फोन

बात है 1 जनवरी की मेरे कोंलेज में 1 जनवरी को नया सेमेस्टर शुरू हो जाता है आज दिन में 12 बजे मेरी कोंलेज वापसी की ट्रेन थी और सुबह के 8 बज चुके थे जाग तो मैं चुका था लेकिन अभी भी खाट पर लेटा हुआ था चादर ओढ़कर तभी पिताजी नहाकर तौलिये से सिर पोंछते हुए मेरे कमरे में आते हैं और हल्के ऊंचे स्वर में बोलते हैं
"रात किस लड़की का फोन आया था वो ?"
"अलका का क्यों ?"
"मैं देख रहा हूँ कि तीसरे चौथे दिन इस लड़की का फोन तुम्हे आता है चक्कर क्या है ?"
"अरे ! भाई मानती है वो मुझे सात साल नवोदय में मेरे साथ पढ़ी है इसलिए आता रहता है उसका फोन क्यों क्या हुआ ?" अब तक पिताजी की बातों से मुझे खींच होने लगी थी
"तुम्हारे चाचा का पता है ना कैसे गैर बिरादरी की लड़की को भगा लाया था नाक कट गयी थी पूरे खानदान की समाज में "
"अरे ! बहन बोलता हूँ मैं उसे 10 साल से राखी बंधवा रहा हूँ " मुझे समझ नहीं आ रहा था कि पिताजी ऐसी बातें क्यों कर रहे हैं और उन की बातें मुझे काफी अखर रही थी
"तुम्हें राखी क्यों बांधती है ? उसके खुद के भाई नहीं हैं ?"
"हाँ हैं तो ?"
"तो उस लड़की को फोन करके साफ़-साफ़ बोल दो कि आज के बाद तुम्हें फोन ना करे मुझे ये कतई पसंद नहीं है "
"पिताजी ! देखिये मुझसे तो नहीं बोला जाएगा उससे ये सब आपको दिक्कत है तो ये लीजिये नंबर और खुद फोन करके बोल दीजियेगा जो बोलना है "
"हाँ लाओ देओ मुझे नंबर "
मैंने आवेश में फटाक से नंबर देकर मोबाईल वहीँ पटक दिया और अपना सामन उठाकर 9 बजे ही घर से निकल गया और 12 बजे ट्रेन पकड़ कर अपना कोंलेज पहुँच गया

इन बातों को आज 8 मास गुजर चुके हैं अब अलका का फोन नहीं आता है

Utilities

I recently read a very interesting article in one of the national dailies. Though the article was primarily about urbanization and consumerism, a particular point made by the author regarding branded apparel and other accessories caught my interest. Being a devout follower of the latest Adidas and Nike shoes/sports apparel and dreaming of someday owning at least one of the two super brands (wishful thinking!), the article gave a whole new dimension to my perception of brands.

The author threw light on an aspect of branded materials that I had never particularly thought about. His take was that, we as consumers actually end up paying the mother companies of various brands we wear for advertising and promoting their brands by wearing their logos instead of it being the other way round!! So basically, when I wear an Adidas jacket with its '3 blocks' on the left hand corner, I'm actually endorsing the brand without being paid for it, rather paying for it (and creating a BIG hole in my pocket, huh!!!)

It's funny how even though we are all sub-consciously aware of this fact, most of us still crave for those 'branded utilities'. All I can say is that whoever started the trend definitely had more than just a few Grey cells!

What say? :D

Happy reading, though!

Just like that

I feel, as we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down, probably will.You will have your heart broken probably more than once and its harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when your heart was broken. You'll fight with your best friend . You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You will cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So, take too many pictures, laugh too much , and love like you have never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
;)
Stay happy!

Random

In ancient England a person could not have sex unless they had consent of the King (unless they were in the Royal Family). So, when anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King and the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard read F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King). Now you know where that word came from. ;)

I still wonder.

PS: Wanted to share this fact with you all.
Image Credits: Street Spirit

Kill her.

Kill the woman in the santoor soap type advertisements, please.

First she was, beautiful, looked super young and had a child.
In the next one, she was beautiful, looked super young, had a child and had a fab business.

In the next one, she was beautiful, looked super young, had two children and won the business woman of the year award.

After, she was beautiful, looked super young, had two children, won the booty award, had two trophy wielding children and won the Mrs. World title and had all the major movie film stars lusting after her.

And finally, in the latest advertisement, she is beautiful, looks super young , has won booty award, has two trophy wielding children,is the proud winner of the Mrs. World title and has a movie star lusting after her as she cooks a delicious-yet nutritious meal for her family.

I can't believe this.

Did the energizer Bunny have sex with a Swiss army and produces this spawn of santoor lady?

Tell me please?!?!

;)
PS: I was sitting in front of the TV and watching a Santoor advertisement, and I can't resist myself to write this post.

I say

I say...

A friendship is a living entity , it grows. And like anything that grows, it evolves. If not, it indicates emotional stagnation on the part of the people involved i guess.

An interaction and involvement with our friends , with our loved ones, say in the college life, which was full of fun and a celebration of hell number of things.

