ZNMDB!!!

5 am I- 210......Indore....not a soul awake ...i and a guard who is watching SHRI krishna are the exceptions.....2 things happened in the last 2 days which had some effect on me one a workshop on "career & self " ....at first look it looks like the most boring thing to do....yes it was boring..but there was this questionnaire we had to fill it up,actually in pairs of two, but as our class was Odd numbered and i sitting in the ist bench was paired up with the prof, actually i wanted this ....because may be i wanted to share those secrets with the prof because i was too shy to do it with anyone of my fellow class mates, and in the middle of the questionnaire every thing was coming tumbling down, my darkest fears in life, the things i want to reverse in life. A i wanted to tell this to the prof was because he knew nothing about me and he was the last person in the class who would be affected by my feelings and when i read the completed form ...i felt different !!!, i felt fresh...

then the 2nd thing i saw "Zindagi milgei na dobbara" i had deffer ed seeing it due to lack of sleep, and reviews that it was drag and slow, but it was nothing of that sort at least for me it was so refreshing seeing it, the characters were so fresh, so different, i guess they were also in the stage of spitting it out everything out of their system, obsessiveness it was as if the biggest " Gaali" on earth " A life of my own"....over the years i have simply forgotten about my life what i wanted what i loved , stuck in the whole vicious cycle of expectations from others, obsessiveness, Strings attached ...... i thought ...sorry am thinking...now onwards cmon life bring it on in katrina's words "Zindagi mujhe surprise karti rahe or inspire karthi rahe......"

i just want to sit on the top of my hostel block with wind on mi face.........................................

Melting Moments!!

"Gr8 shot sammy boy....!!" shouted ashwin, it was winter, i had come home for dussera holidays and it was SSome time after which i was playing cricket on my home pitch, in the lane where i used to play in my teens regularly....but this match was different as someone was watching.....someone special i guess...which till that time was unthinkable, to me atleast...."oye samrat saale ....bowling hain apni ab fielding bhi karega yaa phir natak shuru" it was ashwin again...Tring Tring....phne ringed....it was mummy calling, my house was just few feet away down the lane ...we had chosen not to play in front of my house which was the the usual playground donno for how many years, as over the years many of neighbors started doing well and now literally everyone owned cars, smashing someone's mirror was the last thing on our minds .

"aaan maa cheppu ikade unna kinda ashwin apts mundu adutunna vasta le wallu vache varaku vastale ipuudu 6e gaa aindi ...inka chala time undi maaa ,,,kk" we were expecting some guests that day ...Damn these relatives, i didnt wanted to waste any of my already scanty holidays on these relatives ...these i guess are some of the ill effects of being a social animal..

"Aindaa saar mee phne call evarrra a gil frind naaku telikundaa" shouted one of mi frinds " mummy bey saale...arey na cheyyi anthaa baa ledu ...bowling vere evarikainaa iyraa...."...i said rotating my arm showing some discomfort. "Cmon man nee natakalu apava ...evarki iyalraa ...evarunaaru.."...." Anirudddhhh......ahhh!!" i said reluctantly...."Whaaatt aadikaa nee yabba inka pilaaa peon gaadu...ayana of all the people Ani endukraa..."...."Iyyu bey...neekante baane estadle"....saying this snatched the ball from Ashwin and tossed it up to Ani...who was surprised ...."wat nenaa....kanni"...."ehhe try man eyyi oye...." patted on his back...he was taken for 2 wide wide 6 1 2 4 and last ball .... ashwin already fuming RED i signalled to him as if telling him that everything was under control.....he signalled back .....(..l..)

