This will be a long one.
Yes. you heard it right. I shall soon be severing that long winded connection with delhi for good. Or will i? Its been 17 years of having a focal point, or a vector out there in delhi, from where i have moved here and there before always coming back to the same place. but now the point should be shifting for good. atleast for the time being. and its a good time i think to go down that memory lane ( i think i always end up liking to live in the past rather in the present - must say an irritating quirk of mine).
So it was in the summer of 92, that i first landed in the city. My father had just got posted to the city and we were to stay in guess what? The good old Red Fort. Those were the times when a small military unit stayed inside the grand old fort, a scion of the old British Era. And so we would too. Obviously it was surreal and most of my soon to be freinds refused to believe it. In fact i still remember being taunted as the so called "Prince of Red Fort" even a year down the line, by my Maths teacher ( the only maths teacher i ever hated, but thats another story). My first impression of the city was at best daunting. Delhi can be tough especially if you are a small town kid. and though we had come from secunderabad, it still was different. My first challenge was the school itself. From a small army school in secunderabad, i was now going to the Army School here in delhi which had close to 500 students per class, split into more than 8 sections. And all the kids seemed so good, so smart, speaking english fluently ( yup, that was a major thing for me then and remained for a long time, since i was bad). Did i have an inferiority complex? I still remember the first one week i dreaded going to school. the 5:30 am rendition of Om Jai Jagdish Hare at a temple nearby my house, used to be like a call to death for me every morning. And i think i spent the first week in the school sick bay everyday, with complaints of stomach ache and what not. But then as they say, everything does change. and so it did. Slowly, i managed to set in well in the school. I made a few good friends and well joined a so called gang, led by the smart K, the teachers pet, the good in sports dude, popular with all people around. Talk about being in good company. :-s. But then yes, i also started doing very well academically and that helped a lot. Involvement in extra curriculars like debates etc started and soon yes i was enjoying myself in school. By the end of the year i was yes at home in Delhi. Thus began an affair with the city.
While we stayed in Red Fort, we were kind of cut out from the real army life in a cantonment, especially in Delhi. But father always tried to make up for it, taking us to the officers institute for swimming etc. Every weekend, we would go to India Gate after dinner, and that was an amazing time, running around in the gardens around the monument, playing with balloons etc. Nirula's ice cream became a household popularity with fortnightly trips to the parlor in connaught place. Those were the days of seeing DDLJ in the crowded Golcha Cinema of Darya Gunj, then going out to have awesome kulfi faluda in the nearby dirty street of the market. This was also the time when i saw my first english film in a theatre " Mission Impossible"......boy was it tough to follow the dialogues. You see unlike most kids my age then, i did not have cable tv at home and so was left out of the Star world and other series then.
Anyways so the years passed and i moved into class 9th. This was where i made my closest freinds to day. M, K,D,S,V . We all have stayed in touch ever since and even now are. touchwood. we all always agree on the fact that the next two years were the best time in our school life. Of course, i think i missed out on some of the fun that these other brats had, since i used be a little as D called me then " Snobbish in nature" ( yeah i have it written right down in my autograph book)........always a stickler for rules blah blah......playing the cruel monitor to the hilt and failing to bring an sort of discipline at all. And so yes i did miss on some of the fun, but nevertheless i had my share of fun too. I could write a hugggeee post on those two years and also the next two too, but i think that will wait for awhile but suffice to say now that we had fun.
This was also the time when delhi started to really become a base camp for us. Dad had got posted to Jhansi, and mum chose to stay in delhi for my and my sisters education. Anyways so post my 9th class exams, we moved to Sheikh Sarai, in South Delhi. This was the beginning of a new phase for me. From being a protected army brat, who had always had someone to do his work, i was now learning to do stuff by myself. you wont believe it, but this was the first time i travelled in a DTC for myself. First time that i went and stood in a line to pay electricity and other bills. First of a number of things. I had always marvelled M at his independence and ability to do things at a much younger age. well finally i was going through the grind myself too. And all this while, the city watched, from a distance or sometimes closer too. it had been 5 years in the city and well i was calling it home, exploring newer aspects of it too.
