Actually got bored midway.. but completing it.. My friend Sobhit knows how "busy" I am. So he's given me my task for the day.. Mission Accomplished (I guess one more to go) :)
Here's the quiz
[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking
[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle
[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself
[ ] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks
[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.
[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow
[x] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times
(tried after reading d above statement,hehee.. and couldn't :P)
[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.
[x] You just tried to sing them.
(jst nw, after reading d above statement, couldn't resist.. they do hv d same rythm..)
[x] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.
[ ] You have choked on your own spit .
[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.
[x] You’ve never seen the Matrix.
[ ] You type only with two fingers.
[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire
[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.
[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.
[x] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair
(didn't fall off the chair though)
[x] You stared hard at someone trying to figure whether the person was he or she
[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking
[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about
[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you
[x] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.
(get to hear the inticts and inner voice gyaan alot)
[x] You use your fingers to do simple math
[x] You have eaten a bug
[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important
[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it
[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand
[ ] You have ran around naked in your house.
[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.
[ ] You break a lot of things.
[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you
[x] You tilt your head when you’re confused
[x] You have fallen out of your chair before
[x] Mistook your teacher to be a student
(actually vice versa, was fooled to believe dat a student ws a teacher, and to my deense, the whl class was fooled :P )
[x] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall
[x] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.
[x] Have you opened your mouth to say something but then you pretended as if you were yawning because you forgot what you wanted to say.
So basically i'm 57.5%dumb.. lol!!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
the tag of innocence and guilt
RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.
Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent.
Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.
Ever told a lie? Guilty.
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Innocent.
Kissed a picture? Innocent.
Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty.
Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.
Held a snake? Innocent.
Been suspended from school? Innocent.
Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
Stolen from a store? Innocent.
Been fired from a job? Innocent.
Done something you regret? Guilty.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.
Kissed in the rain? Innocent.
Sat on a roof top? Guilty.
Kissed someone you shouldn't? Innocent.
Sang in the shower? Guilty.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.
Shaved your head? Innocent.
Had a boxing membership? Innocent.
Made a boyfriend cry? Guilty.
Been in a band? Innocent.
Shot a gun? Innocent.
Donated Blood? Innocent.
Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.
Eaten cheesecake? Innocent.
Still love someone you shouldn't? Innocent.
Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.
Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.
Been too honest? Guilty.
Ruined a surprise? Guilty.
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn't walk after wards? Guilty.
Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.
Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent.
Joined a pageant? Innocent.
Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
Had communication with your ex? Innocent.
Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent
Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.
RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.
Asked someone to marry you? Innocent.
Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent.
Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.
Ever told a lie? Guilty.
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Innocent.
Kissed a picture? Innocent.
Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty.
Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.
Held a snake? Innocent.
Been suspended from school? Innocent.
Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.
Stolen from a store? Innocent.
Been fired from a job? Innocent.
Done something you regret? Guilty.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.
Kissed in the rain? Innocent.
Sat on a roof top? Guilty.
Kissed someone you shouldn't? Innocent.
Sang in the shower? Guilty.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent.
Shaved your head? Innocent.
Had a boxing membership? Innocent.
Made a boyfriend cry? Guilty.
Been in a band? Innocent.
Shot a gun? Innocent.
Donated Blood? Innocent.
Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.
Eaten cheesecake? Innocent.
Still love someone you shouldn't? Innocent.
Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.
Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.
Been too honest? Guilty.
Ruined a surprise? Guilty.
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn't walk after wards? Guilty.
Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.
Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent.
Joined a pageant? Innocent.
Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.
Had communication with your ex? Innocent.
Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent
Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
I am visiting my blog after a veeeerrrrryyy long time.. And it shows that I am out of touch with writing.. (It took me 5 mins to think of from where to start, and this is what I came up with.. :P So first of all sincere apologies to my blog.. I know you must have missed me :P
Anyways, there is a reason for coming back to it after this long a time.. Yesterday I was narrating an incidence to my mum and bhai, and suddenly I realized I need to pen it down.. So here I am..
Now this incidence occurred sometime back, I guess somewhere in Feb.. So here I am presenting the one very eventful day in my life..
