SAFAR

The lushful Green grounds, low and high terrain , shiny sky and another moment cloudy one, nothing being permanent, small huts at the sides with smokes coming out of chimney as the train rumbles over the rails to Delhi. The visual inspection takes over the verbal deliberation while moving from one station to other.
Aah!! The Indian Railway is great. Presumably, the best means of transportation in India connecting every dots in the campestral and it offered me a very amusing experience while travelling.
It was a huge rush after train was half an hour delay with 5 min. stopping time at the station.Anyhow i managed to occupy my berth. The first happenstance was with a ‘Railway employee’. I didn’t knew that earlier. For a moment i thought him to be someone travelling without ticket.
I asked him ‘Bhaiyya, kaun si Berth hai aapki’ ? very formal indeed..Need to be.
“ye side mera hai, 3 seat hai ” came the reply.
Befuddled.
I wasn’t sure. I asked him for his ticket as he was travelling alone. The three name showed on his ticket , I asked the reason for wasting money on extra two tickets.
He said ‘’ye Railway mere baap ki hai. Ye ticket Free hai. Railway employee hoon, mera kya jata hai”
I went ice frozen after hearing his glib statements. ‘Aam aadmi’ pray for waiting tickets to get confirm at the time of journey. Anyhow,

Indian Railway is awesome!!

I went on to my berth for rest and slipped to my dreams. The next morning was clear and fresh while my globe of eye felt the coldness of air. I could figure out a man of scrawny figure, faded moustaches, somewhat worn-out clothes with a twinkle in his eye staring at me. Incessantly!
“Hello , good Morning” I said.
“Nice to meet you” came the reply. “We never met and do i Know you ? “
“I am unsure about me but you know me very well”. He said. God damn! How in this earth i came to know him. By the way , is he crazy. I suspected.
Pardon! My memory is freaking out. It would be great if you honour me with your identity.
“Barrack Obama is on his way from US to meet me in Delhi”. WTF!!
Deadly Frozen!! I interpreted his mental state of sub consciousness and went on to brush my sparkling teeth.

Again.Indian Railway is awesome!!

Then came the ‘Banaras’ the religious centre in North India and I saluted the sacred river ‘Ganges’ as train strolled over the rail before stopping at Varanasi Station.One of the Berth at the side went vacant. Then appeared a bugger, He was medium built probably of my age, football shaped belly with well suited attire. He dropped his bag on the seat while cribbing “ Gender Imbalance in India is on the rise, kitni kam bandiyaan hai yahan?” He raised his eyebrows to look for someone. Thereafter he went numb and Frigid!
“ There is none” Finally he spoke something. The Indian Goverment should be proactive in handling such major social concerns.
I went on laughing on the floor.

This time” Indians are awesome”

The air of anonymity disappeared within few minutes as we exchanged our views on present social concerns within India, too serious to procrastinate on such an issue. The vastness of knowledge which he had was amazing, the flow was nevertheless flowing like a river. Remarkable!
After an hour of intellectual discussion i heard some altercation between two persons.
One was a feminine voice and another one was a male voice. I went on to next compartment. What was that? I could see a lady fighting to a man for a seat. According To her “The seat is reserved in her name but this man has occupied the seat and refusing to return the same”
“How can you do that? You don’t have any sense of humour?” Jesus!! What has sense of humour got to do with a person occupying someone else’s berth.
To add more embarrassment she continuously kept on repeating the same words.
SHEER GENIOUS!!
Now i knew the reason of the Female Brains developing at such a different pace. Poor soul!
We could do nothing but to call the TTE and finally matter was resolved. She took a deep breath after a continuous show of absurdity.
I returned to my seat and dozed off at the melody of ‘lemon Tree’ and ‘Pink Floyd’.
There were many instances of such an experience but these were ultimate classics in their way. I have started enjoying talking with people of extra flavour of humour.
Just for Fun!!
P.S: This article is not meant to offend anyone or so rather pun intended in the same.

Paradox

The world has grown so big with tall skyscrapers and buildings but thoughts are still narrow. Despite innumerable cars on roads and commodities available people actually own far less.

In Switzerland there were more guns and less crimes, in India there are less guns and more crimes.

