Moments to remember...

My sweetie pal Aps sent across a sweet couplet. It goes -

When summer turns to winter,
And the present disappears,
The laughter we were glad to share
Will echo through the years.
Though other nights,
And other days,
May find us gone our separate ways,
We will have these moments to remember.

Nice one .... and is actually the summary of our lives. We meet lot of people, grow thick bonds and then head along in separate direction.

'G' left the workplace some days ago, my group has shrunk to just three. Me, Aps and Nidz - are the three musketeers braving the tides these days. Don't know what will happen in the days to come.....

Apna Koi Thikana Nahi

Well… this is just the last line from the pop-sufi song by Atif Aslam. He says that he is a vagabond and doesn’t know where he is headed to. I am really found of this song and can really empathize as to what must have prompted Atif to write this song. This song has been my G-mail tag line many times and now it is the heading of my blog. Cool… great going Yoj.

Almost everybody must have gone through tikes when they feel lot, left out and utterly confused ass to what will happen next. I’m going through this phase too… there’s work, there’s studies, parents, friends, office….. just too much happening at the same time. I got my exams in December. This is my last semester. I’ll be left with a project study after which my MBA will be over. Needless to say that I’m stuck with assignments, and lo there will be lot of smart asses from my class who will just ‘buy’ the assignments or will copy assignments form some seniors. And considering that I ain’t proficient in any of these skills, I am left with a ream of paper and Reynolds to finish the task.

Yes, kids buy assignment these days. I was totally unaware of this concept till some time ago. These things didn’t happen when I was graduating. Then, my dearest bro, introduced me to this concept. He had to finish couple of assignments on banking during his MBA days . So this dude went around seeking information, crunching it and putting it together while other from his class sort the services if ‘pappiji’. Im told pappiji is very popular with all the lads of Punjab University. One just has to explain his requirement (what project, which segment, which segment, which teacher) and pappiji will present a meticulously done assignment in 10 days flat. Lot of Arun’s classmates ‘bought’ the assignments and they got real good marks. My bro could only land up with average marks then since his assignment had lot of loopholes. I suppose it wasn’t done up as ‘professionally’ as pappiji had done the other assignment. So, for next semester Arun Sharma too sought the services of dear pappiji and was happy with the results.

He has promised that he’ll ‘arrange’ for my project too. So I’m little hopeful about it. Rest I don’t know how I’ll finish my assignments, especially when I’m going through maddening times at office.

Fasting over, feasting begins :-)

The great ‘Navratri’ season is on, actually about to conclude now. This is one festival when all scavengers (read non-vegetarians including me) shun the delicacies and stick to fasting and daily aartis. We’ll I was also a part of this regime. It seems like a military regime to me.

Mom says one should be polite to others, shouldn’t hurt other’s sentiments while he or she is fasting… but then how can you stay away from gossiping. It’s difficult to resist from office gossips :-)

Any way but it was a great experience. For people who know me well (like sweeto Deepti) will agree that it was a task for me. Also, the fact that I don’t I don’t stay with family adds to such situations. One can gorge on sumptuous ‘navratri’ food at home, but its really not possible when you are living in A-12. Trust me that woman makes pathetic food…. And me and Jyotsna were left on our own to arrange for our kuttu-pakoras for the nine days. But the results were mind blowing. I have become an expert in Kutuu dishes be it pakoras, parathas or tikki.

One thing that no body can miss is the festivity associated with Navratri. Markets are light till late in the evening, stuff like vrat ke chips is readily available and even fashion conscious aunties will happily march towards temples. All this sets up a beautiful atmosphere for Diwali. That is one occasion when Indian go berserk. Crackers, lights and celebrations light up the entire mood. Boommmm, baaammmmm …. and lots of fun.

More on this and my dandiya night in another post.

Back to blogging

Hey

This seems like a breather.

I’m back on the blogging scene and this time prepared to handle the cyber crooks around me. My last blogging attempt (one on rediff i-land and the other on blogger) had a huge ‘fan following’. Some ardent fan was wanting to comment on my posts every now and then…. and well that was an issue.

I don’t appreciated unsolicited guidance/advice/lectures from creeps :-)

This time I am braced with some techno tricks to stop unwanted people from commenting on my blog. Any way, this gyaan can continue forever. These days I’m busy with work and studies. And guess what… now my classes are held in Ghaziabad. So its like a back-to-back schedule for me. I travel to Gurgaon during weekdays and am off to Ghaziabad on Saturday and Sunday for MBA classes. I’m hoping this grueling session ends soon or else I’ll be left shuttling between Gurgaon-Delhi-Ghaziabad.

More travel stories in my next post.

Love.