The next two years passed in a whirl, what with engineering entrance preparations, the rigours of class 11th and 12th along with the associated fun too. as the seniormost class of the school, we had our share of fun. and yes by this time i had left my fascination with rules etc far behind. so even though i was the school captain, i would join in all the clandestine activities too :-s. One reason why i didnt work as hard or did as well as i should have in the entrance etc. Anyhow, time flew, and soon we were nearing the end of our school. In fact before we knew it we were out. into the world. we all went our separate ways, to different colleges and universities, with a promise to stay in touch. and well Delhi served its place well. the Homing ground for all our beacons as we tried to make sense of the world that lay beyond.
Mother was staying back in Noida ( where we had shifted soon after my 12th), this time for my sisters 10th and 12th, and so despite having gone for engineering to Roorkee, i had my base at Delhi / Noida. the city itself started undergoing changes with newer flyovers, newer roads, the metro construction and all. And i somehow managed to stay in touch with its pulse. On vacation trips to the city, we all school freinds would catch up, since we all came from different parts of the country back to Delhi. I made my first Barista trip here, even though we preferred to just have a glass of water instead of spending 70 bucks for a coffee. For us college brats, nothing like the pleasure of a 10 Rs Cold coffee and 7 rs Sandwich in one of the corner nooks of connaught place. and coming from roorkee, Baristas and all were a luxury still. By this time my father had moved to Jammu, and my mother continued in delhi. she had her school job, and my sister her school and then her college.
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he years moved swiftly by, with most of the action now in Roorkee. 4 years of learning, making mistakes, new freinds, misunderstandings, sorting out misunderstandings, crushes and misses, drama, and a little bit of acads :). and all this while i would keep coming back to Delhi, to check how it had been when last i left. with bi annual trips to my old school as well as reunions with school freinds, somehow the city remained alive for me.
After graduation i got a job and moved to Mumbai but the affair with the city continued. In fact i was now embroiled in the Mumbai Vs Delhi debate, starting on the Delhi side of course. years have now passed and i am still in the middle. I grew from hating mumbai to loving it but that didnt mean i liked Delhi any less. every 4-5 months i would continue to make visits to meet parents. of course beyond it the charm slowly started withering a bit, more because my freinds had gone out, things were new everytime i came, new roads, new happenings etc. Yet the thread remained all through my 4 years at Mumbai. It was again like come what may i would go back to delhi some time after all.
Past one year and more i was in hyderabad for my MBA. Papa had been transferred to Delhi about a year before that and so what had been a base camp was again our main place. We were now based in Timarpur, near the Delhi Universitry North Campus. This is a picturesque location, a proper forest in the midst of the concrete jungle. I have gone for long morning waks with dad here and loved it always. Mom continued with her school, sister had started working in delhi itself and so we remained entrenched firmly in delhi. Of course i was out, but yet like i said would always come back to the city.
Couple of months back, sister got married and moved away albeit to another place in Delhi itself. Brother in law works in delhi itself and so does she so she will stay on.
Me? I am now in Kolkata, and would have been looking forward to calling base camp D again. But not anymore. Heard the news that dad just got posted out, and this time finally after 17 years, mom will also go with him. obviously it doesnt make sense for her to stay on, what with sister gone away, self away as ever. She had continued in delhi for her kids, who now are settled or in the process. So she will now be with dad.
For me this does herald the end of somethings. Delhi will change in more ways than one and i still find it difficult to describe exactly how. Of course its nothing too big, really change is what is life is all about and you move on. From school to college to first job to mba and now to the new job. And yet a part of me has remained in Delhi all these years, a connection that grew stronger with every passing moment, every time we shifted from one part of the city to the other. Now somehow, it seems that part is going to be removed. And i feel slightly lost at times. just a simple strange feeling so to speak.
Goodbye Basecamp Delhi. or atleast that part which lay for so many years.
chaos
Friday, May 29, 2009
50 and going strong!!!
This happens to be my 50th official post on this blog. 50 posts in 5 years since the blog started. What a milestone to achieve and what a speed at which i reached it. Ravi Shastri would have been proud of me. in this age of T20, i am like the age old tortoise of the 1950's test cricket. slow and steady.
