DDLJ

O ji sare movies ek taraf aur DDLj ek taraf.....Its unparallel..Even after 13 years of release it appeals. To me like crazy. For me its the bEST movie ever watched. DDLJ jaisi koi movie nahi ho sakti. I remember going to Sapna Sangeeta theater 5 times to watch the movie when i was in class XII. Today Inox stands in its place, but the road to the theaeter from Khandwa Road is just itched in memory!!

Watching it time and again over DVD makes me relive those wonderful school days when I turned myself around.

From an introvert to extrovert to no fear........

Cant stop giggling when i remember "aao aao" and when we said the same to Rekha Pillai madam, our fiery English teacher whenever she arrived for her lecture.

Boy o Boy!! Bade Bade deshon me aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti he!!

DDLJ

O ji sare movies ek taraf aur DDLj ek taraf.....Its unparallel..Even after 13 years of release it appeals. To me like crazy. For me its the bEST movie ever watched. DDLJ jaisi koi movie nahi ho sakti. I remember going to Sapna Sangeeta theater 5 times to watch the movie when i was in class XII. Today Inox stands in its place, but the road to the theaeter from Khandwa Road is just itched in memory!!

Watching it time and again over DVD makes me relive those wonderful school days when I turned myself around.

From an introvert to extrovert to no fear........

Cant stop giggling when i remember "aao aao" and when we said the same to Rekha Pillai madam, our fiery English teacher whenever she arrived for her lecture.

Boy o Boy!! Bade Bade deshon me aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti he!!

Heart Breaking Stuff and a trip down memory lane to school day exams!!

It’s a heartbreaking story again. Though some success still comes in the picture, but it almost blurs out the holistic picture. Total result stands out as failure and not as expected. When you miss anything by say 1 % or 1 mark or even within a whisker, it rankles. At best can be termed as bad luck. Luck can’t be blamed if it happens for 2 exams in row. Last fortnight I had missed out Java certification exam by 2 marks or 3 %. Today I missed out on the PM Elite certification (process management in software projects) by 1%. Passing was 65% and I got 64%.

Multiple choice have never been my forte. I have always faltered in them. Engineering entrance was a failure 2 times in a row 12 years back. Could never crack the GATE to be in a range where I could get good PG insti (read IIT). If it was a descriptive exam to write the answers, I am up for it. I always stood amongst the toppers all through my school and college. I could elaborate the descriptive papers like no one. Write, write and write. Though not taking too many supplementary copies like some people do to impress the examiner. I did basic decorating stuff like draw ruler lines on both sides of the page, underline the question mark, number, write PTO at the end and all that stuff. Few of my competitors in school who were girls decorated like hell. I couldn’t never do that. They had multiple color pencils and pens. I always believed blue / black is for you, red is for the checker and the green lies for the principal. But few of my classmates used all this colors with huge discount. Of course the impression helped. The teachers were intelligent enough to gauge whose answer copy it was by studying the writing. May be some bias helped, but when it came to MATHEMATICS, I ruled.

Guptas and we (me and my cousins) ruled the batch of 98. Me and my cousin alternated with the top rank. And then it was Gupta’s. Kirti and Manisha. Amazing hand writing, amazing Hindi vocab and overall good impression. Needless for me to say we always were at loggerheads during early school days only to laugh at when we reached the stage at 12^th to part the ways. Lost the touch thereafter only to come to know that Manishaji is in my own company and Kirtiji is a collector in some district in MP (she cracked tough IAS). And wow, myself a lousy Programmer Analyst in Indian IT company and my cousin a smart about to be manager in MNC based in Chicago.

My exam began at 930 AM. I had been in the exam mindset since today morning. Got up @ 530 Am and read out Servlets – the topic I missed out last time. Also chatted with my niece Aishu online on gtalk. In the long run the topic didn’t help much in scoring. First exam was PM elite till 1030 AM and then next one to follow was Java Bridge from 1030 to 1130 AM. I began the exam Sehwag way – bang bang boom. Done in 25 mins. Double check in next 5 mins and at 32 mins I clicked submit with a hope to clear it. The result said it was heartbreak for me. Yet again. 64 %. 1 short of passing.

Being out at 1005 AM with 25 mins to go for the next exam, I went to the food court dejected and had a Butter Milk to pep myself up. Next exam I sat till the last second of 60 mins and analyzed and analyzed. Chopped off the sure questions, double checked the doubtful ones. In the end when I clicked submit, I got the error message “Exception while saving to the database. Please retry”. After checking with Admin, I came to know of the result. It said 72% and I cleared the exam. Cut off was 65%. I was relieved.

2008 even in its parting stage stamped up its authority for me. A year of misses and near hits. Near hits in the sense I made up almost only to lose in the end. Something which I have to rectify in 2009 and be like India team of 2008 in 2009. My first new year resolution comes in form of a defeat……

Award Times and my DiarY!!

Time for the new recipients of the awards :

Long back i had started an award for being Free Spirited and Independent blogger. In the sense free of clutches of bloggerly pleasures i.e not caring about the comments or the world what the world would say.

This time it goes to following set of wonderful bloggers :

• Arunima...
• MultiMenon
• Amrita~Ams

For their wonderful spirits of blogging and writing what they want.....

Enjoy the award and flaunt it!!!

A good day today...Was able to execute what i had planned....Rare happening this...Tired after the long travel to Pune from Indore in Raj travel...There is a deep bond b/w me and Raj travels. Have travelled umpteen times. Now i dont ev1 need to have a tkt for the same. Quote the name and ticket number, u get teh seat :)

Got the keys of the new apartment. Packing in progress. Have to get it cleaned and vacate the kabootar khana. Should get the deposit on time.

Office was pretty boring. Reached at 1130 and signed off at 545. Mails dint matter much as most of them said mailbox s approaching 200 MB limit. No work on the projetc, was busy studying certifications for tomorrow..PM arrived late and to stamp her authority that she is in control of things, she drops a liner "what are we doing now"...Fake up the things. Say you are planning X deliverables in Y days....And then she would feel yay she is able to get things done.

She was irrelevant today. My PM is a lady and its tough. Have to be very stringent when i confront her. A wrong sentence n my bums are screwed.

Nothing much is happening on other fronts. 31st i m shifting, TV is irrelevant. Dish TV sucks. Blog rocks. Story effort has come across good. My best effort. Just that i dont know the end. The end of a story. Very tough to define. Happy ending or sad ending dont know. Life is not always about happy endings. Some things ji end up at a very bad note. Jaise kuch blogs. THE END. One misunderstanding and the END ji....Itna aasan hota he hurt hona ? Kisi ne ek baat bol di jo aapke expectations ke hissab se nahi thi aur aapki dosti khatam. Aise to nahi chalti jindagi.

Aajkal ke generation me patience nahi he. Not that i belong to other generation. i belong to this generation. Patience to even i dont have. But then bolne me kya jaata hain. Mera blogging to end nahi hona hainji. Shadi ke baad bhi. Jo bhi bandi aayegi, i dont know if i wud share my blogs with her. No i wont. Thats a done thing....

Apna blogging end karwa sake aisa koi mai ka lal ya lali nahi hainji siwai ek ke. Aur wo ek sirf me hu.....Jab tak blogging karoonga shan se karoonga. Kisi ke aage na jhukna, na kisi fake blogger ya uski gang ke samne ghutne tekna. Enough is enough.....

And yes Ghajini is very ordinary movie. Nothing great!!

Award Times and my DiarY!!

Time for the new recipients of the awards :

Long back i had started an award for being Free Spirited and Independent blogger. In the sense free of clutches of bloggerly pleasures i.e not caring about the comments or the world what the world would say.

This time it goes to following set of wonderful bloggers :

• Arunima...
• MultiMenon
• Amrita~Ams

For their wonderful spirits of blogging and writing what they want.....

Enjoy the award and flaunt it!!!

A good day today...Was able to execute what i had planned....Rare happening this...Tired after the long travel to Pune from Indore in Raj travel...There is a deep bond b/w me and Raj travels. Have travelled umpteen times. Now i dont ev1 need to have a tkt for the same. Quote the name and ticket number, u get teh seat :)

Got the keys of the new apartment. Packing in progress. Have to get it cleaned and vacate the kabootar khana. Should get the deposit on time.

Office was pretty boring. Reached at 1130 and signed off at 545. Mails dint matter much as most of them said mailbox s approaching 200 MB limit. No work on the projetc, was busy studying certifications for tomorrow..PM arrived late and to stamp her authority that she is in control of things, she drops a liner "what are we doing now"...Fake up the things. Say you are planning X deliverables in Y days....And then she would feel yay she is able to get things done.

