Friday, December 21, 2012
Friday, March 12, 2010
Hang out @ 3:30 a.m.
Date: 11th March, 2010.
Time: 2:33 a.m.
Received Call: Ankit 98600*****
Me: Hello
Ankit: Hello, jago ho?
Me: haan yaar, tum kab aaye?
Ankit: Bas abhi aaye aur tumko call lagaye…
Me: Tab! Mil liye Disha se?
Ankit: Nahi yaar, nahi mile, bahut kaam tha aur itni garmi tha Mumbai me ki mat puchho… Tab kya kar rahe ho?
Me: kuch nahi yaar..bas time pass. Net pe baitha hu..
Ankit: Kahi ghumne chalna hai?
Me: abhi dhaai baje hai, saadhe teen baje poha khane chalte hai…
Ankit: Theek hai, fir sabko jaagete hai..
Me: Theek hai fir aao.
************************************************************************
Let me tell you the context, Ankit is one of my closest friend in Pune. We almost spend every evening together loitering in the city. Yesterday he went to Mumbai, which created a breach in our daily routine. As soon as he reached his flat late night, he made this call to me. Since the car (one of his friend’s) was with him, he offered me for a night hang out.
Exactly @ 3:35 a।m। Ankit was there at the gate of my society. The gatekeeper gave me a stern look, I ignored him and squeezed in the car since all the four seats have already been occupied by Ankit @ the driver’s seat, Rohit @ the navigator’s seat and Banwari & Manish @ the rear seats. With music on, and Ankit’s feet firm on the accelator paddle we moved towards Amriteshwar (name of a snacks center) @ Nal Stop (name of a place).
Amriteshwar is one of those exceptional snacks centers which starts functioning @ around 3:00 a.m. in the morning. I believe this comes under its (Amriteshwar’s) Marketing & Promotion Strategies as he does a handsome business at this odd time. A good crowd daily visits this place in between 3:00-6:00 a. m., obviously most of them are either so called stagnate students (few exceptions are always there) or Call Centre employees.
“Uncle, teen (three) pohe, do (two) samose aur paanch (five) chai ( tea)” Ankit asked the vendor to deliver these eatables with a hundred rupee note in his hand, I was accompanying him & others preferred to stay out of the mob at the vendor’s counter. The vendor who is a short heighten , dark, pale fellow, in his mid fifties or may be forties first returned the change money & then five tokens for tea(which is supposed to be collected from another counter), then the two samosas wrapped in a piece of old newspaper and finally the three pohe which we passed amongst ourselves with the help of Rohit. We decided to finish our snack item first & then we will proceed toward the tea counter to have it. While eating all of us preferred not to talk much (elder’s say-“Don’t talk while eating, it’s bad habit”) and concentrated on our snacks.
Pohe is a National Breakfast snack item here in Maharashtra (other most popular companions are wada-pav & upeet).I am sure that you all must have had it, if not please try it, its really tasty and can be cooked without much effort (Sasta, sundar aur tikaau).Let me tell you one more important thing about the samosas which I & Ankit were eating were not the common one’s. Instead of regular stuffing of aloo (potato), it contained patta gobhi (cabbage). I think you will find these rare samosas only in Pune.
While we were eating, I took my eyes for a ride of other happenings in our surrounding. Around 50 people were present there, mostly in their shorts. Few others who were returning back from their offices were wearing jackets(its common in pune that people wear jacket throughout the year, irrespective of any weather) and few strange men were also wearing pullovers( mind the fact that these days it’s hot & humid weather here in Pune). All of them were having pohe or somasa or atleast tea with a fag in the other hand. This place is supposed to be the distribution point of daily Newspapers in that area, therefore a bunch of hawkers were doing their work of arranging the Newspaper bundles. Suddenly there arrived a bike (white colored & black stripes on it) with orange colored beeping lights, fixed on the leg guard of the bike, carrying two men. Yes!!! you got it right, they were cops. They were also in a mood of taking a break on their night shift duty, so everyone was relaxed.
