Its always a great time. The one just between the exams and the results. My Exams are past. The day they were over the feeling was similar to the one that comes when the nature is calling and you cant receive the call because you are in a meeting. It keeps vigorously vibrating somewhere in your stomach nevertheless, Until the blissful moment of release, when you feel a couple of kgs of extra baggage you were carrying all this while in your intestines has found its way out. It feels so light now, after the exams that is.
The weekend after the exams was good. I went to Hari Hareshwar with Cheeku and friends. The name of the place itself suggests that its renowned temple and I visited for asking the Gods; "Please flood the Exam office in my college. All my answer copies are kept there. " I am sure God would listen to me. I have read that god listens to those who pray for others. Arey bhai ... my prayer was meant for my teachers who are about to read my answers naaaa , you silly.
Me and cheeku had good company, abhi, dipsi, sanjay bhaiya and keerti di. By the way the whole trip was planned in a very chaotic manner. We could not find a travel agent willing to lease us a car and a driver. The rains gods to be blamed. All cars stuck. Finally we managed to find an decent car and an interesting driver. On our way, He told us about a ghaati which has a ghost of a budhiya and boodha coming between 12 and 3 each night. The story went like this:
me and keerti di: ha bhaiya, kya keh rahe the bhooth ke baare main...
driver: kuch nahi sahab... jaane do
me: arey bhaiya, batao naa, aisa bhi kya hai...(i was already reflecting on the movie kaal, lekin yahaa to bhoot do hai, ek couple)
After a lot of urging from us to speak and from dps to not speak (she was chanting hanuman chaalisa alll this while) bhaiya finally spoke.....
Bhaiya: yaha ghaati pe roz raat ko ek boodha aur budhiya aate hai, lift mangte hai aur gaadiya rokte hai. Koi daya karke baitha leta hai to fir gaadi ka accident ho jaata hai yaa fir passenger gayab ho jaate hai....
Silence for a while. Some more silence. Darna Mana hai for some and darna zaroori hai for others. Jaise taise ghaati paar ki. The night was dark, it was raining and for most of the journey absence of any creature resembling human outline, added a lot of flavour and imagination to the classical oration of driver saab. So thinking about kaal, bhoots and cursing the maharashtra tourism for not having proper signboards, we reached Hareshwar.
The place we had initially booked was in all probability made for shooting of Ramsay movies. It was in such isolation that even the bhoots would think twice before going there. Considering the existent centiments of the truly afraid females and disguisefully nervous males we found another place to put up. Hanuman jee could now relax as the vigorous calls he was receiving from us had now stopped. The rest of the night all of us were peacefully asleep except for....... that was a good guess.
Incidentally there was a bright and brilliant beach also in Hareshwar. There was greenery, mountains and a big ocean. A scenic and engrossing beauty unlike the other beaches that I have seen where the beauty is confined to the blondes lying around and the only people enjoying are the massage walas. We thoroughly enjoyed photography, dips, unsuccesful attempts to float on water (abhi and me enjoyed some desperate attempts to swim in some in which unfortunately we could cover no physical distance) and last but not the least the tasty saline water because of which 4 of us now have ulcers in the mouth.
By the way, ulcers have not been all that bad, cheeku feels pain while speaking which has ensured a tranquility at home and life, until ofcourse today when she has audibly recovered enough. (you will trust me if u look at the time this was posted.) think i should close this down. Cant give so much pain to my readers in a single post. Bottom line. Hari Hareshwar recommended. Go there. Hope fully the right people will catch mouth ulcers for you too... ;-)
(Closing prayers: Oh God, May cheeku not read this post)
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Zindaaaaa hoon main
Sorry, really sorry. I dint turn up for long here (and according to a lot of you, it was for good.) But I have been busy with a whole lot of exams and assignments and what not? So what makes me come back here? After all, I have an end term exam 10 hours from now and here I am writing this post and listening to
The answer lies in the fact that I have a marketing end term. Open book format. Doesn’t require studying, just press on the gas and drive your way to glory. One of my friends just described marketing in his own way : “I am not able to study this subject for one night.. How do people specialize in this...... it’s like having a woman as a wife who is not even good for a one night stand” but then that’s that in life, you have to have a lot of one night stan…. uh.. no… , I mean you need love a lot of things, which you otherwise love to hate. So if you are a boyfriend and you want to keep it that way, you need to remember the birthday of her family, cousins and their cousins and there family. Bypassing that subject for safety reasons, I would try and take a digression. After giving so many exams on subjects I don’t even have the remotest idea of; like the one today, legal aspects of business; I am now capable of giving writing a six page answer on any damn subject. Gas is the buzzword in the exams here in B schools.
Any way I would better get back to my subject now. The bloody grades are relative here. So I need to have an optimism of Vinod kambli, who still wishes to come back in the Indian team, to study this subject called marketing. This post is short (read: timepass) just to convey that Bruce almighty exists and is alive and would keep turn up here in some time, till then its time for me to give some gas on marketing and for my friend to give it a one night stand.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Haai ree meri kismet
You know, some people have this uncanny knack of the getting into trouble without having to make much effort for it. If ever there is a merit list being made of such people, you would definitely see so many familiar names for instance; Sorrow ‘big mouth’ Ganguly, Natwar ‘Oil’ Singh, Jagmohan ‘CAB’ Dalmiya, Jaswant ‘Mole’ Singh, , Rakhi ‘Mika’ Sawant, John ‘Indian Summers’ Wright et al. By the way, I see a very familiar name positioned not far behind Ganguly and just a sniffing distance away from Rakhi. Mine. But I assure all of you and cheeku all the more that I have a better sense of self control then Mika.
I went out of the flat, climbed down two floors, realized I had forgotten the keys and climbed back again to get ‘em. Then I went out again, climbed down, reached the main gate of the building and it started raining. Yeah, you guessed it right, I dint have an umbrella. Well, in
But then, when hard luck makes love to you, it makes sure the climax is a delayed and lasting one. So then just before a flyover the rickshaw walla informs me he has broken some clutch wire and he can’t climb the flyover. Shittt, was the first thing I pronounced. Nevertheless, intellectually acute that I am, I immediately thought of a simple solution; to payoff this rick-walla and get into another one. Outside the rick, it was pouring heavily. I saw an empty rick passing-by I stopped it and thought that’s it, I am done. As I as I moved my hand towards my rear pocket I realized I was actually done. There was no wallet in my back pocket. I called back home to check whether cheeku is still around and if she could come atleast halfway to help only to find a ‘no answer’. Finally, I took the same rick home took the wallet. My prudential safe came into play by then and I took an umbrella just to make sure things don’t get worse. I paid off the rick and took another one to reach the insti 15 mins late. For a change, I had some fortune; I had company of another of my class mate and somehow I was allowed inside as well.
Monday, July 31, 2006
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