She was irrelevant today. My PM is a lady and its tough. Have to be very stringent when i confront her. A wrong sentence n my bums are screwed.

Nothing much is happening on other fronts. 31st i m shifting, TV is irrelevant. Dish TV sucks. Blog rocks. Story effort has come across good. My best effort. Just that i dont know the end. The end of a story. Very tough to define. Happy ending or sad ending dont know. Life is not always about happy endings. Some things ji end up at a very bad note. Jaise kuch blogs. THE END. One misunderstanding and the END ji....Itna aasan hota he hurt hona ? Kisi ne ek baat bol di jo aapke expectations ke hissab se nahi thi aur aapki dosti khatam. Aise to nahi chalti jindagi.

Aajkal ke generation me patience nahi he. Not that i belong to other generation. i belong to this generation. Patience to even i dont have. But then bolne me kya jaata hain. Mera blogging to end nahi hona hainji. Shadi ke baad bhi. Jo bhi bandi aayegi, i dont know if i wud share my blogs with her. No i wont. Thats a done thing....

Apna blogging end karwa sake aisa koi mai ka lal ya lali nahi hainji siwai ek ke. Aur wo ek sirf me hu.....Jab tak blogging karoonga shan se karoonga. Kisi ke aage na jhukna, na kisi fake blogger ya uski gang ke samne ghutne tekna. Enough is enough.....

And yes Ghajini is very ordinary movie. Nothing great!!

First Steps Together -- Part V

Christmas was very special for Mattie and Teddy. They had confessed their love for each other on this very day. Since then every Christmas day, they used to make sure that they celebrated the Christmas together and visited Church together, attend mass and service together, buy Christmas gifts to each other. And they would ensure they keep it secret from each other. Even if meant speaking lie or duck the question asked on cell when the call might come from other person while shopping.

That day when Matt proposed her right in the center of Times Square (42nd Street) outside Starbucks, Teddy was stunned. She knew it was coming. But didn't know it would come soon. Matt had invited Teddy for a stroll around downtown Manhattan. Those days Teddy was in Philadelphia and she had been to NYC very few times. So it was a god sent opportunity for her to go visit NYC and spend some time with Matt too. She had heard from her friends and folks that NYC looked like a bride during Christmas days and the famous Times Square were just amazing and rocking with the hustle and bustle for the festivities. December is a period of HOLIDAYS for entire USA, so the country was gripped in the festivities and shopping. Malls lured the customers with BEST buy offers.

Teddy reached Journal Square at around 830IS by the SEPTA buses plying between Philly and NJ. Matt picked her up from the Journal Square and drove her to the New York City.

They had a hot dog outside the BEST BUY store in the 33rd Street, walked down to the 42nd street to have a Star Bucks coffee. Star Bucks was their favorite. Matt and Teddy first had Starbucks in their offices when they met first post the Sametime conversation.

As soon as they came out of the Starbucks, Matt who was in Santa attire took hold of Teddy and kissed her on lips. That was a gentle kiss. Teddy didn't expect it. But she didn't object or protest. She allowed herself to fall through to Matt. Unknowingly they had walked from 33rd street to the 42nd street hands holed and occasionally Teddy resting her head on Matt's shoulder. She was 5.7. Matt was 6.1. Neither of them noticed that. They just went through the motions and when the Starbucks arrived, they got back to the real world. Neither knew what they spoke all the way.

"Tedd, I know that we are very early into this thing, which is shaping up to something very surreal and heavenly. I don't know what it is and if this is the right time for me to say you what I feel about you. I don't know a bit what I am doing or what should I be doing in this case. I don't know where I would be 10 years down the line or where you would be, who all you and me would be in this long years. All I know right now on the holy day of Christmas is that I want to spend my entire life with you. I would love you day in and day out for the rest of my life. "

Teddy froze. Her eyes remained wide open. All she could do was mumble an "ohh yeah…." in response to what Matt said. Matt had just proposed her with a chocolate. Snickers, her favorite and Matt had got a bagful of them.

She knew she was happy within. She wanted to scream with a YES then itself. The way Matt had began the "thing called friendship" said it all to Teddy that sooner than later he would pop the question to her and she would have to nod for it someday.

All throughout the Manhattan stroll she was excited within but didn't show up on the exteriors. In response to what Matt said as part of the proposal, all she could do was kiss Matt on his cheek and say "Would let you know soon".

By 730 PM Matt and Teddy were back to Jersey City and Teddy had alight the SEPTA bus back to Philly. It was a memorable NY trip. Too memorable for the rest of her life. She had carved out a dream for her. Just fallen for a guy whom she felt would sweep her off the feet and would keep her hooked and thrilled for rest of her life.

It was 930 PM. Matt was fast into the bed. No beer that day.

He lay in the bed thinking all this stuff before he saw a message on his cell phone. The message read "Hey thanks for the wonderful day spent together. You made my Christmas special". It was Teddy.

He replied back "It was my pleasure Teddy. Good night and have a good Boxing day". He had shut his shop for the day.

Teddy wasn't going to close it so soon. She shot back "Dude call me".

"Teddy it's too late now. We would speak tomorrow. You think over the proposal and let me know what you think about it."

"Dude I m no mood to sleep. Talk to me now. You want me to call you. Any problems ?

"Nah Teddy, no problems. I was with my cousin. He had just come over. So was speaking to him". He pretended.

"You are sweet Matt. You know I have thought over the answer to your question".

Matt sent a blank text message to Teddy in reply of the message he received.

"Mattie, you alright? You just sent me a blank message. Never heard of blank message".

"Smtims i gaze in sky n c a beautiful face smilin at me. Thts Teddu, hey can I call u by this name…The blank message I sent you is my diary, my world. Come paint it with love of your life . Color me Teddy."

"Go watch a mirror dude, you would see a smiling assassin face. Thanks for the wonderful reply."

"Teddzie, one more thanks and you are fined"

"Dude I wont mind your fines. Do as much as you wish. I d happily oblige."

"Great. "

"Matt, I love it when you say Teddy to me, when you say Teddu to me. I feel the best in the world. I feel I am for you. I feel I am right here for you. It sounds cho chweet when you say Teddu with the crinkle in the eye and the long pause that follows. I love when you kiss me gently on my lips and then I close my eyes to be with you. Sync with you. Merge myself with you. Merge my existence with you Mattie. Here is Teddy, committing herself to you forever. I love you too Matt. I would love you day in and day out for the rest of my life. And we would make our life together great. No matter we might or might not have great pleasures of life, we would have each other and that would be enough for us to live a life full of content and love. I love u Matt".

Teddy called up Matt to pledge her love on the Christmas day.

"Teddy, thanks. I almost died out of the excitement. Listen my heartbeat. Its still going strong in anticipation. I love you Teddu and lets be together. This one is right for you. The first kiss of our life together which starts this very moment on the divine day of Christmas."

And Matt kissed Teddy on phone itself.

Both were silent. He just wanted to go running to Teddy, hold her and kiss her wildly. Make love and never let her go away even for a sec.

Teddy within ---Part 4. Wishing Merry Xmas to ALL...

Guys, i know this is a christmas pre-eve....wishing merry xmas is the order of the day, but please say smthin on the STORY too.....wud love ur critical / welcome comments on the 'STORY' content too!! This is my close to heart stuff and have written with lot of energy and thoughts....Appreciate your comments on the STORY as well!!

Note : Writing block is prolonging on for long now....Ghazni post was rubbish, so gone in trash bin...Here is 4th part of Matt and Teddy story -- focus this time on Teddy. Its Christmas time. Wish everybody a MERRY XMAS and very festive year ahead...I had a deep wish to celebrate XMAS in NY. NY looks like a new bride in XMAS times...Saw that first time in 2005, then again in 2008 Jan. may be next year...Anyways i am off to my home. Enjoy your Christmas puddings, cake, sing carols, get gifts and live a happy life. Wish that I live a happy life too....Wish me folks!!

Off to the story.........

Teddy, the name that was Matt s life. She was the pivot round which Matt s life revolved. She was a typical modern outlooked girl, for whom the career meant everything, her ego boosted from the work she did, the appreciation she got, the mails of applause she got, the words of achievement her managers uttered to her, the high esteem that her colleagues viewed with to her. She was a girl with no-nonsense attitude.

She hated clutter and had a penchant for cleanliness. She wanted perfection in everything she did. Nothing less than 110% would excite her, but she had a thin line drawn between the family and work. Her parents were working and at times stayed away from her in other city. When Teddy was in her grad years, she stayed mostly in hostels of the varsity and that gave her go get it attitude. She learnt to be independent and successful in her grad years.