Love is subjective, everybody wants to feel it but very few people are willing to commit.

we have invented mobile to bridge gap between relationships but actually relationships today is just a name of formality.

we have files containing degrees and we lack knowledge much than ever. we criticize Indian politics,corruption,violence even though we bribe colleges for kids admission.
Very important, we have been to moon but never cared to explore the next street.

we drive recklessly, smoke profusely, drink abundantly, eat fast food regularly , hangs out with friends energetically and do everything without bothering pros and cons but never enjoy to live enormously.

The market is flooded with clothes and apparels but yeah 'More is Less' is the trend now. people prefer less cover to move on.

we rely on others sacrificing ones inner faith, we are efficient but not at all effective. we think we can do everything but working out everything seems next to impossible.

we have done so many great things but failed to do better things at micro level.
World for us is a everyday battle ground soliciting actions at the impulsive streak of desire rather than macro goal.
In the end, everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die.

Grrrrrr..Gaon!

I love dating places as far as hill stations are concerned with utmost vigor and passion. This is human nature i guess where people enjoy company more when they don’t know about each other. The comfort zone as such is not there but the nature brings people together for good recreation. Boys and girls have their own vested interest in moving places and hangs out in groups to enjoy more of their surroundings and people. Recently i have been to places like Gangtok , Nainitaal and shimla which are the places for dump of frustration, rejunevation and lots of enjoyment . The thought of going to these places is simply mind ticking. It seems like a flaunting feminine creature is waving her hands at a distant and awe wannabe on the hilly mountains. I just love it!! KEWL

My denizen is in gurgaon presently coz of my work ..Damn it!! People those who have pre opinions about gurgaon must judge it on the basis of their own intellect. During my rotational training i had to go Manesar for seeing facility at that site where few other major automobiles like Honda and Hero Honda have their facility. It was just an another day with cool breeze touching the skyscrapers ,roads flooded with cars and sky covered with black patches , smelled like rain and it rained heavily. Anyhow i was on my way to Manesar and witnessed heavy traffic , a flood like situation.

My eyebrows went still after looking at this. This is in fact a common site for people residing in ‘Millenium City’ in every street. It took a hell lot of time for me to reach my destiny.
The surrounding places names are something unusual .For an instance ‘Dharuhera’ is adjacent to Gurgaon meaning place for wines and Drinks.

Another locality is ‘Kapashera’ which says the trading place of cottons.

Gurgaon itself has a “gaon” in it and means Guru Dronacharya’s Village. What a joke. Most of the local people here are illiterate and very well settled with the support of their ancestral property. Other than local junta are us, who have nothing to cherish except city Malls, crowded and flooded streets and few dreams and desires. The dream of seeing this place as India’s “New York” is good if it is just a dream or else RCA (root cause analysis) has to be done at minute level .

PS: This was my perspective and i know this is in consensus with most of the people. This was just an observation.
Again this video was taken with my mobile cam , so please bear with it otherwise close your browser and have a good sleep.
Chill!!

chaiyya chaiyya!!

Four Australian police sacked in connection with cracking joke on electrocution of an Indian boy. The Indian demography is changing and younger generations like us are no longer taking calculative risks. The Indian Gareeb junta mostly take risks at the call of heartbeat..Dhak-dhak. Its time for self realisation and self actualisation rather than reciprocating to someone. One common risk is travelling at the roof of Indian train without aware of any dire consequences. Aah..This is India. To be precise ‘Incredible India’. We always take the path less travelled and most of the times comes out with something out of world as of now. I too had a personal encounter with such an incident on the outskirt of Delhi.


OMG!! For a moment i thought that to be a movie casting but it was totally a newfangled experience for me. The reason for such an adventurous journey here is the lack of infrastructure primarily due to politics.

There are numerous other ways to go risky and if people think they will miss their destinations and so likely it will be. The other way can be kissing the acme of Mount Everest , scuba diving or blah blah..

PS: The video was taken with my mobile camera not worthy enough of clarity, so please bear with it or else close your browser and have a good sleep.

NOMAD

I am just an another nomad!!

The world is full of needs,
hue and cry of extraordinary deeds,
where life is an ocean,
and full of devotion.

