thoughts and me..

Bakwaas

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 18:54:00 +0000

Enthused with the success of air hostess profession in India, government of India has drawn up plans to recruit female hostesses for Indian railways. The government plans to establish colleges offering professional courses on railway catering and technology across major parts of the country.

Commenting on the development, a 12^th class girl (humming chaiya chaiyya) said she would love to serve Indian railways as a hostess after graduating from one such institutes in the country. She added that it will be fun to roam around the entire country and meet different type of people, specially the middle class crowd. On the other hand, a passenger in Tapori express (Raju bhai) was highly impressed with the government’s decision and concurred after spitting gutkha from the window, “This will encourage people like me to travel more by train with my friends”.

However, the government plans to recruit rail hostesses in a few trains initially and will charge an additional 100 rupees on the tickets. The initiative will also offer girls who could not make it to the airlines industry an excellent career proposition. Additionally, the government is also formulating a law on eve teasing on train where in people like Raju with bad intentions will be immediately thrown out of the running train. The government is still working on the dress code of the rail hostesses and plans to come out with the same in the coming month.

Words

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 20 Jan 2012 17:54:00 +0000

Words make u laugh, words make u cry...this game of life works on words.

Tell me something about yourself

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 15:28:00 +0000

The other day while I was registering in a website, the page asked me to describe myself in about 200 words. This made me confused (much more than the time when I passed out of my college) and I ended up closing the site. And then while going to sleep; I thought in mind what kind of person I am. I am pretty confident that no one except my family and the next door small kid who always flee (and I gallop when I see him with his father) after seeing me would be interested in that, assuming that these people are still interested in knowing me.

Staying away from family, mostly alone, one learns to do things on his own. This also gives you an opportunity to skip things and embrace procrastination without any scolding. The fused light in my toilet which I have not replaced since a year and the kitchen tap which churn out ten drops of water in every second will be no paramount importance to me unless i have to throw water on my neighbors while attending nature’s call. Abe light jalake kya dekhna hai. But honestly I have learnt to listen and talk to myself. I don’t feel like doing things which makes me cool or happening. I have seen people who literally behave like kids and try to impress other people with talks like visit to happening places and parties, listening to rock music when around people (aur ghar par “jalebi bai”) and all shit. Thank god, I am miles away from such things. I am uncool, stuck-in-old-times, and strange to a lot of people, but I am happy and have learnt to be myself which is really important. Ab kya kahani likhoon apne bare mein..

One more..

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 11:10:00 +0000

Itna sannata kyun hai bhaai

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 15:24:00 +0000

The other day I woke up suddenly from a dreadful dream and realized that I was alive and safe in my apartment. “Mein kahan hoon”, was my first reaction. While, I was getting ready for the corporate rat race, I thought my situation was similar to an old Hindi movie, probably of 80’s where the hero breaks silence with this dialogue after opening his eye in the hospital.

With this I started recalling the classic old famous Hindi movie dialogues which i am presenting here individually with their significance.

“Mein tumhare bacche ki maa banne wali hoon”: This dialogue used to present a dead look on the hero’s face. He must be thinking oh my god this lady eclipsed my smartness. Lust always shadows it dude.

"Mai kahti hoon, Door ho jao meri nazron sey": Hero got trapped in the web of heroine’s sexy friend and was caught making out open doors. Kind of deserves it. Abe darwaja to band kar diya hota dumb.

"Is ghar ke darwaaze, tumhare liye hamesha ke liye band hein": Once I was caught stealing money from my father’s wallet, I was bombarded with this dialogue and shown doors. I went to a garden and eagerly waited for my dad to come and take me home. It didn’t happen and I had to bear a tight slap before getting inside.

“Thairo! Yeh shaadi nahin ho sakti”: Villain’s lust prevails and he manages to convince heroine’s dad to tie the knot. But our hero is restless and behind bars. He does everything emotionally to negotiate the jailer for a few hours. Kash ye real mein hota sare tihar wale shadi shuda hote.

"Agar Maa ka doodh piya hai to saamne aa.": This is my favourite one and I still use it on the spur of my anger. Thanks to bollywood J.

