The Kings of my Life

Don't if the movie was rightly titled "Singh is King" (I know the extra n's!! stop correcting me) but the title in itself draws a lot of meaning.

Past approx. 2 years of my life have been very 'eventful' and happening. And the integral part of this chunk of life have been the 4 Singhs or should i say my 4 Kings:

Singh 1 : Abhay Singh aka Khachchar 4. How this King came to be called a 'Khuchchar' is a mystery to me. This fellow is the fairest of all the kings. Always enthused about

• trips, but cozy and comfortable ones
• wanting a bandi, but without efforts
• drinking water or it has become a part of him???
  
• KFC; at least I have this one to thank him for. Rest of the kings are useless her for me.

Looking at his picture my mom said ki ladkiyan to marti hongi isspar! I could have LOLed and fallen to the ground, but i controlled my emotions.
For me, let see... I can call him the Senti King. Dosti nibhana koi isse seekhe. Senti hokar rona bhi khulkar karna aur support karne ki bhi puri 'koshish' karna (very poor attempt though). Jo bhi kaho hai to mera dost! TT mein chhad chhadkar shots matra hai aur surprisingly lagg bhi jaate hain... probability on his side i guess... (God's Debris is a good read btw)
Jokes apart, I have always liked people with open heart sharing.
Mil jaegi tujhe bhi teri 'Queen' kissi din... kyun Fasih ki to ab shaadi hone wali hai... :P


Singh 2: Ajendra Singh aka Khachchar 2. Believes in :

• Sutta, part and parcel of life...
• Adventure: biking, tripping or the following
  
• Doosre Khachchar ki marni hai...
• In turn koi aur fuss jaye to uski bhi marni hai...
• Senti situation ki marna is the solution... esp. in your High state.

So that leads me to titling him the No NonSense King. And the smartest of the 4. One thing is that this guy have a lot of stamina; stamina for fun and stamina for running... no not running from situations but actually running... Always game for fun. But sadly he has lost his talent in the TT game. The Khachchar are not the same anymore. Can't psyche anyone now :P Muahahahahahaaa!!!!


Singh 3: Kalpna Singh aka Ksingh. We shall start with her beliefs:

• Fundaepedia: never ending chain of Facts/Gyaan from her book of life
• ShareWiki/KTorrent: everything from her life is available here. Unstoppable in the she goes ON n On n on n oN with the sharings from her life!
• Bakar: apart from the 'sharing' (the genuine conversation) lot of time goes into unfruitful bakar. One of the funda says "Life is short, don't waste it by keeping quiet."
• Don't play with words. Every perception leads to the same thing.
  

But whatever it be she's actually a King of hearts. Never seen anybody so compassionately involved in resolving the troubles/ settling the troubled minds of others. Extremes of macha (fun) and load (nikki nikki gallaan te). Ek hi piece hoga shayad iske jaise to.
Ksingh homonym with Casing. Pata nai but kaafi relevant lagta hai ye term iss aunty (thats what we call every female in our company) ke liye. Safe haven for many. Everyone comes to her with their issues couz sbko pata hi ye achche se sunegi. But still... hasna nai seekha abhi tk... :P

Singh 4: Its me... they call be RD. I am not really a younger sibling of RDx (haha... i knw i knw!! bekar tha...) I know what i believe in:

• Riding: biking is pure bliss for me. That feeling is unmatchable for me
• Adventure: Small life. Before things start to rust and people start reaching now remote places, experience them... live them...
• Music: singing, humming, guitaring and just listening(best and the easiest)...
• Bakar: Yes, I too believe in this but partner in crime hona chahiye...

I don't really feel like a 'King' if you take the rest 3 out from life. Don't know what I should really title myself. May be the other kings would help me out here. 'Singh King'??? Yeah that could work. :) After all I am a King along side the Singhs.

