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......3am.......4 Bikes...5 degree temperature...65 kms... 7 friends.......
Welcome to the world of Randomness, where even Random is very Random. Here, the most unimagined things take place. But mostly you end up satisfied with what you did and you even realise that it might not have been so beautiful experience if it were planned.
Well, so the 7 friends, on 4 bikes (out of which 2 were mopeds), left for Lonavla at 3am from Pune...they just decided some 2 hours ago about it.
On a Saturday night after a good supper, these 7 crazy nuts were busy with some or the other activity. 2 of them were watching a stupid movie without volume; 1 had a bad stomach, so he settled himself in the loo; 2 of them were batting (code word for chatting with girlfriend on phone) and the remaining 2 were comparing their bellys (and trying to count their abs)
Suddenly the guy came out of the loo and shouted out loud; everyone ignored him for the first time. The second time he shouted so loud that everyone had to pounce on him and shut him up (as it was 1 am and the neighbours were sleeping). All 6 of them, one by one started jumping on him, that he fell down. All 6 of them were on him now. He somehow managed to escape and then he said in a wisper like voice, "Guys, lets go to Lonavla......now.....what say?"
Everyone just paused as if someone had hit a 'pause' button. All of them started exchanging looks with each other.
One of them said,"Are you out of your mind? Look how cold it is outside"
He replied,"Dude, life gives you only one chance, you might not get to do this again. Kya pata kal ho naa ho..."
A little smirk developed on everyones face. So, finally after arguing much they settled on a common consensus. "Ok Fine, lets go!!!"
They started preparing themselves for the big ride. It was 2 am now. And it was chilling out there. Everyone started pulling out jackets, sweaters, mufflers, gloves, form their wardrobes. One of them couldn't find a muffler, so he rolled his towel and tied it around his neck.
Now they had only two bikes, and one Activa and a scooty. "Nevermind", said one of them. "Now no looking back. Lets just experience this adventure"
3 am now and they began the journey...
the real story begins now....but u'll have to wait for the next post....;)coming soon...

Mai “Neta” banna chahta hu...

Finally I discovered the sole reason for which I chose to do MBA- Placements. Being in the final year, and on the peak season of getting a ‘naukri’, which will determine my status Quo, everyone starts taking things seriously. So, I am no exception. Herd Mentality.
The company, package, profile, and every such syndrome starts showing up when you are in the final year. Also, it’s a mixed feeling when any of your friends get placed with a good package. As said by Farhan (Madhvan) in 3 Idiots, “When your best friend fails, you feel bad. But when he comes first, you feel more bad.” So you are under pressure to grab whatever opportunity comes in your way. It is a tough job to get a job, but come on; I don’t wanna be left out.
Everyone thinks that he/she can hit the bulls eye in one go. Getting a pay package of 10-15 lakhs per annum is a piece of cake. But people break their teeth while trying to get a bite and that is when they become aware that the cake is made up of Rock and you need metal teeth to get the taste of it. So the ground reality is you wont get fat package it you are a fresher. There are always some compromises one has to make in life. Here, it is either to take a job that offers you a decent package but not the work you are interested in or slog with less money (sometimes it gives you the feeling that you are working for free) in the area of your interest.
But I had a problem. Neither of the choices would suffice my requirement. Good package in the field I wanted to work was not possible as I being a fresher; also I did not want to take any other job. But as it is said (I am not sure who said it) that ‘Money can make you forget anything, and can lure you towards anything’, so I was much smitten by it. No one on the Globe would have ever thought of doing this after an MBA, except if he/she has chosen ‘Political Science’ or ‘Economics’ as their subjects. So, I had decided that I want to become a ‘neta’.
Friends thought that I have gone crazy; my parents also took me to a psychiatrist for a check-up. But after constant hammering by everyone, I finally confessed why I made such a stupid decision. Being an MP has certain benefits:
• The basic pay you get is Rs. 50,000 per month
• Office expenses at around Rs.40,000 per month
• Constituency allowance Rs.40,000 pm
• Interest-free loans for buying cars Rs.4L per month
• Road mileage rate for vehicles used Rs.16/km
• Your spouse can travel any number of times in first class in railways
• Pension Rs.20,000 pm
Additional Perks:
• 1,50,000 free phone calls a year on 3 landlines and 2 mobiles
• Rent free housing; govt pays rent on furniture upto Rs.60,000 and Rs.1500 for additional items
• 50,000 units of electricity every year
• 400 kilo litres of water
Eligibility Criteria:
• Atleast 10th pass (or even fail will do)
• There should be some complaints filed against you
• You should have atleast once been to the jail
• You should have good marketing and communication skills (needed to promote yourself at the elections)
• You should be aggressive enough to prove your point, even if you are wrong
• You should be expert in throwing shoes...your aim should be perfect
Thus, I am still trying to convince my parents to allow me to become a neta, as this is one of the rare professions where there can be a 200% hike in your salary in one can still ask for more increment...I still have my fingers crossed...