Neva mind. ill reach that century soon too. and to think of bloggers who clock more than 100 posts in year. my speed relative to them? Calculate karo na yaar. and tell me too.:)
till then this calls for a celebratory champagne. Yipeee
Chaos
Neva mind. ill reach that century soon too. and to think of bloggers who clock more than 100 posts in year. my speed relative to them? Calculate karo na yaar. and tell me too.:)
till then this calls for a celebratory champagne. Yipeee
Chaos
Khai Ke Paan Benaras Vaala in Kolkata
So you see i have very recently shifted to Kolkata, and am still getting to know the city. Till now, despite a number of people telling me otherwise, i have found the place nice and beautiful. Maybe coz i did not find myself alone, having some of my closest school buddies here or joining a firm that....cross my heart is still quite people and HR freindly. and i am still exploring the city. and have not faced the monsoon, the water logging etc as people tell me.
But this post is not about the city mind you. Ill do that some other time. This is something more basic and begins with a simple question.
Have you ever faced that situation where in trying to be extra cautious you actually end up making even more sillier mistakes than possible? well heres one of them.
So two days into the city, it was my closest freinds wedding. and me and my other freind went to her place for the wedding and had an awesome time. The next day was reception at her inlaws place and we attended that too. In very short, two simply awesome days of reunion cum wedding celebration and everything.
For me now, this being the first bengali wedding i was attending, i was quite inquisitive and curious about the slightly different customs followed from the North Indian weddings that i have generally attended. at the same time, well atleast in my mind even if needlessly, I was a little conscious about not doing or behaving in any manner stupid or silly. not that i should have been worried, after all it was my bestest buddy who was getting married . But then call it a quirk of the mind.
So there i was, on the day of the reception, at her new home,. We had just finished an awesome dinner, topped it with a great kulfi and were lounging comfortably, me, my freind S, the newly weds and few others and chatting about this and that. And there comes the final thing to round off the dinner - a smoothly packed "paan". Now a paan is nothing but just that..........a paan........ as the wiki would define it - "Sweet" (meetha paan): Betel leaf with neither tobacco nor areca nuts. The filling is made up primarily of coconut, fruit preserves, and various spices. It is also often served with a maraschino cherry. "
Par nahin bhaiya hamari aisi kismat kahan. bataya to tha hum the extra observant, extra cautious and overtly careful. Somehow or the other it got into my head that this was a special paan served only in Kolkata which had to be had in a different way. for the information of the readers, this one had just been specially wrapped in another leaf and tied with a small ribbon. Frankly speaking nothing unusual about it. Nothing except of course to me.
Thence came my moment.
I tried to unwrap the upper leaf, but somehow couldnt locate the actual paan inside. so i was confused. Now please, do remember my slightly conscious state of mind ( which is more of a bad excuse for what happened :-s). So I kept sitting with the paan in hand trying to quickly think of a way to have it without looking silly. and somehow the brain was not working.
And then.......Suddenly it struck me........the right way of eating the paan that is!!!!!! and i had my eureka moment of the day...........so very comfortably i sprang up, lifted the packed paan in my right hand, looked around comfortably and with that crazy winner's look..........popped the pack straight into my mouth........after a full 5 mins of debating that is...And there i stood with that winner's look savouring that surprisingly different tangy taste of the leaf and trying to make out the gulcand and the other things in between.............
That is when i noticed S looking askance at me with a very puzzled expression. He seemed to have been observing me since i put the packet into my mouth.........and then he came upto me and asked..........." Dude, tune bahar ka patta kahan phenka"........and i was like " patta........kaunsa patta?"
And then it struck me................arre bhaiya i had been hallucinating........kolkata or delhi or mumbai ...........a paan is a paan is a paan..........and i had just had one with the outside wrapping leaf............ :( :(......boy did i make the laughing stock of the evening :(.........
My only salvation........
1. I was not the only one. My partner in crime and in fact the one whose act i actually followed ( yeah the eureka moment did not come all by itself)......was his majesty our dear groom himself..........
2. As a concession, we both got to have another delicious paan.......to humne do paan khaaye bajaaye ke ek......nice idea na. :D
3. I have become phamous in kolkata now. Next day i had gone again to meet my friends and aunty, the groom's mother came up to me and started speaking to me in bengali. now i am still a learner......the farthest i have gone is "aami bangla jaani na"........but i knew what aunty said immediately......from the twinkle in her eye...
she said " Beta, have the paan without the wrapper :-s".....
