…. ‘coz I have nothing better to write.
Whether you like it or not, this is how my room looked today morning. Photo’s taken from my mobile Nokia 6255.
Dont even try to look for a point behind this post…. Yeah! go ahead, say it. I know i’ve gone nuts…
I have returned from a wedding this morning. In spite of it making my weekend too hectic it has left me with a smile on my face. And the reasons are multiple.
The groom is my cousin, ex-roomie, friend and a wonderfully calm and composed human being. He also gives me tough competition in the laziness department, and in-fact he’s the only person in the world so far who has beat me into it a few times. The fact that he got married to the love of his life, makes me feel happier for him.
Weddings (specially weddings in our family) are a noisy affair, because of the collective craziness of our entire khaandaan. Typically maharashtrian weddings are very simple and lack any kind of show off. It’s only the hysterically loud laughter that our grand family makes, which makes it an interesting affair. This time there was an added zing to the wedding because the Bride comes from an Assamese family, so it was an interesting mixture of Assamese and Marathi wedding. The baraat was received in a Assamese way, with the typical holy sounds they make from mouth. Not surprisingly very soon our entire family was found practicing to make that sound. Minutes later when the bride and groom were on the stage for wedding rituals, the groom wore the conical Assamese topi while the marathi mangalashtaks were being sung.
The event also provided an opportunity to the relatives for filling my mom’s brain with unwanted thoughts. They had some kind of wicked pleasure in poking their elbows in my ribs and asking, ‘so when are you gettin married?’ and when i made bad faces, they went on quizzing ‘is there someone?’… AAARRRGGHHHH
but the best moment of shaadi was when a very beautiful cutie with a golu-molu face walked up to to me with hesitation in her beautiful eyes, and after standing in front of me for few mysterious seconds simply said ‘I love you‘.
It was such a lovely moment and it caught me so unprepared that I automatically responded ‘I love you too’. I wasn’t even finished admiring that look in her wide blue eyes, and she just ran away giggling while her other friends who were observing all this from a li’l distance ran behind her. It took me a while to realize that I din’t even know her name. So i went out, bought a chocolate and came back searching for her at the wedding venue. She was there, sitting pretty with her friends, chit chatting. Without giving it a second thought, i jumped right in between their conversation, saying ‘hey! girlfriend, you dint tell me your name?’ Her face changed colors due to the blushing, she said with her eyes buried deep down into the floor, ‘Shivani’.
‘So Shivani,’ i continued, ‘here is a small gift to begin our love story’. I presented her the chocolate bar and moved on to another room, I heard girlie screams by her friends behind my back even as I left. Within few seconds she came in running into the room, screaming with joy, ‘Mommy, see Amit gave me a chocolate because he loves me too.’
I was shocked to realize that her mom was in the same room where I was. I hesitantly looked at her mom, who was already looking at me – our eyes locked each other and then we both laughed. So did everyone else in the room, only my new 10 yr old girlfriend did not understand what the loud laughter was all about.
Innocence.
:-)
I was sleeping away to glory this morning when I heard a distant beep, subconsciously I decided that it was my cell phone which beeped because of some incoming text. While my eyes were still closed, my hand reached out to the side of my bed to retrieve my cell phone and even as I thought of opening my eyes, something told me “don’t spoil your sleep for that stupid message, it’s gonna turn out to be a spam sms”. I paused, and only then another voice from within said, “read it on, it’s gonna be good”. So I voted in favor of positivity, and half opened my eyes to read the text, it was from a friend and read only one word “Musaladhaar “.
I smiled and tried to look past the slit between the drawn curtains on my window. It seemed like very early in the morning, though i could not smell or listen any rains. So I looked up the time, it was around 9 am. “WOW!” I thought aloud about sleeping till that late :) I got up and ventured into my balcony and looked at the sky…. it wasn’t raining yet, but the clouds looked like a face just about to burst out with laughter….
Suddenly some sense prevailed and I decided to pickup clothes left for drying in the balcony. These clothes were hanging out there for just about 2 days now. “Lucky buggers”, i thought , “this time they are getting back to cupboard pretty soon”. I picked up the news paper, went back to balcony and looked around, there was something special in the air today.