9:00 am:
It’s a nice sunny day.. We have a company coming to campus for internship process for which we have applied. So we all are dressed up in business suits walking around like looserish lawyers in black and white (ya, that’s the dress code).. Some people who are genuinely interested are also preparing for the process (read Kittu, for those who know her)
11:00 am:
The ppt finally is about to start. So we all are gathered in the seminar hall. Two guys from the company enter, and our first look at them is enough to tell us we are not sitting at the process. The second turn off, it’s a sales profile. And for those of you who don’t know, we MBA’s are sales averse. Even if we are good for nothing, we consider ourselves too good for sales. Period. To top it all the presentors from the company were a sight in themselves. It was like “ye hume hire karenge”.. One of them actually suggested standing outside offices and befriending the gatekeeper to get an entry into the office for B-B selling.. :P So after this hardly 4 people were left to take part in the process.
1:00 pm:
Now the ppt’s over, but we are not in the mood to move back home. After all it’s a nice sunny afternoon, perfect for a day out. After a lot of planning and plotting we finally decide to go to IIFT to have parathas. Its almost 2 by the time we leave.
2:00 pm
I am seated in Neeti’s car. Its 4 girls in the car, and Neeti’s driving. Now very predictably, we are just chatting, chatting and chatting.. What else can be expected.. So we are on our way to IIFT, which is only a few kilometers away from my college. In the process of our nonstop talks we take a wrong turn. We need to take a u-turn now, and it’s a road without any divider. Neeti turns the car, the car is half turned in for the u-turn, I am the one who’s talking right now and BAAAMMMMMMMM…
Ya guys, you guessed it right, we met an accident. And here begins one of the most eventful day of my life… and also the one of the longest.
2:45 pm
So coming back to BAMMMMMMMM.. a white color Maruti had hit our half turned gery Maruti from behind.. The guy was speeding and couldn’t get in control at the right time, so he hit us really hard. And trust me it was bad. Our poor old maruti was badly shaken, for a minute we were in a state of shock thinking, “what hit us” (also in the literal sense :P)
2:50 pm
As soon as we get a grip of the situation, we rush out of the car to make sure the guy doesn’t run away. Luckily he had stopped himself. Ya he’s a guy, named “Kanhai”
Now a description of the site of accident:
Our poor old Maruti is standing in the middle of the road, the bumper is some 3 mtrs away blocking the road (oh.. even our car is blocking the road :P )
We four girls are busy screaming on Kanhai, his car is parked almost 100 metres away from where the accident took place.
Crowd has gathered around us. Now its 4 girls against a guy, so you can guess whom the crowd is supporting. Yup, we have all the support :P Two people even claimed to be the eyewitnesses.
None of us remembers that our poor old hurt car is still there in the middle of the road.
3:00 pm
In the mean time we had informed all the other’s who had already reached IIFT about the accident. They are all here. Its 4 more guys and 2 more cars (precisely). The car and bumper have been taken care of. Its now parked at the roadside.
Now a description of the conversation at the site of accident:
As soon as we got out of the car we realized we have finally found a purpose in life. We were ready for the kill. How dare you Mr, these were our sentiments.
Apparently, this guy Kanhai is rather easy to deal with (read fattu). And we were literally making his life hell. "Women Power"
Neeti: are u mad, are you blind, sadak ke beech mein khadi itni badi gaadi ni dikhai di
Kanhai : I’m sorry
Neha : sorry ko chaaten kya hum. Pay for the damages dude. Hume abhi k abhi paise chahiye.
Kanhai : actually I am going for my dance class (he takes out his CDs as a proof). I can’t miss that. I have a commitment. Mera phone le lo. Mere paas paise bhi ni hain. Will get it from class. I will come anywhere you ask me to after the class
We take the phone, inspect it to make sure k “asli nokia hai”
He’s about to leave and OMG, someone actually grabbed his collar.
Neha: kahan bhaag re hain ji aap. Hum pagal dikhte hain kya. Kahin ni jar a tu. Kahin se bhi paise lao.
In the mean time I take out his car keys. I could have killed him, so taking car keys was nothing for me at that point :P
Now we have his phone, his car keys (and also his cds)
Swati: auto se jao aur paise leke aao, agar humaari gaadi ni hil ri to tumhari bhi yahin rahegi. ( as if we would do that in his situation :P)
Mahak: yaar pata karo kitne ka damage hua hai.
