Welcome the Naughty November

I WOULDN'T SUGGEST YOU TO READ THIS. DONT GO BY THE TITLE, ITS A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME.

Having you all warned.. here I go.

It’s the first of November and I was thinking what to post on my blog.

Now, I never actually thought so much about what to blog. I usually type whatever comes into my mind. But reading the wonderful comments I received, I seriously don’t want to disappoint you. Hence the pressure of WHAT SHOULD I BLOG TODAY ??? 

Lets see,there was halloween this month but I dint go tricking or treating in fact I coulnt even use the buy one get one pizza coupons I got (Wattey waste I tell you), then there was this, F1 in India but apparently I dont follow F1 that closely these days so that goes out of the window and oh ya, Metallica DID perform in bangalore because of which most of my friends ended up having a sprained neck due to excessive head banging. Now I could write about it but I just am too jealous of not being there that I'll skip that.

I wanted to write a funny post today. In fact I have something in my mind but maybe I’ll post it someother day. :)

Today I would like to talk about me and the month that went by.

October isn’t of any much significance in my life. Neither I nor any of my close ones have any birthday to celebrate this month. No anniversary dates, nothing at all, but I must say that this October that passed will hold something special in my life to come. No, I dint meet anyone or fall in love either :P

There are a few things you need to know if you are still reading. The reason I started blogging is strange. Unlike most of you who started to blog to express yourself and your writing skills, I started to blog to improve mine. I don’t write exceptionally well, in fact I write like how I talk. I don’t use big words while I talk and that’s because I don’t know most of them. Every time I come across a big word, I still check the  dictionary and make a mental note of it. My sister finds it quite amusing watching me read (even novels) with a pencil marking big words. :D 

Why am I saying this is because one of my friends (wonder if we still are) gave me some BIG feedback on my blog. He had pissed me off for some apparent reason and we had an agreement after which he very coldly said that he did read my blog. That coming from him who wouldn’t read the seminar slides was quiet very surprising. He said that there was nothing great in it. The writing was very bland and stale, humor in posts were quiet forced and not a single post had any literal stuff in it. My blog dint appeal much to him nor did give him an impression of wanting to come back and read more. This happened the day before somebody actually unfollowed me. So when I saw my followers list one less and remembered what he said this it really hurt. Now when things go wrong, they do go wrong in series and it did go worse from bad in my case.  I couldn’t think of anything good to write, my writing had hit the bottom plus I was brooding over "the one I lost" hangover. I tried writing and wrote many stupid stuffs but never managed to post them.

I decided to hibernate from blogging. This is one exercise which I follow when I am to do seriously sulking. And it was during this period, I realized one thing. I was doing it all wrong. You see there was a time when I knew what I would be blogging for the whole week. I had something planned up for each day. With loads of assignments, seminar and project run to do along with the desperate want to write something really nice and humorous so that people would start writing and tweeting about my blog had made me write some really pathetic posts. I spent a lot of time thinking and decided to try and improve the quality of my posts rather than quantity. No, that doesn’t mean I would change my writing style, somehow I like the simple way I write. To write  Like the way I am talking, so that when you read this, you feel am talking to you and not giving a speech on something. to start fresh again. Am not concerned on how many people are there following me, instead I just want to make sure that anyone and everyone reading my posts should end up visiting for again for more hungry to read what I write. To mark the fresh start, I changed the way how my blog looks and am loving it.

If you my friend(to him-you know who) are reading this, let me tell you something what I should have said that day but dint. This is the devil’s workshop. This is my blog. Do not read this blog for any literary point of view, you won’t find one. Read it if you have an appetite for some pure nonsense because that what I write. A word of advice, “keep your expectations really low when you begin to read something. That way you will never end up disappointed. On the contrary you might be in for a surprise.” I write to put what’s in my mind. Sometimes it might sound stale, stupid and totally pointless. And I don’t give a rat’s arse to what you think. Thanks for the feedback, I took what I needed but down here, I am god, and I AM THE DEVIL..!!! 