The tainted, scattered and whimsical devour,
disrupted, petrubed and disdained to detour,
death is inevitable and time locked,
happiness, griefs and pains are at doorknock,

Rented soul has to fly,
time and again they need to cry,
flying birds requires no care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

Nomadic thoughts are waste and futile,
arresting them cannot be excercised,
The ships at the harbour,sun at the horizon or, the cuckoos at the willow,
all speaks of destiny and hitherto,
let the world share joy and care,
not being a nomad is too rare.

'Bewdy'

Sophocles once said”call no man happy till he dies” i am in a state of neutral, neither sad nor happy. I think i don’t know myself.I don't want to trample his thoughts.

I have just returned from a night out with my friends after seeing munni in ‘’dabangg’’. My head is swinging, seems gravity is oscillating between 0⁰ and 360⁰. My steps are heavy, i cannot walk but i dare to challenge usain bolt right now.I am lazy to move and i am not into a stupor and didn’t had a pint of wine. I hate drinking and dining but love enjoying in everything i do.

I am blank , the world is crazy for me. Money is waste, necessary enough to own basic amenities. A concoction of thoughts is bothering me. My ram is heavily loaded and data retrieval is hanged up. I am not a supercomputer neither a surrogate. I think i am the greatest gift of God to mankind and i feel guilty of it. I have a sense of superiority to all the geeks and nerds. Why am i not a geek? I am envy of them. I remember Bill gates saying “respect all the geeks because one day you might fall working to them”. The world is an everyday living disaster for me and its beautiful too. I love the Germantown, love the way geese flies in aerodynamic shape, yumthang valley of Sikkim, the serene leh and many others which will go out of words. The world sucks! The recency of sound is bothering me and i don’t give a damn.

I am hungry but i am not foolish. Go and screw yourself the honoured ‘Steve Jobs’. I will make it without being foolish. I am being too much concerned and all of sudden everything flies out in an air of insouciance.

I have stepped up to my room onto the 2^nd floor. Its 4:30 in the morning. I am dying to watch another episode of “Big Bang theory’’ with a small chunk of my mind asking to go on a drive to NH-8,the express highway from Delhi to Jaipur. I love driving and i hate traffic. I want to teach a lesson of politics to Ms. Mayawati, ban Pakistani team from playing cricket, sack the CWG organisers, and restore republican thought in people’s mind. I hate politics and corruption, I love India. My room, the surrounding wardrobe, its ambience, bed and everything looks banal. I want to dance and dance like ‘’sallu’’ in ‘Dabangg’.

I am in my sense. The genie within me is trying to come out of the lamp and i want to do wonder. I am wondering. I am sleeping!

Common 'Wealth' Games

The third largest sporting event under the hands of Indian sports authority. who am i Kidding? Do i talk shock?

We are indians and we love being an indian. Isn’t it? Being an indian we have the natural inclinations towards bollywood movies, eating food through roadside vendors and the most obvious , cricket worshipping. Cricketers are god to us , we pray when they play and celebrate their century even if india falls into losing side. I am not in a motion to offend indians as i am one of them and always feels like a proud citizen. But , 'why' is the question of hour. We do wonders when we work individual and fumble very badly when it comes to team approach although there are exceptions. The slackness found in the time delay of preparation of commonwealth games is hurting india’s image at the global map.

This is the third largest multisport multinational event being held in india for the first time and every activity is under the scanner. The corruption is on higher end although still needs validation. The media and the newspaper are covered with corruption charges. Every now and then TV channels are fluttered with news of players backing out of game. Recently bolt refused to participate in commonwealth games because of his unavailability and the number is increasing day by day.The big organisational chaos will lead to many bad repercussions that will be felt very prominently in upcoming days. Foreigners visit India to see places and endure to come again and again but its high time we tighten our security systems and intelligence. The frequency of misconduct to them is rising requiring urgent attention. We will witness atleast 0.5 lakh people outside India for huge meet and security concerns doesn’t figure at the top. Politicians are culpable for giving support to relatives and a huge foul play that doesnt find any space of execuse. The crisis is brought up by severe wide corruption at work , the infrastructure are not ready before 50 days of countdown to CWG. Besides, the National players are not given sufficient assistance in practise play , essentially required to perform better but again the question is ‘why’? The whole locus of CWG is not at its original place but shifted at an arbit location.