“Tumhari ma aur behan mere kabze mein hai”: This situation happens in late second half of a movie when the villain calls up the hero from his landline number. It sends a signal that the movie will be over soon. Bhaiyo apne girlfriend se hath nikal lo lights kabhi bhi on ho sakte hai.

"Bhabhi, tumhare haath ki chai peene ko man kar raha hai ": the hero has no aim in life, no time to make spreadsheets or work on a word document, or attend a lecture of satellite communication or sell products. What all he needs is to pass time flirting with women and wandering the entire city and visiting relatives. Kitna lucky hai. Govinda always reminds me in this situation.

"Inspector! Giraftaar karlo issey": There is a serious war going around in the scene and the villains have already tied the heroine to a pillar or something. You could see hero trying hard to save his love. However, villains leave no coin unturned to beat the guy up. At the end when he gets flat on the ground with tomato sauce flowing down from his forehead and nose and with no hope of saving his girlfriends virginity, the police pops up with this dialogue. We always used to curse the Indian police for coming on time. Paisa to vasool ho jata yaar. Kita ganda hoon na mein.

These dialogues have occupied a special place in our minds and we hear them with little modifications in today’s movies coupled with slangs. Ekk baar, bas ekk bar mere aankho main aankhen daal kay keh do ki tum inhe pasand nahi kartey :) bahut ho gyi dialoguebazi, thoda rest kiya jaye ab :)

pump up the bhangra

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 18:06:00 +0000

I always get surprised with people who underestimate others. I don’t know why, but this puny corporate experience of mine made me experience different types of people and their attitudes. I admit that I am not a master or something and I have many flaws. Failure is really important in life. You would not be able to gulp success anywhere if you do not swill failiure in your life. And I think I am failing everyday, every nano second. But it doesn’t make me a complete loser. Does it?

It just means that your best isn't good enough, not you will always be like that. Nothing is permanent, so cheers, drink beers!!!

PS: The title has nothing to do with the post.

Title soch raha hoon

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 19:15:00 +0000

It’s been months that I have written a new post for my blog. Its not that I was suffering from writers block or something but yes I am definitely busy with other things in life. My mother calls me everyday and with each phone call she moots about my marriage. Haan, its time for me to get settled in life, she says.

It has been months that indigo and Air India people have been tolerating me on most of the Saturday mornings. To be very candid, I have traveled to my home city more than I have visited the nearest mall in my area. No, don’t get any idea that I have joined any airlines. It was all related to marriage and stuff. Its like the blind game on cards, you don’t know which card would pop up at the time of the show. Same happens with arranged marriages. You don’t know anything about the girl you would see.

Last week when I was traveling back to Delhi from Nagpur, there was a lady sitting next to me. The time of departure was around 6 am and I had to reach airport an hour before it. So I decided not to sleep the entire night, and I did that. The plane took off and the lady took out a magazine or journal, I don’t know. But it proclaimed sleep disorders among adults on the cover page. Soon after the “you-can-touch-your-seatbelt” sign, I decided to loose it and start dozing off. On the other seat besides me, there was a man in mid forties. He immediately opened his laptop and started playing with numbers in a balance statement, must be an accounts guy.

During my one and a half hours of journey, both of them turned my neck to the position of my seat as I was in a deep sleep and I must have been using their shoulders to rest my head. The lady doctor might have got a live example of disorders and a new case study for her research. But she didn’t thank me. She could probably perform her research on sleeping in air with the title "head and shoulders". See how I am helping people.

Oops, its time for me to go to bed now. I promise to come soon. Till then, bye…

Joke of the day: Married people think bachelors are lucky because they think during day time and bachelors think married guys are lucky because they think at night. :)

mistakes

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 19:48:00 +0000

One percent mistakes, acceptable, human beings!!!

Sketch

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 06:17:00 +0000

I am back after a long hiatus..Posting one more sketch..Hope you guys would like it.