I can recollect the off-route trekking that we four took on our trip to Kufri... ;)
Going over and above the others; those who choose to take the cemented road... :P
Crossing small farms.. with flowers all around... :D
Reaching our "Secret Pond" with mist and horses... :)
Then just before declaring the discovery finding a bottle of whisky... :(

Somethings shall always remain special in the Pages of Time... and that how it is supposed to be...

I'd expect to relive that moment sometime in the future with all the 4 Singhs...

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वक़्त नहीं

Sharing a "kavita" i read recently

हर ख़ुशी है लोगों के दामन में ,
पर एक हंसी के लिए वक़्त नहीं.
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में,
ज़िन्दगी के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं.

माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है,
पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक़्त नहीं.
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके,
अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का भी वक़्त नहीं.

सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं,
पर दोस्ती के लिए वक़्त नहीं.
गैरों की क्या बात करें,
जब अपनों के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं.

आँखों में है नींद बड़ी,
पर सोने का वक़्त नहीं.
दिल है ग़मों से भरा,
पर रोने का भी वक़्त नहीं.

पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौड़े,
की थकने का भी वक़्त नहीं.
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें,
जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक़्त नहीं.

तूही बता ए ज़िन्दगी,
इस ज़िन्दगी का क्या होगा,
की हर पल मरने वालों को,
जीने के लिए भी वक़्त नहीं..........

Mumbai 'N Goa Experience...

I was think originally thinking of compiling the stuff the notes i took, but rather feel like copy pasting the notes itself...

Here it goes:

1. Bus truck kiss at Gurgaon. Last ppl to board the plane. Mumbai autos stalking us. Mumbai food pav bhaji, paneer bhurji. Leg outside auto and a pole. Rush to bus. Again the last ones.

2. Goa. Chinki at first site(short clothes). Free hsptl. Abr ch (Abhishek and chhavi) at Panaji. Joy gh (guest house) calangute. Cafe n pool n Xacutti. Key locked inside ch (chhavi) at 1 am. Dope.

3. Beach n beer. Mota story (firang kiss experience). Brkfst at 4pm. Activa's. Baga beach. Hukka n Port wine. Karaoke (wonderwall n other fav's + bonus Ipaddi something something). Airport Mota 4am. Costliest loo (45rs per head at airport).

4. Looser cruise panaji (leave the beer and dancing). Abr ch bye bye. New bikes (FZ and Avenger). Brittos Cafe at Baga(Good food + cakes).

5. New Rooms(cheaper). Anjuna cozy place - shore bar (with a kittie, dogs and a cute kid). Vagatore beach, chapora fort (people staring at 4 Greenies). Arambhol (movie shows - sex and the city etc in the cafe).

6. Panjim church. Old Goa church (nice stretch along the sea for riding). Calangute - Fisherman's cove (baby king fish and pomfret). Cutting day. Anna's plan drenched in rain.

7. More rain. Plans screwed. Pete's eggs. 13 total. Greenies Meanies 4. Condolim beach. Wrecked ship. Aguada fort looser place (or it was the rain.. don't knw). Rain getting on our nerves. Pete's xacutti + sorpotel (yummy). Anna's Sutta lit from a Dhooop. No tito's mambo's (too expensive). Lots of beer. No lights (they closed down the bar but we refused to go 'N cleared up tables and those guys slept). Drunken night thuss (NOTE: I am still making notes :) ).

"Mohabatt to bahut hai"..

".... decision to ab tumhara hai"

"Samundar mein doob kar..."

3.3am v left bar. Staff slept on tables. Hukka. 6am call to . Slept in trinity (these are the notes from the last night. Trinity means 4 of us slept on the same bed in a triangular kinda formation).

8. Left room. Pete's. More eggs. Infantaria - lobster, dream may cum true (it did!) ; cheap extensive but slow service. Port wine in bus (Goa->Mumbai) wid salted cashews. Good nap. Chilli (had no blankets + A/C bus + Wet clothes... :P).