Brotherhood-Courtesy Shantanu Houzwala

I Miss You......
I miss you when I am alone,
as I am in dark and you come to me as a light

I miss you each and every day of my life,
as you will come and tease me

I miss you on every festival,
as we will enjoy it together

I miss you whenever your sms arrives,
as you are reading it from the mobile

I miss you a lot when you leave me and go,
thinking that when will you arrive next time

I miss you my loving brother,
I miss you a lot.

The Formula of KISS

You might be wondering where I have been these days and why was there a scarcity of posts on my blog…But now I am back and with some new discoveries.
So, these many days I was on a Research Project. This wasn’t a usual research. The purpose of this research was to find what is it that makes us successful in life, and I found it!!! It’s a powerful four letter word-KISS.
This “KISS” helps you in many walks of your life. One can make complicated things simple. One can win over arguments. One can express their love without giving any benefit of doubt. It’s like a magic wand for boys of my age; they can propose a girl (if they are straight) without even getting their faces decorated!!!
So, how does this formula work? But before we move on to the methodical calculation and the step wise procedure, I would like to create some ambiguity:
When you here a sound of Hiss
Don’t be scared it’s just a Kiss
One or two heart beats you might just Miss
Scratching your head you’ll say “What the hell is this?”
Read it on you’ll get this
And once you get it you’ll just Kiss Kiss Kiss…
I hope I made it clear by making it unclear. Well I am nowhere near Newton and Einstein and neither want to make you confuse. I just want it to be Short and Simple. Hey, wait a second, you got the answer. Keep It Short & Simple, and that’s what KISS stands for. But believe me guys, it works.
Statutory Warning: Usage of only the Abbreviation may cause serious injuries to your health (especially at Public places and majorly from the Feminine side)

My Latest Hindi poem on 'Ghar'

यादों की बुनियाद

आखिर वो वक़्त आही गया जुदा होनेका
दो पल में फैसला करलिया बिखरनेका

मै अपनी ज़िंदगी में तो बढ़ता जा रहा हू
लेकिन साथ ही उन यादों को दफना रहा हू

मै पढ़ा, खेला, हँसा, रोया उन चार दीवारों में
वो आवाज़े अब्भी गूंजती है मेरे कानो में

कोशिष तो करता हू की मिटादू उन यादोको अपने दिलसे
लेकिन ये यादोंकी जड़े जुडी है उस मंजिल से

मुझे डर है इसकी रेखा पार करने का
क्या मुझे कभी मौका मिलेगा इस 'घर' में मेहेमान बनकर रेहेनेका...

a to z about me

a-from which my name starts and surname ends
b-blue eyes
c-creative (I think I am)
d-distance brings me closer to the loved ones
e-etc. is the word I usually use when I am not sure abut something
f-friends, the best part of my life
g- g u j j u
h-'hope' i never lose
i-intimacy (into-me-i-see)
j-jai shree Krishna
k-koool attitude
l-lots of laughter (lol)
m-mere sapno ki raani kab aaegi tu...
n-never fall in love
o-outstanding (or standing out);)
p-PARENTS (very imp part of my life)
q-'Q' i hate to stand in...
r-rat race, I don't like to be in
s-school life, the best life
t-temper always under control
u-unique identity
v-versatile
w-welcome to my world
x-xerox; it is a wonderful thing i am highly dependent on
y-yes, I can; but I don't know how???
z-zebra is colourful according to me

Dedicated to my Dearest friend-Venkatesh

VIVACIOUS VENKY



He is the blessing in Disguise

You never know when he may bring a Surprise!