Brand Decay

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 20:26:00 +0000

Brand building and positioning is arduous and requires gaining consumer trust. But when the brand flourishes with leaps and bounds, gains prominence in the market, it would be a herculean task for any entity to recover the image if it endures failure at some point of time. The trust which has been reposed by people in the brand would take ages to recover. The year 2010 seems like a nightmare for brand icons with Toyota topping the list. The Japanese automaker wrecked havoc over its sticking accelerator pedals while braking systems and steering complaints made it a complete brand failure nominee for the year 2010. God help them please:)

The second brand icon hitting the chart is Tiger Woods who proved it wrong that golf is no more the game of a gentleman now. Although, the activities he was involved with were outside the golf ground, his bedroom temptations got caught in headline-grabbing scandals. His recent perverted sexual practice, a sex tape with his mistress eligible’s him for the porn star awards. However, Swami Bhimanand Dwivedi aka Baba Icchadhari and Shiney Ahuja from India may compete him for the tag. Baba re baba.

The third brand icon hitting a crescendo is the lady from UP, who greeted the currency note garland worth 5 Crores. Moreover, the bee attack investigation case lodged by the BSP supremo qualifies her for the third brand failure nominee.

Iconic brands that fail to match expectations would face the question of brand survival and will be treated with skepticism in the future. Brands are erected by people’s choice and they always have the right to derail these brands failing to conform to their promises, and people do it mercilessly. Hence promises must be made with good care and diligently maintained; otherwise I will have to add one more post here over these brand debacles.

Asian Umbrella

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 10:58:00 +0000

We always need a shoulder to lean on when we go through a bad phase in life. But when the situation is equally disconsolate, we tend to rely on the strongest pillar of the house. It exactly came true when the recessionary wave from the

and Europe impeded our growth and seen them counting on us for their survival, and even we needed support. However, the prognosis of Asian economy was much better than other developed countries in times when the whole world was under the tantrums of global financial slowdown.

By September 2009, it was clear that India and China would be the first countries to emerge out of the financial slump, considering a strong domestic banking system, government initiatives to boost foreign direct investment with a low-cost advantage, which was once underestimated. This kind of growth, at times when the prospects for the North American and European economies remain ambiguous, offers immense opportunities for the Asian marketplace.

When the recession was at the peak, smart corporations found their way out from the traditional investment destinations such as US and Europe to Asia. As a result, the shift of global economic activity to Asia is accelerating. This supports the survey carried out by KPMG which predicts India to be the world leader in manufacturing investment in the next five years. Now, I don’t want to play with data and statistics to come up with my own conclusion but it’s like an ace in the hole situation for India.

However, this calls for an urgent need to get prepared for the development in terms of infrastructure. Research, Energy, transportation, water, education and other essential things require a solid attention. We should be in a position to adapt to leading-edge technologies in order to monetize this opportunity. Although, India has a potential to play a significant role in the flow of capital, the success totally depends on an excellent economic and fiscal climate, supportive government policies and a passion to win. Let’s get ready to go that extra mile…

cheers!

Engineered

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:36:00 +0000

Porxyology: The best subject I have ever learned from my seniors, no matter how long they kept me full Monty and how many blood clots and fractures i have acknowledged during ragging. I believe this kind of ragging is no more active. But i still love them. Believe me, anti ragging committee is the biggest ragging group in the college.

Topology: The best method to copy an engineering drawing sheet, no drafters, no roller scales, no calculators and no brain usage. Just a bucket, a lamp and a plane mirror. Who the hell derived E=MC2, let me topo it.

Vital Stats: Arrange last ten years question papers before examination. Apply all the permutations and combinations to arrive at your own strategic examination paper, else go ahead and read the entire syllabus, check out how many cigarettes you are left with in case of a night out. Alarm clock comes into picture then.

Zero or Hundred (No random variables): I still believe in this funda…Either I want to be at the pinnacle of something or at the bottom watching the next door sexy girl with voluptuous figure…Let me teach her the figure zero mantra.

Combo Tech: Have you ever seen hardcore drunkards swilling alcohol like anything or a big time doper, tell me?? Now tell me have you ever seen an extremely studious guy, a branch topper, you must be saying, yes, of course man what’s new in that. But you will never expect a fusion of these two qualities in a single person; yes they do exist. I still wonder how they managed it.

