiance.

The thing is, only 57 days are to go before the marriage-day finally arrives. Her mother is to go to Delhi for some marriage related work and she will meet her son-in-law-to-be in two days time. So, the mathematics suggests, only 55 days will remain after that.

Now this friend of friend of mine, has sent 55 roses. Moreover, she has sent a mirror which will imply that the receiver has to keep the person, seen in the mirror, always happy. [??]. She has also packed a chocolate with some kind of milk, which is supposed to remind him to take care of himself. This too has got some logic behind, which I, being a lesser-mortal, couldn't understand. A photo album too finds a place in that huge bag, full of gifts. In this album she has arranged her photos in direct chronological order. Photos, from the very beginning of her life to those done very recently, are there in that album. The idea is, it will help him reduce the extent to which he misses her.

The list would have gone long. Damn! I changed the topic.

But, seriously speaking, I was terrified. I just thought what would I do if my fiancee does the some thing with me? What if she overwhelms me with those 100-days-to-go gifts? How would I react to this? How would I show happiness by receiving those gifts and how would I not tell her "what was the need of doing all this?" How would I not laugh at this?

I guess, at this point of time, I can not understand the importance of all such things. I can not understand what does his happiness and well being mean to her. I can not understand what does this gap of 55-days mean for them. That is why all these things, all these thematic/romantic gifts, seem a little too much to me.

And I blame only myself for this insensitivity. But, I am sure, a time will come which will turn a person as insensitive as I am, into a sensitive one, and only then, I will be able to understand those emotions hidden behind those gifts.

(P.S.: Not a single word in this post is meant to hurt anyone in any way. These are purely my feelings about something, which I could not anyway share with anyone)

2010-09-23T20:33:00.000-07:00

This is the poem which I penned three months back while going to my home in early July this year.

"ran out of the rains.
ran out of the pains..
leaving behind those commitments & hardships.
getting into the parental reins!"

twenty four!

2010-05-25T13:54:00.000-07:00

Turning 24, feeling 14!. Yes!. I might have grown up physically but I feel like a kid at heart. And I love it that way..

I still want to do something in life but don’t exactly know what to do.. I still want to play the whole day .. i just want to roam around on streets aimlessly with my sweet friends.. I just love watching movies on that b/w age old tv at my home (though I own a SONY now).. i love sitting on the last bench in the class (though i stand tall at the front now).. I love gossiping in the class even after repeated warnings from the teacher to not to do so.. (and i stand on the other side of the room now..) .. n i NOW miss the punishment after that.. (to hold one’s ears under the legs!, I didn’t like it that time).. I like it when teacher praises me by calling me a brilliant student (:P, sachchi.. sometimes they did!) and me smiling ear to ear after hearing that.. .. I still want to be pampered by my mom for having food.. i still want to be shouted upon by my father for not studying, watching tv, wasting money.. i just love to fight with my cute little brother .. n i love it when my mom makes kheer for me every Sunday.. especially for me! n I know.. she loves it too!

But, today, as I enter into my 25^thyear on this earth.. i feel that all those things which i used to love as a teenager are long gone..there are no friends to roam around with.. no classes to attend to.. and no classes to bunk..no more constraint on watching movies.. no more pampering for food.. and last but not the least.. no more kheer.. (its been ages LL)..

I guess i will have to accept that i am no more a kid..I have responsibilities now.. i need to take care of my parents.. my little brother..I need to take care of my future.. their future.. our future!. Now, I have taken birth into what they call “the real world”.. n you should be man enough to survive in this so called real world.. n I will.. I WILL be man.. a man of substance.. a man of honour..

So, on the 24^th b’day of mine.. I, Bhaskar Aggarwal, end the boy in myself.. n give birth to a man.!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mr. BHASKAR!

... give me another chance...!