Last balll.....hit the wall on which the wickets were drawn ....then the started the great indian arguement of whether the ball had hit the wickets.....i guess from here only indians learn the art of appealing for anything and everything as the aussies learn sledging right from their home. it was more than clear that the ball had not hit the wickets but as someone was watching game i had to act fast..."arey out raa babu....clear out..." after many arguements it was given out and u shud have seen the proud glow on Ani's face....after sometime the game ended and i patted on Ani's back as if telling him that he was the worthy Man of the Match if any were given....
Amidst all this Din, chatter i took a glance at the silent spectator who had been watching our game throughout.....Yes she was watching....our looks met and the 5 seconds looked like years we exchanged glances and she went inside...."vastunnav gaa film atnunchi ate party ki eldaam late cheyaku andaru waiting akada"...."aaan vasta nuvvellu..."....i wanted to escape from the chatter of the relatives so had planned a movie.
"Thank you" came some voice from behind...it was Ani...Aniruddh...."enduku thanks..."...."arey for giving me the bowling...".."arey adaa u deserved it man ashwine iyamannadu..".....
So freea bayataku eldaama dinner ki intlo mummy wallu kuda leru uriki ellaru pelliki repu gani raru....Siri inka nene unaam...to this my ears stood up......Chance to go out with the silent spectator but mummy relatives o sideu.....movie with ashwin oo side....Tring tring Mom's call ....Damn i thought " jus a sec aa maaa...enti ..aunaa i couldnt stop mi excitement...okok sarle nenu ashwin tho bayataku elesi vastha ok naaa naaku vaduule dinner".....couldnt stop my excitement the relatives were not coming for some reason....now to handle ashwin...the big problem was Ani. Siri and Ashwin were in the same Apartment making it all the more difficult for me....

Entii vastunaava ...lets go to Ohriss neeku driving vachhu gaa car teedaam ...."ante antha baaga raadu chala years aindi kada IIT lo cars allowed kaadu kada so lost practise..."....." parvaledle Siri ki vachhu....wash chesukoni vastava ilane eldama....was thinking damn car driving enduku nerchukoledraa waste fellow 10 class odi mundu siggu ..thu "sarle maa intlone wash chesuko.... we ran upstairs 2nd floor rang the belll trinnnnnnnn trinnnnnnnnnnn sirrrriiiii after 15 secs Door opened and there stood Siri in a blue jeans and pink .... my jaw almost fell down.....i was never such close to a thaaaat beautiful thing.....in mi life "enti enduku gola chestunav....open chestunna gaa nenemaina supermannnaaa...." ...."aunu nuvvu superwoman ve analanipinchindi kani ee okka chance kuda waste aipotundemonnani bhayam"...."daaa samrat naa roomloki....i couldnt dare to see her lest i got caught staring by her brother.....There was a huge picture of the family all four of them Wow the smile.... it was enough to bring a smile on anyones face....then wy was she grumpy that day.....i wanted to ask her brother...

Am I IN"DORE" or OUTDOOR......

...yaar main soch raha hoon ki secy ke liye khada ho jaoon .......then silence prevailed for few seconds...( and i am not used to this type of silence usually people used to jump in situations like these) .....one voice came up who was known for his pranks throught the campus, "haan haan khada hoja ...magar kis keliye...dnt u think abhi late hochuka hain"......i also knew that it was a bit late, but one thought always troubled me "will i pass out of this campus without indulging mi self in the BIG "P" word....naaaah the answer came out frm within. but at this new place i always didnt feel that comfortable, somehow i felt out of place .....may be the high level of** professionalism** in the air mite be the reason. loneliness was the new word, but somehow after many rounds of introspections i thought "change is inevitable and adjusting to that change is the key"......and i can tell u am still trying for the larger good.

And coming to the elections any chances of me indulging in "regionalism" to garner some votes were also not going to bear any fruits ( for obvious reasons). it was two days away from the elections, then during one of our usual long walks to dinner, i reluctantly asked them (one the prankstar and one the grand old man of our group ( nothing to do with his age but the receding hairline i guess is to be blamed for it.) for help in going around the campus for the so called campaigning and to mi surprise they were more than willing and started chalking out the strategy " abey tu pehle batata thaa main tuje aur sections main mere jaan kaar sabse mila letha abhi bhi kuch nahin chal chalthein hain kal".....one by one the friends trickled in and suddenly there were handful of people who had become the support system which i felt was non existent in the first place. then what ...something changed i guess the old iitd days were back ...i started on a high note i was determined to go down fighting and started roaming around the campus and while interacting with people of all shapes and sizes " haan zaroor vote dalenge" reverberated the corridors, i knew that most of them were lying but now more than the result i was enjoying the process to the fullest mi two friends ...my god u should have seen them were masters at catching the attention of the opposite person the way they interacted with the people around walking tirelessly with me, i was doomed to lose ( dooomed i guess is nt a good word bt had to use) , i was the underdog who would put their money on a losing horse , but the way mi small group supported me chalking out strategies giving me tips how to talk, i felt like a first yearite back at IIT D ...heheh given pep talks constantly by the seniors....and wat more the result i had given the other tough fight and could have easily won if the so called section mates and hostel mates had stood by their words and here i stood wondering on the nite of the elections after the results was my new worrld of friendship here starting to form ......may be ...may be not but there were surely some "NON-VERBAL CUES"......