That way October did teach me a few new things about friends, lines that shouldn’t be crossed, and somethings very very important. I’ll blog about it soon. So goodbye October, and welcome Naughty November. 

Oh an one more thing is that I have began to write at nights. I dont know why but I sit through the night and type lots of stuff. So like Gulzar says Ab Ek sau challis baatein hogi.. choubis ghante raatein hi hogi..!!  :) 

 

Cheers..!!

P.S : I called it Naughty November because I had/saw very funny incidents today. All of them will be blogged soon.

P.P.S : Am asked to write for a preface for a book that’s named “ ultimate sex tips for idiots.” One of my demented (see I used a big word instead of "mentally the sick" :D) frand has decided to write it. I am confused on what have to write here, so any help here would be appreciated.

P.P.S.S : As am writng this post, I am having a sudden craving for butter roti and butter chicken and I dont know why?? But I just cant stop thinking about the soft butter dolloped rotis along with slightly sweet yet spicy gravy of butter chicken with tender chicken pieces. Aaaaahhhhh..!!! Yumm..!!! I miss "Punjabi Rasoi" very much :( :(

I just thought of adding the images to make your mouth water too..!! :D

Now Playing : Lemon tree by Fools garden

One Love..!!!

Another day comes to an end.

I do what I do every night before I go to sleep. My last cigarette of the day. In fact this is the only time I smoke. Just before bed. I walk into my terrace and feel the cold breeze flowing by and as I smoke I go through my day with one question in mind. “Did I find what I was looking for?”

Most of you might now wonder what exactly I was looking out for today? Actually I was looking for the same thing that even you look for every day. I believe we all are in a quest. A quest that we all begin at the start of each day. We are constantly seeking only one thing. Love. In one form or other and we are never tired of it. the more we find it, the more we want.

Am sure we all have good and bad days. How do we determine if a day was good or bad? For example, I had a good day today. I woke up, had a nice breakfast, heard my niece struggle her first words over phone, went to college to get some permission letter and the person immediately did all the work and gave me the signed letter, had the best ice cream shake on my way back, a pretty girl whom I don’t even know smiled at me, changed my blog template and people are liking it. I say it was a good day today.

If we see, I found love in everything I did. When I say love I mean something that made me feel special and wanted. That shifted the attention of the world around on me, for a brief moment but it did. We all are attention seekers and we want it badly. More we get more we feel loved. Nice breakfast made me feel loved as the person filled my glass of tea twice without even me asking. I felt important. My niece struggling with maa..ammmaa..mamama.. made me feel special because though I know her first words will be calling for her mother, the sounds mamaaa made me feel loved by a child barely 6 months old. A pretty girl smiling at me made me feel that I am not a mirror cracking material after all. I hope you are getting what I trying to convey. The world revolves around Love. We love everything, everyone around. And it’s not the close ones that we love. We love the ones we hate, we just don’t realize it but we do. Hate is what we feel when our love is not reciprocated but then we tend to hate them so that they realize how much we loved them. Some say that money is everything in life but isn’t it our love for money that puts it one the highest point. It’s true that money CAN buy you happiness if you know where to shop. I mean would we still care about money if everything in this world was free??

Love is appreciated in any form. On a lonely bad day, you see a dog following you wagging its tail, no matter how bad your day went, if you are a dog person you will start playing with it. A lousy day throughout yet a chat with a friend or a loved one will replenish your appetite for life. one doesn't mind staying up talking all night long with our loved ones. We are attention seeking species and that's how we feel loved. Love is everywhere, love is all around us. We even attribute love as god and god as love. A person might have doubts in the existence of god but never on love. 

