Friend.....

'They said,"Love knows no bounds"

But in just any relationship around

I sense..

A said word,a laid out rule

A cut path through which emotions flow

There is a decorum to be followed,

And a sense of duty it has to bestow.

Among the array of ties in the world,

Is there a bond..

Which draws sentiments close up

With sensibilities left free to work

A space provided for freedom

Yet a barrier so impregnable,

That nothing could intervene..

A tie like waves..so smooth,so flexible

Yet firm and steady and invincible.

There is one..THE ONE

Call it frenship;it is the liason

That follows no rule,knows no reason

And is free from all treason

Treason in the form of conflicting sensibilities

It leaves u and me to charter our course

May seem limp but is indeed the driving force.

In frenship,no show of luv is wanted

Coz true frenship takes itself for granted

Each one so unique in character,

Like fingerprints;Each has something diffrent to offer.

Always on the move,evolving on the way,

May seem to be in a rush,but always meaning to stay,

The support may seem to come from the need to frequently meet,

Believe me,I tell u..the bond is magnetic

Far in isolation but always connected..

There can be no end to its attributes

Or what all it has to impart

Or the ways it can change your life

Feelings reaching out even on being miles apart

So don't worry if your fren's not near

It'll be an INSULT to shed even a single tear

U don't need to miss ur fren, I assure u,

Coz ur fren's impact affects ur life THROUGH AND THROUGH!!

This is to a friend who was once very close to my heart .............

delhi-a review ( ITS A BOOK.........)

A masterpiece from someone who can put himself in the shoes of the emperor and the commoner and still be able to describe the scene with equal punch. Telling the life of a city across the centuries from the eyes of its citizens that inhabited it while running a parallel contemporary commentary is an effective style which keeps u firmly in present and yet gives a very graphic picture of life in those turbulent times. Not a history lesson but a lesson for those who have read the history. The portrayal of the love/hate relationship between the author and bhagmati/delhi is an audacious but a genius masterstroke which is the stamp that proves the ’delhite’ credentials of the author . History is best appreciated when you live through it , and this is what exactly the book does. It lives through its characters and instead of focusing on the ’beaten path’ it concentrates on those aspects which has given the city its identity. From the sufi cult to the foreign invasions to the assassination of Gandhi to the anti-Sikh riots the narrative hops from one character to another without being abrupt. The space-time continuum it forms gives you a sense of connectivity to the past and suddenly we realize that it not that long that we were there ! ! I can recall the feelings that surges through the blood when you enter the city after appreciating the book .. You end up with a feeling of ’u belong here’ .. a city worth living for , a city worth fighting for .. sher-e-noor .. Delhi ...................Awesome read ..one which can't be taken as just another book.......
There’s not one, but an unbelievable ten plots in this epic. Basically, it’s a collection of 10 tales which start off at 1265 A.D. and come way down to 1985 A.D. covering all the major incidents that gave Delhi its present shape, its present identity. The protagonist/narrator of this book is an old reprobate who loves Delhi as much as he does the hermaphrodite (hijda) prostitute Bhagmati! The story jets off with this middle-aged man landing into Delhi after a hiatus and accommodating himself in the city. After some days of wandering, he basically takes up a job of a royal tourist guide, as he is quite well-acquainted to the city. His first account when he takes an American girl on a round trip of the city suggest that he is anything but a gentleman. Flirting and eve-teasing are his forte and he enjoys the company of women. Enter Bhagmati—a dark, scruffy hijda from Lal Kuan in whom our protagonist finds a hugely satisfying bed-partner. What follows is an endless description of their libidinous adventures in bed, which is better left in the book. The narrator, thereafter, takes Bhagmati to Jahaz Mahal, where an inscribed stone catches his eye, and thus starts the real history of Delhi.The reader is taken way back to 1265 A.D. when Delhi was ruled by Sultan Ghiasuddin Balban. The narrator here is a clerk called Musaddi Lal who takes us on his life journey (right from his child-marriage to his old years), and in the process he very masterfully sews in the influence of Hazrat Nizamuddin, the wrath of Ameer Khusraoo and the passing over of the kingdom from Balban to Khiljis. In other words, this chapter marks the building of Mughal Empire in Delhi. The next one tells us describes the advent of Taimur in Delhi, and the consolidation of Mughals. The following one stretches from the death of Jahangir to the reign of Shah Jahan to Aurangzeb’s rule from the eyes of an untouchable Sikh. What follows next is Aurangzeb’s heart-wrenching life history, taken from the author’s autobiography, followed immediately by Nadir Shah’s invasion and one year rule over Delhi. Up next is a detailed, erotic life-history of an Agra-based poet (shaayar) in whose life-time Delhi gets into the hands of Abdali, then the Marathas, then the Jats and the Sikhs, and finally to the hands of Ghulam Qadir. The city, irrespective of the ruler, only comes one step closer of being a desert—such is the havoc created by each of them. Then comes the chapter titled "1857", which marks the beginning of British’s government’s impact on Delhi and deterioration of the last emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar to a prisoner, with whom, the Mughal Empire sees its last, painful days. Slowly moving into the 1900s comes the third last chapter, which tells how Delhi was being rebuilt under the British Raj. The chapter’s narrator is a builder (who played chief importance in standing buildings up) who later on turns to a dignitary. After many Viceroys, comes the second last chapter describing India’s period of Independence, Partition and Gandhiji’s Shootout. The narrator here is a refugee from Pakistan who joins a fundamentalist group in Delhi, and observes every action by the Father of The Nation and other dignitaries closely. Cut to the present narrator, the same old Sikh who had found that inscribed stone, and comes the last episode that shook Delhi—1984 riots, after Indira Gandhi was shot dead. Stretched in over 400 pages, this is what forms the outer shell of this epic called "Delhi".

