50!!!

This my fiftieth post and its not like what it wanted it to be. But I will not betray the feelings of my heart just for this golden number. Aneways I just studied the whole day in software lab and at the end of the day I too am finding something important amiss. Happened to listen this song and just wanted to write these lines in case my blog is read by the one I desire.....

Chahe jo tumhe pure dil se
milta hain vo mushkil se
aisa jo koi kahin hai
bas vo hi sabse hasin hain
us haath ko tum tham lo
vo mehrbaan kal ho na ho

But then Har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo, jo hain samaan kal ho na ho!!!

I have been listening ti Kal Ho na Ho songs from yesterday and would like to add a few more lines:

saach hain ki dil to dukha hain
humne magar socha hain
Dil ko hain gam kyun
aankh hain nam kyun
hona hi tha jo hua hain
us baat ko jaane hi do
jiska nishan kal ho na ho
har pal yahan ji bhar jiyo...
jo hain samaan , Kal ho Na ho

truly Amazing!!!

Summing it up

Well, I wonder why all of my recent blogs start with the word "well". Well I can't figure out... :D.
The one thing I desperately need to do now is to go back and study.... But I don't feel like. Aneways I had been thinking of writing a blog about this and here it goes: It happens with me that whenever I hear a particular song I feel some of the past events flashing back and it seems that it was just yesterday that these things happened. For example, Feel-Robbie Willams reminds me of my summer time when I was missing evberybody a lot, then Lafzon main and Let me be your hero brings back those sore summer memories... Aashiq banaya aapne reminds me of my rubber technology exam as the song came on lan the night before the exam and the whole night I watched the video... :D, then salaam namaste and garam masala songs remind of the times when I used to maro nightouts for compiler assignments and then would talk to my sister early in the monring, woh lamhe woh bateein brings back the illu time..., dhadak dhadak reminds me of the time when I just came into the wing..... and many more such songs which I am not able to recall now....
Aneways a reason for this might be that these are the songs that I have listened repeatedly for ever and thats why they have been embedded in my brain somewhere....
Also these days I am feeling the lack fo "her" a lot, whoz this "her"...... those who know... know and those who don't..... don't need to know.... aneways it might be just a temporary phase and will pass out... hope so otherwise I can see another of those crappy poems coming up.... :)... I hope she might have read the first one.... but does it matter now.... but Dil hain ki manta nahin!!
Chalo munna back to muggai.... will justify the title in the next post!

Help Someone

Well my travelling spree continued and went home this week to attened my cousin's weeding. As usual had lots and lots of masti... teasing the youngers, teasing bhiya ofcourse, taking up the responsibility of managing things, brining the whole family together.
But the high point was when an auntie came to me and Udit beta aa gaye tum ...... every body was asking the same question... abe samne khada hoon tu aa hi gaya honga na... aneways, i didn't recognize her and smiled away... then she begun... beta tumhari shakal mere bete se bahut milti hain... kyaaaaaaaa... was what I thought.... btea jab vo sham ko aayega to saath main photo jaroor khich vana.....
I was desparately waiting for this guy to arrive... when he did it was a moral booster... I was not as bad looking as I had thought before... he he... to be right, I didn't feel as if we looked similar but all others thought we did.... they sometimes mistook him for me... thats incredible... aneways the guy was nice... and mingled well with us... and had a gala time with him.

Another moment which I enjoyed the most was time during ceremony. I didn't attened actually, rather we(all my brothers, excluding the one being married ;) ) didn't sit in the ceremony as its the boring part... what we did was sat in the cars outside.. bhatting... and thats a rare moment... remembering the time when bhiya used to come to this gali to play cricket.... actually to watch bhabhi .... and when she used to return back from tution they both used to get happy seeing each other... yes 8 years have passed away in flash and today they are getting married!!!

But the most significant event happened on my way back. Just as the train started I was informed that a bomb blast had occoured near jama masjid.... Mom, Dad had to back home through that way only.... I couldn't speak.... was in utter tension..... but the guy sitting in front of me sensed it and asked whats wrong.. when i told him he gave me his phone and I called Dad to find everything was right. Man I was relieved.... thanx to this man.... then we started talking and he told me how his wife and daughter had got injured in the bomb blast at SN market during diwali time... but in between he told me the golden words.... You should always help the one in need, be in his place and see what it means to him when you help him... indeed what he said was damm right... he had helped me.... had he not... I would have died before reaching the next station.... and secondly you get a feeling of satisfaction when you help somebody which in itself is great.... and when yesterday evening I was really breaking my head over some presentation some asked me for help in Java Assg... the first thing that entered my mind was to brush him away... but then I remembered the golden words.... and offeered him help with whatever i knew... the guy was really thankful, I didn't spent much time and finally that feeling of helping out somebody was awesome.... so always try to help out somebody in need if u can!!!!