Disco: The disciplinary committee is always a pain in the ass when you want to do something meaningful and creative. Five to six old asses teaching you how to behave in this shrewd world…but they do have a frustration of not enjoyed life during their college days… poor guys...

Disclaimer: Any views or opinions presented in this post are solely those of the college trends and do not necessarily represent those of the author. The post contains a random load of nonsense and is not intended to apply in your personal life…:) Copyright by Thoughts and Me…The last person who copied my stuff now walks with a limp and speaks with a lisp… Kidding..:)

Analog Nostalgia

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 19:10:00 +0000

As a child i used to watch old Hindi movies where the hero would be the driver’s son, whose life is eclipsed with the clouds of poverty, but still he would wear good clothes , don’t know how. At some point of time, may be in the first half of the movie he comes across his father’s employer’s sexy daughter while helping his dad at work. Then what, he gets his mission in life. He does all sort of nautanki to amuse, flirt and attract the heroine. The heroine would have one more Aashik who will then prevent her from the hero’s intension and serve the screen as the villain.

Before the interval, things will be pretty smooth; love birds will chase each other on hills, parks and boats. But in the second half some tragedy or the other reared its ugly ass as the heroine would come to know about the hero’s economic status, she would then apply all the 4P’s of marketing to convince her dad to accept the hero. Slow version of a happy song will be played in the background. And the best part is that when they make love, the camera will be focused on the sunrise, now it’s our imagination or you may call it sleaziness to understand how they ended their intensive lust. But now the times have changed, so the Indian film industry….But I still get nostalgic when I watch an old movie on the television. Movies like Akhiyo ke zharokhe se, Aashiqui, Kabhi Haan Kabhi Na and Khalnayak (I am a die hard fan of Sanju Baba) are still remembered today no matter how many item songs rakhi sawat does to grab public attention.

With this i remember a song from Raju Ban Gaya Gentleman. It starts with lines “Tu mere sath sath Aasman ke age chal”.“Husn se bhi haseen hai kwab meri jindagi ke, Is khusi se pare hai mod aur bhi khushi ke. Mein dekhta nahi kabhi idhar udhar, bas apni manzilo pe hai meri nazar, dekh mujhko mere Humsufar…”

just love it man…Old is always gold or may be I am turning old. Hahhhaaaa:D

Cheers!

Award..!

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 06:35:00 +0000

I am extremely happy to receive one more award from Gautam, i cannot express my happiness. Thanks a lot man.

So going with the rules, i have to pass this award to more friends, which is as follows,

Komal
Niveditha

Rules:
The award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.Pass the award to other blogs that you’ve newly discovered.Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.
Cheers!

Vision 2010

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 12:32:00 +0000

Where is that ego and attitude when we puffed up with pride about

India

as a super power by 2010. Do you remember the BRIC report formulated by Goldman Sachs, which predicted that

India

and three others (

Brazil

Russia

and

China

) would rule the global economic pie chart in the coming years? Has the global financial meltdown eclipsed the growth or we just enjoy boasting our low price haggling skills.

India dreamt of the “Vision 2010” to make the country a global force and one of the largest contributors of technology, exports and manufacturing in the world. The key element in achieving this significant success highlights the importance of an economic freedom, education to ensure sustained productivity, shelter to preserve the human dignity, managing population and creating a competitive infrastructure.

Small and medium-sized enterprises are the backbone of the Indian economy. It is a major source of revenue which plays an important role in enabling India to compete in the world markets. The information and communication technologies (ICT) have witnessed a rapid growth in the past, which still makes India proud. But the industry is still insecure with the feasibility of technology and ERP implementations in the production processes, lack of government incentives and investment opportunities. Just developing business parks and special economic zones will not internationalize India.