After everyone of us completed their snack items, I proceeded towards the tea counter, Ankit & Rohit accompanied me to pass on the tea, but no one was there to provide us the same. Uncle from the first counter said “Doon minta thaamba.”(Marathi for- ‘wait for two minutes’). Again the cops came under the coverage of my eyesight, neither had they ordered something nor anyone offered anything to them. They came at the tea counter, crossed it, took two empty disposable glasses, filled them with tea and moved inside the Snacks Center). From Government Servant they have transformed into Self Servant.
Ankit said “Arre!!! Idhar dene ke bajaye andar leke chala gaya”. Actually when the first cop took out tea , Ankit thought that he is the tea vendor (since he was wearing a jacket over his Uniform ) and will pass on the tea. I took the charge of explaining him the difference between a Cop & a Chaiwala. Anyways, that person soon came who was supposed to deliver the tea. He did the same & we were back in the organized group of Boys- relishing the tea @ 4:00 a.m. as well relishing the moment, pulling legs of each other.
After finishing the tea we all moved towards the car. This time Manish on the navigator’s seat & Rohit on the rear seat, every other position remaining the same we decided, instead of directly going back lets take the long route from University Road so that we can enjoy the ride as well. This decision became memorable because Red FM was really airing some good soft old hindi movie songs which made the ride even more enjoyable. Ankit increased the volume when this song aired- ‘Hey Ganpat, chal daru laa’(from the movie-Shootout at Lokhandwala) just few minutes before reaching my place.
Around 4:45 a.m., Ankit dropped me at my place & we all exchanged Good Night almost in the Morning. After changing my clothes, I went to my bed. Suddenly it came in my thoughts that our College life is about to end, & these golden moments are never going to come again in future. Everyone passes through this phase of life, therefore I decided to share my night out with all of you so that you can remember your college days or can imagine your future college days.
Time: 2:33 a.m.
Received Call: Ankit 98600*****
Me: Hello
Ankit: Hello, jago ho?
Me: haan yaar, tum kab aaye?
Ankit: Bas abhi aaye aur tumko call lagaye…
Me: Tab! Mil liye Disha se?
Ankit: Nahi yaar, nahi mile, bahut kaam tha aur itni garmi tha Mumbai me ki mat puchho… Tab kya kar rahe ho?
Me: kuch nahi yaar..bas time pass. Net pe baitha hu..
Ankit: Kahi ghumne chalna hai?
Me: abhi dhaai baje hai, saadhe teen baje poha khane chalte hai…
Ankit: Theek hai, fir sabko jaagete hai..
Me: Theek hai fir aao.
************************************************************************
Let me tell you the context, Ankit is one of my closest friend in Pune. We almost spend every evening together loitering in the city. Yesterday he went to Mumbai, which created a breach in our daily routine. As soon as he reached his flat late night, he made this call to me. Since the car (one of his friend’s) was with him, he offered me for a night hang out.
Exactly @ 3:35 a।m। Ankit was there at the gate of my society. The gatekeeper gave me a stern look, I ignored him and squeezed in the car since all the four seats have already been occupied by Ankit @ the driver’s seat, Rohit @ the navigator’s seat and Banwari & Manish @ the rear seats. With music on, and Ankit’s feet firm on the accelator paddle we moved towards Amriteshwar (name of a snacks center) @ Nal Stop (name of a place).
Amriteshwar is one of those exceptional snacks centers which starts functioning @ around 3:00 a.m. in the morning. I believe this comes under its (Amriteshwar’s) Marketing & Promotion Strategies as he does a handsome business at this odd time. A good crowd daily visits this place in between 3:00-6:00 a. m., obviously most of them are either so called stagnate students (few exceptions are always there) or Call Centre employees.
“Uncle, teen (three) pohe, do (two) samose aur paanch (five) chai ( tea)” Ankit asked the vendor to deliver these eatables with a hundred rupee note in his hand, I was accompanying him & others preferred to stay out of the mob at the vendor’s counter. The vendor who is a short heighten , dark, pale fellow, in his mid fifties or may be forties first returned the change money & then five tokens for tea(which is supposed to be collected from another counter), then the two samosas wrapped in a piece of old newspaper and finally the three pohe which we passed amongst ourselves with the help of Rohit. We decided to finish our snack item first & then we will proceed toward the tea counter to have it. While eating all of us preferred not to talk much (elder’s say-“Don’t talk while eating, it’s bad habit”) and concentrated on our snacks.
