ATTACHED (Part II)

This incident opened my eyes to a fact which most of us ignore or just don’t realize.

We get “ATTACHED”

Attachment could be to anything living, non living, dead or alive and there nothing wrong with it. The problem starts when you lose something to which you are attached.

You try your best to get it back, without thinking of any alternative or replacement. You lose yourself and your rational thinking. The more you go in search for it, the more it eludes you…..
It’s like sand in your clenched fist …the harder you try to clench your fist the faster it escapes from between your fingers.....

But do we ever ask ourselves these questions:
“Am I searching for it because I need it, or because I am attached to it???”

“Can’t I look for an alternative and be happy??”

“Was that thing really so good and indispensable that I can’t manage without it???”

I was attached to my data cable. So attached, that the thought of replacing it didn’t cross my mind. I never introspected that “do I really need it?”It was not the need which really mattered; it was the fear of losing it.

Let go of this fear and you will feel free……

By now, you’ll must be wondering why am I so obsessed with this data cable and why am I boring you with this topic….

Try applying the same "ATTACHMENT" principle to human relations and your loved ones……you’ll understand why….

ATTACHED (Part I)

I rifled through my laptop bag like a mad man, and then I emptied the cupboard shelves. I then walked to the living room sabotaged it, followed by the kitchen and the sit out but ‘IT’ was nowhere to be seen. I was a ‘man on a mission’. After loitering around here and there and having made many futile attempts, my journey ended where it had commenced .I started exploring the cupboard again.

I reached out for something kept on the upper shelf and accidently sent a showpiece kept next to it crashing to the floor. Before it completed its journey to the floor, it extracted its revenge on me by hurting my foot. I wasn’t sure what pissed me off more – the wound or the mess that I would have to clean up. Nevertheless I continued with my quest of finding what I needed most at that moment – a ‘DATA CABLE’.

Yes, a ‘DATA CABLE’ the same old technological advancement which helps humans to transfer trivial and non trivial things from one gizmo to another gizmo. I had downloaded a latest chartbuster song from one of the free sites and now I needed it desperately on my mobile .By now I had already turned my entire flat upside down but still wasn’t in a mood of giving up. Just then, in the midst of all this chaos my roommate came and kicked my ass as hard as he could.

“You bonehead, what do you think you are doing???”He said followed by a few more cuss words.

I sheepishly looked at him and said “I was looking for my data cabl……” before I could finish I got another kick.

“You moron….you vandalized the entire flat just for a piece of wire…are you nuts!!!!” he said with a few more F and A words

“You could have taken mine….”

This took me by surprise. How come this never occurred to me?
I retaliated by saying “But I wanted mine….”

“Are you married????”...he asked with a hint of taunt…

“What???”

“No, I mean are you married to that wire…….”was his reply...

“Absolutely not, and by the way I needed it urgently because I wanted to transfer this song….”was my defence,although not convincing enough.

“Which song???”

To my surprise, I didn’t even remember the name of the sang which I wanted to transfer…..

“I don’t remember the name...”

“Oh great…you wrecked the entire flat for a piece of wire…which already had a substitute…and you don’t even know what you need it for…..”
“May I know the reason for such irrational behavior???”

I didn’t know what to reply…..I resorted by saying…. “Maybe I was ATTATCHED to it..........”

To be continued……

MOBILE KA RECHARGE!!!!!

"THE MORE YOU TRY TO ACHIEVE WHAT YOU WANT......THE MORE IT ELUDES YOU........."

Well the above quote is not copied.....it is a copyrighted material of mine.....It just came out of my stomach....
right now i am sitting in front my PC .....pressing *123# on my mobile......and blink.....wow...the eternal bliss........well let me read it out aloud....

YOUR BALANCE IS Rs 50.66 & AND VALIDITY UP TO 9/12/2009.....

Don't you think these are the most soothing words......at least they are for me.....they are like music to my ears.....

the never ending tale of recharge and no balance...it's a vicious circle....and most of the time I find myself on the same end of the circle.....the no balance one....

the more I try to preserve my balance....the more quickly I run out of it...
I have no clue where it goes...
I think the finance minister should make special provisions for youngsters like me...
mobile balance should me made a mandatory requirement....and should be given to us without fail.....and surcharges should be given...

I mean why not...just imagine....a no recharge....no top up life...
just you and your mobile...with no one to interrupt you..

I mean how how can someone stop you from using the best invention of mankind....the MOBILE..

no one would ever tell you...."YOU CANNOT MAKE CALLS TO THIS NUMBER....YOUR AVAILABLE BALANCE IS....."
I mean how rude that is...its the rude ruder..rudest thing you can say or hear...