aTAGGed

five reasons why I will make a good husband:

• I would really love my wife. Love is one thing which she can expect in ample amounts... why?? becuz I studied in boys school for 13 years and then came straight to kgp :D... no no jokes apart, I am caring by nature and have always desired someone to share my feelings with.
• I dont usually talk to other women/girls unless it is totally required. Thus my wife can afford to be possesive and will have... vo kya kehte hain use... haan mutex over me :)
• Even If my wife doesn't have time for our children(not child), I will step up to do so, since I strongly feel that parental care and their attention/time for the children is absolutely necessary
• I love shopping and believe that money is earned for the sole purpose of spending it, ... I think that's a really big asset
• I dont have stringent definitions for beauty and any simple, sober looking girl would appeal to me, what matters is that she should be beautiful inside... thus even if my wife starts to get wrinkels early.... it doesn't matter

five reasons why I will make a bad husband:

• I love my parents/family a lot and would expect the same from my spouse which may sometimes prove to be too demanding for her
• I love ghar ka khana, and this kgp life has made me hate go out for food, so my wife would have to cook more often than seldom.
• I loose temper very easily and when I do so, I also loose control over myself. She would have to bear
• I am not the person who demands his own space, but that doesn't mean that my wife will not have her own space , but it certainly means that space would be intruded a bit
• I am possesive about the things I love which means that I would be possesive about my wife too. She may have problems with that.

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Hmmmm finally finished the tag.. the people whom I would like to tag have already been tagged, but it would be interesting to know what Shaunak has to say...

Living Life

Hmmm.... the weekend has been rather amazing... had my Visa appointment yesterday, so obviously bunked the only "stimulating" lecture and went to cal. Arpit and Parang also had their appointments, so went along. We reached cal around 6:45 and were really hungry.... "arre food court chalte hain yaar, vahan kha bhi lenge aur nikal bhi", said Arpit. Bas aur kya chahiye tha, pahuch gaye. As I enetred I saw a bandi there. Simple looks average bandi. She was looking at the gaint menu hung on the wall, wondering what to order. Something struck... "arre yaar yeh kya order karegi...... dekhne se to simple shimple lag rahi hain.. dekhte hain isse kya pasand hain... ", but then " chod na yaar bhook lagi hain order karte hain".... I ordered Aalo puri... subah subah nothing is better off atleast for me.... as I turned around I saw badau... he was there with some one, I went over, met him, thank god he recognized me, or else pretended well. Aneways as I was coming back to the counter to collect my order I saw that bandi walking over to the eating place with a plate of aalo puri.... :D

For the next 1/2 an hour or so I totally enjoyed the edacious time. I was being nagged by Arpit.."abe jaldi kar mote, humara appointment hai 8:15 baje".... finally we went out.... thisis the part I really hate.... I hate Cal, the taxis, the howrah bridge, the heat and the people too... aneways took a cab for embassy. Withinn 10 mins of reaching there Arpit and parang were called in and I was left there with nothing to do for the next 90 mins. These are the times when a Ipod can really come to ur rescue.... not to mention the insalubrious 3 hr train journey... aneways there was a tree nearby so went over and sat. Now I have this nack of observing people a lot and passing time such way is never a problem to me. There was a family of 3 son... about 20-25, mom and Dad. The mom came and sat next to me as that was the only place available. They were talking and was overhearing... or lets say desperately trying to listen. It was so that the couple were going to US. Aneways what was important was the proof of the fact that people with suranme jhunjhunwala exist. Yes , when the aunty besides me was verifying her documents, I happened to see her name and it ended with jhunjhunwala... before this I thought "abe aise naam to movies main hi hote hain".... aneways there were other people... mostly women... everywhere I go the male to female ratio is not more than 9:1, chad na yaar. One thing to note was that everybody was wearing the best they had... jaise visa lene nahin ghar ki shaadi main aaye hain.. sab ek dum chamak rahe thhe... and then I saw a lady coming back from the visa office, the old guy sitting besides me leaped on seeing her... might have been her dad or so... he asked her how it went and the smile on her face reminded me of my days when I used to give those engineering exams, every time I came home and mom I asked me how it went, I gave the same smile and nodded to indicate that it went well..... I have never said ki mummy exam bahut accha hua hain.. I was in habit of saying "theek hua mummy", so as not to raise any expectations... but then ur mom knows you from in and out and can figurre out stuff before you even speak.