Way of life......

Yesterday read the following beautiful poem:

“To every man there openeth
A way, and ways, and a way.
And the high soul climbs the high way,
And the low soul gropes the low:
And in between, on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth
A high way and a low,
And every man decideth The
way his soul shall go.”
—JOHN OXENHAM.

Isnt is so true ? Every day is a day of decision. We are constantly at crossroads, in our
business dealings, our social relations, in our homes; there is always the necessity of a choice. In this ever-changing material age, with seemingly complex forces all about us, we sometimes cry out that we are driven by force of circumstances. Yet the fact remains that we do those things, which we choose to do. Depending on our personality (and sometimes circumstances) we choose our path for some of us choose the path that offers the least resistance and others go for the one that looks most promising irrespective of the hurdles they will be facing.

oysters

AN OYSTER

There once was an oyster

Whose story i tell ,

who found that some sand

had gone into his shell

It was only a grain,

but it gav him great pain

For oysters hav feelings

altho they r so plain.

Now, did he berate

The harsh workings of fate

That had brought him

To such a deplorable state?

Did he curse at the govt.

cry for election

and claim that the sea

shud hav given him protection?

No - he said to himself

as he lay on a shell

since i can't remove it,

i shall try to improve it

Now the years hav rolled around,

as the years always do,

and he came to his ultimate

Destiny -Stew

And the small grain of sand

That had bothered him so

was a beautiful pearl

All richly aglow,

now the tale has a moral;

for isn't it grand

What an oyster can do

with a morsel of sand?

what couldn't we do

if we'd only begin

with some of the things

that get under our skin.................

Hope u like it ....

Ambition.....

Dear Friends

Hope you like this one! This is not my own but sourced from outside..

It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.
I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US. I had not thought of taking up a job in India.
One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job- requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.
At the bottom was a small line: "Lady candidates need not apply." I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.
Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers.
Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful.
After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.
I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then). I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.
"The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender."
I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs.30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.
It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.
To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.
There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.
"This is the girl who wrote to JRD," I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.
Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, "I hope this is only a technical interview."
They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.
Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, "Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories."
I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, "But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories."
Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.
It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr. Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in That was the first time I saw "appro JRD". Appro means "our" in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him
I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, "Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.
She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor." JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).
Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. "It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?"
"When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir," I replied. "Now I am Sudha Murthy." He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.
After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.
One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realise JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.
"Young lady, why are you here?" he asked. "Office time is over." I said, "Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up." JRD said, "It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.
I'll wait with you till your husband comes."
I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.
I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee."
Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, "Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again." In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.
Gently, he said, "So what are you doing, Mrs. Kulkarni?" (That was the way he always addressed me.) "Sir, I am leaving Telco."
"Where are you going?" he asked. "Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune."
"Oh! And what will you do when you are successful."
"Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful." "Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."
Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco.
Later, he wrote to me, "It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."
I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.
Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD.
If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.
My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.