He may not be easily available

But he surely achieves of what he is capable



He may not be so bothered about his future…

But he is definitely sure about his mind’s aperture



He may be sometimes very Hyper

All others are just coins and he is the ‘Striker’



He likes to Eat, Travel and Dream

For just helping you he may go to extreme



He is the one who always likes to Mesh

And we all know him by the name “VENKATESH”.

Yeh mera India!!!

Once there was a Scientist in USA. He never believed in God. He used to say that nothing like 'God' exists. One of his colleagues told him about India and millions of believers in God. To find out the reason, he went to India.
After a month or so, when he returned to USA, he kept on saying to everyone,"God actually exists!!"
Everybody who met him was very surprised to hear this from him. They asked him what did he see in India.
So, he started narrating this," I went to India and found out that, people there always keep on fighting on small things, there is corruption everywhere-from the politicians to the Traffic Cops, rich hate poor, car-owners hate bikers, and bikers hate bicyclers. And Pedestrians hate all of them. The buses and trains are always over-crowded. People sometimes have to sleep empty stomach" and he went on and on...
Then he finally said,"Taking all this into consideration, the country is still running, it is even progressing at a good rate. So, tell me guys, is it possible without God?"
Thus, on listening this everyone applauded. Jai ho!!! India Rocks!!!

From the Hearts of the Disabled!!!

The Children of Lesser God


Hey the "Normal" people of the society!
Its time now you face the reality
Enough of your years of inequality
Now lets live with harmony & integrity.

Why do you call me an outcast?
Is it that i am slow & you are fast?
Its not true that I always come last
Its just that you don't give me a chance to start.

Who gave you the power to take away my rights?
I may be the next Edison or one of the Brother Wrights
My future is same as bright
Its just that i only need a platform to board the flight.

I just want your love & care
And I know its plenty & not so rare
Please be honest & fair
As its time now to climb another stair...

Now 9:24 and 9:36 am does matter in my life

I can say that I have that quality in me of being punctual. Reaching at 10 instead of 10:30 was something I proudly said that I am punctual.
But the Mumbai locals proved me wrong. To reach my office at 10:30 at Khar, I have to leave my place which is in Kandivali at 9:15 so that I reach the office on time. If I reach the station by 9:30, I miss the 9:24 Borivali return slow train - the code to be understood from the indicator(BO 9:24S).
If catch 9:36 train, I reach at 10:45. Never in my life I have known the importance of how some minutes and seconds make so much difference in ones life.
But I wont give up so easily. Everyday I will try to catch the 9:24 wala train.

Inside secrets...

My Favorite place-Loonavla

Sitting in the Loo (Toilet)
I think about blue
And without having any clue
My heart just flew flew flew.

Travelling to the Hill Station
Leaving back my frustration
Getting ahead of the situation
I reveal my in-depth emotion.

The beauty just makes me dream
It feels as soft as the cream
My ears hear a scream
It’s nothing, I just imagined the extreme.

The last thing I ever knew
Was the pure cool breeze that made my hair flew
Then bringing my heart to rescue
I realized that I am still sitting in my Loo.

My 1st Ever poem

hey people this was my 1st ever poem,
(I wrote it in one of the boring lectures)

I WISH

I wish i could sleep for sometime;
so that I am prevented frm commiting a crime.
Sitting on these stiff &immovable chairs instead;
I wish I was snoring in my bed.
People say that I am a 'sleeping freak';
But I wish they could hear my heart speak.
Its now hard for me to hold & keep;
I wish that I could sleep.
Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Hello People,

I welcome myself in the world of Blogging. As I have named my Blog as Life Memoir, it will include everything related to me and the ways in which I am related to the world.

So Happy Reading!!!

God Bless You!!!