To bhaiyon aur bhaiyon ki beheno.....sun lo meri baat...paan hota hai paan.........chahe woh banarsi ya allahabadi ya kahin ka ........sab ek hai......i know the true blue connousiueers ( pardon the speeling) would disagree..........but for me its all the same......no more thinking re baba.......
adios
Chaos
But this post is not about the city mind you. Ill do that some other time. This is something more basic and begins with a simple question.
Have you ever faced that situation where in trying to be extra cautious you actually end up making even more sillier mistakes than possible? well heres one of them.
So two days into the city, it was my closest freinds wedding. and me and my other freind went to her place for the wedding and had an awesome time. The next day was reception at her inlaws place and we attended that too. In very short, two simply awesome days of reunion cum wedding celebration and everything.
For me now, this being the first bengali wedding i was attending, i was quite inquisitive and curious about the slightly different customs followed from the North Indian weddings that i have generally attended. at the same time, well atleast in my mind even if needlessly, I was a little conscious about not doing or behaving in any manner stupid or silly. not that i should have been worried, after all it was my bestest buddy who was getting married . But then call it a quirk of the mind.
So there i was, on the day of the reception, at her new home,. We had just finished an awesome dinner, topped it with a great kulfi and were lounging comfortably, me, my freind S, the newly weds and few others and chatting about this and that. And there comes the final thing to round off the dinner - a smoothly packed "paan". Now a paan is nothing but just that..........a paan........ as the wiki would define it - "Sweet" (meetha paan): Betel leaf with neither tobacco nor areca nuts. The filling is made up primarily of coconut, fruit preserves, and various spices. It is also often served with a maraschino cherry. "
Par nahin bhaiya hamari aisi kismat kahan. bataya to tha hum the extra observant, extra cautious and overtly careful. Somehow or the other it got into my head that this was a special paan served only in Kolkata which had to be had in a different way. for the information of the readers, this one had just been specially wrapped in another leaf and tied with a small ribbon. Frankly speaking nothing unusual about it. Nothing except of course to me.
Thence came my moment.
I tried to unwrap the upper leaf, but somehow couldnt locate the actual paan inside. so i was confused. Now please, do remember my slightly conscious state of mind ( which is more of a bad excuse for what happened :-s). So I kept sitting with the paan in hand trying to quickly think of a way to have it without looking silly. and somehow the brain was not working.
And then.......Suddenly it struck me........the right way of eating the paan that is!!!!!! and i had my eureka moment of the day...........so very comfortably i sprang up, lifted the packed paan in my right hand, looked around comfortably and with that crazy winner's look..........popped the pack straight into my mouth........after a full 5 mins of debating that is...And there i stood with that winner's look savouring that surprisingly different tangy taste of the leaf and trying to make out the gulcand and the other things in between.............
That is when i noticed S looking askance at me with a very puzzled expression. He seemed to have been observing me since i put the packet into my mouth.........and then he came upto me and asked..........." Dude, tune bahar ka patta kahan phenka"........and i was like " patta........kaunsa patta?"
And then it struck me................arre bhaiya i had been hallucinating........kolkata or delhi or mumbai ...........a paan is a paan is a paan..........and i had just had one with the outside wrapping leaf............ :( :(......boy did i make the laughing stock of the evening :(.........
My only salvation........
1. I was not the only one. My partner in crime and in fact the one whose act i actually followed ( yeah the eureka moment did not come all by itself)......was his majesty our dear groom himself..........
2. As a concession, we both got to have another delicious paan.......to humne do paan khaaye bajaaye ke ek......nice idea na. :D
3. I have become phamous in kolkata now. Next day i had gone again to meet my friends and aunty, the groom's mother came up to me and started speaking to me in bengali. now i am still a learner......the farthest i have gone is "aami bangla jaani na"........but i knew what aunty said immediately......from the twinkle in her eye...
she said " Beta, have the paan without the wrapper :-s".....