Is this all a castle in the air? Remember that 2010 is just a few months away and the biggest challenge which lay in front of us now is to overcome the current recessionary force. An elixir to such situation is to develop a knowledge-centered society that creates new opportunities, developing a safety net which will safeguard employees from loosing jobs through reforms, restructuring of business organizations and up gradation of core infrastructure in all spheres of the economy. Else wait for China to bombard India with more toys and watches :)

September

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:47:00 +0000

I was high in my dream with my libido until I heard a loud knock on my door that jolted me awake, I woke up drowsy with the late night beer romp. A friend of mine barged into my room as soon as I opened the door. “Holi hai”, two more friends followed him to greet me with colors. I smacked one of them hard for being so abrupt and not giving me enough time to resist myself from their stupid behavior. Chalo chalo bahar chalte hai lets gulp a few glasses of bhang before we decide where to head. I opted out of the plan pretending that I have to meet my girlfriend and decided to go off to sleep and continue with the interrupted dream. I hated playing Holi and meticulously fooled them and dragged myself to the bed. But I could not save my old Nike t-shirt which Sameer managed to put on before leaving my room. Fucker, I cursed and banged my hand hard on bed.

I was sleeping peacefully till I heard loud voices, screaming the names of the friends who wanted me to accompany them to celebrate Holi. Then some one screamed call warden, fast, do it fast guys, please don’t inform lets talk to his father first. I supposed these guys have done something miserable and went ouside my room to solve the matter. I was late. Very late. Someone informed me that Sameer drowned in the dam with one more guy. I tried to concentrate again what I was hearing that time. I asked some more guys about it. I will not be able to describe you how I felt that moment. I loved them, it was my gang, we dreamt of girls, life, family and everything that made us happy. In the evening they brought their bodies to the hostel, I saw Sameer in my t-shirt that proclaimed “just do it”. My heart still bleeds when I remember it. I wish I had pulled you back. I love you Sameer, I miss you a lot dear. Happy Birthday!

Guns and Guts

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 19:12:00 +0000

A major partition, two deadly wars and the threat of terrorism still haunts India even after celebrating sixty-two years of democratic freedom, a few days back. Ever since the partition in 1947, India and Pakistan have been arch rivals over the long-running issue of Jammu and Kashmir. There seems no end but slaughtering millions of innocent people, satisfying geographical ego.

India spends millions of rupees on developing new technologies to stay ahead in the global-competitive race. On the contrary, Pakistan incurs millions on importing cheap arms and ammunition and modifying their third grade technology to echo optimism. One country is marching ahead with a brunt of terrorism, while the other keeps no coin unturned in pulling it back by spitting fire and destruction.

Nations have edged up their education system, geographic collaborations are visible in science and technology, but these two countries have still the same mindset when it comes to religion and history. Still behaving like kids fighting over a doll and threatening with mera paas ye hai-tere paas kya hai mentality. It will continue hampering economic development of both the countries, if the diplomatic curtain is not raised at this alarming stage. Accepting the LOC as the actual border in Kashmir would be the kick start to a meaningful discussion, else wait for the bomb to sabotage you through hell.

Amen!

Honoured Again

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 08:28:00 +0000

I am kind of overwhelmed with the awards i have been receiving from my friends. This time i have bagged two more from Niveditha. Thanks, Thanks and Thanks for liking my blog.

Now I would like to pass on this award to the following blogger friends. Here is the list,

1. Anwin
2. Akash
3. Komal
4. Kiran
5. Tabitha
6. Sugandha
7. Archana

Thanks once again to all of you guys. you deserve it.

Award

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:35:00 +0000

It’s my honour to be in the master list of members in the international bloggers community. Thanks to Anwin, who awarded me with this and I am sure I will maintain the same spirit to express my ideas and experience in this space.

Going with the rules, I will have to do the following things,

* Link the person who tagged you
* Copy the image above, the rules and the questionnaire in this post
* Post this in one or all of your blogs
* Answer the four questions following these Rules
* Recruit at least seven (7) friends on your Blog Roll by sharing this with them
* Come back to BLoGGiSTa iNFo CoRNeR (PLEASE DO NOT CHANGE THIS LINK) at http://bloggistame.blogspot.com and leave the URL of your Post in order for you/your Blog to be added to the Master List
* Have Fun!

Questions & Your Answers:

1. The person who tagged you: Anwin
2. His/her site's title and URL: http://anw.in
3. Date when you were tagged: 8 Aug 2009
4. Persons I tagged:

I would now like to pass on this award to the some more active writers on this blogosphere.

Cheers!