The situation is either ‘Shape in or Ship out’ for us before the D-day. Hope we would make this event huge not by just flaunting opening and closing ceremony but also by the glory which our players will bring to us. All the best !!

The UNKNOWN

A girl in a morning walks through the desolted road of city to come across the silent orchid, the hassle free morning breeze and the twilight in which the sunlight is gradually taking the command of day. She looks serene with a candid smile on her face. She moves on the road uniterrupted as if she has been to that road earlier and knows every nitty-gritty of it. Everything seems familiar to her but her eye balls remained stuck on the road. she walks amid the messed up road by leaves , leaving behind her trails.She continued her walking until she found a road side temple at the end. She silently creeps into the temple but doesn't allow herself to get inside, although she found few people offering prayer to God.Is she scared? What may be reason for such a bent of repulsion.She offers prayer standing at the gate and leaves before any other person gets out of abbey.She is 'UNIQUE'. Her charismatic appearence have made me blindfolded.A sense of urgency suddenly rose up to know about her mysterious carriage. Within no time i found hertaking the same path of arrival.The universe seems alien to her or she detest being in harmony with nature.The urge suddenly became prominent and i started to follow her.Her walking speed now seems to gain momentum .She is hurrying but still looked focussed. I kept on following her. She is at a distance , the relative velocity had increased and still increasing.I had no idea about the anonymous girl and had bothered me a lot.without much ado i tried to reach her but she started running and vanished behined the doors of a residence.I dint bothered her a lot i suppose.I kept on thinking of her identity but she dint opened the door.The memory of her is deep engraved and the desire to know her remained far from reality.I looked back and wished the angel could speak once out of her globe.

Life in a Metro..

I have ended up my highly packed funfilled days of college and thrown into the world of Automobiles. Maruti Suzuki is overpowered and being commanded,controlled by foreign hand and is doing wonder. The summary of wonder lies in their approach of performing Kaizens and is practiced efficiently than other major Indian Automobiles. Please dont fall into preconceived notion of me being superloyal to my sweatshop.

Anyways, the shift from campus to corporate has not been slow and steady but definitely a giant stride. The change is welcome but any change at first is naturally uncomfortable forcing one to peep out of the cocoons, speaking invariably i wish if could get myself into the college days.

Without any kind of flurry i have tried to list the recent major changes here.

1. I come to life at 6:30 in the morning pretty hard to manage.

2. I am living with no clutch of " Discover " , my bike. I miss my babe.

3. I have not tasted "Old Monk" past 60 days,amusing truth but although i had a chance.

4. I am back to my school days with same stupid uniform as of my school ..that suxx.

5. I am living in a crowd of morons and some delightful and gorgeous damsel.

6. I can always find at my will the girl next door to delight me.

7. I can exactly tell the day that lies tomorrow.

8. I can figure out the new launches of Car in Indian market.

9. I have stopped attending inane lectures of college.

10. I am suffering from identity crisis.

The plethora of fun and excitement is never ending here.well its cheers for now and i am grooving for such a hectic life here !!

आज फिर वही दिन है

आज फिर वही दिन है,
न जाने क्यूँ लगता है साफिर,
गूम है आज हवा , रगों में है चुभन,
तन्हाई है इन साँसों में, दर्द में है ये दिल,
क्यूँ दिखे नहीं मंजिल, लग रहा आज फिर वही दिन है ।

सुबह की ताजगी भी है जुदा ,
दिन लग रहे है धूमिल , वही कशिश है पुराने दिनों की,
आज फिर से नल में पानी नहीं है,
अब आई है फिर से बारी,
अंडर pressure परफोर्म करने की पारी,
है वक़्त की ये गुजारिश,
किसी तरह कटे ये दिन बिन पानी , बिन बारिश।

P.S. : A morning in Gurgaon that left me frustrated and reminded me of my earlier college days. Kudos to all my roomies!!

stumbling upon..

I have been with my Discover DTS-I since i owned it in 2nd year but never before experienced such a Heck.