I felt positivity filling up my lungs. I felt happy. “Great times are around the corner“, I murmered to myself and just then I felt a drop fall on my forehead, and then on my hand … it was raining.
I feel great today, and the best part is that I feel so for no apparent reason. :-) Life has been good, but then there is always scope for it to get even better. I don’t exactly know what to expect from life, but I surely feel that something great is just around the corner.Hope. Joy. Happiness. Musaladhaar.
“Good times begin with a good sleep” I thought, and jumped into my bed to catch another sweet nap.
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* Musaladhaar , for uninitiated, is a hindi word which signifies heavy rains.
** The pictures that you see above are from my very recent amaaaaaazing road trip to Ladakh….. and before you start asking about the travelogue and more pictures, let me assure you that it’d all be there in the very next post. :o)
Life As Usual.
Sine curve.
same ol' Routine.
2003 Kanpur-Delhi Shatabdi Express.
Mom's visit.
yumm Food.
"is there someOne?".
loads of Pampering.
"who is She?"
dusseri Aam.
"there Must be someone!"
a Lonely visit to past.
"let Me choose."
increased Interest in football.
"duh! yoU are impossible."
lots of Work.
2452 Delhi-Kanpur Shramshakti Express.
back to Canteen.
late Nights.
world Cup.
friends to sHare thoughts with.
hiGh expenses.
all time low bank balance.
big plans for a new High.
loW oxygen.
nEw f.r.i.e.n.d.s
packed Bags.
sunScreen.
sleePing bags.
adVenture extraVegenza.
no moBile.
no interNet.
no bloGGing.
a whOle new wOrld to be explored.
expecting pUre delight.
anticipated absolute KadKi*.
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See ya all…
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* for the uninitiated 'kadki' is a term which signifies the state of being penniless. Wait for the formal announcement of "AmitKen Welfare Fund", after I am back. I am counting on generousness of you guys. ;-)
But thanks for reminding anyway…
I got tagged by Chandni. Now I have never done a Tag before in my entire history of blogging. One reason for that being the fact that I never got tagged too many times. Though some of my regular and dear readers have tagged me before, I somehow never picked up their tags. I guess I stayed away from tagging for the fact that I feel little awkward being self indulgent.
But this tag was really a tough and challenging one, asking me to come up with 6 weird things about myself. Yeah! it was really very tough to choose only 6 out of so many weird things that I do ;-) Besides this tag is not about self indulgence, but gives me a chance to laugh on myself.
So for this reason I decided to take up this tag (and oblige Chandni) … ;-) Here you go with 6 most weird things about me:
1) When I am extremely tired, and I badly need lots of sleep… I keep lying on my bed for hours and I am unable to sleep. Perhaps I am too tired even to sleep.
2) While singing a song, I always end up messing up with lyrics. When my sis tries to correct me, i defiantly tell her that I am singing another song, with different lyrics :p
Sometimes this habit also results in some hilarious lyrics being made up, like once when I was singing 'Hero' by enrique and I ended up singing – 'I can be your hero babe, I can piss away the pain'. :D
3) While trying to concentrate on something, like tightening a nut-bolt, or putting a thread in the needle hole, or even opening the cap of a tightly closed jar – the tip of my tongue automatically comes out between my lips. I think its very weird and funny, but I don’t even realize when my tongue makes way between the lips and shows up ;-)
4) I am extremely bad at remembering names. Unless I specifically make efforts to remember it, chances are that within minutes of shaking hands and exchanging names I'll forget name of the person I shook hands with, and then I am too ashamed of asking the name again.
5) I sometimes pickup a silly word out of no where, and use it so often that the people around me get sick of it. Over the last weekend my pet word was 'hain!', on everything and anything that my friends spoke to me, I responded them with a 'hain!' – I kept doing so till they got frustrated and threatened to bash me up ;-)
6) While reading a magazine I always start from the last page, and continue reading it in that order, up to the first page.