Pohe is a National Breakfast snack item here in Maharashtra (other most popular companions are wada-pav & upeet).I am sure that you all must have had it, if not please try it, its really tasty and can be cooked without much effort (Sasta, sundar aur tikaau).Let me tell you one more important thing about the samosas which I & Ankit were eating were not the common one’s. Instead of regular stuffing of aloo (potato), it contained patta gobhi (cabbage). I think you will find these rare samosas only in Pune.
While we were eating, I took my eyes for a ride of other happenings in our surrounding. Around 50 people were present there, mostly in their shorts. Few others who were returning back from their offices were wearing jackets(its common in pune that people wear jacket throughout the year, irrespective of any weather) and few strange men were also wearing pullovers( mind the fact that these days it’s hot & humid weather here in Pune). All of them were having pohe or somasa or atleast tea with a fag in the other hand. This place is supposed to be the distribution point of daily Newspapers in that area, therefore a bunch of hawkers were doing their work of arranging the Newspaper bundles. Suddenly there arrived a bike (white colored & black stripes on it) with orange colored beeping lights, fixed on the leg guard of the bike, carrying two men. Yes!!! you got it right, they were cops. They were also in a mood of taking a break on their night shift duty, so everyone was relaxed.
After everyone of us completed their snack items, I proceeded towards the tea counter, Ankit & Rohit accompanied me to pass on the tea, but no one was there to provide us the same. Uncle from the first counter said “Doon minta thaamba.”(Marathi for- ‘wait for two minutes’). Again the cops came under the coverage of my eyesight, neither had they ordered something nor anyone offered anything to them. They came at the tea counter, crossed it, took two empty disposable glasses, filled them with tea and moved inside the Snacks Center). From Government Servant they have transformed into Self Servant.
Ankit said “Arre!!! Idhar dene ke bajaye andar leke chala gaya”. Actually when the first cop took out tea , Ankit thought that he is the tea vendor (since he was wearing a jacket over his Uniform ) and will pass on the tea. I took the charge of explaining him the difference between a Cop & a Chaiwala. Anyways, that person soon came who was supposed to deliver the tea. He did the same & we were back in the organized group of Boys- relishing the tea @ 4:00 a.m. as well relishing the moment, pulling legs of each other.
After finishing the tea we all moved towards the car. This time Manish on the navigator’s seat & Rohit on the rear seat, every other position remaining the same we decided, instead of directly going back lets take the long route from University Road so that we can enjoy the ride as well. This decision became memorable because Red FM was really airing some good soft old hindi movie songs which made the ride even more enjoyable. Ankit increased the volume when this song aired- ‘Hey Ganpat, chal daru laa’(from the movie-Shootout at Lokhandwala) just few minutes before reaching my place.
Around 4:45 a.m., Ankit dropped me at my place & we all exchanged Good Night almost in the Morning. After changing my clothes, I went to my bed. Suddenly it came in my thoughts that our College life is about to end, & these golden moments are never going to come again in future. Everyone passes through this phase of life, therefore I decided to share my night out with all of you so that you can remember your college days or can imagine your future college days.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Difference….
We all take birth as a blank canvas to which our parents, family, society, culture & civilization fill colors and aroma. As we grow up we learn & develop the understanding of our existence in this Universe. We learn new things at home with our family, in the colony where we live, at our school where we attend our formal education, from books & magazines which we read regularly, from television, radio & other media sources which we follow regularly and many more sources are there which makes us learn. All these sources, especially our society plays a major role in the making of a ‘Human Being’ which is said to be the most intelligent living being on planet EARTH.
I am also one of those Human Beings, but there is difference!!!
I am different to many other human beings.
I am a boy, a rajput, a hindu, a resident of eastern U.P., a north Indian, an Indian, a south Asian and there are many more differences between me & others on the basis of sex, caste, color & ethnicity etc. I am sure their would be some more parameters on which I could be differentiated from others.