Finally I was called in and as I went in there were 2 things: the doors were as heavy as hell... I was realized that doors should be bullet proof.... lead might be used... that preodic table flashed back .... chad na yaar and secondly it was like prison... i was checked throughly and I had to enter through stel bar door... Inside the AC's were blowing in full blast... haaa relief.... I went over and stood in the queue... cursing tinni " vo to bola tha , abe visa vali bandi kya hot hain yaar", "vo bandi to normal thi...... kya yaar ab kaise katega time".... but then the sight of people who had been waiting with me outside and entered early made the situation somewhat comfortable.... aneways the procedures ended by 10:45 and by 11 we were out, now officially allowed to "study" in US.

The Heat again... "abe yaar cal is f%^&ing hot". Parang had some work, went there and then got our international student cards made..... the receptionist there was a perfect bengali... tall hard, big eyes... ahhh I hate it. Finally we decided to maro peace in pizza hut and took a cab. Along the way I saw lot of banners showing rani mukherjee in begali sarees, her eyes were looking gaint, as if they were going to pop out... damm I hate rani.

Finally reached pizza hut.... ac ... wow relief.... placed the orders and started looking around... one of the tables had 3 bandis but they were school girls... not interested... I have this habit of making opinions about people at the first sight, and decided not to look back. I turned around and saw a boy and his girlfriend(evident from the fact that they were sitting like as if they were siamese twins), but they here too highschool types.... no one around :( , eventually the garlic bread came.... my mouth is watering as I am writing this... then I came the pizzas... wow the sight of hot pizzas really gets you going... finally got engrossed in the pizzas. sometime then Arpit said" abe dekh dekh kya bandi enter kari hain...", "abe khane de yaar, pizza se accha kuchh nahin hain be, concenterate on eating saale". He too agreed and after I finished I looked around and found a bandi with her top toooo up and her pants too down...wow!!!! "yaar log aise ka[de kyun pehante hain" I thought...."chad na yaar, dikhti hain to dekho..:)". Finally the scene was proved so good that arpit went to the bathroom :D :D

Finally I was satisfied... visa lag gaya, pizza hut main kha liya... hot badis around... there were quite a few now.... aur kya chahiye yaar.... it was 2 O'clock we left and went to vfs office to collect the passports... the office was ac too... wow!!! slept for around 2 hrs, collected the passport from a perfect bengali moti.....yes... process completed....yo!!!

Now I had to buy some formal clothes for my brother's wedding later this month. I am too bad in buying formal... you let me buy T-Shirts and I will choose them withinn flash and that too good ones.... it appears that Tshirt shopping is my hobby, I have a lots and lots of them. aneways there were only 2 shirts which matched the descreption that had been regularly given to me over the last 1 week... mummy saying.."bete aisa nahin, vaisa... " and sis saying..."bhiya vaise vali... aur haan aise vaali to bilkul nahin".... but then the labels on them broke my heart.. 1600 and 2000... abe majak hain kya.... shirt hi to hai.... "chad na yaar. vahan pahuchke hi le lenge..." and when I told this to mom, she was shocked... "bete kaise karega, "dophar ko aayega, raat ko shaadi hain....", "arre mummi to fhir aap le lena jo accha lage...". Finally the tension was hers not mine... hehe

back in kgp slept for around 12-14 hrs, and then went out to eat... mess was closed na... jaise khula hota to main mess main hi kha leta... the last two weeks have been really hectic... dept Tshirt, dept-farewell, bitwise, dept-photo, 2 tests, getting the visa documents ready and what not sucking my blood and so thought of marooing peace today... saw Monsoon wedding again... yaar masto movie hai... bilkul ghar ki yaad aa jati hai....punjabi weddings rock dude.... desperately waiting for 12th.... and then watched socha na tha... and yes socha na tha ke itni acchi hogi... mazza aa gaya yaar... I really liked Ayesha Takia... the story line and the songs too... the movie has put me in a very happy mood... and finally was reminded that today is april fools day by this.

Finally all the fun is over and I am about to sleep , I have a full course test on monday :(, got to study from tomorrow... and that hectic life begins again .... but then I feel I am living life.


Current mood: really happy and cheerful ( thanx to those movies)
Current song: yara rub from socha na tha
Current status : single... na na desperately hungry.....
Current wish: come 12th as soon as you can


and haan found this interesting thing.... add in bed to ur orkut fortune and see what happens.... mine says..
Today's fortune:
You will have some wonderful new experiences--- in bed!!! :D

chalo bbye, neend aa rahi hain....