She wanted to live a peaceful successful life full of fun and excitement. She was a bit laidback and a bit calmer side, but when the small kid came in her personality she wasn’t behind anyone to enjoy the pleasures of life.

She had a strong willpower and she was sensitive too. She was emotional in her first few years of life, but staying away from her parents for her studies and then hectic working hours made her tough nut to crack. Hard experiences in office and life made her tough and practical. She liked to work hard and weekends were full of work for her. She didn’t want to waste her life in doing lesser things. Her ambitions and strong desire to implement them made her work to achieve them and she brushed aside every challenge that came in her way with equal ruthlessness and continued her travel.

She had lesser friends but whatever she had, they were life for her. She made a point to spend some time with her when she was free and together they went for shopping and girlie talks were common. Her dressing sense was not very conventional, but she had liking for long skirts, tapestries and jeans on non formal days. When she d loose her hair and decide to party to work out the residuals of her work schedule, she d prefer the tight short skirts and sleeveless tops. She wud enjoy the life to full before getting back to the rat race.

Deep within, she thought that she could well make up a relationship, but some how she kept avoiding it. She was ready to go through the grind, but she feared the breakups and the pains that come as package along with it. She knew she would not be able to give time to the relationship for her strong work schedule and now she was at a stage of career where she couldn’t have taken a back step.

Her start to her engineering graduation wasn’t auspicious and she had to take a year s backlog to get to her course as there was some mug up for her marks and then she had to accept the hard fact that she had to waste 1 yr of her life. When she finished off her grad, finding a job was tough for her. She had to wait for 7 months to land up in a job to get one. And she took all what came in her stride in the way to take up the job. She took journeys to silicon valley, north coast, California, New York, DC and Chicago for that elusive job, but finally she did land up in Systems America as System Integrator.

She travelled in septa trains when she dint have enough dollars to spend on the journeys. She skipped a meal to save some cents for her job hunt. Flights were no-no, cars were banned, and car taxies were too expensive. She walked lot of blocks on foot and in rains, snowfall and scorching summer. She did rest but only when she was in the Systems America in Manhattan, 44th street, 6th avenue.

She had liking for singing and she did sing a few times in her college concerts and in her school days. She had just brought her first music system on loan and that was credible for her. At a point in her life she thought that it was enough working day in and day out. And now time came to do something to take that step for a settled life, not necessary the marriage, but a commitment. She wanted to have that “committed” status. And in her guy she wanted compatibility; she wanted a peaceful life where she could enjoy those intimate moments with her beau. She was a bit laidback when it came to free expression of her feelings and expressions, shy when it came to making love or locking the lips. She didn’t take the first initiative, but she was courageous enough.

And one day when she just walked to her apartment from workplace, she thought about the direction she was heading to, she thought about her friends of college and school who were committed and many of them had started the wedded lives too. She had achieved a lot in her career, a respectable position in her company, a good work profile, and enough experience good enough for a good salary package after a switch. She was alone and she missed her family. Her parents were in a state where they had to stay away for their business. She felt it was ripe to get someone to be with, someone to enjoy the spare and leisure moments together, some shoulders to land on when weaker emotionally and some back to pat on when in the uncontrollable maddening laughter.

And that’s Teddy – a headstrong, committed, fiercely individualistic girl for you, for whom few days later there would be moments that would take her breath away. She would be known as Teddu, Ted, Teddie for Matt. His sweetie….

Time Pass di Galla!!!

Finally ji breathin relief yaara....Flat hunt got over and i signed the dotted line. 20 flats, 3 brokers, 3 decision changes and 2 weeks of drama, finally sadde pados di building vich menu shift kar dittasi 1st jan nu.

Aaj kal de life vich ek project, ek life partner hor ek flat vaddi mushkil se milne hain...Project da punga to purana hega, te flat ka is saal nu duji baari takleef honde aayi hain.

Saddi writing da band baj gaya hain. No mood to write. If i do, i write problems, so i thought to post stories till i get back in groove. So the constant parts of stories on Razmattaazzz.

I feel I do write good stories. The one currently going on has aplenty of romance and love flavor in it. But may be people dont like it or they feel i write shit. It pains to see very intense writings get no takers. And something very shitty get 100s of reviews. On the name of nonnets or haikus or bhaikus or whatever....English ka log band baja dete hain.

English shredded apart in SMS lingo. Poetry in form of proses or paras, exchange of awards and hugs more than your perspectives or your thoughts are big turn offs for me. Some blogs are real genuine ones and i have been lucky to witness 2 or 3 of them. Sadly one of them fell apart with me, 2nd one I m still lucky to be on the good notes with the blogger.

I am a bit old fashioned when it comes to writing skills. Blogs are very interesting medium for your expressions. For people like me they act as great punching bags and kind of relievers off the pain and guilt. I blog for myself.

And when people use it for killing the soul of English it looks sad. Hatred posts, spying, spreading the negative word about a specific blogger, opening up box of pandora on orkut are negatives of blogging.

Blog padho, friends banao, galla karo, comments karo, awards do, awards lo, write good posts, but dont spread hatred, dont be a blog terrorist, dont assume a bloggie moral police to clean up the bloggerville. If somebody does it he/she would be termed as sweeper (Hindi word is a bit derogatory).......

In short njoi ur network of blogging :)

Time Pass di Galla!!!

Finally ji breathin relief yaara....Flat hunt got over and i signed the dotted line. 20 flats, 3 brokers, 3 decision changes and 2 weeks of drama, finally sadde pados di building vich menu shift kar dittasi 1st jan nu.

Aaj kal de life vich ek project, ek life partner hor ek flat vaddi mushkil se milne hain...Project da punga to purana hega, te flat ka is saal nu duji baari takleef honde aayi hain.

Saddi writing da band baj gaya hain. No mood to write. If i do, i write problems, so i thought to post stories till i get back in groove. So the constant parts of stories on Razmattaazzz.

I feel I do write good stories. The one currently going on has aplenty of romance and love flavor in it. But may be people dont like it or they feel i write shit. It pains to see very intense writings get no takers. And something very shitty get 100s of reviews. On the name of nonnets or haikus or bhaikus or whatever....English ka log band baja dete hain.

English shredded apart in SMS lingo. Poetry in form of proses or paras, exchange of awards and hugs more than your perspectives or your thoughts are big turn offs for me. Some blogs are real genuine ones and i have been lucky to witness 2 or 3 of them. Sadly one of them fell apart with me, 2nd one I m still lucky to be on the good notes with the blogger.

I am a bit old fashioned when it comes to writing skills. Blogs are very interesting medium for your expressions. For people like me they act as great punching bags and kind of relievers off the pain and guilt. I blog for myself.

And when people use it for killing the soul of English it looks sad. Hatred posts, spying, spreading the negative word about a specific blogger, opening up box of pandora on orkut are negatives of blogging.

Blog padho, friends banao, galla karo, comments karo, awards do, awards lo, write good posts, but dont spread hatred, dont be a blog terrorist, dont assume a bloggie moral police to clean up the bloggerville. If somebody does it he/she would be termed as sweeper (Hindi word is a bit derogatory).......

In short njoi ur network of blogging :)

SameTime Conversations begin...Teddy and Matt Story -- Part 3

The next day Matt came and sat on his office cubicle feeling a bit high and on the moon. The feeling of the last eventful evening hadnt sunk on him and he was still trying to come out of it. But may be he dint want to come out of it. It was very different feeling for Matt. Unusual and unfelt before.

He just had logged in the “Sametime” and he got a ping from some name that sounded familiar and meant world to him since yesterday evening.

“Hi”, said the person on other side of sametime.......

“Good Morning, you had pinged me sometime back”

“Good morning, yeah”, said Matt. He was amused to see the person was a girl :)..He jumped out of his seat good 10 feet long....

“For?” .

“For means “ , said Matt.

“Means any reason to ping or just like that ? “ said the other person.

“nah, just like that” , Matt said.

Matt was enjoying the conversation. But he was not sure who the person was, he didn’t bother to see whose email flashed on the sametime screen.

“Ok which project do you work for” ?

“I was in Armonk office for a training on DB2.”

“Are you a new joinee or a fresher? “

“Nah, 3 months now in IBM. Overall 2+ years of experience.”

“Ok”

“For 2 days I was in Armonk bus to attend the training, so I was on that route.”

“Ok”

“Is ok your favourite word” ?

“No, the only word that can be said in response to all that you said so far is ok.”

“Oh, that’s fine”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes please , go ahead”

“What made you start the conversation?”

“Is it wrong to start the conversation”?

“No not at all, one fine day you get in my bus , got my name, saw me and started off the conversation”

“Nah, I just thought that we should talk. Some gut feeling deep within, well if you don’t like then I wont.”

“Nah, you are misunderstanding, I didn’t mean that at all”.