9. Mumbai. Luggage at cousin's. Local (train) travel (only Sid stayed up). Nariman pt n Marine drive. Gateway of India. Colaba. Leopold Cafe (Shantaram's fans - Me Negi n Sid). Area resembles CP. Bagdadi - cheap nonveg no nonsense (Irani resto). Coffee /2 at Taj; super nonsense.

And thats all :)

Eyewitness from an Eye... P-)

Subu's b'day party... 26th Night...

This was supposed to be the biggest bonanza of the year and indeed it was something! People with their crazy ideas of Fasting... (means no drinking)... finally broke the vows on the day. Okay then... lets start:

Don't knw why but i decided to fit everything into the tight schedule. Watched Terminator 4: salvation with office colleagues and rushed back home to pick my transportation: The Royal Bullet. Kicking life into it, i rushed to pick up Shruti just in time to get a beating... (for being late of course!)... But it was a wish come true actually!! ;) On the way she was telling how Veronica told her that she'd kill her if she doesn't show up; which is when i told her that i used the same thing on Veronica herself... :P

We reached Gurgaon with a lot of time to spare. Wasn't 12 already at least! Then the whole Mel Milaap thingie went on... We then waited to Sabana, richa, ksingh and negi to show up. Apparently, these guys went to a Mall to start their own party! Couldn't blame them. There wasn't any electricity there and the heat was just taking its toll. Finally these guys showed up and then again the whole Mel Milaap thing went on. Couldn't understand the girl shouting and wooing thing during the whole process. Anyway, after like 10-15mins we realized that Ksingh was missing in action. Everyone looked at Negi and ...!! :0... She wondered if she had left her locked in the car... lolz.. The search party found her standing by Negi's car in the posture of retching (ready to Puke). When asked to join the party, she showed a Fingure... (not THE FINGURE...) saying 1 min lagega.. :) People eventually loose sense of time in their inebriated state. By that time Reddy, veronica and Joneja also joined the party... and ksingh too came up after her first session of .. u knw what...

Subu finally got to cut his b'day cake (all thanx to casing) at around 1/2 an hr past 12. Pandey Papa and company enjoying their Euro trip rang up for the wishes... and its was Papa's b'day as well... :)

Non-drinkers didn't have a place here... but Shruti somehow manages to be at par with her latent abilities... (reminds me of Fassi and his juice pack)... The more subtle people took to their sweet spots and settled down...

We had some of the finest whisky, vodka and tequila available at the counter... :) The first bottle of whisky went into thin air in matter of minutes!! And thats when i knew the party has already taken its turn for the best... Crazy dancing, with shubham and me as the only representatives of our gender... and rest all items from the other... :P I even made them do the sit-ups bhangra steps!! And as always... there was no stopping our favourite Veronica... kept falling on reddy (already asleep)... like a bomb!! Sabbu (read Sabana) copied exact steps for the dance number "Marjaani - billu".

The jamming went on for a while and then around 3am we settled down to eat some fun and some of those good old wedding talks for ksingh... always an interesting topic :) That it point till which i remember... just don't knw when i went to sleep...

People left one by one and the lesser mortal souls, troubled by the power cuts, decided to take the party to Mocha... While people had Green Apple Hukka, i had the smoke... :| and subu had a NAP!! :)

Mademoiselle Chhavi: you are probably the only person who hasn't change a bit in this 1 yr after college. Good for us!

Mademoiselle Richa: Wow!!! how much slimmer you intend to get haan???

Sabbu: Nice glasses man... wonder what it reminds us of?

Ani sir: You are the ideal child courtesy Manishita...

The 3 musketeers: You guys are my favourite...

Anna: Dude!! Hope u had some sleep on the following days... This guys didn't sleep at all that night!

The organisers: Sorry for the appartment guys on behalf of everyone... but man you guys rock!!

And those of you who might be wondering whats with the Heading "...An Eye"... well actually i had injured one of eyes when i reached and had to keep a patch (hanky with ice) on it for like the rest of the time... thats why the smilie.... P-) innovative naa...??