Ok Ok...I get it....enough of my childish talks..I would bore you no more.....its just that something crazy happens to me when I recharge my mobile as I am used to seeing a balnce of 0.16 ...
people who are like me would relate with my emotions .. :) ;)

just as I am talking my balance have already gone from.....50.16 to 46.66..... :( :(

just pray for me guys.....so that I can keep my balance intact...

THE MAJOR PROJECT (Part IV)

-the Introduction

FUGITIVE 3: NITENDRA SINGH RAJPUT A.K.A NITTU

He is a real funny character in our group. This Rajput from Chhindwara was a very important member of our group as he provided us with the perfect base camp where we can sit and do our crimes. The base camp was his hostel room. There are many memories attached with that room. We had or first booze party there…We watched movies …matches…had surprise parties….nd what not……He was the perfect cohesive element in our group.

Nittu was the database man in our project…he was d only person who knew the database handling stuff...and thanks to him by d time d project ended we all got familiar with it…He was the first person to begin with the actual designing and we all joined in as the submission date approached…..

Overall a very friendly and resourceful fugitive…..

THE MAJOR PROJECT (Part III)

-the Introduction

FUGITIVE 2: PRIYANSH SHARMA A.K.A MONU

Well he is diametrically opposite to Jobin.He just loves to live his life.Hes d been there, done dat kinda guy. He has tried all the adventures an engineering student can possibly think of trying...but luckily God has given him a sharp brain...which makes up for his adventures.....

His role in d group was to give quick ideas and solutions. He was a master in doing dis.He worked in two modes, either ON or OFF…..when he is OFF you can’t make him do anything…But when he is ON he churns out ideas like a machine…

Hes a gem of a person wid a sharp brain and immense grasping power. He knows how to face exams nd excel in dem.Currently he got great marks in CAT ((91%ile) nd is pursuing his MBA from FORE Delhi...a great fellow fugitive....

THE MAJOR PROJECT (Part II)

-the Introduction

FUGITIVE 1: JOBIN.M.VARGHESE A.K.A JOBIN NETA

Now this is a very unique piece of an engineering student...you won't find many such pieces.To start with,he always does his assignments on time,never bunks his classes....never drinks..never smokes...teachers love him....I think you got the picture.We call him fauji,neta,nd various other names.....nd to make the picture more clear...He is now officially selected for the INDIAN ARMY...so by now u must have realized what kind of person he is......

His major job in the project was to keep everyone focussed and maintain disciplie in d group.He played an important part in the group bcoz oderwise we know what happens when five engineering students get together for night stays........He gave gyan in all d aspects of the development ,but ultimately we had to skip most of them as they involved hardwork and more or less we chose d kam chalau option........

But overall we needed a disciplinarian,an the answer was Jobin,......an IMANDAAR fellow fugitive....

THE MAJOR PROJECT (Part I)

-the Making

One of the very interesting and challenging job in the life of an engineering student is the "MAJOR PROJECT"


Challenging not because of the difficulty in creating it....but due to the difficulty to produce it in the stipulated time.
Now there are two ways of going about doing this job.....one is you do it...the other one is get it done (engineers must have realized up till now what i am saying,so let's not get into the details as it might hurt the engineering clan which includes me!!!!!!!)

So,just to make things difficult for ourselves ,we decided to opt for the first option......by the way my group included five great intellectuals (LOLs...).although initially we were unanimous in making this decision we realized it later on what fuss we have got ourselves into.....

To begin with let me introduce you to the group members (Not in any specific order)I call our gang the five fugitives.....nd by d way the thing we are carrying in the picture is my unlucky CPU!!!

A BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY (Part IV)

-the Middle birth & the Indecision

So far the journey preceded much to my liking. The girl was beautiful, I was a hero in her eyes; she thought I could read a book with stories…whatever they call it …kinda novel.

And to top it all that beautiful piece of homosapien talked……I mean all beautiful humans talk but somehow they do not end up talking with me, but this time it was an exception.

It was 10:30 .the good looking creature was now parallel to the floor and roof or more precisely she was sleeping……no wait, sleeping is when you close your eyes and surrender yourself to your dreams. In her case, her eyes were working overtime as she surrendered herself to that weird book with a weird name. I was kind of doing the same thing, but I was one storey above her and my eyes were working overtime as I surrendered myself exploring that beautiful piece of God’s creation.