Love between lovers, brothers and sisters, parents and children, friends, love between pets and their owners, love between you and your prized possessions, love for your lifestyle, look carefully each day and you find small packets of love all over it. And it’s in these small moments that decide if our life is a pleasant and happy one or are we struggling hard. That’s the reason no matter how bad a day goes when a small gesture of love is shown or reciprocated you feel energized and end up saying that well the day at least dint end bad. If that’s true and then how come we end up having bad day? Simple actually, we just give more priority to the incident that dint go as planned more than something that made us smile or special for a small moment. It’s all about how you see it. How one prioritizes things that govern their life. I feel at times like this when we cant stand the person next to us for various reasons, we should really ask ourselves what makes us different from the other person? Dont we all have our dreams, share of happiness, pain love to go through every single day.  Then why not try and ease the other's pain, share a smile, join a laughter. Only when we love, we end up being loved and its a beautiful feeling.

So at the end of every day I look back and ask myself did I find love today? And recollect all the pleasant incidents that happened. no matter how small they were, I recollect the incidents that made me smile, the incidents where I made someone smile and shared a laugh. All of it. Pray that I have many more tomorrow and go to sleep.

Good night everybody..!! sugar dreams :)

Now playing :  Anjani rahoan mein dil kya dhoondata phire by Lucky ali

Dum Diddly

Its been quiet some time since I have written anything.


Its been quiet sometime since I have posted anything on my blog.
I had told my reason in my previous post that I had lot of things on my plate and I wouldn't be able to write. Despite all that I have been writing all this time,but never posted it. Majorly because I found none of them were good enough to be posted. Most of them were nonsense and made no sense at all. Also, I thought I would start posting once I change a few things and the look of my blog. Right now, I am busy surfing other blogs and looking for ideas but if anybody has any suggestions, feel free to let me know.  Apart from blog surfing and lame attempts to write, one good thing that happened is that I have started to sketch. Nothing serious but pencil sketching. I used to do it when in college. Now am back with that again :)

I couldn't focus on one subject to write about it. my attempt to write something funny sounded like a detailed study of the torture programs at concentration camps. and then I tried writing serious stuffs, and lets just say nothing good happened and not talk about the causalities that happened when people tried reading it. Sarcasm was a disaster. I was growing impatient every passing moment looking at the cursor blink and not able to write. All I could come up was a few posts on how to efficiently crack cheap lines and look stupid..!!!

Since my daily attempt to write was going nowhere, today I decided I would not write.Instead I will clean my room. It had been a mess for long. Instead I will rearrange my room. I will wash my clothes. I will find the door to get out of my room ..I will throw away the junk I have collected over time so meticulously.  I will shave off the beard  I will get a new look, change my "out of bed look" to a whatever a clean shave face fellow is called. yup, the chikna look..!!!! I will do something useful today. I will try and finish my pending chores today. And hence began the washing period started.
I washed all my clothes. put them on the drying line and just when I turned back, the drying line snapped and all the clothes were down.

I screamed..!!! I smiled.
Brought a roll of strong rope and tied it back. Washed my clothes again and hung them back.
I cleaned my room and I am sneezing like I have been cursed. Good news is that I found a lot of things that I once thought were stolen. My headphones, my hero pen, stapler pins, the missing sock, my old mobile charger and surprisingly an umbrella. (wow, I had that ??). I threw a lot of junks, notes, papers, cardboard pieces, glass pieces( ??????) empty ink bottles etc etc and etc. and the room apparently looks neat and spacious. In midst of all these cleaning that more looked like a mining operation, and between my thirty fourth and thirty fifth sneeze,( Ya, I count my sneeze. anything more than 63 means am suffering from cold.) I was struck by some ideas and I have been writing since then.

well, I haven't posted them yet but will soon do. One by one. Acccchoooooo..!!! sorry.. Buwahahahhahahahahaha :) :)

For now, please let me know if you have any ideas for the look of the blog.


P.S : If any of you feel that I am messy and my room isn't tidy, let me correct you. I am not. My room is more like a work of art. An abstract art actually. you may feel its messed, untidy and random but its carefully placed stuffs. Every thing that you see, from the clothes dumped in one corner to the books scattered, everything is meticulously placed and a reason and significance behind it. Its beautiful if you appreciate art actually.

Now Playing : Dum Diddly by BEP and hence the blog post name :)

Oh Woman..you kill..!!! (my version )

Hey there.. This post is actually dedicated to one of my favourite fellow bloggers.. RED :) and her blog RED HANDED.