The Aroma of Seventh Heaven

Sitting in the cab today i recalled... where all it began; the mystical power that this smell holds over me.

The Beginning:

Setup: Boy's hostel - 1, NSIT, Dwarka.

Year : 2006-7

After a full day of hard work in the college... mix of masti and study... I used to come back to the hostel just in time for the Evening snacks. The snacks varied between bread pakoda, sandwiches, samosa... and other unexciting stuffs. They may have been unexciting yet I used to keep an alarm for each meal. Couldn't afford to skip many meals with my physique :P. So... Like any ordinary day, i stuffed my stomach with dinner as much as i could without puking. One could stuff their stomach but the hunger was there to stay. And we went to bed with this hunger of heart...

Some time in the night the sleep broke, whether due to this unbearable hunger or some crazy maniac playing idiotic songs at full volume or some shouting (b'day celebrations often) or just another call from nature. You open the door... not expecting anything... literally blank... when a fine aroma takes ur attention!! In an instance u forget why u are awake... why u are alive... and the hunger speaks and u follow that magical thing, bound by its spell. Subconsciously, u end up at the doorstep of room no. B 304...

Something animated is in there!! What is this guy doing at 3 in the morning??!! But without any further question u knock on the door... and.... tadaaa.....!!! u now know... its

Maggi!!!!

But not just any maggie...

a maggie cake being cooked on an ordinary room heater with almost perfected skills of the Kumar... Sumit Kumar (maado)...

And one bit of the hot steamy maggi, directly out of the utensil used to cook it... and u are on a direct bus to the Cloud Nine... :D

Nothing better to pacify the hunger in your heart...

Even now... i wake up middle of the night... with an expectation in heart... and wish... i could teleport to that exact setup just once more... and cherish the same...

Aroma of the Seventh Heaven...

Chansal Road Trip

Day 1:

Destination: Chakrata <2275m>

Distance: 364kms!!

Riders:

Indigo – PT, Swetaab, Keshav and Jeetu

RE Std – RD and Chander

RE Electra – CB and AJ

Pulsar 180 - AB

The first day of the trip started with a pending sleep for everybody from the last night, all thanx to Fassi. The car was behind the schedule in reaching the meeting point so we decided to start with the bikes at around 7 a.m. With tanks full, we hit the road; destination Chakrata ( around 350 kms ). Skipping through the traffic jams at Mujafarnagar and Rorkee on our bulls, we knew it would be hard for the car to catch up; that too with our frequent breaks (sutta, water and stuff…).

We decided to have our breakfast at a Dhaba on the outskirt of Rorkee. Interesting fact: we got CB’s bike’s permanent number here in Rorkee. Okay… so… with our breakfast done, still the car couldn’t catch up so we decided to move on. But fate has some play left. The pulsar got punctured and we had to stop a little longer; long enough to meet our new friends: Swetaab and Keshav (who were in the car). We gathered again at Dehradun. Bike has its own limitations. It gets heated up pretty fast and that makes breaks a mandate. The Indigo gained easy on us from here couz we didn’t have traffic to our advantage. That was actually a good thing J. PT and others were waiting near a hairpin turn for us. When we arrived he told us that he couldn't see us coming but hear the thunder approaching!

Well that’s why we are Bulleteers… nai? Out of the 150 kms approx from Dehradun – Chakrata, only 48kms is hill riding. But the elevation and less traffic made up for it. We barely managed to reach Chakrata before dusk. Having eaten only one meal since morning, we were really hungry and Bun-Omlette did the trick for us. So much so that we did our breakfast the next day the same way! We couldn't find any accommodation there so we had to do a little more riding to YudhVeer’s. It was a Moonlight drive along the hill where one could see where he’ll end up if he goes off the road, all thanx to the No-Tree hills. Mithun Dada’s movie Roti ki Keemat kept us going through the rest of the night. Probably another post is required to explain that! That along with the l**** wildlife story.And L**** se yaad aya... Swetaab bhaiya kaise ho?? ;)

 

Day 2:

Destination: Rohru <1600m>

Distance: 80kms to Tuini, +45kms to Rohru

Riders: PT shifted to Bike while Chander went in Car

 View from Chakrata Hotel in the morning.