To bhaiyon aur bhaiyon ki beheno.....sun lo meri baat...paan hota hai paan.........chahe woh banarsi ya allahabadi ya kahin ka ........sab ek hai......i know the true blue connousiueers ( pardon the speeling) would disagree..........but for me its all the same......no more thinking re baba.......
adios
Chaos
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Munna tum bade hoke kya banoge
This is a question that every child here has to learn to answer faster than any other question in the world. aur aajkal ke zamane mein to the answer assumes gigantic proportions with the frantic parents already having made plans of which pre-school, which school, high school, engineering college, mba institute to go to before the poor kid has even opened their eyes.
But then there was that time, a not to far away, when such questions brought forth innocent replies. So when asked this question first as a 5 year old kid, i would give a well rehearsed answer, taught in advance by mamaji - " i want to be a fire engine driver"....much to the chagrin of parents. Never mind at that age i had no idea what that even meant. :). and i think this stayed with me for quite some time.
Now of course i am one of the typical types, who took science, did engineering and then got an mba and is trying to make sense of how it all fits into his life history. not that i really regret anything. But for sometime now, i was just wondering what i could say if the almighty himself had come up to me and asked me " Munna tum kya banoge bade hoke" and promised to grant the wish come whatsoever.
So well in the hope that time and tide may still turn and i may yet get to draw up this list for myself or atleast live some moments, heres the list.
1. Army officer / Air Force Pilot - "Ladkiyaan to faujiyon pe marti hain" :-s......so said Sukhi in the movie Rang De Basanti. Guess that reason would hold some fort now, but not back then in the age of innocence ( i am still innocent and a sharafat ki murti sacchi). Back then it was all about being that brave young officer, fighting and killing all enemies with his guns and planes. being an army officers son helped make matters more clear. of course as days progressed, things changed, but given a chance, i would still like to fulfill that ambition.
2. Halwai - oh boy that sure does find itself on top of my list too. Naah not that sophisticated hotel management kiya hua chef. i am talking about a proper dhoti banyan clad, huge paunchy halwai. :). dishing out the most exquisite dishes and eats and sweets known to man. or maybe ill let go of the paunch and keep the rest. this serves two things - one my love for cooking and as well for eating......one problem though........with my appetite that i have........what will i serve the customers........errr.......bad business to be in. :P
3. Neta - he he he. with the number of class monitors, and class reps and school rep positions that i have taken, i think netagiri could come naturally to me. and given the unusually high moral standards of todays leaders :-s, i might just make the cut. one problem though - they say am a little too nice for politics.......but ahem.........what they dont know is......Jai Pakhand hamara naara hai......netagiri hamara hai...... :P......
4. Guitarist / Singer - I know princess, dreamer and others would smirk at this.....but sacchi i can sing.....even beyond the bathroom.......i even tried for the music section in college but was undone by the fact that one day before i irritated the senior during ragging :-s, and calling him Meethi Churi....never did my section at IITR see a more enthusiastic singer in the group meetings ( they had to literally stop me in final year from stealing the show from juniors) .i also had a guitar that sadly but valiantly gave up its life while fighting the mumbai rain.....(refer "Hero ban gaya zero")......but i can sing.......la la la la aha haha aha aha..............so be sure to look out for a Rock On soon....... :D
5. Underworld don aka munna bhai - oh ya this one ambition struck me and my roommate sometime during the hot cruel months in mumbai when we were downright frustrated with jobs and months of CAT prep. bus.....man kiya.....bhaad mein jaaye sab........yeh kaam dhandha sahi hai...........Bhaiiiiiiiii........the big boss........ imagine the power, the luxury etc etc.......naam bhi soch liya tha humnein......we would be the M gang......munna bhai gang......and no i am not referring to any of those Sanjay dutt inspirations. this would be the absolute mean killing machine.....ruthless....shady........with the slogan " Jai Paakhand" from mumbai to everywhere would the roots spread..........alas dil ke armaan aansoon mein beh gaye.......kyun? will tell over a cuppa koffee sometime.
6. Actor - Kutte, Kamine.......main tera khoon pee jaaonga.............haan haan main hi hoon dharmendra ka asli vaaris.......bula lo saare lawyers ko........... :-s......well nautanki mein to have been as expert since school. people call me dramebaaz for the over exaggerated emotional drama i perform at the drop of a hat. so this would seem a likely profession. and given my other ambitions of being the underworld bhai this would make for a double role. din mein hero .....raat mein bhai......kya samajh mein aayee...... ???