Before telling you what we quoted, here’s a description of our own car:
It’s a 7-8 years old Maruti 800, the gear box makes weird noises at times. And describing how Neeti drives, trust me you have to see it to believe it :P
Our price quote is : rs 7000, not a penny less (we had called Maruti people for the price of original parts ;)
Now he’s pleading, mujhe jane do (anybody would :P)
Jhoot no 1:
He explains us the gravity of the situation and how important his dance class is. Class kya bol re ho, hum to apna interview chod ke yahan khade hain (our clothes are the proof)
Humne wo miss kar dia, sab teri galti hai.
Now comes the best part:
The police arrived. The whole scene is explained to the police. We are still arguing with Kanhai.
Suddenly we realize that Neha is not with us. I turn back and there she is talking personally to the traffic police guys.
For some reason Neha assumes all police walas are Haryanvis which happens to be her mother tounge. So there she is trying to convince them (in Haryanvi) that it’s the guys fault.
Considering how HOT Neha is, it was not a surprised how interested the guy was in listening to her. (Haryanvi or not Haryanvi ;)
We go and bring her back.
By now you must be wondering what the guys (“the male species”) were doing,
Mayank: now this guy is totally in love with his girlfriend. So it wasn't a surprise seeing him busy on the phone, pacing up and down the pavement. Btw, he was the one who called Maruti guys to know the price quote. (i give u credit mayank :P )
Amit : ye hain humare bade bhaiya. He was eldest guy amongst us and the only one trying to put some sense into the brains of both the parties. Sadly, he didn't succeed much.
Chanakya : To be honest I don't remember what he was doing. I just heard him telling Neeti that 2500 mein maan jate hain.
Ramit : he’s busy making sure we girls are under surveillance. After what neha did, you can realize the imporatance of Ramit’s role. To be honest, he was genuinely trying to help alot
6: 30 pm
Yes people, its this late. We all are still at the site. The crowd by now has left. 2 guys have entered the picture. Ye humari dilli ke wo log hain jinka ek maatr kaam doosron ke fadde mein taang addana hai. They are now supporting Kanhai. Btw when we were demanded 7000 bucks, he had agreed to give 2500. Now he (with the support of the losers) was like, main ek paisa bhi ni doonga. Basically, hallat bigad chuke hain…
7:30 pm
By now things have become quite mundane and stagnant. We are tired of arguing. The case is out of traffic police jurisdiction. Cops from nearest police station may arrive anytime.
Also by now we are bored of the whole thing, so the second most important thing in our life, FOOD, is the point of focus. Mayank and Ramit go back to IIFT. Ab paranthe khane aaye the to wp to kha ke hi jayenge na :P
By the time they come back with food, the police has arrived and another set of explanations was going on. Btw, at one point when the cop said “peeche se kahan lagi hai, tumne mara hai aage uski gaadi”, Someone from our group got so agitated that he actually grabbed his sleeve. Luckily police uncle didn't realise who it was, else the story would’ve been quite different (ab ye to Haryanvi bhi ni the na ;) ). Police uncle ne mujhse poocha tha, kisne pakdi meri kameez :P
Jaise hi kahana aaya, hum sab bhool ke paranthon pe toot pade (quite literally). Within 5 mins 6 parathas were gone. No, actually 5.. Ramit being the good boy had saved one for neeti. Trust me I still don’t know kaun se paranthe the, though I was told later that they had 6 different stuffings. Mere lie sab aaloo k paranthe the. Hehee..
8:00 pm
Finally the whole thing is resolved. Some uncle and aunt of Kanhai living somewhere nearby arrive. We were paid 2000 bucks. Neeti shook hands with Kanhai, who seemed to have lost a kg or so in the whole turmoil (waise hum aaj tak maante hain k use phook maarte to wo udd jata, poor dancing dude)
9:00 pm
We click the car’s pics, with us around it in random poses. Suddenly our Jhansi ki Rani (read neha) shows us Kanhai’s dance class cds. (poor thing was so glad to get back his car keys and phone, that he forgot his crucial class’s cds :p )
After calling Kanhai some weird names and god knows what all, she breaks the cds into pieces as small as possible, throws the pieces on the ground and stamps on the poor pieces repeatedly. This actually summerized, what we faced today.. lol..
So this was the end of my long day. I reach home at around 10. Narrate a half true half cooked up story at home (obviously I was not in that car). THE END.