Days back.. she wrote an amazing piece of story by the name "Oh woman..you kill..!!"  

I loved that so much that I decided to do a remake under the same title but a different story.. Its not as good as what she has come up the major reason because her story is very crisp than mine... but still.. This is for you RED..!! :) 

OH WOMAN...!! YOU KILL...!!!

I am not sure what woke me up, but the noises around me were now stinging me. The train blew its whistle out loud. The wind blows on the right side of my face resting on the window bars, while my left aches in heat and sweat. I try to stick my face completely  to the window but the sun is out, pricking every inch of my face. Genreal compartments are usually crowded. Today it was even more. Festive seasons. There is a lot of noise inside and outside of me. I just cant pay attention to either.

 I hear somebody playing “yeh dil na hota becharaa” on their mobile.

The train blows its whistle loud again and the engine hisses along. A station is approaching with an inferno of people waiting. As it stops, I see everybody looking at me with guilty eyes. Like they know it all. I cant shut anything out. My head aches once again. the noises are deafening.

I think of what happened last night.

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I saw her sitting the corner. She was scared. But there was nothing to get scared of. It was all over. I was trying to console her but she wouldn’t let me near her or listen to what I was trying to say. My head was splitting again. I couldn’t stand it. I leaned back to the wall and sat down right opposite to her. Her face had gone red but she still looked beautiful, just like the first time when I saw her when she moved into my building.

I dint like him. The way he used to hold her when they walked together. The way he looked at her and the way she looked at him back. He had her trapped and she never saw any of it. I knew he was up to something. His visits had increased over the period of time. I spoke to her once when in the elevator. She had the voice like silk. Naïve and innocent she was clearly not seeing that he was planning it all.

My head was now about to explode. This was getting intolerable. Intolerable like the way she smiled back at him when he used to say something in her ear. She doesn’t know about my love. Not yet but am sure she’ll love me back when she sees how much I love her. I never had the courage to talk and tell her what I felt. She wouldn’t understand that am her guardian angel, guarding her always. I tried sending a couple of anonymous letters warning her about him and his plans..but nothing was getting through her. He had her totally under her spell. He started staying nights as well.

I couldn’t take this anymore. I couldn’t stand the thought of her in his arms. I had to do something. And I did it. Slipped through the balcony door that was open and inside. They were barely covered. Coiled in each other they slept. 2 shots totally got covered in the noise of Diwali crackers. I knew he was gone but she was safe.

She was safe .

She yelled.. Screamed and I had to shut her mouth. I tried explaining her everything but I knew I had lost her to his spell. She held him and was still crying. I couldn’t see her crying like that. I tried to talk but she wouldn’t listen at all. She was screaming and crying but there was nobody around. The noises outside were too loud submerging her silk like voice. And it was then I realised She would never love me. She never had. All those smiles we exchanged at the local store, talks in the elevators or warm greeting at the hallway meant nothing. I was being made a fool. By both of them. Even her. I looked like a joker. Something they could talk about and laugh. She too loved to laugh at me and all this while I thought…

I got up. Went to her, held her. She was wriggling like fish out of water but I held her strong and the noises outside did the trick again. She was motionless and light.

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They lay in the bed cuddled in each other’s arms. They had made love. It was not their first time but today was something special. They were engaged. He got up and walked towards the balcony and lit a cigarette when he heard her say “that’s not good for your health. You know that right? It can kill you.” He smiled back, stubbed the cigarette and walked back to her leaving the door open; cuddled next to her while she kept her head on his arms. He smiled and whispered to her “oh woman, it’s not the cigarette, but its you that kill me”. 

He kissed her forehead, they smiled at each other before sleeping in each other’s arms.

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Now playing : Stan by Eminem ft Dido.

Awards night..!!

Okay.. I just couldn’t stop at that..!!

I did say a whole blog post about Shreya but I do have loads more people that I have to talk about. No No.. I won’t talk an entire blog about them ( I wish) but I surely will tell you a few things that I feel about them.