2010-04-01T06:00:00.003-07:00

Wanna go back to the comforts of my hostel room which didn’t have anything to lavish on except a bed to lie upon. Wanna go back into those gates of my Alma mater which had every thing a young heart like that of mine could ever dream about: friends, Nescafe and wind-t. Wanna go back to those labs where perhaps we didn’t learn anything (academically) but we learnt a lot of the hearts of our pals while talking away to glory around that boiling liquid over a gas stove. We had some best of the jokes of life while sipping coffee in those self acclaimed breaks during labs. Finally, wanna go back to those class rooms where proxy used to be the highest point of an otherwise boring class. Wanna go back to those reading rooms, ex-halls & csc. Wanna go back to that sasi, that juice corner and yes – that mess. I just want another chance and this time I wouldn’t grow up..

The innocent!

2009-04-02T23:40:00.000-07:00

This is a story I wrote.. rather I had to write as an assignment in one of my courses to earn some marks... I don't know how it will fare .. but I am posting it here.. coz I am the boss at this place.. i can post any kind of crap i want..i am sorry for the lauguage I used here.. as this was supposed to be a SMS novel.. so the similer language is used..

tanmay is a sftwre profesionl employed in a big MNC based in gurgn..was leadin a hapy life n had a big big netwrk on social ntwrkin sites ... once he met a girl on one of such sites n she grabed his attentn... she began the talk n ws talkin so swetly tht he cud nt resist.. she tld tht she's livin in d sme city in a slitely b'kwrd area n tht her dad is vry ill.. n she is prepring for an engg. entrnc exam...

tammy felt quit impressed by her n wnted to talk mor .. bt she hd to go... he strted waitin 4 her at d sme time daily.. n she met again aftr a week .. told him abt her wherabouts...

vry soon.. he strted sharin very personal matters 2 her.. n felt releaved by talkin 2 her..

hopin tht she 2 wud be thinkin d sme 4 him lik he does 4 her.. e askd her to meet smwhre.. she ws mor thn hapy to hear dis 4m him... n dey decidd on d nxt weekend .. followin 3 days wer d longest in his lif...

on d D-day.. he gt ready in his most fab. dres n left,... thinkin abt her.. as expected of galz.. she came l8 juzz by n hour.. bt wen he saw her... all d wait seemed 2 b worth.. she was helluva beau..

dey did wat dey do on a date..n d separation in d eve ws d tufest part of d day 4 him.. bt d weekend ws owsome..

d feelin of such an owsum weekend remained juzz 4 a week .. as den came d next weekend.. d next meet.. next level of 2gatehrness... next feelin of intimacy...

as d weeks passd by.. he ws gradully shiftin 2 a parallel world ..where he ws livin wid her.. no one else!!! she ws everythin 4 him now..

one day.. he got a call 4m her cell.. tht she's been kidnapped.. n he wil have to deliever som papers 4m his dad.. as he is nt abl to walk...

he rushd.. n rushd lik hell.. grabd d paket 4m her dad.. ran to the mall.. wher he was suposed 2 deliver..

hurriedly.. he enterd d mall.. went 2 d restrau.. sat on d tble mentiond by d kidnapr... left d paket dere... n left... n aftr dat kept tryin her phon.. bt neva got through....

in d eve.. he heard a police siron in d street...

d mall he went to ..in d afternoon.. ws blasted.. CCTV futage showd him entrin wid d paket n leavin widout..

he told d police .. abt d girl.. her dad.. bt no one cud be traced by her cell no. n at d adres he told..

all ws gone.. he's on remand .. n she is prbly... talkin sweet to smone else.. in anoder city.. anoder place... anoder ntwrkin site... or may b d same!!!

the last trip!

2009-04-02T23:32:00.000-07:00

This must be the most concise outing anyone can ever had.. I, with five of my closest friends at IIT, pondered on the map with a lens. The purpose: to look for the places to go for this extended weekend. We started with Leh-Ladakh and 10 people to go; came down to Dharamshala- Mc'leodgunj with 8 people to go; further narrowed down to Amritsar and still 8 people to go with and finally, on the eve of the D day, decided on Agra- Fatehpur Sikri and now, with only six of us left. Though only one of the group members was in full mood of globe-trotting, all of us reluctantly agreed to go. The sentiment of the last trip of college life was seriously touching.