In school, we had a subject named Civics in which I read about Fundamental Rights of an Individual according to the Constitution of India. The first one was ‘Right to Equality’. I learned it by heart without even understanding its meaning but when I understood the meaning, I was mature enough to sense that this is not at all true. No one is equal, our society is full of differences-
Differences between a boy & a girl,
Differences between a rajput & a kurmi,
Differences between a hindu & a muslim
Differences between residents of eastern & western U.P.,
Differences between north Indians & south Indians,
Differences between a Bihari & a Marathi
Differences between a Hindustani & a Pakistani
Differences between a South Asian & an American
……………………………………
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And above all, you must be familiar of the most important difference in the society-
Difference between RICH & POOR.
We are no longer so called Human Beings, We are just a Difference…………….
Saturday, February 13, 2010
What is LOVE……………????
This question aroused in my mind today, that “What is Love?”
(NOTE: Since I am not a Mythological story teller let me clarify that I am not talking about Lord Ram’s elder son LUV).
Off course we all know that the affection, care, attention, compassion (and all other synonyms of the word) which a Mother shows towards her child, which a friend shows towards another friend, which a teacher shows towards his students, which a Doctor shows towards his patient, which an artist shows toward his passion (& many more examples are their) is Love.
But today, I am talking about that Love which is the best seller amongst youngsters and cultivates between two individuals of opposite sex (usually but exceptions are always there). Yes, you got it right, I am talking about that latest Pollution content which is causing breathing problems for some individuals (for few bloggers atleast) as we all know “Love is in the air”.
This Love is the most common topic amongst Indian movie makers. They Direct a regular Masala flick, it revolves around Love. They Direct a historical saga, Eternal Love is the base plot. They Direct a suspense thriller, some extra marital Love is involved, even in an Horror movie some Love is mandatory to involve. I am sure you must have heard names of some flicks like- Love, Love in Tokyo, Love Aaj Kal or even Love 86 and the list goes on (forgive me for not being a data base of such movie names).
This Love is the major cause behind the booming growth of the Telecom Industry in our country. Thanks to this Love which created the idea of Unlimited Free talk time tariff cards & increased Telecom Cos. revenue voluminously. This Love converted many of my close friends into Call Centre employees and this Love is the only reason behind those dark circles on their faces.
This is that same Love to which some social communities (those who have taken the responsibility of saving our culture & religion) say that this is an upbringing of western culture & is a conspiracy behind destroying our own Indian culture. This Love is also a reason behind many curfews & road rampages in our country. I don’t know why they name it as Love when it is creating lots of Hatred in our society?
….hhhhhaaa!!!!!!!
Let me KISS (keep it simple stupid)
On the occasion of Valentine’s Day please answer my Question-
What is LOVE……………????
(NOTE: Since I am not a Mythological story teller let me clarify that I am not talking about Lord Ram’s elder son LUV).
Off course we all know that the affection, care, attention, compassion (and all other synonyms of the word) which a Mother shows towards her child, which a friend shows towards another friend, which a teacher shows towards his students, which a Doctor shows towards his patient, which an artist shows toward his passion (& many more examples are their) is Love.
But today, I am talking about that Love which is the best seller amongst youngsters and cultivates between two individuals of opposite sex (usually but exceptions are always there). Yes, you got it right, I am talking about that latest Pollution content which is causing breathing problems for some individuals (for few bloggers atleast) as we all know “Love is in the air”.
This Love is the most common topic amongst Indian movie makers. They Direct a regular Masala flick, it revolves around Love. They Direct a historical saga, Eternal Love is the base plot. They Direct a suspense thriller, some extra marital Love is involved, even in an Horror movie some Love is mandatory to involve. I am sure you must have heard names of some flicks like- Love, Love in Tokyo, Love Aaj Kal or even Love 86 and the list goes on (forgive me for not being a data base of such movie names).
This Love is the major cause behind the booming growth of the Telecom Industry in our country. Thanks to this Love which created the idea of Unlimited Free talk time tariff cards & increased Telecom Cos. revenue voluminously. This Love converted many of my close friends into Call Centre employees and this Love is the only reason behind those dark circles on their faces.
This is that same Love to which some social communities (those who have taken the responsibility of saving our culture & religion) say that this is an upbringing of western culture & is a conspiracy behind destroying our own Indian culture. This Love is also a reason behind many curfews & road rampages in our country. I don’t know why they name it as Love when it is creating lots of Hatred in our society?