P.S 1: Neeti drove back home herself, all the way up to Dwarka. Neha was the brave one to accompany her halfway so that she regains her confidence. yup, she was quite shaken by the whole thing( Kudos to both of them :) )
P.S 2: the car got repaired for less than 2000, she also got the insurance claim. And we all got a (well deserved) treat :)
P.S : almost a month after this, again the four of us were going to IIFT, same car, same people. We met an accident yet again. Neeti ne ek pedestrian ke pair pe gaadi chadha di. In a fit of rage he twisted both the wipers. Since then the four of us never travel in the same car together.
Anyways, there is a reason for coming back to it after this long a time.. Yesterday I was narrating an incidence to my mum and bhai, and suddenly I realized I need to pen it down.. So here I am..
Now this incidence occurred sometime back, I guess somewhere in Feb.. So here I am presenting the one very eventful day in my life..
9:00 am:
It’s a nice sunny day.. We have a company coming to campus for internship process for which we have applied. So we all are dressed up in business suits walking around like looserish lawyers in black and white (ya, that’s the dress code).. Some people who are genuinely interested are also preparing for the process (read Kittu, for those who know her)
11:00 am:
The ppt finally is about to start. So we all are gathered in the seminar hall. Two guys from the company enter, and our first look at them is enough to tell us we are not sitting at the process. The second turn off, it’s a sales profile. And for those of you who don’t know, we MBA’s are sales averse. Even if we are good for nothing, we consider ourselves too good for sales. Period. To top it all the presentors from the company were a sight in themselves. It was like “ye hume hire karenge”.. One of them actually suggested standing outside offices and befriending the gatekeeper to get an entry into the office for B-B selling.. :P So after this hardly 4 people were left to take part in the process.
1:00 pm:
Now the ppt’s over, but we are not in the mood to move back home. After all it’s a nice sunny afternoon, perfect for a day out. After a lot of planning and plotting we finally decide to go to IIFT to have parathas. Its almost 2 by the time we leave.
2:00 pm
I am seated in Neeti’s car. Its 4 girls in the car, and Neeti’s driving. Now very predictably, we are just chatting, chatting and chatting.. What else can be expected.. So we are on our way to IIFT, which is only a few kilometers away from my college. In the process of our nonstop talks we take a wrong turn. We need to take a u-turn now, and it’s a road without any divider. Neeti turns the car, the car is half turned in for the u-turn, I am the one who’s talking right now and BAAAMMMMMMMM…
Ya guys, you guessed it right, we met an accident. And here begins one of the most eventful day of my life… and also the one of the longest.
2:45 pm
So coming back to BAMMMMMMMM.. a white color Maruti had hit our half turned gery Maruti from behind.. The guy was speeding and couldn’t get in control at the right time, so he hit us really hard. And trust me it was bad. Our poor old maruti was badly shaken, for a minute we were in a state of shock thinking, “what hit us” (also in the literal sense :P)
2:50 pm
As soon as we get a grip of the situation, we rush out of the car to make sure the guy doesn’t run away. Luckily he had stopped himself. Ya he’s a guy, named “Kanhai”
Now a description of the site of accident:
Our poor old Maruti is standing in the middle of the road, the bumper is some 3 mtrs away blocking the road (oh.. even our car is blocking the road :P )
We four girls are busy screaming on Kanhai, his car is parked almost 100 metres away from where the accident took place.
Crowd has gathered around us. Now its 4 girls against a guy, so you can guess whom the crowd is supporting. Yup, we have all the support :P Two people even claimed to be the eyewitnesses.
None of us remembers that our poor old hurt car is still there in the middle of the road.
3:00 pm
In the mean time we had informed all the other’s who had already reached IIFT about the accident. They are all here. Its 4 more guys and 2 more cars (precisely). The car and bumper have been taken care of. Its now parked at the roadside.
Now a description of the conversation at the site of accident:
As soon as we got out of the car we realized we have finally found a purpose in life. We were ready for the kill. How dare you Mr, these were our sentiments.
Apparently, this guy Kanhai is rather easy to deal with (read fattu). And we were literally making his life hell. "Women Power"
Neeti: are u mad, are you blind, sadak ke beech mein khadi itni badi gaadi ni dikhai di
Kanhai : I’m sorry
Neha : sorry ko chaaten kya hum. Pay for the damages dude. Hume abhi k abhi paise chahiye.