“That’s fine.”

“I am surprized as I know people travelling in bus, but I never managed to get their
names ever, which you supposedly did in that one trip to bus.”

“In the bus people write their names, and you were seated on right of 3rd window, whereas I was at the left of the same bus”. Matt said.

“May be I don’t remember, the evening time in bus is the time that I spend with myself, so I don’t engross myself in any other thing.

“All software people have the same feeling”.

“But you managed to take that time off and look around the bus and then to my surprise you found me”.

Matt was responding just without thoughts, whatever stuck in his mind, he wrote. Not knowing what to think, he just wrote. Whether it was a lust or a crush or a sudden wind of affection he dint know a bit about it.

Matt said “ That’s pretty fine. You were the prettiest face around and my face stopped at just that. You were horribly beautiful that evening. By the way I am Matt.”

“And you are Teddy Kohl, working in Software Labs. Right. Correct me if I am wrong, which I think I am not.”

“Yes you are right. You seem to be an interesting guy. But unfortunately we have to stop right here for a moment as work beckons me. I would ping you back when done, pls don’t mind. It was amazing though weird experience to talk to you just like that”. Said the girl.

“That’s fine, no issues. Work first. Call me if you can, or better ping me when done. I feel we would have some interesting and passionate times ahead.”

And they hung up. The moments of reckoning and sweet romance had begun between two persons poles apart, but closer to each other in love, sweet love as they call.

Part 4 : Time for it to come.......Till then

Hum hain rahi pyar ke fir milenge chalte chalte......

Eye locks for Matt on a soggy training day with Teddy -- Part II

Note : This is the 2nd part of the Matt Tedd love story. Supposed to be the 1st one, but some change of plans ji.....

Last few days were quite hectic for Matt as he had just joined the new company and it was a training week for him with lots of new tools and technologies to have hands-on on.

That day he was supposed to go to Armonk for the training of DB2 and it was a day long program and later part after the training he was supposed to work in the shift to learn the new project with the senior team member in the project which had 15 members in Armonk and 15 in the off shored country.

The training was as usual a sedate and a boring affair for him. He was quite used to surf and work and chat during his peak working hours and he could manage this with quite efficiency. The DB2 database was new for him and any way he wasn’t a very prominent “resource” in DB side. So he basically ignored the training and for him the whoring sound of the trainer appealed less than the thick booklet as training material from the company that would be his after the end of training session.

However he was quite relieved when the session ended and quickly he collected his belongings to catch the bus back to his apartment. No sooner he was in the bus on his favorite window seat he took out the ipod to plug the ear pads in the ears.
And then the world stopped for him. No sooner the bus started, he saw a pretty slim, thin, a girl with a bag at the back and a handbag in the hand along with long untied hair constantly flowing on her forehead, struggling to make up with them, dressed in a formal attire in white stripped shirt followed by a traditional black trouser and long heels, she occupied the 2nd seat from door – another window seat.

Matt had his eyes opened up and eyes wide shut the next moment. He could nt even breathe when he saw the girl. The world changed for him instantly and quickly he forgot that he had to work the following few hours and they would really knock him off the bed, but it didn’t mattered to the 6 ft long guy with short hair, dressed up in blue shirt and a black chainmen trouser .

Matt was fascinated with the girl. He found her small gestures fascinating and attractive — the flick of hand to pull back wayward hair when it covered the right ear through not her left for some reason, the restless drumming of fingers that were used to hold the bag and the handbag, the flash of a smile when she was talking to some one on the cell, which suddenly went back, when her eyes locked with Matt.

Matt kept looking at her with constant amusement. He wondered how could GOD still make some really beautiful girls with superb features and attractive looks. He thought he might be on a drive of high end lust or a new born infatuation which might die its natural end, but it was not to be. Even after few minutes of first gaze, his heart pumped fast, his adrenalin levels were still high, the sweat trickled down his cheeks and he forgot all entropy of the world around him. All he could see was the wonderful creation of perhaps the last time made by the GOD in so many years gone by.

He kept wondering how he could miss the existence of a girl in his life. If he felt there was ever a moment to have a relationship, then it was now. If there ever was a girl with whom he could even spend his half of life with without really caring about what would follow next, then it was this girl. It was those unseen and unthought-of moments which took the breath away from Matt and he really wished if he could spend the next 10 days exclusively with the girl on a Hawaiian holiday.

The fantasies of coming days ahead with this girl, were started to get formed in his mind, which was tired but had got a new lease of life the moment he saw the sweetie come to the bus which otherwise was full of boring professionals who soon sank into deep snoring while in the bus. He quickly started thinking of adjustments he might need to make to be with the girl or the arrangements he might need to change in his bachelor paradise should he decide to take the girl home.

Matt landed on a different plane in just few moments when he thought he might have got the long time relationship he was waiting to get into and the one which he always thought he was deserving of. He had always loved to be in relationships, but somehow they didn’t materialize with some or the other reasons. Matt had learnt hard from those failed relationships and rightly so he was committed not to repeat those mistakes and be known as a relationship fool nerd. He could sense that a sea change in his life, his beliefs, and his thoughts was right up in the corner.

Quickly Matt returned to the reality zone and the biggest thing that he could think of right now was how to get the hold of the girl n get her talking to. Matt was a pretty confident guy who could kick start a conversation on any topic in the world. But after a moment he thought, going forward and asking her name and kicking off the conversation won’t be a very good idea. So he had to think of some alternate measures and ways to get the communication started.

Matt thought he just needed one positive signal from the girl that she was really interested in him and then with his confidence and different whacky and nasty ideas he could really convert the normal hi-hellos to a long loving blossoming relationship.

Ideas never deserted his nasty and sharp mind. Matt decided to take things slowly and slowly and the very moment he could think of was to know the name of the lady and the rest of hierarchal information would follow, thanks to company intranet and the BLUE PAGES.

Matt decided to know the name of the girl somehow, who by now had tied the hair with a hair pin, and the bag had given way to the pink hankie which she used to wipe off the August drops of rain which occasionally treaded in the bus from he window and enhanced the beauty of the girl. She had kept the window open to allow some rain drops to touch her skin and then wipe off with her favorite pink hankie. She had lots of them, but one at a time in a hand.

The office was nearing and Matt had less time now to act and know her name. Asking her neighbor would have been wrong and embarrassing on his part and then he remembered a simple yet daring way to know the name of the passenger descended from the land of beauty.

Every employee in the bus had entered the name in a register using the swipe card and that name was visible to the other fellow employees too, for luck prevailed with Matt, the girl had signed and he was yet to. And the moment he got the register he calculated the seat and the number of names which her name might be before his place to put the name in. And when he finally could match the name with the actual name of the girl, he froze. He got 2 names which confused him. The names were Teddy Kohl and A.T. Allaigra seemed a boring name and he though such a wonderful kid won’t be named with such a boring name. She must be a Teddy and she must be having something very unusual name – unusual name for unusual beauty.

And yes she was Teddy Kohl, a fellow mate working in Siebel division with the IGA (his own account). Matt was able to find the name of the diva who had swept the land beneath his feet in a flash and the one who became the perfect soul mate for Matt, though in fantasy right on for her until he could initiate the conversation with Teddy the next day on “Sametime” his company s intranet messenger.

Yes the night was going to be a bit longer one when he would sing to the moon and dance with his fantasy – Teddy. Matt was ready, he was ready. Matt and Teddy – the 2 names together thrilled him of a passionate, fairytale, intense relationship and a divine blessed romance something which happens to few people on the earth. His 1st part of the adventure was done and the next stage was to add her on the intranet and kick off an informal conversation and then set up a quick date in the coming weekend.

Yes he was ready to be soul mate of an extremely beautiful girl – Teddy, who would soon become Tedds, Teddu, and M for Matt – the maverick!!!

Matt was not on earth that day, he was on a fantasy ride to some wonderful journey called LOVE……he was in love with Teddy. Whether she was? Find it out more in the days to come……After all the love lets you go high and high defying the resistance and the reasoning and transcends the illusion of a special someone feeling.

Till next time : Hum hai raahi pyar ke, fir milenge chalte chalte !!!

Rab ne bana di jodi da bukhar hor Punjabi da tashan!!

Hun char dina ho gaye ne mainu Rab ne Bana di Jodi dekhya.....Hor ji, hun vi movie de bukhar vich giraftaar haa'n.. Suri pape dilo dimag vich chaa gayesi....Eh to shandar galla hondasi Shahrukh di. Banda kamal kar jaatta he hor twadde dilo dimag par raaj kartasi..........

Shahrukh di movie hegi hor Adi Chops movie direct kitta atth (8) saal baad.