Finally, after all the delays that one could make in his lifetime, we left for the our destination with Rs. 400 (collectively) in real currency terms and were relying on the plastic money, The ATMs!

Auto wala bhaiya was stopped near an ATM as we were to withdraw some money to avail the trip but thanx to the RBI's new rule, all the networks, of all the banks were down in order to make the services available for free to all users at ATMs of all banks.

That was the real blow! None of the ATM was found working and that caused a U-turn to our recently started trip to Agra. Ashamed, aghast, cheated. enjoyed.. cheered, we headed back to the hostel, had the morning tea at sasi and silently, with a long smile on the face and the thinking of what others-who saw us leaving-would say, entered the hostel. As soon as we entered our rooms, we just bursted into laughter, made fun of each other and termed it the best trip we had ever had. No matter how short the trip was, we enjoyed it a lot and it became unforgettable in our memories for the time immemorial. Thanks my lovely pals and of course a special thanks to indian banking!!!

detective ghajini..a shot to acting.. :P

2009-03-01T04:49:00.000-08:00

after a long time.. got to do something interesting.. last week.. shot a short movie for interhostel movie making competition..
the theme of the movie was "spoof".. script was written by Raj kapoor Nigam... who also played the protagonist.. a detective n I played his assistant...(I committed a crime of looking at the camera.. but being a novice n no rehearsals done.. I beg your pardon for that).. as is the culture of my hostel.. it all started just one day beore the submission deadline,.. so every scene was shot just once.. all artists.. tried to do justice to their role though.. editing was done by RKN again.. a good work .. kudos to him.. good cinematography by R. Karan.. n thanx to Tafazzul hussain.. for special appearance.. not to forget Shivam Tripathi.. who also had is scenes but waere shown editor's scissors..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiFqwX1HWQI&eurl=http://www.orkut.co.in/FavoriteVideos.aspx?uid=9729378111585079751

the thing called job!!!

2009-01-15T12:03:00.000-08:00

I am 23 and haven’t tasted success in my life yet. The time has come when the people of my age around the world are making big. People like Usain Bolt, Saina Nehwal, Somdev Devvarman, Dev Patel, Asin… are some of the few names that represent my generation and their success in their respective fields is a clear indication that my generation has arrived at the doors this village called world and is going to decide the direction the direction the world will take in the next 30-40 years. It really feels great to be the part of the elite group that is supposed to play an important role in the developments in various fields of corporate and administrative importance. This feeling, in a way, puts more responsibility on my shoulders. But I find myself as a failure when I look around just to see that every one out there has got a direction to move on. Some have got a fat paid job, some have almost made it to best B-schools available in India, and some rare ones have done both. It seems that the race we all were preparing for since last 3 years has already been won by some with me still standing at the starting point counting on my Gods of fortunes.
But like every coin this one too has its flip side. During all this period of cut-throat competition I did a good thing that was quite quenching in the times high stress and tension….. I made friends. Probably this is the best asset I have made during my four years stay here. A friendship that is above all kind of competitions, tensions and stress of the external world, where one can find refuge for mental peace. And that is this friendship due to which I have been able to feel the same emotions as my one of my best friends must be feeling when he got a job offer last week. I personally have never known how it feels when you get the very first job offer of your life but I think the feeling will not be much different from what I felt at that point of time. So, I think all those tough talks regarding job and all become immaterial and finally what matters are how many friends you made and not how many dollars you earned.
I dedicate this post to shivam and congratulate him for his success. May you be able to fulfill all your dreams… and I m sure u will…. U rock man!!!

happy new year...

2009-01-01T20:38:00.000-08:00

"ek koshish.." wishes al its readers a very happy and prosperous new year... may this year brings you all the happiness and joy you want.. and may you flourish like blossoms in the garden of god... CHEERS!!

photo: courtesy www.santabanta.com

dostii

2008-12-27T13:56:00.000-08:00

“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

2008-12-02T12:25:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-11-26T12:32:00.001-08:00

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...

2008-11-25T01:24:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-24T09:52:00.000-08:00

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..

2008-11-24T09:21:00.000-08:00

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..

2008-11-23T00:05:00.000-08:00

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.