And these are the recipients for My Award.

So, welcome to the AWARD NIGHT.. This event is as prestigious as the  Academy awards.. so make sure you dress up well and read on..!!!

1.       The first person I would pass this award would be CHINTAN and her The blunt blog. And there is no way I could think of any other anme first :) Now Chintan, fondly called Chinto singh IS THE reason I started to blog. I met Chintan over 0 fiction when my friend added me to her group. I tried writing for it but obiviously I dint find anything worth in my real life that I could write about. But I always used to read the posts of 0fiction which then inspired me to start a blog. She is one of the best person I have met and over a period of time we magically bonded over twitter. ( the madrasan’s open letter actually did something nice. :) ) I read her blog religiously and is THE amazing blogger in this Blogosphere.  So Ladies and gentlemen, put you hands together for Chintan The blunt blogger Gupta..!!!

2.       The second person to whom I would pass this award is Chaitra. The person who actually introduced me to chintan. Chaitra was my senior at school and we lived in the same colony for a long time. She is a doctor who can write poetry, articles as well as her cooking adventures. She is multi-talented and much deserves this award. She is one person I can trust for a honest feedback when  I need one and she will put it in a way without hurting your ego. If you haven’t visted her blog, you actually have missed out one of the coolest blogger cum doctors (or is it other way around?) Ladies and gentlemen, the second award of the night goes to.. Chaitra and her life could be this..!!

3.       The next  person in the award list is the another veteran with whom, I started reading the blog posts. I loved her blogs so much that till I created my own blog and added her, her blog was saved as one of the bookmarks on my internet browser. I read her post “I love You Ducky” at 0fiction and that led me to her blog. She has the most organized and arranged blog. She is a fierce choco lover ( as she and her blog claims), of unknown Martian origin but irrespective all that, she is an assured  good read.. Ladies and gentlemen, yup you got this one right.. She is none other than Priyanka ThePEE VEE Victor.

4.       Dene wala jab bhi deta.. deta chappad faad ke.. Actually the next link in my blog chain would connect to the person who gave me this award, Spaceman Spiff.. but since she gave me this, I will pass this to a blogger whom I met on the chocholic’s confession blog. The next blogger has an ugly head and she herself tells everyone that her blog is something that she wouldn’t recommend to read. A mallu too, one can say that because of her uncanny sense of humor. A virgo in all the sense she is a lawyer in making. Her blog is full of posts that assures a stomach laughing one’s mind out..!! Yet her serious ones have a classy touch.. her signature style one can say. Well, I call her the vigilante who exists but doesn’t exist.. Whom we call RED...Ladies and gentlemen you caught her RED handed this time.. The next award goes to REDHANDED and her UGLY HEAD :D

5.       Out of all the blogs I can never miss this one. Why, because her blog name is my mother’s name :) She is an amazing story teller. A sweetheart. And in a short span of two months an amazing friends I have come across. I literally wait for her post and her comments because she is as generous with her good word as my mother with her awesome aloo ke parathas..!!  Short series of stories that can make you laugh, sad and cry, she is a story teller whom I envy very much and she knows it..!! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s an honor to present the next award to Philo and the blog Life through my eyes.

6.       I can never miss this blog out because this is one blog I can never drop a comment on. Not that I have not tried, but I am too speechless after reading his posts. Every time I visit his blog, I so much wish I was in love because there is love dripping all over his posts. God bless him and the wonderful person who makes me go breathless J allah tum dono ki Jodi salamat rakhe..!! Ladies and gentlemen, If you haven’t been to the 18 downing street, do that and get a dose of the brighter side of love. The next award is to none other than the time traveller who is back to save the planet and is in Love.. meet OVASIS at 18 downing street :)

7.       Akila.. how on earth can I miss her out. I would not..!! her photo blog is spectacular.. no wait.. its SPECTACULAR..!!!  What more can I tell about her, I was on my usual routine of dropping the blog of all my followers and leaving a thank you note when I came across this lady and her amazing photo blog. We spoke through comments and then it moved to twitter. She is one of India’s (no,not kidding) best photographers and has a phto exhibition coming up soon at Chennai :) Ladies and gentlemen, the woman who made light wed its shadow.. I present you Akila Venkatramani..!!!