Nayi kudi Anushka vahut changi hor soni dikh rahi si ji movie vich. Taani da role vahut vadiya kittesi kudiye ne. Adi Chops nu eh role karne vaaste ek nayi kudi chahidisi. Te Anushka ne eh role vahut hi simplicity hor perfection se kittasi....

Pichale kuch dinanu assi nu Punjabi seekhne da bhoot sawar haa। Es blog par jo likh riyasi, ho sakna he wo galat hega grammar wise, but koi gal nahi. Aadmi galtiya kaake hi seekhna haa. Te is blog nu Punjabi readers -- Harshi te Richa, menu correct kitta jay is post di language vich kuch galtiya hondi si...........

अनुवादित संस्करण नीचे हैं

हुन चार dina हो gaye NE mainu Rab NE बाना di जोड़ी dekhya ..... Hor जी, हुन vi फिल्म डे bukhar vich giraftaar haa'n .. सूरी pape dilo chaa gayesi .... vich dimag एह galla hondasi शाहरुख di shandar करने के लिए. वह twadde dilo राज kartasi .......... सममूल्य dimag hor बांदा कमल कार jaatta शाहरुख di फिल्म hegi hor आदि चोप्स फिल्म प्रत्यक्ष kitta atth (8) साल बाद. Nayi kudi अनुष्का vahut changi hor सोनी dikh राही सी जी फिल्म vich।

Taani dee भूमिका vahut vadiya kittesi kudiye NE. आदि चोप्स nu एह भूमिका karne vaaste एक nayi kudi chahidisi. ते अनुष्का NE एह भूमिका vahut हाय सादगी hor पूर्णता से kittasi .... Pichale कुछ dinanu assi nu पंजाबी seekhne डा भूत sawar haa. ते, वह hega व्याकरण बुद्धिमान galat wo हो sakna, लेकिन बराबर jo likh riyasi ब्लॉग कोई लड़की nahi. आदमी galtiya kaake हाय seekhna haa. ते पंजाबी पाठकों - Harshi ते Richa, मेनू जे पोस्ट di भाषा vich कुछ galtiya hondi सी ........... है सही kitta nu ब्लॉग है

Rab ne bana di jodi da bukhar hor Punjabi da tashan!!

Hun char dina ho gaye ne mainu Rab ne Bana di Jodi dekhya.....Hor ji, hun vi movie de bukhar vich giraftaar haa'n.. Suri pape dilo dimag vich chaa gayesi....Eh to shandar galla hondasi Shahrukh di. Banda kamal kar jaatta he hor twadde dilo dimag par raaj kartasi..........

Shahrukh di movie hegi hor Adi Chops movie direct kitta atth (8) saal baad.

Nayi kudi Anushka vahut changi hor soni dikh rahi si ji movie vich. Taani da role vahut vadiya kittesi kudiye ne. Adi Chops nu eh role karne vaaste ek nayi kudi chahidisi. Te Anushka ne eh role vahut hi simplicity hor perfection se kittasi....

Pichale kuch dinanu assi nu Punjabi seekhne da bhoot sawar haa। Es blog par jo likh riyasi, ho sakna he wo galat hega grammar wise, but koi gal nahi. Aadmi galtiya kaake hi seekhna haa. Te is blog nu Punjabi readers -- Harshi te Richa, menu correct kitta jay is post di language vich kuch galtiya hondi si...........

अनुवादित संस्करण नीचे हैं

हुन चार dina हो gaye NE mainu Rab NE बाना di जोड़ी dekhya ..... Hor जी, हुन vi फिल्म डे bukhar vich giraftaar haa'n .. सूरी pape dilo chaa gayesi .... vich dimag एह galla hondasi शाहरुख di shandar करने के लिए. वह twadde dilo राज kartasi .......... सममूल्य dimag hor बांदा कमल कार jaatta शाहरुख di फिल्म hegi hor आदि चोप्स फिल्म प्रत्यक्ष kitta atth (8) साल बाद. Nayi kudi अनुष्का vahut changi hor सोनी dikh राही सी जी फिल्म vich।

Taani dee भूमिका vahut vadiya kittesi kudiye NE. आदि चोप्स nu एह भूमिका karne vaaste एक nayi kudi chahidisi. ते अनुष्का NE एह भूमिका vahut हाय सादगी hor पूर्णता से kittasi .... Pichale कुछ dinanu assi nu पंजाबी seekhne डा भूत sawar haa. ते, वह hega व्याकरण बुद्धिमान galat wo हो sakna, लेकिन बराबर jo likh riyasi ब्लॉग कोई लड़की nahi. आदमी galtiya kaake हाय seekhna haa. ते पंजाबी पाठकों - Harshi ते Richa, मेनू जे पोस्ट di भाषा vich कुछ galtiya hondi सी ........... है सही kitta nu ब्लॉग है

Heart Sings to the Moon, a Teddy and Matt story -- I

Note : Paaiyo hor paaiyo di beheno, assi is blog nu wich likhne de waste hun kuch nai haa'n...Pichle do din vahut hectic hor majakiya hondesi..Te me sochya ki eh blog vich cribbin hor negative expressions nai daalniya......Eh waaste, kuch samay pahle likkhi gayi kuch kahaniyaaa twadde saamne pesh kartaasi.......Maine nee pata ki is kahani da agla sequel kado aayega........O ji tab tak Matt hor Teddy di love story njoi kittaji......

Life for Matt was never been the same again after he met the girl who took his breath away. He was floored by the innocense and beauty of Teddy whom he had met just a week back but it seemed that they had met years back or perhaps ages back. On the other hand Teddy was glad that she had got a mate in Matt who was very protective about her being non-possesive, giving her own space and not intruding it in the boundaries. Besides Matt blew her away with his sense of humor, it was hardly a dull moment when both were together, and when they would go on a long drive on Matt s antique bike the world would stop for both.

They hardly bothered to care about the world and ppl outside their newly formed tender lovely relationship….. They both complimented each other well. Though Matt was 3 years older to teddy and came from a typical middle class family of NYC. He was from the other side of the Hudson Bay i.e the Jersey City. And Teddy was from the outskirts of the NY from Armonk – the headquarters of IBM. The upbringing of Matt and Teddy was totally contrasting to each other. Matt had a great family always gelling well with each other much to contrast to the typical US families…

Teddy had working parents , but she never felt that her parents were working when she needed them in her tough times. Matt and Teddy were seeing each other since 1 month now and being working in the same profession got them closer and they had chance to know each other well beyond their jobs. Matt had a bit relaxed work schedule whereas teddy used to work hard a bit due to her sincere and yearning for perfection in daily tasks. Matt had asked Teddy to be his life mate 5 weeks back and only after project release was done with, Teddy could think and sleep over Matt s proposal and she nodded after 4 weeks of hard thinking and mulling.

The intermediate time was restless and tense, to say the least for Matt but deep inside he knew that he would get a nod from Teddy despite she taking a bit longer time to say yes. And once she said yes the lives changed. Matt had planned the weekends together driving to Philadelphia in his newly acquired FORD car. Matt was fan of Pink Floyd and Bryan Adams. he would be hooked to the great artists on his ipod and would humm the songs whenever he could. Teddy s images were wallpapers on his lappy, his mobile, his workplace desktop and of course his entire internal system. There was hardly a moment when he could not think about Teddy or there never was a short moment when he couldnt have imagined what she might be thinking about him. Matt had his appearence changed, it was all about how to look good to floor Teddy.

Though he wasnt a typically well built hunk, but he was on above average looks and had good body. He kept his hair short and liked to dress in jeans and t-shirts / shirts and snickers. His work place allowed him to wear casuals 4 days a week and the day he had to put on formals, used to be tough for him. He was petty uncomfortable in them. Matt was very protective about Teddy and any one gazing her down when together woudnt go well with him.

Though on the up, teddy asked him not to care about it, but deep within she liked the way Matt used to protect her and do all those good things to her — make her cross road with her hand in his hand and the other on her shoulder, cover her in the lift among the strangers, sit to the right in the corner seat of the multiplex……This made Teddy feel comfortable and at par with Matt very early in the relationship. She got in the comfort zone very quickly with Matt. She would always pass on her hands to Matt to hold her when in public or in alone whenever they met.

On his bike Teddy in general used to put her hands on his hips and at times when she felt more amorous to Matt would hold him tight from the back and Matt used to feel right on the moon. Matt had a habit of sucking in beers almost every day which did not go well with Teddy but however she resisted from telling this in a commanding way.