Face

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:36:00 +0000

Sketch

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 20:32:00 +0000

After a long hiatus, I finally got around to my favorite hobby, sketching. I still remember as a kid, may be around 12 years old, I sketched a couple smooching each other, and I exceptionally did it well. When I showed it to my cousin, he was so amused that he showed it to each and every member of our family. I was so embarrassed that I dint touch brush and colors for a month. But then I had a knack for painting and sketching, which kept me busy at home. It was so intense that I screwed up other subjects.

With this I remember an incident during my school days. There was a drawing competition announcement and it required 40 rupees registration fee as the competition was going to be held at a place where children from other schools were also participating. I finally managed to convince my mom and registered myself there. On the day of the competition I forgot to bring water colors and my house was about 20 km from the school. I just had a pencil and an ink pen and no one was ready to borrow me colors. I went straight to my drawing teacher who arranged me colors and a brush. And then I reached the hall, man it was already occupied with more than 500 guys and girls. We were given a sheet and announced the beginning of the competition. I don’t remember what I painted there, but in the end, the coordinators announced that the winners will be notified personally.

Days passed by and I got my half yearly results, I screwed up Maths,Chemistry and English. On the day of the results I had a fight with the next bench guy in my class. He scratched my forehead with his nails because we used to call him “Tantrik”( a person who does black magic). I went home and my parents were anxiously waiting for the results, when they saw my report, my mom came up with the thickest "Belan" on the earth to greet me. In the evening Tantrik’s mom made her arrival scolding and complaining. Exactly half an hour later, the door bell again rang. I opened the door and saw a middle aged man; I misunderstood him with Tantrik’s father and zipped away from home as fast as I can.

I went to my cousin’s place which was a Km distance from my house. After some time my father came down to take me home. I was really afraid, although my dad had never beaten me for my destructive behavior that time. In the meantime, he didn’t tell me anything about that man, and I didn’t ask him either. When I reached home I saw the ambience was totally different. My mom smiled at me and that man congratulated me. I stood second in the drawing competition, and the prize ceremony was going to take place in a few days. A sudden wave of happiness spread across my home and neutralized those bad events. Now when I look back and remember those days I really get nostalgic. But now I want to spend some time painting and sketching. Let’s see how it pans out. Yesterday I tried to draw something on a paper, which I am presenting it with this post, hope u would like it.

Maska

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 18:56:00 +0000

The art of buttering/ flattering someone is the most profitable activity I have ever seen in my life. Though I am awfully bad at it, I have seen guys going to such a pathetic level where you would feel respecting a beggar than getting along with these people. This kiss-feet phenomenon is most common in schools and colleges where you will encounter guys waiting for the class to finish and then make their way out behind teachers interrupting and impressing them with all their framed up, nonsense ideas and questions to get recognition, all at the stake of ones dignity.

The history of this activity should date back to Raja-Maharaja era. There must have been guys laden with astra and shashtra, trying with their best to persuade the King to build a swimming pool in order to fulfill their lust at that time, when it would been a herculean task to sneak a peek at Queen’s voluptuous figure. Poor guys! This is also seen nowadays in movies where the villain would have a couple of supporting gunda’s influencing him to endanger heroine’s life, giving the hero a mission in his bored life and providing us with a three hours of entertainment.

This old trend has caught on everywhere, starting from schools and colleges to offices and formal gatherings. This ridiculous art (Kuch to ijjazt karni hi padegi) is also synonym to road side Tom-dick-and harry act where guys would talk rubbish and crap to impress girls, their main aim is to become sweety-tweety kanayahhia’s with gopi’s revolving around them holding a bunch of grapes. Although I am not against these guys, but I can’t even stand this. I still wonder how these people might be feeling from inside when they get around to themselves spiritually at some point of time.

……smaerD

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Tue, 26 May 2009 19:00:00 +0000

OMG what a topic i am trying to fathom in the middle of this lonely night, I am again confused with it. There have been times when i rehashed my dreams, crossed out my plans and tried to pretend that i am on the right track. But my god every time i think about it, I travel and trip myself through the euphoria of confused mind. I don’t know what i want out of my life, but i am pretty sure that i have not reached even the starting point of the road which i wanted to travel. Nowhere near the road…but i am definitely watching the traffic with my goggles on….