"WING"s of fire...

Mi wing, may be due to some " External Factors" starting with the word P was more all less intact right from my 2nd year ...and to tell u that we had an awesome time for would be an understatement and here goes some of the snapshots......

The first one that comes to mi mind was "The Deutsche bank fiasco".....this was our 7th sem and we stiil had no idea of what was in store for us ( read as Rescission) in the upcoming placements. D* bank was not allowed to come on campus for some misdeeds it had committed in the previous years. so every year we used to go to a grand 5* hotel where the D bank guys would conduct a pre-placement talk ( nothing official about it) , but majority of the guys knew the competition was very tough and that there was a very little chance of getting into D bank. but the "High tea" follows

that too in a 5* hotel was the major incentive for most of us. we went had our stomach fill and then came back , then the next day some of mi friends hatched a plan to play a prank on Rakesh saini (the guy who never missed the hostel tea at hostel) so the plan had to be executed frm mi room "C-29" and rakesh room was "C-26" and the instrument was some fucha's phone ( least he knew the number), so we dialled his number...tring ..trimng

" hello is this rakesh (covering the phone with a towel), i am calling from D bank " ......the reaction " yes sir yes sir rakesh iam yes sir speaking"......
D: " ya we had called u to tell that ur resume has been shortlisted for tomorrow's ist round of interviews, u had come to yesterdays preplacemet talk right , hence the interviews aill also take place in the "central hall" where talk had happened (this was a blunder the talk had not happened in central hall but some other hall ....but apne excited raka ko ye sab kahan yaad araha thaaa) after some high level bakcoddi ...our raka was convinced that he had surely been selected ....the first thing he did after the call, could hear his door opening bang then .....i was somehow having the feeling that he was coming to i room ....so we quickly re arranged everything as if seeing some serial....thadakkk mi door opens ...." samraattt saaale dekhaaa DB main select hogaya, kal interview hain"......then i replied as if surprised " kyaaaa....kaise hua ...hadd hain yaar"

R: haan saale tum log mujhe c.hutiyaa hi samajthe raho main aisa hi select hojaungaa..

not able to stop his excitement, one of mi friends asked " abey aise kaise ho saktha hain tere resume main kyaa hain jo tuu select hogaayaa...(at this point raka suddenly had doubts for the first time for 2 secs how cud it had happend ....so i feeling that the prank could go wrong interuppted " arey hoga kuch achha sa project hoga jo unko acha laga hogaa, abey ye unique logon ko hi lete hain" ....to this raka felt all the more convinced and said " arey maine ek project kiya thaa summer main DMS se wo achha thaa shayad wo unnhein attract kiyaaa hoga kya pata"..to this came a confirmative nod from all of us " hmmmmmm hosakta hain"

"sahi hain bey ...congrats yaar"(but to tell u in iitD lingo it was "jhaantoosaa " project as told by one of mi friends. not fit to be even on any resume
"phoddena raka" ...."party chaiye humein tho badiwali"........came all the messages one by one . after this raka ran down stairs to take a suit from some friend...5-6 hours paased ...it was 8 in the evening and raaka was still preparing for the interview and we felt it was enough so i went in to tell him the truth and after i told him that we were playing a prank ...to our shock he spoke" haan saalon tum sab mere selection se jealous ho aur tumari sulag rahi hain ki mera kaisa hogaya....maine uskaa voice suna thaa uska same thaaa phne pe bhaag jaa yahan se tumari sab pata hain mujhe dont try to fool me ".....to this i was speechless....here i had come to tell him the truth and he is not ready to listen to it, even after one year of persuasion raka was not in a mood to listen ......so i left

One day passed, 2 days passed.....wisdom seemed to dawn on raaka .....but he didnt knew exactly who did the prank...and as a stubborn widow gave the choicest of abuses to the person who had hatched the plan...and the effect of his abuses....my offer got deffered by an year and two more got placed in the fag end of the year.....