8.       I wouldn’t be true with my award distribution if I haven’t mention this one person. A silent killer is all I can say..!! I never knew his existence till I joined twitter, casual talks over tweets, now one of my closest tweet buddies.. another mallu who can write well and mix humor in it so well.. His quick guide to stay in an apartment can leave you in splits.. He a menon.. he is a VJ… and he has a underscore too..!! Ladies and gentlemen, please meet Vijay Menon and his blog here I am..!!!

Now I have made sure that I have added the respective links as well, so If you havent checked them out, do it NOW..!!!

And the ones I have not added is not because I dont read or like you.. Its just that I had to give it out to these people first..!! plus its post 2 at night and I have a early day tomorrow.. but dont loose heart, I still have another award to give out..!! so smile please :)

Well, that's all from the workshop.. the devil signing off.. Good night.. god bless you all..!!

P.S : I will be hibernating for a while now. The reason being not able to actually come up with something decent. I have hit THE wall over and over again. Plus I have a load of assignments, seminars, project reports to present that has occupied almost all the time and thought process. AM sorry.. pray for a speedy recovery if you miss me :) ask for more trouble if you hate me.. am on twitter if you wish to find me.. But hey.. I am not writing doesn't mean I wont be reading you..!! so keep posting.. Love you all.!!

Confused soul anyone ?

If any of you wondered why I dint comment on Shreya AKA confused soul’s blog then read on.

No.. that certainly not because am an ungrateful asshole.. neither because I dont care.. It just BECAUSE AM ON SEVENTH HEAVEN ( I am still not sure if there is more than one heaven to be on seventh but try and not think of stupid stuffs.. you are you.. not me. )

Okay.. Where were we ??

Ya,. ahemm.. Seventh heaven :)

The reason is that I got a post dedicated to me??????????

Well technically half..but CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT ??????? I mean after a whole lot of crapping and bull crap nonsense that I used to post, I was feeling that I live a life of a royal to have 39 followers but a HALF POST TALKING ABOUT ME????  Well, Shreya did that.. BUWAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAH…!!!!

And before any of go green with jealous... Let me add a bit of mirch to your… Not only she wrote about me but also gave me an award..!! *howzzattt ??*

Firstly I seriously from the bottom of my heart want to Thank you.. You are amazing. And Unbelievable too. :):):D Not only did you passed an award (AN ADORABLE AWARD!!!!!!?????????!!!!!!!!! ) but also you did manage to write so sweet things about me.  I yam so berry bery yappy..!! *sniff sniff* Kushi ke aansu da.. !!

Now to some serious stuffs.. Am not writing this because she wrote me one. Well honestly speaking she had this coming.  I have been just a lot busy with stuck in so many things that I couldn’t even respond back to the comments properly. But enough about me.. Let’s talk a confused soul shall we??

Now since you all have read about me at her space.. its my turn :) Hum eent ka jawab pathar se deenge..half blog ka award ka jawab full blog se deenge..!!! :D

Now she says she checked my blog and added me on twitter because I have a name that’s of a famous Malyalam Actor ?? The truth is that’s the same case here. I added her because she has the name of one my favourite singer..!! Shreya :D :D  believed that ?? yes ??

then wrong because I dint. In fact, I have no clue (till date ) how she landed up on my blog but she ended up adding me on twitter. Rest is history now.  She is one of the most jovial persom I have ever met. “Jaisa ek heera hi here ki.. jaise kaanta hi kaante.. jaise dard hi dard.. paagal hi paagal..    Shaaa.. how do you say this.. hmmm.. okaie.. If you have watched the movie MIB, you see how an alien recognizes another.. that’s exactly I recognized her. (A mallu can always find another. that's the law of nature to those who dint know. If we dont find one, we convert one into our kind but we always end up with another messed up creature like us ) A sweet looking soul on the outside, a fun loving mad devil on the inside. Her Libran scales are perfectly balanced that way :) and of course like a typical Libran She knows how to impress people and say the right things at the right time :) She is already so popular in twitter I tell you..!! 