This is what the view from our hotel in Chakrata looked like in the morning. One major concern was that there aren’t any Patrol pumps there and we were well… “out of gas”. Buying it from the locals cost us 50% extra but he had little option. The road to Rohru is a pretty decent one and we didn’t face much of a problem hereafter. Took our time doing pits shots here and there.

 Goats are Real!

Who'd make a Hut there???

Finally, we made it to Rohru. Inquiring the locals there about Chansal’s approachability, we were a little disheartened. They told us that we are way over our heads and we won’t be able to make it to Chansal at this time of the year. Had lot of discussions over this and finally decided to GO FOR IT!!! Dinner time movie was one of Keshav's favourites.. .Laadla... Yes!!! thats the movie. He even recited Tilak Bhandari's (Shakti Kapoor) original "Tunna Tunna" for us. When we were about to shut the TV, he suggested we should wait as Sri Devi's gang rape attempt is about to be screened!!

 

 

Day 3:

Destination: Chansal Pass <4250m>

Distance: 40kms only…

We had our breakfast at Chirgaon, about 17kms from Rohru. When we entered the market there, every eye turned to us… or rather our Royal Rides to be fair. The Thunder was probably just irresistible for the crowd. This is when you could say “Feels like God!”… not some crappy 180cc effort at a geaser… a 350cc beast. We decided to replace our Indigo with a 4x4 couz of the terrain ahead. With our stomachs full, we decided to take a dip

just to cool off a bit.

The stretch along the river from Chrigoan was just amazing. However, the start of the rough trek was a bit scary. One would think if this is the beginning what was awaiting? There was steep inclination throughout and the pulsar could not bear 2 people. Even the locals at Chirgaon advised to leave the pulsar behind. Anyhow, way ahead of the car and not aware of the route, we just kept on riding. Then came the Super Bummer…

We had to cross thisriver to continue on the trek. CB went ahead first, and then came PT with the pulsar. While I was watching all this, I realized I’d better get my shoes off couz one wouldn’t want them wet. I asked Chander to kick the Bullet to life (I won't be reciting the "bike rakkhi hui thi wali" story here!) The dude, after doing that, decided to put the bike in gear and went ahead in the stream. The bike came to a halt in the middle and I had to run bare feet to push it. So eventually, everyone (except AJ) had to have their feet wet. You don’t want to know why Chander did this when I was trying to use my brains!!! :P On the TOP of all this, we were finally confirmed that we were on the WRONG TREK! :O And NO we didn’t cross the stream again. Instead we used the wooden bridge balanced on tree trunks across.

On the first signs of snow I started shouting. It had been a while actually since I have seen snow.

 First signs of SNOW!!

And CB had to bear with me all the way! Well the time finally came when we could no longer take the bike through Mud and Ice layers.

 

We chained them up in the side and joined the 4x4 gang.

The ride was scarier than I expected. The car would just start slipping with low traction and a layer of mud on the wheel. Ice on the road added to the concern. Time finally came when we ditched the car as and took off on foot. We encountered a bunch of locals going across Chansal for a Cricket Tournament. Their driver just didn’t know when to give up!

 

Now I ain’t qualified enuf to do justice to Chansal’s Virgin beauty. I’ll let the pictures talk then. “Like the resplendent crown for a noble face, the snow clad Chanshal range rises above the Pabbar Valley” –Pabbarvalley.com

And return trip isn’t much worth my time and effort :P

But I'd refer to one of the wonderful one liners of Keshav bhaiya...

"Kutte to hum bhi hai... Magar Paaaltu zyada..."

And of course!

Royal Enfield: Made like a gun, runs like a bullet

 

 

Read before you Forward

On a normal day this post would have been about :

1. How people support Forwarding Chains of mails

2. Mails with no relevance to mail

3. Jokes with no sense

But because it ain't no normal day, its not about that at all. Its not about the content of the mail but the Subject line itself.