7. Writer / Poet - i have had my Nobel Prize acceptance speech ready for ages now. why else would i even have started blogging. i always knew i had that golden talent. :-s. they make golden frames of writings and posts. having written 2000 word emails on the crappiest and most nonsensical topics on earth, i now claim to be a thorough bred writer. ask dreamer, ask ripples, ask princess and they will testify. this is one career i could mint money in..... :D
8. Stand-up comedian - Yeh mera idea nahin hai. but my roommate once said i just need to stand up and people would start laughing......... so there goes......yeh bhi hamari lisht mein aa gaya. sacchi main kaafi humorous aadmi hoon bhai......... :-s......and a narcissist too at that.
9. Fire Engine Driver - coz mamaji said so. kucch to baat hogi unki baat mein :).
10. And last but definitely not the least.......Mr Bekaar - aur kya.....kya jeevan mein kucch banana zaroori hai.........mungerilal banke haseen sapne lene mein kya buraai hai........ bus roz ek naya sapna.....poora din ho apna........ not bad eh :).
To bhai logon yeh poori hui hamari lisht.........dekha aapne the copious amount of talent that goes wasted in this one soul. alas, instead of the above, here i lie, sitting in an office, doing what an engineer turned yembeah is supposed to do.......day dream :D
so munna / muniya, kya banoge bade hoke.......let me see what the following may have to say
1. Dreamer
2. Princess
3.Ripples
4.Surabhi
5. A Journey Called Life
But then there was that time, a not to far away, when such questions brought forth innocent replies. So when asked this question first as a 5 year old kid, i would give a well rehearsed answer, taught in advance by mamaji - " i want to be a fire engine driver"....much to the chagrin of parents. Never mind at that age i had no idea what that even meant. :). and i think this stayed with me for quite some time.
Now of course i am one of the typical types, who took science, did engineering and then got an mba and is trying to make sense of how it all fits into his life history. not that i really regret anything. But for sometime now, i was just wondering what i could say if the almighty himself had come up to me and asked me " Munna tum kya banoge bade hoke" and promised to grant the wish come whatsoever.
So well in the hope that time and tide may still turn and i may yet get to draw up this list for myself or atleast live some moments, heres the list.
1. Army officer / Air Force Pilot - "Ladkiyaan to faujiyon pe marti hain" :-s......so said Sukhi in the movie Rang De Basanti. Guess that reason would hold some fort now, but not back then in the age of innocence ( i am still innocent and a sharafat ki murti sacchi). Back then it was all about being that brave young officer, fighting and killing all enemies with his guns and planes. being an army officers son helped make matters more clear. of course as days progressed, things changed, but given a chance, i would still like to fulfill that ambition.
2. Halwai - oh boy that sure does find itself on top of my list too. Naah not that sophisticated hotel management kiya hua chef. i am talking about a proper dhoti banyan clad, huge paunchy halwai. :). dishing out the most exquisite dishes and eats and sweets known to man. or maybe ill let go of the paunch and keep the rest. this serves two things - one my love for cooking and as well for eating......one problem though........with my appetite that i have........what will i serve the customers........errr.......bad business to be in. :P
3. Neta - he he he. with the number of class monitors, and class reps and school rep positions that i have taken, i think netagiri could come naturally to me. and given the unusually high moral standards of todays leaders :-s, i might just make the cut. one problem though - they say am a little too nice for politics.......but ahem.........what they dont know is......Jai Pakhand hamara naara hai......netagiri hamara hai...... :P......