A true mallu blood she too has a good loads of sense of humor running in her veins. Not only does she cracks funny ones, she even manages to understand my poor pathetic ones. Hence supporting me to actually take a carrier option in cracking PJs. I usually take time to gel with people. I go through my own phases to actually open up but with her I dint have to at all. We instantly started talking and the third tweet was in Malayalam and by the end of the day, we had exchanged loads of movie humor and youtube links. THAT’S THE MAGIC OF MISS CONFUSED SOUL.  What can I say about her that isn’t so obvious? She is out there and am sure almost everybody reading this post would be like “oh Shreya, I know her.. ya.. so true.. she so sweet..!! ya this guy is bullshit, I wonder why an award to him” . One thing I know the reason I felt so comfortable in the first few talk itself is because she is one person who doesn’t try and impose an impression on you of her being something she is not. In fact she doesn’t even make you the need of explaining yourself to her.  She is soft spoken, the best thing I like about her is that she is not nosey unlike most. That makes her a perfect person you wanna have when really run into trouble. If being an amazing person isn’t enough she is an amazing writer too..!! If you haven’t checked her walk across the bridge yet then you have to because you are definitely missing some good reads.  

AM seriously  so lost in my happiness that I cant figure out what exactly to say. Of all this nonsense the moral of the story is very simple : Thnak you Shreya :D you rock da.. and ya.. thank you for the award as well :)

Having said that I would also like to award her blog with the award I have :)

P.S : most of the things she says about me are true and I have no clue she got them.. including the lazy part in the comment reply to PeeVee except for the fact that I wasn’t lazy to leave a thank you.. I just wanted to make it seem nice enough for her :)

THE WAITING ROOM CHRONICLES

My head was splitting into two halves. I couldn’t take the pain. Maybe I should have had something.  An empty stomach was only adding up to state of misery. I sat all alone in a corner. The fans were not working and the room was pretty crowded. There were small groups spread across the room. I left my seat and took another empty lonely chair near the broken window.

I read the sign board again. WAITING ROOM it said. 

A cold breeze that was blowing through the broken window was the only good that had happened in the last past few hours. Suddenly to my left a group of boys, mostly from the northern parts of the country started to sing.

“Dulhe ka seharaa suhana lagta hain.. Dulhan ka toh dil deewana lagta hain”

While one fellow was trying his best to imitate khaddar khan from the song, the other few were under the spell of zakhir hussain and beating the table with their bare hands. A few girls looked at them and giggled. As soon as they saw that, the team jumped to more new and peppy tracks.

“Teri teerachi najar ne, dil ko kar diyaaaa paaeeenchaarrrrr…”

I felt that my brains would literally blast out and splutter all across the room. I tried looking out of the window at the road that connected the college.

“Owwwwww.. paanchaar..panchaar.. teri.. paaanchaar..paanchaar.. owwww paaanchaar.. paanchaar… teri..owwwwwwww”

The song and the singers had turned into a vicious monster torturing its kill before it eats it.

“Ankit..!!!” somebody screamed… “ANKITTTTTTTTTTTT” everybody screamed. The khaddar khan from the choir team got up. “Coming sir.” Packed his stuff and left. Everything went silent for a minute, and slowly the chatter began to continue. The choir team dint seem to mourn for their loss but immediately started a new track.

"Sandese aaaaatteee hain. humeeeee tadappaaaaa te hain..!!!"

Now to those who don’t have a clue what was happening, welcome to the waiting room. And what in the name of god was I doing there??? waiting for my turn to attend the HR round for Infosys.

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1989, 3^rd December.

I was 2 years old. My parents were.. wait a minute.. that too old. I dint mean to go that back in time. Sorry.

Well, flashback to yesterday night.