*(Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayan Murthy is her husband.) *

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004…..

Was reading the book ….. and just loved this part, so thought might as well share it with u guys…Would love to hear , what u feel abt this..!!!!!

Love has no reason........

Lady: Why do you like me..? Why do you love me?

Man : I can't tell the reason. But I really like you...

Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?

Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you.

Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!

Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful,

because your voice is sweet,

because you are caring,

because you are loving,

because you are thoughtful,

because of your smile,

because of your every movements.

The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer.

********

Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and went into the coma stage.

The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:

Darling,

Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your care and concern that I like you...Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.

Because of your smile, because of your every movement that I love you...Now can you smile? Now can you move?

No, therefore, I cannot love you.

If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.

Does love need a reason? NO!

Therefore, I still love you...And love doesn't need a reason

With love always,

Forever yours.

*******

Relationships are hard to handle......might even seem impossible at times. There will be many fights and many quarrels, many disagreements and many tears..... The easiest thing would be to give up. But if we spent half the energy we use in fighting with each other, and spend that energy in fighting to keep the relationship strong, then that is love…… Remember, in a relationship, giving up is not the solution Disagreements, fights and quarrels will always be there. But you must always fight harder to stay together. Some fights are truly worth fighting ...........

And yes , plz never ever ask someone the reason he /she likes you........

All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king..

----J.R R Tolkein( Lord of the rings)

Awesome lines, deeply moving whenever i read them....

Hope it reminds you how deceptive looks can be in this world.........

Wish....

searching for answers
that evaded me for so long,
i got lost in a maze of treachery
hidden under a mask of innocence;

it’s been so long
words kept me awake
all night long, making
me restless and confused;

drowning in the wishes
of a long lost past,
i let my life down,
i let myself down;

in the midst of the night
under the velvet skies
i surrendered to life
i whisper for forgiveness;

so with a smile on my lips
and a wish on my heart
i give faith(hope) one more reason
i give life another chance
to make my wish come true;

My Sleep

It’s been a quiet night so far
uneventful, plenty of silence
broken only by the occasional
sounds of the water dripping from the tap;

a long time indeed since i stayed awake
till the early morning, 4am to be precise,
sleep is the last thing that is on my mind
try as much as possible, my eyes refused to close;

my mind, like a clock, keeps thinking
a lot of things from the silliest to the
bizarre, from the good moments to the
bad moments and even scripting
“what if” and “if only” scenarios in my life;

as the cold morning breeze played havoc
with my senses, gently trying to disrupt
my thought process and put my mind to rest,
i tried to stay alive and keep it going;

with the dawn slowly approaching and my destination
still a long distance away, i needed to keep my senses sharp
and not overwhelm it with the “to be forgotten past”,
as the future is still waiting to be born,
the protest of the mind is quelled down,
only to be continued later…

Farewell CIT : A last tribute

Due to popular demand am writing this on the blog :

Vo tha ek nirala din

jab aaye kuch log yahan,

kismat ne unhe milaya tha,

Bada haseen bahana tha....

kaise kata vo din,kaise beeti voh raat,

par ek doosre ke liye vo ban gaye saugat

CIT mein ye naya naya dostana tha

bada haseen bahana tha...

khane mein roz aaloo mile,

magar kare bhi to kya kare

ek hafta kahan gaya,

humko toh pata na chala,

kaisa yeh ajeeb bahana tha...

Na sudhare hum..ghissupanti se rahe koson door

Gam ko hawa mein uda kar..hamne maze kiye bharpoor

jo shuru hua tha silsila usse toh badana tha

bada haseen bahana tha..