Matt knew that Teddy doesnt like him to see gulp beers, but he was making a hard effort to cut it down and then abolish it totally. Teddy used to say a few words with extra stress and Matt used to catch it hard and repeat them in his own way . On the onset that would irritate Teddy but then she used to feel good about it too. Teddy used to be dressed in jeans and tops with formals at times. Matt urged her to wear skirts at times and even spent time surfing the mall for a good skirt to gift her. Teddy thought she was too slim to wear those and being fashion conscious she took care that anything she wore, she was able to carry well and look well. The cell phone bills had shot up for both Matt and Teddy when they got going together, hardly a day used to go by when they wouldnt have called each other on an hour to check whats up with each other and sms every half an hour or so.

Tough and hectic work schedules for Teddy meant that she couldnt reply or talk to Matt for long or chat with him on web. She made up for the lost time in the night talks when they used to talk long on cell if not together and generally their naughty crispy baby talks would go on till wee hours of morning. They talked just nothing and yet everything on their cell phone.

The cell phones were exchanged quite frequently and the ringtones were the gifts they gave to each other on the 1st weekly anniversary they got together. When they were together, they would walk by the Hudson river and stroll on the Brooklyn alongside the Ground Zero with hands in hands and sipping coffees. The business of the coffee shops used to grow by leaps and bounds whenever Matt and Teddy decided to stroll.

Teddy was happy to see that the beers were slowly being replaced by coffees. The morning after daily calls or occasional weekly strolls used to be hard for Matt as he used to follow by a session on his lappy after talks with his sweetie. He had to get up to catch the train to ManHattan to his work place to 750 Avenue, whereas Teddy had to wake up a bit late as she had a bit late timings in the office. But before they could go to their respective work places, they used to catch each other up on cell and blow infinite kisses on cell so much so that one had to cut the call unwillingly to enable them go to office practically fit and not being lost in thoughts of each other which were never ending and full of tremendous love for each other.

To be continued...........

Walks, Weightloss and Coffee

Its been a lonely and very boring Sunday evening. Weather outside is hot and not at all chilly. I joined the weight loss program and the day 1 was ok. Some machine was put up and a session of 35 mins followed. Dunno if i did a right thing or not by joining. Somebody said to me there are some side effects. I dont know. Didnt consult nebody. One and half month, target loosing 5 kgs.

Have given up Non veg for a month and half. TOugh ordeal, but for body gotta do it. I lvoe myself more than the chickens and the lambs. No butter stuff, no bread stuff.

Today was most boring day in my long time life. No blog to read, no movie to watch after epical Rab ne. No live cricket too and e1 watching movies on TV were boring. Slept for 2 hrs, studied for Java certification tomorrow. And when I gave up went for a coffee.

A small cake n coffee joint a few blocks away. Gobbled up a maggie, 2 cofees, hot ones. Sat for 18 mins waitinf for maggie which gets up in 2 mins. Had it and then went for a long walk. About 2 kms. Now i m making a point to go for a jog or a walk everyday. Put your ipod on, switch urself off and walk. Just tht u wont get ne breeze out here...Just heat....

Never felt so lonely. Ran out of every option to do. I want to change something of my life. And that something is find a friend.

Learning of the day : Dont take initiative on yourself to connect to everybody. Let people reach out to you than you go them everyday.

Walks, Weightloss and Coffee

Its been a lonely and very boring Sunday evening. Weather outside is hot and not at all chilly. I joined the weight loss program and the day 1 was ok. Some machine was put up and a session of 35 mins followed. Dunno if i did a right thing or not by joining. Somebody said to me there are some side effects. I dont know. Didnt consult nebody. One and half month, target loosing 5 kgs.

Have given up Non veg for a month and half. TOugh ordeal, but for body gotta do it. I lvoe myself more than the chickens and the lambs. No butter stuff, no bread stuff.

Today was most boring day in my long time life. No blog to read, no movie to watch after epical Rab ne. No live cricket too and e1 watching movies on TV were boring. Slept for 2 hrs, studied for Java certification tomorrow. And when I gave up went for a coffee.

A small cake n coffee joint a few blocks away. Gobbled up a maggie, 2 cofees, hot ones. Sat for 18 mins waitinf for maggie which gets up in 2 mins. Had it and then went for a long walk. About 2 kms. Now i m making a point to go for a jog or a walk everyday. Put your ipod on, switch urself off and walk. Just tht u wont get ne breeze out here...Just heat....

Never felt so lonely. Ran out of every option to do. I want to change something of my life. And that something is find a friend.

Learning of the day : Dont take initiative on yourself to connect to everybody. Let people reach out to you than you go them everyday.

Hum hai rahi pyar ke, fir milenge chalte chalte

Chuck the reviews, fuck the critics and tear off the word of mouth.

Here is a movie, thats a landmark and a milestone for somebody who has grown up living a movie that came 13 years back. Rab ne bana di jodi touches and works wonders for Sam, cos he relates to the simple joys of Suri and failures of the man who wants to love his wife truely more than GOD.

DDLJ was the movie which transformed the 15 yr old teen on the cusp of the manhood with its magic so much so that it works wonders even today for him. When he is looking for a change in his life, here comes a movie which validates his beliefs which are crooked and cinematic but he feels solitude with them.

Rab ne is about Surinder Sahni who fails to confess his maddening true love for Taani, his wife more so owing to the circumstances than the choice. The turnover he does for winning his wife is more than just a cinematic makeover for the guy who is unable to convey his love for the girl he finds GOD in.

Rab ne works cos you relate to the failures, escastcies, triumphs and inability of Suri to confess his love. Howsoever the plot might seem unreal or a touch dramatic, the representation by the KING is superb and simply the BEST. Its a role only SRK cud have done. And when he is in elements, no Rajni, no Aamir, no Krish or no whosoever stands before him. He blows them all. Like his fear blows off in the climax when Taani finds him as Raaj.

Rab ne works for Sam cos he relates to Suri. He feels he is quite like Suri. Suri is low on confidence, is very ordinary, but unparalleled in loving the girl/woman of his life. Most of this stand true for Sam too and when he finds this in the screen idol he loves most, he gets numb. Entire movie Sam smiled and felt overwhelmed.

SRK s eyes say a big deal and when his eyes speak like in Chak De when he won WC, in kabhi haan kabhi naa when he looses the ring and finds his dream coming true. They are just magical. You sit up and freeze.

I am failing for words. I am not able to express the relation of this movie to me. Since my teens or pre teens when I saw DDLJ in last year of my school life, I have grown up believeing this rubbish stuff. Only one movie affected me and now this is 2nd, perhaps 3rd. KANK too.

Anushka rocks. She is surreal beauty and she expresses herself very well. Dances amazing. Adi Chops is excellent once again and so is Vinay Pathak in his "Macho" stuff(relates to the GUY thingie and the Delhi slang)....

Entire movie is set up in Punjab and I rue not being there in that part of the world. I have always wanted to learn Punjabi....

I loved Taani in the movie. I was so happy that i sang and screamed Rab ne songs in the 16 kms drive back home from Adlabs in Kalyani Nagar...Dont care wot ppl think, but then when u r happy show it off to the world.

People wont find this movie good. They would have their own set of idiotic questions. How can married girl love another man ? Here is a guy who is trying to win his love and is ready to go any means to win her. Not everbody can understand this.

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi works for Yash Chopra magic. It works for SRK,it relates to my struggles and thats why I love it even more. Rab Ne is not DDLJ. Its different. Its matured. NEeds some though to put it before giving the verdict.

For me it scores 4000%........Go dance pe maro chance, go bask in the glory of the movie and the LOVE which is divine and has a touch of GOD's element in it. Love Suri, for he represents frailities and insecurities of a common man, but in the end wins over his love.

If you watch the movie, do make sure you stay back till the credits role finish off :)

Dance pe chance Mar le :P.........Hum hai rahi pyar ke, fir milenge chalte chalte

Hum hai rahi pyar ke, fir milenge chalte chalte

Chuck the reviews, fuck the critics and tear off the word of mouth.

Here is a movie, thats a landmark and a milestone for somebody who has grown up living a movie that came 13 years back. Rab ne bana di jodi touches and works wonders for Sam, cos he relates to the simple joys of Suri and failures of the man who wants to love his wife truely more than GOD.

DDLJ was the movie which transformed the 15 yr old teen on the cusp of the manhood with its magic so much so that it works wonders even today for him. When he is looking for a change in his life, here comes a movie which validates his beliefs which are crooked and cinematic but he feels solitude with them.

Rab ne is about Surinder Sahni who fails to confess his maddening true love for Taani, his wife more so owing to the circumstances than the choice. The turnover he does for winning his wife is more than just a cinematic makeover for the guy who is unable to convey his love for the girl he finds GOD in.