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*phone rings.. sweet dreams by marlyin manson*

Me : yo.. ssup ??

Voice : daa.. did you hear the news ??

Me : nopes. Enlighten me.

Voice : its pool campus tomorrow at college.

Me : anddddd…???

Voice : GSSS is attending. Bwahahahahahhahahaaha

*GSSS is an exclusive girls engineering college. Strictly no male beyond the college gates. Urban legend/Rumor has it that the gates conceals some mind blowing babes behind it*

Me: WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT???? Buwahahahahahahahahhaha.. I joined.

Voice : so, whats the program ??

Me: serious bird watching. See you tomorrow. 9 at College CCD.

Voice : cool…!! Will summon the rest of the gang too.

Me :copy that. Over and out.

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*Today morning*

I was waiting in the college CCD all alone. Not a single Di*k from my class had come yet. The urban legends were true. There were good chicks, there were better and then THERE WERE SOME BOMB CHICKS *whistles as I write* I was making a quick mental notes of the incoming flock and based on the groups they were forming classifying them into which college they would belong to.

Suddenly all of them were moving into the seminar hall. No signs of any of class boys. I had to either wait for them or follow the birds. I decided to do the latter. I quietly tip toed throwing frequent glances now and then at few good ones, separating the ugly ones and the okay types. Everybody took their seat. So did I. A man in suit came on to the stage and started talking which I hardly was paying attention. For obvious reasons he wasn’t half interesting as the girls around. I dropped some quick message telling them my current location but none had responded yet. I carefully looked around.

The nerdy ones were jotting to whatever he said. Few were busy chatting and texting. I was in midst of all these when a guy asked me “excuse me but aren’t you from Mtech?” “Yup” I replied. “They are asking for you” he said. 

What??” I was shocked…!!! How did they know that I was there? I was cornered and was asked to stand up. I blew up my cover. The man in the suit asked me if I was from Mtech and I nodded. He said if you get through you would be offered a different package. So best of luck.

There was a series of chuckle as I stood up. I knew the reason why. While he was explaining me my package, everybody was busy reading the quote on my back that said ENGINEER IMPOSSIBLE..!!! Apparently everybody finds that funny. I dont. That says the plight of every engineering student.

I received a message from a fellow comrade, will reach in an hour. Now having an hour to kill, I casually walked into the aptitude room where they were allotting seats. Sat down in midst of two pretty looking girls and hoped they would ask me for answers. (hehehehehehhe,*evil laught* sadly they dint. Grrrrrr..!!!) The paper was easy, I actually completed quite fast. Walked out to find the rest of the gang sitting in the CCD.

We were in midst of fully faltu(nonsense) talks, when our class CR came and said, “George, your name starts with George ??” “Ya, who told you that ?” I asked. George was my sir name and I never say that out. He said, “Nobody, it’s on the notice board, apparently everybody now knows it.” He smiled wickedly. “Now get up and hurry, you have an interview to attend.”

I rushed back to my room, quickly changed into formals, took all my certificates and rushed back and was asked to sit in the WAITING ROOM till they call me.

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FLASH FORWARD-Present.

I plugged in my earphones and was listening to Led zeppelin when a boy tapped on the shoulder. “George, Are you George ?” “Yup,” I said “Prithviraj actually, that’s my sir name but whatever, what can I do for you ?” “Nothing, but if you want you can attend your HR interview. They are calling for you. you are up next.” He smiled and left.

I picked up my stuffs, packed them inside my bag. Pulled out my certificates. And walked in to find a lady sitting, waiting to take my interview.

I gave my interview, came back and slept off with my head on the desk for I couldnt take any of those chattering, singing ( ya, that was still happening and Ankit apparently had joined back leading the team ) or my very own headache.

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That was the end of the Waiting room chronicles.

P.S : By the way, I made it. Got selected J

P.P.S : to those who say Bird watching is a waste of time, I have a story to tell J J

Now Playing : Life sahi hai.. tension Nahi hai.. from Pyaar ka panchnaama J