Aaj.....

hume is kaafile ko chod ke jaana hai

tumhe hum panchiyon ko udana hai

itni kadi kasauti par apni dosti ko aazmana hai

kaisa yeh haseen bahana hai...

yaad aayenge woh jatin ki philosophy ya adi ka guitar

woh amit ke nit bhopal ke kisse ya nitish ki gaadi mein movie dekhne ke bahane

woh gaurav ka seedhapan ya vamsi ke dialogue

woh puneet ki policy ya AT ka roz badalta pyaar

woh amit ka kuch na kehna ya aashish ka phone pe hi lage rahna

woh dhanashekhar ki dabi haasi ya bhavani ki interrogation

woh amit ke roz badalte number ya sangam vihar se sim activation ke pange

woh anshu ka samjhana ya pooja ka daantna

woh vasudha ki haasi ya divya ke expression

woh sumit ka 1st step se rings daalna ya kanpur waale aashish ki raat mein baate sunna

woh shuchita ki word power ya somnath ki awaaz

woh mulayam bhaiya ki mahabharat ya puneet bhaiya ki bindaas movies

woh sarin ka kabhi kabhi aana ya richa mam ka roz hi aa jaana

woh manish se news poochna ya kapil se projector mangwana

woh shiva aur joydeep se gaane sunna ya mohan rao se zabar dasti baat karna

woh patro sir ka lecture ya cad/cam class ka ghamasaan

woh areeb khan ke walking/talking burger case study ya PMG sir ki 80 slide ki presentation..

woh raat mein cricket khelna ya chupan chupaayi mein gaurav ke khatarnaak ideas dena...

woh hpl ke kisse ya raat raat bhar apne hi baare mein sochne ki dikaate

yaad to saare ayenge yeh cheeze...par

gum kitna he jala le,khushiyan hum barsayenge

dosti hai,mazaak nahi jo hawa mein uda ke bhool jayenge

shayad apni dosti ko misaal banana hai

bada haseen bahana hai..

yaad karne ki zaroorat na padegi..

aap toh sada dil mein hi rahenge

aakhir..dooriyon mein nazdeekiyon ko bhi toh aazmana hai

bada haseen bahana hai..

umeed karte hain,ek chota sa hissa yahan ka hum bhi rahenge

CIT ke kisson mein kabhi hamare bhi aks milenge

shayad aisa naa bhi ho..magar dil ko toh hume samjahan hai

bada haseen bahana hai

khayal rakhna..khushiyon ka manzar naa thame

har rahne vale ka dil CIT mein rame

apna kya hai..aaj yahan kal vahan chale

kuch nahi diya,yaadon ke khazane bhar le chale

HASEEN LOGON KI SUNHERI YAADON KA NAZRANA LE KAR JAANA HAI

bada haseen bahana hai.....

AAJ

Har gam se beparvah ho kar

jhoomo naacho gayo deewane ban kar

jaane se pehle har ek pehloo ko jo aazmana hai

bada haseen bahana hai....

Came here as strangers only to part as frenz ever...hope life brings success galore at everyone's doorstep!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS

Well I have a friend, let's call him Mr. "A", now this person after coming to Delhi, has seen so much of Delhi’s underbelly, which i living here for the past 20 yrs, have not even imagined...

So lets start from the start his hilarious yet sad yet true story…. “A” came to Delhi on 26^th July and promptly lost his new cell phone at Rajiv Chowk Metro Station while listening Radio on it…I simply can’t fathom how can someone lose his cell phone while he is listening songs on it ….In his words “yaar hil bhi nahi paa raha tha train mein, mobile kaise dekhta”…this was before I knew him and as he had been to Delhi for like 4 days ..such a thing is natural….But the point to be noted here is that he lost his cell at the beginning of August….

Anyway Life moved on…. Our beloved “A” bought a new cell and after much deliberation (frantic phone calls,orkut messages and emails) had all his friends( oh I must say they r toooo many ) message him dere numbers….So now everything was stable and calm in A’s life…. But fate had other intentions….

One thing u shd know about Mr A before we proceed , is that he is a basketball freak…. Can play the game for hours at stretch .Now our story fast forwards to an evening at Jamia Hamdard (center of our training), our Mr “A” was playing basketball in full flow with some jamia folk And as usual we all being mere spectators ( I frankly admit , am terrible at this game).Mr”A” had this habit of putting his cell phone behind the base of the basket stand when the game starts, as he used to get fully engrossed in it. Now this unfortunate day what happened was that he forgot to pick it up on the way out from the court and as usual we being in talks, also forgot to remind him.