Rab ne works cos you relate to the failures, escastcies, triumphs and inability of Suri to confess his love. Howsoever the plot might seem unreal or a touch dramatic, the representation by the KING is superb and simply the BEST. Its a role only SRK cud have done. And when he is in elements, no Rajni, no Aamir, no Krish or no whosoever stands before him. He blows them all. Like his fear blows off in the climax when Taani finds him as Raaj.

Rab ne works for Sam cos he relates to Suri. He feels he is quite like Suri. Suri is low on confidence, is very ordinary, but unparalleled in loving the girl/woman of his life. Most of this stand true for Sam too and when he finds this in the screen idol he loves most, he gets numb. Entire movie Sam smiled and felt overwhelmed.

SRK s eyes say a big deal and when his eyes speak like in Chak De when he won WC, in kabhi haan kabhi naa when he looses the ring and finds his dream coming true. They are just magical. You sit up and freeze.

I am failing for words. I am not able to express the relation of this movie to me. Since my teens or pre teens when I saw DDLJ in last year of my school life, I have grown up believeing this rubbish stuff. Only one movie affected me and now this is 2nd, perhaps 3rd. KANK too.

Anushka rocks. She is surreal beauty and she expresses herself very well. Dances amazing. Adi Chops is excellent once again and so is Vinay Pathak in his "Macho" stuff(relates to the GUY thingie and the Delhi slang)....

Entire movie is set up in Punjab and I rue not being there in that part of the world. I have always wanted to learn Punjabi....

I loved Taani in the movie. I was so happy that i sang and screamed Rab ne songs in the 16 kms drive back home from Adlabs in Kalyani Nagar...Dont care wot ppl think, but then when u r happy show it off to the world.

People wont find this movie good. They would have their own set of idiotic questions. How can married girl love another man ? Here is a guy who is trying to win his love and is ready to go any means to win her. Not everbody can understand this.

Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi works for Yash Chopra magic. It works for SRK,it relates to my struggles and thats why I love it even more. Rab Ne is not DDLJ. Its different. Its matured. NEeds some though to put it before giving the verdict.

For me it scores 4000%........Go dance pe maro chance, go bask in the glory of the movie and the LOVE which is divine and has a touch of GOD's element in it. Love Suri, for he represents frailities and insecurities of a common man, but in the end wins over his love.

If you watch the movie, do make sure you stay back till the credits role finish off :)

Dance pe chance Mar le :P.........Hum hai rahi pyar ke, fir milenge chalte chalte

Apartment Hunt and getting in Shape

New blog in here : http://isayeitheryousayneither.blogspot.com/

Read the Rab ne Bana di Jodi "Review / Ode / Tribute" on the new blog right here --->http://isayeitheryousayneither.blogspot.com/2008/12/hum-hai-rahi-pyar-ke-fir-milenge-chalte.html

Alright, the flat hunt is on. Vacating this kabootarkhana by last week of Dec. Saw a 2 BHK today for 8.4k. Expensive, but better than loot on in Aundh and Baner road. Bloody hell, old flat as good as 6 or 7 years old and the greedy owners expect 12-14k for 2 BHK ? Are bhai koi kaha se layega itna paisa in tough times ?

And this brokers. For them an IT geek means a man or a woman with money tree on his/her backyard :(. Exhorbitant rates. And this buggers dont even value time.....I lost cool with one of them and literally stopped short of typical Delhi abuse.....

Went to McDie for another junk food diet preciselt 2nd in 3 days. And then stumbled across "Body n Soul". And then had a look at myself. Good face no doubt. Looks worth 3 or 4 years less than what actually I am. Many people take me to be a collegian. I am not joking. I always have a bag up my back containing BIKE papers, so the guys ask me "Are u in college ?". I say "Heavens no, I have work ex of 6 years in IT and 7 years overall."

So got the "checkup" done and the results were shocking. I am close to 6 feet (1 inch less). Weight was good 10+ than recommended. I am not getting younger for sure, though i look. Fitness woes. That was not it. The fat % and cholestrol content was shocking. 6 inches of fat across entire body.

Shook me. I was like wtf. And then i remember :

1. Daily dose of Chicken in office
2. Weird dinner habits
3. Junk food
4. Samosas oily ones
5. Soft drinks and occasional hard ones
6. Lack of physical excersise
7. Blah blah

and then i concluded its right time to go and join the weight loss programme. For whatever cost it might be. The doc told me "lucrative packages" but I was firm in going for weight loss program. 5 kgs to start with. And then take it from there. 45 days, 15 sessions, going early @ 7 AM.

I am up for it. Fitness conscious abhi nahi to kabhi nahi types. I know if i join office gym for free i wont get urge. 7 or 8 days of excitement and then it would fizzle out. If I pay 4 grands for loosing good 5 kgs getting to 75 kg, then for sake of every rupee I spent, I would take it sincerly.

I have a bulgy tummy. Akki pointed it. One of the reasons why she ran away. She cajoled me to go join VLCC in 2006, but i faked. She found out and got royally pissed.

Tonite its Rab ne Bana di Jodi. Hell with reviews. Hell with populist opinions. I am gonna like it. Couldnt stop the excitement. Wow.

Prologue to a new start!!!

I started this umpteenth blog with an aim to talk to myself. Uncensored and inhibited of thoughts. Devoid of any prejudices and inhibitions. Would be my real self. My uncensored thoughts right here. No external pressures, no playing to the gallery.....Just real me. SAM.

The prologue to the start would be a confession to be in love. To start a family. Have some body to say as mine. Flaunt her. My girl. Love her, pamper her, carve a life out with her, see joint dreams, work them out, sip coffee together out of same cuppa and do crazy things.

Go in same office, have food together, gaze each other, damn the world, fiddle with fingers, her hair and catch her unawares by a quick peck off her cheek :P

I want to do that. I am ready for it. This comes after years of solitude and thought process on whether I would be able to sustain myself in one more relationship after a stormy one ended in wrecks. Answer to my comfort is YES. I hate my full name. SAMEER sounds untypical of me. I am not SAMEER, I am better off being SAM. Or as my close friends call me. (I wont tell that)

The inspiration to start this blog came out of a super blog linked here : http://selftalks2.blogspot.com/..

Too good blog. Blogger speaks about herself and her daily experiences in an eye catching way. You gotta sit back and read all. Thank you LADY for the inspiration.

Certifications, flat hunt and Rab ne is in the order for today. Would keep efforts to keep this blog alive. Yes, for sure.

Prologue to a new start!!!

I started this umpteenth blog with an aim to talk to myself. Uncensored and inhibited of thoughts. Devoid of any prejudices and inhibitions. Would be my real self. My uncensored thoughts right here. No external pressures, no playing to the gallery.....Just real me. SAM.

The prologue to the start would be a confession to be in love. To start a family. Have some body to say as mine. Flaunt her. My girl. Love her, pamper her, carve a life out with her, see joint dreams, work them out, sip coffee together out of same cuppa and do crazy things.

Go in same office, have food together, gaze each other, damn the world, fiddle with fingers, her hair and catch her unawares by a quick peck off her cheek :P

I want to do that. I am ready for it. This comes after years of solitude and thought process on whether I would be able to sustain myself in one more relationship after a stormy one ended in wrecks. Answer to my comfort is YES. I hate my full name. SAMEER sounds untypical of me. I am not SAMEER, I am better off being SAM. Or as my close friends call me. (I wont tell that)

The inspiration to start this blog came out of a super blog linked here : http://selftalks2.blogspot.com/..

Too good blog. Blogger speaks about herself and her daily experiences in an eye catching way. You gotta sit back and read all. Thank you LADY for the inspiration.

Certifications, flat hunt and Rab ne is in the order for today. Would keep efforts to keep this blog alive. Yes, for sure.

Thy neighbor

Just moved to a new project last week and it wasnt a very good choice for me to go by. But then had no option but to go and accept as I was given 2 options :

1. Take the project

2. Face a disciplinary action.....

In this tough times who wants to face disciplinary action....So i went ahead against my instincts and got into the project. Team of 2, me being the lead and "the driver" who "drives the project"...

All this last week.....

In the process of starting the work amidst other things to do, moved to 3 different places....One was near a GPM(Group Project Manager) , the other one was in a far flung cubicle and then this one where I am seated right now. Moving to this many places is such a pain. Carry all your belongings viz

1. PST files of Outlook (mail backups)

2. Coffee Mugs

3. Documents

4. Notebooks

5. Markers etc

To different places is such a task I tell you. And you get all your data from one machine to the other in a Pen drive, put it in your new machine and then you find that the pen drive doesn't get installed. And then you look for other ways to get the data xfered. Till the time data doesn't get moved, you cannot leave your last machine. I haven't relinquished my old machine, a VISTA machine. However if you find a cool neighbor, then all this pains and frustrations evaporate. A neighbor as in a pretty girl, not a boy.