She occupied the middle birth and I held my post on the upper birth .I always felt that the middle birth always suffered from an identity crisis between the upper and the lower birth. It remains hidden during daytime and pops up all of a sudden when people make out that they are falling one birth short. Also it was much hated by the late risers, because a large proportion of the passengers are comprised of the usual uncles and aunties who just love to wake up early more than anything else. Which means the poor middle birth has to vanish all over again and so it takes along with it your precious sleep? I really feel sorry for the ones who get to sleep on the middle birth. For me the upper birth rules supreme. No one would ever bother to disturb you even if you decide to sleep through your entire journey, although you have to tolerate this young generation kind of looks from the uncles and aunties.

So here I was back to doing what I did the best. I just kept looking at her,of course I had my book as my shield. Whatever this Da Vinci must have done in his life doesn’t matter, but he was doing an excellent job as my shield.i observed that all the uncles and aunties and their bachhas and bacchis around us were all asleep. I guess Malvika and myself were the only two nocturnal creatures on this compartment. At that very moment I told myself….. “You can’t waste this girl, the train is going to reach Bhopal at 4:30AM, then what???” this thought never crossed my mind before. She looked like a student to me………,it is very much possible that she is also going to stay in Bhopal; And if that is the case Would it be that difficult for me to get closer to her? I knew I did a damn good job in a few hours……….

Should I ask her then?

Or, should I wait for her to ask?

What if she doesn’t ask?

What if I ask and get a slap as reply?

I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally friends....your favourite most adorable blogger (der's no harm in self praise!!!!) is back from his year long slumber....

Actually the problem with me is....I just get bored of doing one thing...so I need a break sometimes..

To be very honest when I started of I was all exited and charged up....but as time passed ...the fire in the belly died down and I was back to my usual everyday stuff.....
Usual everyday stuff includes ....studying..(I know..I know...but achha lagta hain yaar bolne me!!!)....sleeping...attending colleges( LOLS..) and sleeping....(Oh I mentioned dat already.. :) )...etc etc..

Now finally since I have finished my studies (momentarily, as my 4 gruelling years of Engineering are over!!!).....so I have all the time in the world to get back to what I started with great enthusiasm..
So friends brace up yourselves to get bored again....as the undisputed champion of boredom is back from his hibernation....

And ders one more surprise...I have found a co-author..shes a great friend of mine and equally good at boring people...(I can guarantee you dat!!!)..

So cheers!! and happy blogging :) :)

A BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY (PART III)

the Pudin Hara

Once she came back all washed, we took out our Tiffins.

“I am sorry I took your bottle without asking………Actually I only brought one bottle and thought some extra water would help…especially after we have our dinner….”she said.

“Oh, I appreciate that; and besides we won’t have to get down refilling it at night……..”

I intentionally threw in that we to compliment her our……

I was really feeling as if I am having my Tiffin with my kiddo friend at the school recess. My mother made some usual prathas and aloo ki sabji. Malvika just took out some sabji out of my tiffin and tasted it. I mean what the hell was she doing????......... I could have been a terrorist who had poison in the sabji.The Railways was sick and tired of cautioning people not to take food stuffs from unknown people and here you have a teenager girl eating straight out of a guys Tiffin. Now one thing is for sure, I don’t look like a terrorist.

“Mmmmm……nice sabji, Aunty is a good cook I suppose”. She said.

“Yeah, somewhat. I am kind of lucky I guess……”

“Would you like to try mine………I made it; I am not that good a cook though………..”

Her sabji looked one of those delicious types which smelled like heaven. It’s hard to say no to pretty girls or to good food but when it’s offered together, it is highly impossible. So, I dug in. To my surprise, her cooking was just opposite to her character. As far as the taste is concerned I couldn’t experience it, because once I put that thing in my mouth the only thing I could think of was water. The amount of chilly she had put in was more than what my taste buds were used too. Just when I was about to spit fire she asked with an innocent face……. “Are you OK Rahul…………”

I was not OK …certainly not. My mouth had caught fire. But the sad part was I couldn’t give it back to her. I couldn’t tell her that her cooking had more chilly powder than the vegetables it is supposed to have. I could’ve actually taken her to court for being partial towards the chilly powder……..

“I am fine………, it’s just that your cooking is slightly on the hotter side…. and moreover my stomach is not that well……”.I said making up….

“Oh, wait I can give you something for your stomach……….,” she said and opened her bag pack from which she took out a purse. She started taking stuff out of her handbag and a million things came out-lipsticks, lip balms, creams, bindis, earrings, pens, mirrors, wet tissues and other stuff that one can live without. She found what she was looking for eventually.

“Here, you can have this Pudin Hara after your meal………”…..she said, reminding me of my mother.

“Oh, that’s so kind of you……..”…..first you give a bad stomach with your combustible sabji, then give a Pudin Hara…..phew…..but I wasn’t complaining

This was the best Pudin Hara of my life...........

to be continued............