Kanhai : actually I am going for my dance class (he takes out his CDs as a proof). I can’t miss that. I have a commitment. Mera phone le lo. Mere paas paise bhi ni hain. Will get it from class. I will come anywhere you ask me to after the class
We take the phone, inspect it to make sure k “asli nokia hai”
He’s about to leave and OMG, someone actually grabbed his collar.
Neha: kahan bhaag re hain ji aap. Hum pagal dikhte hain kya. Kahin ni jar a tu. Kahin se bhi paise lao.
In the mean time I take out his car keys. I could have killed him, so taking car keys was nothing for me at that point :P
Now we have his phone, his car keys (and also his cds)
Swati: auto se jao aur paise leke aao, agar humaari gaadi ni hil ri to tumhari bhi yahin rahegi. ( as if we would do that in his situation :P)
Mahak: yaar pata karo kitne ka damage hua hai.
Before telling you what we quoted, here’s a description of our own car:
It’s a 7-8 years old Maruti 800, the gear box makes weird noises at times. And describing how Neeti drives, trust me you have to see it to believe it :P
Our price quote is : rs 7000, not a penny less (we had called Maruti people for the price of original parts ;)
Now he’s pleading, mujhe jane do (anybody would :P)
Jhoot no 1:
He explains us the gravity of the situation and how important his dance class is. Class kya bol re ho, hum to apna interview chod ke yahan khade hain (our clothes are the proof)
Humne wo miss kar dia, sab teri galti hai.
Now comes the best part:
The police arrived. The whole scene is explained to the police. We are still arguing with Kanhai.
Suddenly we realize that Neha is not with us. I turn back and there she is talking personally to the traffic police guys.
For some reason Neha assumes all police walas are Haryanvis which happens to be her mother tounge. So there she is trying to convince them (in Haryanvi) that it’s the guys fault.
Considering how HOT Neha is, it was not a surprised how interested the guy was in listening to her. (Haryanvi or not Haryanvi ;)
We go and bring her back.
By now you must be wondering what the guys (“the male species”) were doing,
Mayank: now this guy is totally in love with his girlfriend. So it wasn't a surprise seeing him busy on the phone, pacing up and down the pavement. Btw, he was the one who called Maruti guys to know the price quote. (i give u credit mayank :P )
Amit : ye hain humare bade bhaiya. He was eldest guy amongst us and the only one trying to put some sense into the brains of both the parties. Sadly, he didn't succeed much.
Chanakya : To be honest I don't remember what he was doing. I just heard him telling Neeti that 2500 mein maan jate hain.
Ramit : he’s busy making sure we girls are under surveillance. After what neha did, you can realize the imporatance of Ramit’s role. To be honest, he was genuinely trying to help alot
6: 30 pm
Yes people, its this late. We all are still at the site. The crowd by now has left. 2 guys have entered the picture. Ye humari dilli ke wo log hain jinka ek maatr kaam doosron ke fadde mein taang addana hai. They are now supporting Kanhai. Btw when we were demanded 7000 bucks, he had agreed to give 2500. Now he (with the support of the losers) was like, main ek paisa bhi ni doonga. Basically, hallat bigad chuke hain…
7:30 pm
By now things have become quite mundane and stagnant. We are tired of arguing. The case is out of traffic police jurisdiction. Cops from nearest police station may arrive anytime.
Also by now we are bored of the whole thing, so the second most important thing in our life, FOOD, is the point of focus. Mayank and Ramit go back to IIFT. Ab paranthe khane aaye the to wp to kha ke hi jayenge na :P
By the time they come back with food, the police has arrived and another set of explanations was going on. Btw, at one point when the cop said “peeche se kahan lagi hai, tumne mara hai aage uski gaadi”, Someone from our group got so agitated that he actually grabbed his sleeve. Luckily police uncle didn't realise who it was, else the story would’ve been quite different (ab ye to Haryanvi bhi ni the na ;) ). Police uncle ne mujhse poocha tha, kisne pakdi meri kameez :P
Jaise hi kahana aaya, hum sab bhool ke paranthon pe toot pade (quite literally). Within 5 mins 6 parathas were gone. No, actually 5.. Ramit being the good boy had saved one for neeti. Trust me I still don’t know kaun se paranthe the, though I was told later that they had 6 different stuffings. Mere lie sab aaloo k paranthe the. Hehee..