….hhhhhaaa!!!!!!!
Let me KISS (keep it simple stupid)
On the occasion of Valentine’s Day please answer my Question-
What is LOVE……………????
Friday, February 12, 2010
Definition or Explanation?
Most of us love it, many of us hate it. Some say its life, others say it is chamber of Death. For few its style quotient, for others it is a scar on character. Some call it waste of money, many others say it is a good way of making money. Few men call it as an element of time pass, few other good men say it is something which terminates time. Some says they can’t leave it, all others say why should we catch it? For few it’s the best friend, for rest it is the worst enemy……..
Anyways let me cut it short, I am talking about CIGARETTE.
Different individuals call it by different names, e.g. Sutta, fukki, ciggi, bidi or few other smarter men name it as Fags, Cigs, and Smoke etc. Some extraordinary names are also awarded to it, like Coffin nails, Smokie Treat or even Cancer Sticks. You might have heard people referring it as “Dhumrapaan Shwet Dandika”, I wonder where lies the origin of this word-our Hindi Language or our Hindi film Industry.
Why am I stretching it so long, when I just wanted to define it????
“A cigarette is a small roll of finely-cut tobacco leaves wrapped in a cylinder of thin paper for smoking. It is ignited at one end and allowed to smoulder; its smoke is inhaled from the other end which is a filter tip made from cellulose acetate and is held in the mouth”
STATUTORY WARNING: CIGARETTE SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH
Anyways let me cut it short, I am talking about CIGARETTE.
Different individuals call it by different names, e.g. Sutta, fukki, ciggi, bidi or few other smarter men name it as Fags, Cigs, and Smoke etc. Some extraordinary names are also awarded to it, like Coffin nails, Smokie Treat or even Cancer Sticks. You might have heard people referring it as “Dhumrapaan Shwet Dandika”, I wonder where lies the origin of this word-our Hindi Language or our Hindi film Industry.
Why am I stretching it so long, when I just wanted to define it????
“A cigarette is a small roll of finely-cut tobacco leaves wrapped in a cylinder of thin paper for smoking. It is ignited at one end and allowed to smoulder; its smoke is inhaled from the other end which is a filter tip made from cellulose acetate and is held in the mouth”
STATUTORY WARNING: CIGARETTE SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Being Successfull
“If you get up in the morning & go to sleep at night and in between do ,what you like, consider yourself a SUCCESSFUL MAN”.
This was the definition what I knew about being Successful.
But things are not as simple as they look.
I get up in the morning, complete the daily routined stuff, get myself ready in an formal attire (which I don’t like), go to college & attend few lectures of some global subjects like Organisational behaviour(which I dont like), appear in some spot tests(which I dont like). Mug up some books just to pass in my semester exams & get good grade (which I dont like or almost hate to do). These all things I am doing, Do you know WHY? “To be a SUCCESSFUL MAN”. Because as long as I do all things consistently, My chances of getting good grades will flourish and those so called GRADES will help to grab a healthy paying job and at the end that Job will help me earn the tag of a SUCCESSFUL MAN in the society.
So now I have learned that for being Successful don’t do What You like, Do what Others want you to Do. Then only you can be a SUCCESSFULL Man
This was the definition what I knew about being Successful.
But things are not as simple as they look.
I get up in the morning, complete the daily routined stuff, get myself ready in an formal attire (which I don’t like), go to college & attend few lectures of some global subjects like Organisational behaviour(which I dont like), appear in some spot tests(which I dont like). Mug up some books just to pass in my semester exams & get good grade (which I dont like or almost hate to do). These all things I am doing, Do you know WHY? “To be a SUCCESSFUL MAN”. Because as long as I do all things consistently, My chances of getting good grades will flourish and those so called GRADES will help to grab a healthy paying job and at the end that Job will help me earn the tag of a SUCCESSFUL MAN in the society.
So now I have learned that for being Successful don’t do What You like, Do what Others want you to Do. Then only you can be a SUCCESSFULL Man
Success
If you get up in the morning & go to sleep at night and in between do what you like, consider yourself a SUCCESSFUL MAN
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