Roll Number 380

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Mon, 04 May 2009 18:33:00 +0000

During my college days, way back in the late 90’s , we used to have techno-vendors coming to our hostel to sell books, drafters, roller scales, calculators and etc. etc. stuff that never used to concern me that time. These guys used to sell notebooks with a logo of REC-Durgapur printed on it and a quote followed by the logo saying “We engineers move the world”.I liked that quote so much that i used to Shree Ganesh every notebook by writing Do in front followed by a question mark in the end, and sometimes “really” preceding the word Move.

On a rarest of rare occasion, a professor had a look at that modified quote while checking an answer, he laughed at first and then wrote “Yes we do’ and threw my note book which fell exactly near the best beauty of my class, ahh (Maar dala-Devdas song in the background). I still have that signed notebook with me which i am planning to donate to his son who was not able to make it to any engineering college after several unforceful attempts. We used to spot him at the nearest Golgappa stall everyday with his girlfriend. Bad luck dude..

In the evening the atmosphere would be totally colorful with guys gelling their hair, showering an entire bottle of perfume on their technically down bodies mixed with the everlasting body odor which will even make a rotten egg shy, and has been fuming the entire class for months. These next hostel Romeos were out on a mission to elope with the girls in the so called ladies hostel and they would then bounce back frustratingly to spend the entire night boozing and doping to puke out their dilemmas. I bet you guys, these stories were much more interesting than today’s dating serials broadcasted on the television.

On the other hand there were guys who kept themselves away from these teenage fixations and were hooked to doing all sort of crap from cheating dhaba and cigarette walas to travelling the entire city on a bus filled with college girls sharply at 1:00 Pm with a fake identity card stolen from dhobi’s son, in quest of something which they never understood that time. But now when i look back, it makes me nostalgic for those Kodak Moments. I wish i had a choice to go back to that vaudeville again…

Note: Guys that dhobi never washed my clothes again:(

A-2, 23, Tamilnadu Express

noreply@blogger.com (Ashish) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 16:04:00 +0000

I slided my finger on the reservation chart while entering my compartment, Nisha F 24 right next to my seat. My fantasies erupted like a two year old child getting his favorite chocolate with out imploring his father. A good looking girl popped in from somewhere and landed next to my seat, looked exhausted as if she just came running a marathon. She took out a bottle of water and drank till the level of the water reached half. In this time i pretended to have been reading a novel and impersonated a not-so-interested in you attitude, but only i knew how surprised and exited i was with her presence. I never had any beautiful girl sitting exactly next to me in a 13 hour journey. A little time later two south Indian guys entered wearing lungis among low-waist-jeans-clad girls and took their respective seats, chatting and smirking at each other with the same feeling which i had that time.

It was already 11:00 pm, the girl received a call from her mom, after a while she started spreading bed linens on her berth and in no time got down to doze off, but prior to that she asked me to turn off the light as soon as i finish off with my reading, but who was reading then. I banged the novel hard on my lap and switched off the lights. I thought she was not interested in having even a formal chat with any one of us. I felt like the ugliest guy on the earth who has been ignored once again.

With that feeling i planned to get rid of all my fantasies and sleep till the last minute of my travel. I woke up in the morning finding the girl wearing specs and reading a newspaper; she glanced at me sideways and continued reading. It was a good chance to ask about the next station and i gathered all my courage to ask her that question. She replied Bhopal in a sweet voice, sweet enough to melt my rock hard heart. In the meantime i fanaticized her with our two kids pappu and tinku waving hands while i kick start my bike, she would hand me a tiffin box with my favourite baigan ka bharta and roti inside, kiss me on cheeks and say sunoji aloo le aana. My ears heard a sudden announcement of Bhopal, when I was about to smack tinku for pulling my trousers to stay at home; she lifted her suitcase and waited for the crowd to disappear. My heart started throbbing at a horse’s gallop and i had genuine regrets on my face with i-wanted-your-number expression.

My fantacies were junked and i was back to being hopeless, on the lookout for a good friend. Hey you, don’t throw those rotten eggs and tomoatos on me yaar………