8:00 pm
Finally the whole thing is resolved. Some uncle and aunt of Kanhai living somewhere nearby arrive. We were paid 2000 bucks. Neeti shook hands with Kanhai, who seemed to have lost a kg or so in the whole turmoil (waise hum aaj tak maante hain k use phook maarte to wo udd jata, poor dancing dude)
9:00 pm
We click the car’s pics, with us around it in random poses. Suddenly our Jhansi ki Rani (read neha) shows us Kanhai’s dance class cds. (poor thing was so glad to get back his car keys and phone, that he forgot his crucial class’s cds :p )
After calling Kanhai some weird names and god knows what all, she breaks the cds into pieces as small as possible, throws the pieces on the ground and stamps on the poor pieces repeatedly. This actually summerized, what we faced today.. lol..
So this was the end of my long day. I reach home at around 10. Narrate a half true half cooked up story at home (obviously I was not in that car). THE END.
P.S 1: Neeti drove back home herself, all the way up to Dwarka. Neha was the brave one to accompany her halfway so that she regains her confidence. yup, she was quite shaken by the whole thing( Kudos to both of them :) )
P.S 2: the car got repaired for less than 2000, she also got the insurance claim. And we all got a (well deserved) treat :)
P.S : almost a month after this, again the four of us were going to IIFT, same car, same people. We met an accident yet again. Neeti ne ek pedestrian ke pair pe gaadi chadha di. In a fit of rage he twisted both the wipers. Since then the four of us never travel in the same car together.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
can you really fake it??
if we ask ourself a question.. "am i proud to be 'me' " ?
i think 9 on 10 times the answer would be an instantaneous "yes, i surely am"..
OK.. accepted.. then why do we go around faking ourselves???.. And now the reply would be.. "no, we donot "..
REALLY?????...
if that's not so, then why do we all need an approval from the people around us for almost everything?.. why is it that deep down we want to be accepted.. and to seek this acceptance we are ready to mould ourselves, bend our rules, accept the unacceptable, do what we despise , and finally be what we are not..
i wanna ask WHY??..
is it so important to gel into the group or the team or the environment or whatever words we use for the same , that we forget the real "me".. just start reflecting whats around us.. walk around as mirrors.. now again we want to deny this.. but i don't think its thats easy to brush it away..
give it a thought, most of us think we cant mix two groups of friends.. you would prefer not being with your college and work friends together.. and you would give 20 different arguements for the same.. 'they are different people', 'they won't be comfortable', 'both the sets would feel out of place', blah blah blah!!!
naaaaa... the real reason is 'you are two different characters in front of them', ' you wont be comfortable', 'you would feel out of place'.. its you, not them...
the simple reason being, how can you play two different roles at the same time?.. how can you be the person you are for your college friends and the person you are for your work friends, both at the same time.. yes.. its two different people..
so now where's the "me", we begun with?.. which "me" were we proud of ?.. where did we lose that "me" ??...
the big question is whom are we trying to fool?.. yes you can easily fake it in front of the whole world.. rather you can master this art to the extend that one day you'll be a naturalat it..
but can you really fake it to the person who stares back from the mirror?..
i think 9 on 10 times the answer would be an instantaneous "yes, i surely am"..
OK.. accepted.. then why do we go around faking ourselves???.. And now the reply would be.. "no, we donot "..
REALLY?????...
if that's not so, then why do we all need an approval from the people around us for almost everything?.. why is it that deep down we want to be accepted.. and to seek this acceptance we are ready to mould ourselves, bend our rules, accept the unacceptable, do what we despise , and finally be what we are not..
i wanna ask WHY??..
is it so important to gel into the group or the team or the environment or whatever words we use for the same , that we forget the real "me".. just start reflecting whats around us.. walk around as mirrors.. now again we want to deny this.. but i don't think its thats easy to brush it away..
give it a thought, most of us think we cant mix two groups of friends.. you would prefer not being with your college and work friends together.. and you would give 20 different arguements for the same.. 'they are different people', 'they won't be comfortable', 'both the sets would feel out of place', blah blah blah!!!
naaaaa... the real reason is 'you are two different characters in front of them', ' you wont be comfortable', 'you would feel out of place'.. its you, not them...
the simple reason being, how can you play two different roles at the same time?.. how can you be the person you are for your college friends and the person you are for your work friends, both at the same time.. yes.. its two different people..
so now where's the "me", we begun with?.. which "me" were we proud of ?.. where did we lose that "me" ??...
the big question is whom are we trying to fool?.. yes you can easily fake it in front of the whole world.. rather you can master this art to the extend that one day you'll be a naturalat it..
but can you really fake it to the person who stares back from the mirror?..