But he remembered his missing cell phone about 5 minutes after he exited the court….So we all went back to get the cell phone back , joking all the way back and teasing him about what wud happen if his cell phone was stolen again…although we knew in our hearts that in this darkness(oh I forgot to mention that when we exited the court it was past 7 and was full pitch darkness) the cell wud not be visible to anyone and moreover it has been 5 minutes only..But alas we met with a “ Case of vanishing Cell”. ( I won’t say “missing” ,becoz it sort of vanished…….and yes Ms”R” if u r reading this , your case is also similar but your story is for some other time) Yes , my friends Mr “A” had now lost 2 new cells in 2 months of coming to Delhi…… The story doesn’t end here but before moving on point to be noted is that “A” had again lost his new cell in the first week of September……………..

Next in line comes the incident of the ATM card sucking machine…..Now “A” with the sole intention of shopping something(don’t remember what but that’s not important) went to Canara Bank ATM to get some cash.Such are the stars of our “A” that even the machine, after giving him the money he desired ,refused to give him his card back…..No matter what he did the machine was not rattled nor was it intimated by his threats…..Eventually after talking to some people there and some bank officials, who assured him that his card will be safely delivered to a nearest bank branch by the next official who opens the machine ,he returned to Hamdard ,sullen faced.

Now he did follow up the case with the bank for many days only to be reassured that he will get the card anyday now….even when he wanted to block the atm card he was advised against it …..So he waited till 2day.

Now 2day was special because it was the first day we went to office after training….But when he checked his account in office, he was dismayed to know that about 15,000 rs were missing from his account in 3 transactions on the same day (4^th oct.)…..So 2day our beloved Mr”A” blocked his card , filed an FIR and is now thinking of going to consumer court……Again point to be noted is that this incident happened in the first week of October…..

This habit of our friend to lose almost half his salary to absurd things in the first week of the month has now become legendary. In fact we have now proposed that he be given only half his salary…anyway he will be losing his other half…hehe

To people reading this come on lets pray for this disturbed soul Mr”A” …Let him have some good fortune so that I don’t have to make an entry to this blog again…..lets hope he finds his money back too…..Amen

PSU Culture

Some days like 2day teach humbleness , dese days show what exactly u r in this complex machinery called "Industry" ......the answer is a glaring NOTHING...whatever u do can have no effect on this machine whose soul job is to crush aspirations.When u do gud for someone , he /she has no reservations in betraying u ...and still saying in your face that although u r gud but the conditions of practicality dictated the action.These are one kind of people.and still some people like a recent friend , are so engrossed in getting dere definition of love that they themselves don't know what are they leaving or foresaking to run after something fictitious.but some people (alas only few) are like "my friend" , always judging situations before saying anything , always appreciating good things, negating the bad things.....but not all can be like him....

Anyway my first day at office was a lesson in basic fact of working at PSU-" There is always a bigger fish in the pool and if u don't know how to catch the big one then pack your bag and leave becoz even the small ones won't take your bait if big one doesn't come near"In plain terms if u have contacts then even if u r a disturbed,dumb, emotional equivalent of a child , u can get whatever u want........or even if u play your cards right, then both parties will know nothing about your real intentions till its very late and u will again get what u want....maybe i should also learn to play cards...Will remember this in future ....

Having painted a very grim picture let me jot down some good things...In psu's, u know everybody and every body knows u ..(maybe becoz we have so much time to spend together) , and the best thing is that if u r willing to work ,u will be given so much work that u will wish u were never born..........and yes one more thing ,barring an unfortunate incident related to my friend ( wait coming in next post) ,u will at the end of each month, get a handsome addition to your account(If u have it updated after 12 rounds of 1st to 7th floor) hehe ..

Hopefully 2row brings some new learnings ,after all I am a nobody in this "comedy of errors"............

Lost

I always wanted more from you
than you were willing to give;
So now we've gone our separate ways
each with different lives to live.

The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can't turn back.

I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.

Sometimes on those busy days
when you've a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.

In that quiet moment
when you're surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.

I once had a friend ,that no matter how hard i tried we always ended up in disagreements........... this is dedicated to that friend although the friend doesn't know abt this......Although i tried but still in the end the friendship broke ..never again to be mended..........

Tribute to the nice guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

my first blog

well time has come for me to start my own blog....gone are those lovely days in which i used to comment on other people blogs.....and i must say am getting a bit nervous starting this....

Anyway I am "sanchit" but u can call me by any name u like becoz i don't mind ...

am working right now ...... well the reason for me starting this blog is to express my self fully..

lets hope the next entries get a bit interesting becoz am almost asleep myself from writing..........