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…. and one bonus – (7) I am too lazy to pick up 6 people to tag. So anyone who reads this is automatically tagged.
It's past 1 am on Sunday night, oh! In fact it’s already Monday. Until now I was sitting quietly doing nothing in my balcony enjoying the cool breeze, out of nowhere I got this idea of bringing my laptop here, put it on my lap and write something. I don’t quiet know what am I going to write at this hour of night. But at the end of it, if I actually decide to publish it on my blog – which again is something that I don’t know right now – please read it at your own risk.
This balcony of my apartment where I am sitting right now faces a small park. It’s really a small park with couple of slides and swings for kids and some 4-5 benches for people to sit on. The park is surrounded by apartments on three sides, and is used solely by the residents in these apartments. Though for some unknown reasons I have never been to this park. I mean if I have to go to this park I don’t have to make any special efforts, everyday when I get down from the staircase all I have to do is turn left instead of usual right, take hardly three steps and I'll be inside this little park. Though I have never been there but I like this little park, which has some grass in patches, some plants and some those which are bigger than being a plant but don’t yet qualify to be called a tree. What do you call such botanical entities? Whatever!!!
Everyday in evening I see kids from nearby apartments playing here. The slightly bigger one's trying to impress the smaller ones with their knowledge and power. Yeah! kids, if you hear them talking while they are playing or waiting for their turn on the swing, and I actually enjoy hearing them and seeing their facial expressions sitting in this same balcony, they use their wisdom to leave an impression on other kids. They talk all intelligently about Harry Potter, Shaktimaan, Popeye, even Sachin Tendulkar and other Pogo/Cartoon Network characters to prove their superiority over other kids. There are some smaller kids who obviously have lesser knowledge than the bigger kids but they have understood the power of creating a scene. So in order to leave an impression what they do is start screaming and everyone lets them have their way.
There is tough competition at their level too.
I remember in my childhood, like majority of normal Indian kids we mostly played Cricket. And I have always loved playing cricket. I was a mediocre player among my locality friends. There were two reasons why I was a mediocre cricketer – The first one being the fact that there were at least a couple of guys among my friends who were really good and superior players, and the second and more important reason was that many other friends in our cricket group were pathetic players. So, There!
We also played Football, which was played once in a while and was season specific. Like if it was raining then playing cricket was tough, but it was the most perfect time to play football. Some times we used to play some other desi games as well like Kanche (marbles), Gilli-danda (don’t know if there is an English name to that) and Patang-baji (kite flying). Though I never really enjoyed any of them much.
I could never ever control a kite and had to be content with holding the charkhi while other friends flew kites. That was the only reason why I hated summer vacations, when for some weird reasons everyone wanted to get on the roof top of their houses and fly kites instead of playing glorious game of Cricket. You had to compete with other kids in kite flying which was also called 'pech ladana' and when your kite was lost in the competition and the winning guy on the next rooftop screamed with joy 'woh kaataa!!', you almost compulsorily had to blame other guy for foul play, throw abuses at each other and sometimes even fight. And since I was basically a peace loving person, I did not like kite flying. Okay, the other reason for me not liking it was that I could not fly a kite.
Another sport which we played, and which I am sure not many of you have played, was Tree Climbing. Yeah! Tree climbing. There were many trees in and around our locality, and we often spent time conquering these trees. And mind you they were not small trees, they were giant trees some even up to 40 – 50 feet tall. We had trees of all difficulty levels – lean trees, trees with wide trunks, trees with weird shapes, and trees with absolutely straight trunks. We conquered them all, and this was one game I was an expert at. I was the first one to climb this tree which we considered Mount Everest of trees in our locality, and I earned much respect among my friends after conquering it. The only regret I have about my tree climbing career is that I could never conquer this huge Blackberry tree which was right in front of my house. The reason was simple; climbing this tree was not possible without my parents coming to know about this adventure sport of ours. And parents coming to know about it was not a healthy thing for the future of this unique sport. Also since my dad had grown a money plant (I still wonder why do they call it so?) and it had beautifully wrapped itself on the trunk of this Blackberry tree, my any attempts to climb the tree in absence of my parents would also have been noticed by looking at the crushed money plant.