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The "P-word"
"placements" is the topic of the season.. evrywhere u go, it follows u like a humming bee.. the more u try escaping, the more closely it follows.. morning discussion "IMI mein 40/220, MIB mein 3/40, ICFAI god knows (with d num of figures doing rounds!!) blah blah blah" .. and one thing common after all d disappointing figures.. we have managed 50% placements man 'kudos!!'.. isnt it being a sadist.. nopes.. here its about, "having an edge".. crap...
one night u sleep anticipating a shortlist.. don't get it.. next day u spend hovering over the possibility of more shortlists (which is being highly 'optimistic'!).. end of day : the disapponitment of not getting selected turns into an envy for the lucky few.. your friends turn your foes.. or "competitors" to b ethically correct.. u hate d sight of them; atleast on that day.. even their concern seems superfluous..
after thinking of all the possible reasons, including yr being "highly unlucky" to the"highly biased" shortlist, now yr mind is exhausted.. all u want is to be away frm d p-word.. head home to find solace.. can it be found??.. lets see.. an uncomfortable sleep, distressing thoughts and some nightmares.. this is what u get and d night's over.. here comes a new day.. again u hv to go to college.. god, what a pain!..
d music in your car is loud.. silence would give people a chance 2 converse.. who wants that.. so.... "loud music".. u r sitting there lost, staring out of d window purposelessly, not knowing what song's playing "so loud".. the car stops at the traffic signal.. a little fellow comes to yr window, wearing tattered clothes, walking bare foot, nose running; barely covered for a chilly delhi morning.. u ignore him.. regular beggar, u think.. but hey!!.. he's not begging.. he is shaking his head and dancing to the tune of your "loud music".. the signal turns green.. he steps back.. gives u d most beautiful smile in the world and waves u goodbye.. u wave back happily.. there's a smile on yr face.. a constant smile.. everything seems so uncomplicated.....
the rj plays the next song.. its 'bam bam bole'.. all the people in the car start singing the song in chorous.. it gets louder and louder... everyone is happy for no reason.. now nobody knows who got the shortlist and who didnt, who's placed, and who's not.. the volumes touch d roof on the line 'rat rat ke kyun tanker full'.. louder than the "loud music"................
one night u sleep anticipating a shortlist.. don't get it.. next day u spend hovering over the possibility of more shortlists (which is being highly 'optimistic'!).. end of day : the disapponitment of not getting selected turns into an envy for the lucky few.. your friends turn your foes.. or "competitors" to b ethically correct.. u hate d sight of them; atleast on that day.. even their concern seems superfluous..
after thinking of all the possible reasons, including yr being "highly unlucky" to the"highly biased" shortlist, now yr mind is exhausted.. all u want is to be away frm d p-word.. head home to find solace.. can it be found??.. lets see.. an uncomfortable sleep, distressing thoughts and some nightmares.. this is what u get and d night's over.. here comes a new day.. again u hv to go to college.. god, what a pain!..
d music in your car is loud.. silence would give people a chance 2 converse.. who wants that.. so.... "loud music".. u r sitting there lost, staring out of d window purposelessly, not knowing what song's playing "so loud".. the car stops at the traffic signal.. a little fellow comes to yr window, wearing tattered clothes, walking bare foot, nose running; barely covered for a chilly delhi morning.. u ignore him.. regular beggar, u think.. but hey!!.. he's not begging.. he is shaking his head and dancing to the tune of your "loud music".. the signal turns green.. he steps back.. gives u d most beautiful smile in the world and waves u goodbye.. u wave back happily.. there's a smile on yr face.. a constant smile.. everything seems so uncomplicated.....
the rj plays the next song.. its 'bam bam bole'.. all the people in the car start singing the song in chorous.. it gets louder and louder... everyone is happy for no reason.. now nobody knows who got the shortlist and who didnt, who's placed, and who's not.. the volumes touch d roof on the line 'rat rat ke kyun tanker full'.. louder than the "loud music"................
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