The usual day began with an unusual way in a sense i was committed to take bath on 14th Jan. It was 7:00 AM.People always and easily fall into the prey of some obnoxious rule. At least that's not a case with me.Nothing can change me today..i said to myself and then slept . The Heaven will fall on the day when i will find myself awake at dawn. I woke up at 10:00 AM . very soon i was done with my routine and Hankered for some work. Tata cummins was the first choice for fixing date of workshop in our college. The wind cheater , helmet and my Discover was ready to acquaintance me for the journey. Karun came along with me. Telco is quite a considerable distance from NIT and is well maintained, clean and wide roads , a lot of greenery and many sub roads are drawn from Main Road. Any new comer in Telco is bound to forget the road map. The city was put into big threat of safety by some notorious groups with 22 murders in past seven days. Unbelievable!
The mockery of jsr police was not to be accepted. The CRPF and jsr police were following joint venture . The mob of them was strewn all over the city. Suddenly i was realized it was section 144 imposed on city. Doubles on bike was not allowed. I continued my ride. i became ambiguous but still moved ahead with the inertia of crank. I saw one copper moving towards me with a machine gun in his hand. Fuck! He stopped me and inquired my identity and reason for doubles, Nothing serious and left us with a suggestion to go single. We Reached Telco and finished everything in an hour and headed back to NIT. I preferred to take another route to college.Fuck again ! I was stopped and asked to go single . Nevertheless it was ambit necessary to follow that. This was not just a stance. The total count was 11. I was wondering why i always chose the wrong decision in anything i do. Anyways it was over and it took a heck of long time.
15th January 2010, 8:00 AM: I had a missed call which i intentionally dint picked up in my sleep. I called back and my brother in law informed me of my photo scripted on first page of 'Prabhat Khabar'. I was amazed . I haven't done anything superior. I reverted to newspaper and found my semblance on the paper. Gawd!! That was stupid and more important that pic was taken without my knowledge while i was interrogated for my identity. I was on the front page for no reason. My mobile goes ringing again. This time it was from home. I picked up and had a talk with my mom.Thank god! she didn't saw newspaper. I was congratulated by my frnds .Sarcastically, they had something else in their mind. Nonetheless it continued and i was stumbling upon ..

ALL IZZ WELL

My memory is weak. I don't remember my Friend's Birth dates.I don't remember what i did on my last Birthday or what was the last time when i saw a Bollywood movie. I have just ended up with 7th sem and i find hard to pen down the subjects studied . I have a clear perception of being raped in 2nd year by R.K.P. in Fluid Mechanics. I remember i didnt saw 'Ghajini' . I curse the moment when i saw "Goal" featuring "John Abraham" although he is my favorite.I was reluctant to see any further idiotic movie.Finally, efforts of my friends paid off and I took a chance on "Amir" one of the idiot in 3 idiots.
It was 'Madhavan' who started the show and "Sharman Joshi" looked like a perfect Idiot,a lean creature struggling to stand hard on his feet . Omi Vaidya's role of chatur was awesome and movie proceeded with the flashback in their Engg. days. The two idiots were Vexatious to college dean and had lot of mischieves with "wangdu". The movie ends off in no time as if i lived into the character of movie.(an Idiot) The movie was good in a sense that it was exaggerated, hilarious and emotional at the end. I may sound odd but i feel "Amir" should have chosen 3 capable idiots aged 20 from B' town. No reason why 45 were pretending themselves to be 20.That sucks!! Raj Kumar Hirani scripts had the the same Hackneyed flavour and demanded something extra from his previous script. I wonder 'Chetan bhagat' and 'Hirani' fighting for their names for the script.The comedy part was welcome but the problem with B'wood will never end. Why do actors overact?? The dominance of looks over talent might be the reason.I don't know..why the actors carry themselves and don't just be the character. Although this movie may prove as self help for some of us and also self destruction for some of us. It was good for no reason yet i appreciate the funda of "Excellence" and straight away put me into the thought.The Indian audience will always love watching B'wood movie and taking junk food at road side.(that's what i do) The height of nonsense lies in going to theatre and watching unbearable shit and the movie is a big hit.WTF!! anyways it's the result that matters and "ALL IZZ WELL" if it ends well.