I moved to this place by Saturday. Moved my systems, bags and drawers along with the IP phone. Now this lady was seated already in a cubicle just next to me. Have pretty good looks. I moved in with my luggage and sat quietly. Couldn't get my thoughts off her. She was in a green t-shirt and a jeans. Poor lady suffered from cold. So sneezes were in the order and she suffered from it badly. 4 days now I m here and today she showed some signs of recovery. I counted her sneezes and they were close to 50 when I was seated in the seat and she was too. She was like those "carrying hankie" types. It was today that she missed or forgot the hankie, else for last 4 days it was her integral part in the hand.

It's pretty amazing for me to see the items on her cubicle……….The list goes on something like this :

1. The white board is pretty clean with no mention of her name or project name. No to-do list.

2. No scribbling on the wooden table where you keep your Desktop and other items like bag.

3. A small Ganesha idol near her monitor. (I used to follow that some years back)

4. A water bottle, very trendy and very girlish. Usually I won't prefer to keep water bottle at my desk, even if I do then I would have a Coke/Pepsi bottle reused. Reusability you see :)

5. A picturesque coffee mug followed by a company coffee mug. Later I realized the picturesque coffee mug is for show and the coffee is being taken in the company mug.

6. A laughing Buddha.

7. A newspaper, not Page 3 but good financial express one.

8. Few soft toys like a small teddy bear and stuff like that.

I have hardly spoken to her in last 4 days except for a TIMESHEET issue (the hours tracking stuff based on which the IT cos bill the client). Voice is sweet and she hails from Mumbai. That means trip home every weekend. Mumbai folks have a strong community in my office, every Friday they rush off the office @ 4 PM to head back to their city. The expressway is just 5 kms from my office.

She goes for pre-defined coffee, snacks and lunch break. Breakfast @ 845. Usually I encounter her in the 1^st floor of my building (sit in 2^nd floor, 1^st floor is my last cubicle)..She either goes up and I m going down or vice versa. This happens mostly during entire day. And for 2 days in row. Amazing. Silent gaze and then walk through. I turn around in a wishful hope that she would turn back like Simran did in DDLJ :P. But to no use. Coming back to the snacks, lunch time @ 1230, the same time I go for lunch with my colleague and 2 of my managers (good ones with whom I have worked before), coffee breaks @ 1030, 1500 hours followed by paper reading session and then finally evening snacks @ 4 PM, time for me to go to food court (a better term than canteen) for a snack.

I don't plan my trips to pantries / cafeterias as per her timings. Just happens that I and she pass through each other. Coffee time she goes, a mug and her cell phone accompanies her. Hankie is left back at the table. During the evening snacks and the lunch in the afternoon, the hankie accompanies her too. What's the calculation, its beyond my comprehension.

Weird post I know. But better than some rant or some frustration poured out there. Different people sitting in their cubicle have different habits. If you ask me what I like to have on my cubicle desk then the list goes on like this :

1. The bag (Company bag or the Diesel one)

2. Newspaper, that's a must. At end of day I dump it in the dust bin.

3. Mobile phone thrown out

4. Markers

5. To-do list on my white board

6. ITouch and its USB cable

7. A book

8. Wallet and keys on the desk

9. Helmet when I go by bike

10. Print outs of question papers of the exams or something like a ticket to go home…………

11. Spects

What's on your desk in the office ? And do you observe your neighbor keenly ?? It's always great to talk about ONE s own self. Yeah ? Gives a lot of satisfaction. After all it's a world where people bother more about ME or I than you or WE.

Bygones, Bygoings

2008 is all but gone. 2009 is on the cusp and so are some major overhauls in the life. 2007 was like a carnage after a disastrous 2006. The rubbles and the Ashes of what went by were left over in 2008. After effects, side effects as the docs say, the scars and the wounds of 06 and 07 were left in 2008 to heal.

Some confusion, some dilemma, some toughness, mostly silence, an inhibition before setting things on, a lot of useless thinking, cribbing, nagging was all I the entire year. Screwed post conditions, wrong decisions, instincted judgement gone horribly nasty is all I am in 2008.

2009 should see the change. And I can, I would. Few things have to be set right. Blogging in 2009 ? Dont know. I have always got people to say I am somebody else. To them I say, I am Sam. Just Sam. I open up my life out here like an open book. I am in trying situations, life hasnt been easy or a cakewalk just like for Obama or MS. Right now I find myself like Punter Ponting, cornered and bruised. Hazzy, mixed emotions going thru mind, everythin just happening right now.

Thing is everytime you cannot keep everybody happy. There would be few cockroaches (read my glorious Project Manager) around and to be able to live a good life, u gotta flush them out regularly despite the fact they would keep coming to you to get you. Irony is i spoke of my instincts going horribly wrong this year, but it went horribly right in past few days for me. Including yesterday. I m more of instinctive person just like my hero, my idol, the great DADA. I knew somebody in the blog space is out to get me. And to some extent it went right.

Upto you guys to decide, if you would keep coming here even if you get to hear some hazy stuff about 'the so called me'.

My Passion -- the BIKE!!

Update : Award time....The one I got from Raka (Thanks buddy, a detailed post on it later) gotta be passed on and who else but the below one for her

Beautiful Diary of Thoughts Blended with Sentiments, Nostalgia, Words of Wisdom and of course the Rememberance

Thats Sneha....A big round of applause for her surreal and lively posts.....

Alright, the change of apartment going wonders. I began trimming the things and useless papers I dont need. Started the packing e1 when i havent got any apartment or havent seen any. But yet gives me a satisfaction of beginning to pack my stuff. A feeling of not belonging to some particular place always gives me a dejavu feeling. 4 and half years into this city and I still feel myself as an outsider, more so cos the people out here are very unfriendly. My heart still lives in Indore. For me that is the BEST city in the world. Oh man, i cant stop ranting about it. Food, traffic, malls and of course the CITY BUSES.

I sent off my bike to Indore today through a travel service. Would reach the town tomorrow. And i felt bad bidding it farewell. I drove that bike for 50+ months in Pune, 4 months in Mumbai and over 24+ months in Indore. That bike was with me in my good and bad times. Just that it was not in good health and I had to shell out many bucks to drive it in this city, I dispatched it off to the city where its registered. I am so obsessed with its number that I didnt change it in 52 months here. MP-09, this is very close to heart. When I first came to Pune from Mumbai, i drove it from the old Pune - Mumbai highway. i changed many apartments, it was with me, i went through tough ordeals, it was with me. I drove Akki off it and on it. Gave her so many rides, picked up my sis on her visits to Pune, my dad when he came visiting to me in pune...Dearest memory of my bike remains when I got it out of Avantika Express in March 04 in Bombay Central and drove it to Borivali (E)...Didnt encounter corrupt Thullas (policemen in Indori slang) in Mumbai as much in Pune....

Drove to my office when being in TCS from Bandra to Borivali and vice-versa opposite the route which had most traffic. In the noon I drove from Bandra to Borivali as it was noon shift for me. And then in the late evening drove from Borivali to Bandra, much opposite to the direction of crowded traffic :). It was fun, it was great. When I fell in love with Akki, I picked up her first on this bike at DP Road when she used to come from Indore. Then just to meet her, I used to go to her apartment, drop her to office, then go to my office the other way around. Meaning a 30 km travel. Just to feel the warmth of her touch to my shoulders when she was seated behind me.

She always said that no matter we dont have a car now, we would ride on this bike as long as we dont get. We always went on this bike though she had an Activa. From Mumbai, when i went home, my dad used to pick me up from the rail station on this bike itself. Today when the bike was being packed and sent to Indore, I felt that i will never ride it again in Pune. Wont again have to escape the corrupt thullas and shell out money when caught.

Some things just cant be let gone out of your system. The reason why its so close to me is that this was my first big thing I purchased out of my own salary. In those struggle days when I dint have a IT job and I used to teach engg students in my own college, I got this bike. Paid up a Down payment of Rs 15k and an installment of 2.5k for 2 years. This when I got a salary of just 8000 bucks in college and hardly 10k in TCS, Mumbai. It is an epitome of my dreams, my struggle, my tears, my success, my joy, my love, my affection and above all my existence.

MP-09 JU 1527. Hats off to you.....The bike rocks, I rocks and of course Indore rocks. Poha Jalebi khani ho to Rajwada ya Sarafa se behtar koi jagah nahi hai bhiya. Dont trust me, come be guest to me to Indore. Wud treat ya guys, the cuisines of Indore which is unparalleled and unbeatable in entire world. But that some time later....Right now gotta wash off the new bike and go for a movie.!!!!