Sadly the blackberry tree was cut off as it had become a major reason of nonsense for our home. In summers people walking by our house would throw stones at the tree in the hope that the tree would want to take its sweet revenge by throwing some blackberries at them, but most of the times they'd miss their target and the stones would land on our window glasses.
I miss you blackberry tree; your blackberries were the sweetest I have ever had.
I missed you a lot last night. It does not mean that I don’t miss you otherwise, but last night I missed you a lot more. I was out attending a party last night and had a great time partying, dancing and having a good time dancing with gorgeous girls. Very late in night when I was returning home from the party, my ears still buzzing with high decibel pulsating music, in that lonely moment I suddenly found my self craving for you. And by the time I reached home I needed you badly, even as I knew that you are not there – you are not anywhere.
The fact is that I miss you every moment; I have tried my best to forget you, but the urge to have your presence in my life increases with every passing moment. How can I forget that you were always there for me, no matter what time of day or night, no matter what mood I was in – whether I was in stress or I was in a burning temper – you always had a wonderful cooling effect on me. You preserved good moments for me and that exotic and tempting smell of yours always made me want come closer to you every single time. The ice creams that we shared on various freezing cold nights of December, the chilled drinks we had together on a scorching hot day of June and the amazingly good times we shared together don’t let me forget you.
Why do all good things have to come to an end? Why did you have to leave me alone in this world? I still struggle to find answer to these questions. Though you are not with me anymore, I have preserved you in my thoughts, and you are still a part of my daily life, though not in the same way. I guess the solution is not in forgetting you, but paying tribute to our journey together by staying happy – coz that is what you always wanted me to be.
It’s time to move on. It’s time to buy a new Refrigerator.
Checkout the pics of my old refrigerator and how it’s still a part of my daily life – though not in a same way.
[Click the pictures to enlarge...]
A typical weekend = 3 nights & 2 days
This weekend = old friends * get together * party * cooking * eating * drinking * singing * passive smoking * yummy food * happyness * no girls * driving 400 kms in and around delhi * road-side tea stall * no time to sleep * chatting * BC * laughters * leg pulling * loud music * no time for love / lust / heart breaks / senti stuff / nagging gf’s * boring movie (nau-do-gyarah) made lively by exclusive comments * smiles * singing Bhappi Lahiri song in a star hotel’s cafe at 3 am * kicking some ass * literally ROTFL * quality hindi singing – serious compitition to Himesh Reshammia * innovation at abusive language, desi style * exausted * sleepless * breathless * JOYousness
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Life is lived every moment in company of great friends :o)
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Update (3/3/06): Just noticed that my blog has been recognised by WordPress as one of the ‘Fastest Growing WordPress.com blogs‘.
4.30 pm – the last Indo-Pak ODI is beginning to get interesting. If I was not host of the meet, I would not have moved even an inch away from the live telecast on Ten Sports. “Poor planning”, I say and drag myself out of the house with a great feeling of sacrifice.
4.55 pm – even as I am on my way to Jantar Mantar, I receive a call from Amit Gupta, who has already reached the venue. I am glad to know that there is at least one more person who sacrificed Cricket match for Blogging. I am happy that even if it’s just two of us – technically I can say that Flogger’s Meet happened – better than it being called a Flopper’s meet.
5.15 pm – I reach the venue, and apart from Amit Gupta, I also find Bhushan and Smita already present. 4 people in all (I can call it a huge success now.)
6.15 pm – Twilight Fairy calls to complain that they are not letting her in Jantar Mantar (some people have a very good judgement I tell you, just like wordpress – whenever she comments on my blog, they are filtered out as spams. I love wordpress :p). So we move out of Jantar Mantar to catch up with her. Puneet is also accompanying her.
6.30 pm – We move to CCD in CP for where Ajay joins us too in a while.
Now, did we have fun? Oh! boy we did and how…
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