4. Guitarist / Singer - I know princess, dreamer and others would smirk at this.....but sacchi i can sing.....even beyond the bathroom.......i even tried for the music section in college but was undone by the fact that one day before i irritated the senior during ragging :-s, and calling him Meethi Churi....never did my section at IITR see a more enthusiastic singer in the group meetings ( they had to literally stop me in final year from stealing the show from juniors) .i also had a guitar that sadly but valiantly gave up its life while fighting the mumbai rain.....(refer "Hero ban gaya zero")......but i can sing.......la la la la aha haha aha aha..............so be sure to look out for a Rock On soon....... :D
5. Underworld don aka munna bhai - oh ya this one ambition struck me and my roommate sometime during the hot cruel months in mumbai when we were downright frustrated with jobs and months of CAT prep. bus.....man kiya.....bhaad mein jaaye sab........yeh kaam dhandha sahi hai...........Bhaiiiiiiiii........the big boss........ imagine the power, the luxury etc etc.......naam bhi soch liya tha humnein......we would be the M gang......munna bhai gang......and no i am not referring to any of those Sanjay dutt inspirations. this would be the absolute mean killing machine.....ruthless....shady........with the slogan " Jai Paakhand" from mumbai to everywhere would the roots spread..........alas dil ke armaan aansoon mein beh gaye.......kyun? will tell over a cuppa koffee sometime.
6. Actor - Kutte, Kamine.......main tera khoon pee jaaonga.............haan haan main hi hoon dharmendra ka asli vaaris.......bula lo saare lawyers ko........... :-s......well nautanki mein to have been as expert since school. people call me dramebaaz for the over exaggerated emotional drama i perform at the drop of a hat. so this would seem a likely profession. and given my other ambitions of being the underworld bhai this would make for a double role. din mein hero .....raat mein bhai......kya samajh mein aayee...... ???
7. Writer / Poet - i have had my Nobel Prize acceptance speech ready for ages now. why else would i even have started blogging. i always knew i had that golden talent. :-s. they make golden frames of writings and posts. having written 2000 word emails on the crappiest and most nonsensical topics on earth, i now claim to be a thorough bred writer. ask dreamer, ask ripples, ask princess and they will testify. this is one career i could mint money in..... :D
8. Stand-up comedian - Yeh mera idea nahin hai. but my roommate once said i just need to stand up and people would start laughing......... so there goes......yeh bhi hamari lisht mein aa gaya. sacchi main kaafi humorous aadmi hoon bhai......... :-s......and a narcissist too at that.
9. Fire Engine Driver - coz mamaji said so. kucch to baat hogi unki baat mein :).
10. And last but definitely not the least.......Mr Bekaar - aur kya.....kya jeevan mein kucch banana zaroori hai.........mungerilal banke haseen sapne lene mein kya buraai hai........ bus roz ek naya sapna.....poora din ho apna........ not bad eh :).
To bhai logon yeh poori hui hamari lisht.........dekha aapne the copious amount of talent that goes wasted in this one soul. alas, instead of the above, here i lie, sitting in an office, doing what an engineer turned yembeah is supposed to do.......day dream :D
so munna / muniya, kya banoge bade hoke.......let me see what the following may have to say
1. Dreamer
2. Princess
3.Ripples
4.Surabhi
5. A Journey Called Life
adios
Chaos
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Rise of the Phoenix
It does sound melodramatic doesnt it. But i cant help it. After ages and months of thinking and procrastinating, i finally am back to writing something. In all these months, a lot has happened. From completing what i atleast currently call the last leg of acadmia at ISB, to landing with a job after a few tense months, to my sister's wedding, to landing in kolkata to start afresh in the professional arena, to attending one of my closest freind's wedding, to seeing a strong stable government come to power after decades. Quite a bit i guess, and i am only trying to wrap it up in one line.
Now lets see. I did have a few ideas and thoughts which i wanted write about time and again, and i kept procrastinating. But the ideas remain, so over the next few posts i would try to put them down.
I seem to have developed this what many would call irritating habit of living in the past :). so i begin to reflect only on the moments gone past and not while i am living them. Alas, this will carry on i guess into the blog, so you may just find quite a few recollections of memories et al here.
But first, before the rise of the phoenix becomes the flight of the phoenix let me welcome my own self back here. Heres to a better tryst with the blog this time.
adios
Chaos
Now lets see. I did have a few ideas and thoughts which i wanted write about time and again, and i kept procrastinating. But the ideas remain, so over the next few posts i would try to put them down.
I seem to have developed this what many would call irritating habit of living in the past :). so i begin to reflect only on the moments gone past and not while i am living them. Alas, this will carry on i guess into the blog, so you may just find quite a few recollections of memories et al here.
But first, before the rise of the phoenix becomes the flight of the phoenix let me welcome my own self back here. Heres to a better tryst with the blog this time.
adios
Chaos
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