As time passes, our needs change. Our priorities change, our demands change. Our demands from that friendship will now include greater acceptance of the choices we make like job, partners, life style more validation of who I am, feeling of WE and a deeper understanding of our mutual needs and motivations, a gentle approach to our mistakes and wider arms to hug with us.It makes sense to rework a friendship, but this is a two way street. Some people don't like it because it involves change of one belief.

It happens with me all the time.

Still, I say a friendship is all about one's need and that will always continue to bloom

Cheers! :)

Hero

I am getting a bit tired of this entire accident session for the last month.

What happened?

Got fractured ?

What was the speed - 70 km/hr ?

Don't you know, how to drive on the roads of Kanpur?

In fact, this month I decided to stay away from the topic of discussion : Accident. (Although,for everyone its like the biggest thing that has ever happened to me.) I decided,I would write about something else, something totally off base, something that would dazzle me and you as well and take your mind off the whole thing.But then the phone rang and I forgot what it was and so I figured I would write about Michael Jackson instead.

OK.

The king of pop is dead.

What really fascinates me about the media storm that's been piped live to our homes is how in death, you are just magically exonerated and ugly questions suddenly no longer warrant asking. Suddenly, no one is calling him Whacko-Jacko, footage of him dangling his baby over a balcony is rushed through tersely and all those ugly court cases that has filled his later life are suddenly a footnote. That's because if you want to sell death, it has to be hero's. Better still, a tragic one. And they don't come more tragic than MJ. Tell them he is a villain, no one will care now. Tell them he was a thrust into the spotlight as a child, apparently abused into performing like an adult, which, in turn, permanently arrested any personal development.

And then suddenly he wasn't. The hero became the villain. because if you are not dead , if you are unfortunate enough to be alive, then you are more fun as a villain.

Did Shiney Ahuja do what they said he did?

I don't know.

Does he deserve any sympathy if he did?

Not a chance.

But the truth is we don't know, So, as I stared at the news pieces, side by side it made sense. When the story needs a villain, they will make you one. They will try you in the court of spectacle, declare you the villain and eventually, execute you. And then, when you are dead, they will look at you and go hmmmm, okay, I think he is ready to be a hero now.

:)

Image credits: Danisuarez

Wats up?

"What's up?" she mused, over the phone.
"Yeah...nothing much," I replied, casually. The question has become redundant now-a-days. 'How are you' has now been dethroned by 'Wassup' as the official greeting line. Too bad if you're on the internet, chatting.
"ssup?"
"nm"
"k.."
"n wt else?"
"nm..u say.."
Chat-o-freaks, I tell you. They've got nothing to say and they claim they're chatting. And while the chat-o-lingo takes over our lives, I fear an official molestation of the English language. 'Nothing much' has been replaced by 'nm' for which we should make that NM college of Management Studies as Nothing Much College of Management Studies. Let's see how the admissions go.
A deadly and gorgeous female from our class has mutilated the lingo even further. She's replaces 'Wassup' or 'ssup' with 'sp'.
Ha! Sardar Patel just moved in his grave. Wassup Jain College of Management Studies. Even better admission prospects I should say.

But even more irksome is the fact, that even though there might not be anything up in your life, you're persistently asked 'Wassup' at every other corner. Dodging and steering through Gtalk chat windows is not an onerous task, but can become one, thanks to the 'Wassup culture'. Completely annoyed by its ramifications, one day, I decided to give a piece of my mind to a chat-friend of mine.
"Hey..wasup?" the text bounced on my screen, out of the blue. I decided not the reply.
"BUZZ!" he went as the room rang shrill with the Gtalk buzzer. I'd had enough. This guy was indeed desperate to know what was up in my life. I began.
"Hey..howdy man? nothing much yaar...woke up in the morning..went for a pee, brushed my teeth only to realize it was Dad's shaving cream that I was brushing with. Then, had breakfast comprising of owl-meat and hairy legs, topped it up with milk. Wanted to watch TV, but mom was hooked on to it. So logged on to Facebook on the internet. It was cool, you know, you should catch it sometime..."

We're distant friends now. And why not? The next time one of us ever asked, 'wassup', we flung ourselves at a distance from each other, I tell you.

Thanks for reading this.

140 Characters

Five minutes back, while watching Discovery channel ,I was wondering millions of years after when we are gone , Aliens will land on what we used to be. Have you ever thought about it?
I did that.
I guess, aliens will find no written record of our existence, no notes explaining how we evolved from clubbing each other because the sad truth is , we are getting stupider and lazier every single day and the worst part is we are celebrating the phenomenon.
If we take an example of Twitter, where you can micro blog and cant write more than 140 characters. Whats sad is that people are abounding larger forms of writing their lives down to a series of 140 characters messages.So, when the aliens are looking for evidences of how we died out, no one is going to have left a message saying ,
"Hey! whoever reads this , a giant meteor, possibly a breakaway smacked into us. An earthquake killed us all". :D
On Twitter, all the aliens will see under my profile:
"Hi! Died today."
 :D
ChEErs!