Today Mr.P asked me to forward him a Joke or some interesting message. I tried my best to convince him that I am not a supporter of such mails and having realised this people don't forward junk to me anymore. Now frustrated with his persuasion, I do forward him a joke. Turns out this guy needed to forward this mail to a girl (haven't met her since 8th and chatting for a while now).

Now "frustrated" me took out all my frustration on the Subject line.  Mr.P reading the content and not paying any attention to the subject line forwards the message to the "chic". He's screwed alrite. Lets see how that turns out. :)

Moral : Don't push it too far with Raman.

What happens in Love

Here are a few lines captured from "Shantaram" regarding Love.

Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out - your friends, everyone you used to know. And its still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know its going to take you down with it.

What I say is that in situations like this a lifejacket would come in handy. But again, that for the people who plan ahead. 

Beautiful/Interesting quotes/lines

"When you really want something, the whole universe will conspires to make sure you get it" - The Alchemist
"The heart only talks to children, drunkards and elderly" - the Alchemist
(make sure you talk to your heart once in a while, cheers)

"the biggest trouble with the modern world is the intellectual fallacy that freedom and compulsion are two different things" - the Fountainhead

"Isn't that the root of every despicable action? Not selfishness, but the precisely the absence of the self" - the Fountainhead
(The second handler concept is being discussed here)

Please share more.

My Ignorance

Its been a long time since my last blog and there has been so many things that I have have experienced which i wished to share but due to sheer time constraints, just could not.

Just days before i went on to see this movie Mumbai Meri Jaan, i met an old friend who sensitized me towards the Bihar Flood issue that has been on the news for a while now. Not understanding the gravity of the situation till that day, i was shocked to realise the kind of chaos happening there and also my Ignorance towards things happening in my own country. I not only blaim myself for this but also the media.

I have had serious doubts about the credibility of the media in bringing the news to the masses. News channels lost their appeal to me a long time back with their whole Breaking News concept and the Arushi Murder Case. The case has been on the news longer than it should have been. They could always find something Masalafied enough to continue the thing for over a month. During the same time, also came along the Jaipur news. Over 80 people died in the blasts but no updates where available after 2 days. Media has been putting pressure on the Police by questioning their capability and asking for updates on the case every now and then. But now it seems they themselves are more involved in Creating rather than bringing the actual news.

The movie name came up becouse i wish to add to something about that too. It is actually a movie about Mumbai train blasts. But a good deal of satire against the press and the way it is captured on-screen just impressed me. The movie also questions the rigidity of the mind and how we stereotype people based on their profession, religion, community etc.

An important part of growing up is Self-realisation. I realised that i have still a lot to learn couz i still don't trust the Police. Rather than being feeling secure in their presence, i m all the more scared. Well i am sure the situation will change with time and effort. Some day not distant from now, the media will be bringing the news in all its verasity.

Through this post i sincerely thank that friend of mine (Pandey Papa) and the makers of this movie.

Must watchs:
1. Mumbai meri jaan
2. A Wednusday

Paan Liquor

If you are thinking this post is about a Wine or some related to it, well sorry for the disappointment. I ain't no wine expert, still I'll try to explain what Paan liquor is.

Paan Liquor is low alcohol content drink (that's what we were told at least) with a really really strong fragrance of Paan, which must be obvious by now. The thing about Paan liquor is that its highly concentrated, almost like a perfume, and is harder for the throat than a Vodka. The proper way of consuming it is that you take a few drops on your tongue and roll it. The drops evaporate in the mouth itself leaving behind a sweetest-ly sweet PAAN taste on the tongue. Going by this algorithm, it took us nearly 2hrs to windup an odd 30-40ml glass of this EXOTIC drink.

The drink wouldn't have so much of significance had it come at a wrong time, wrong place. It came at the climax of a day hard-to-forget. Paan Liquor was the essence of every single moment spent in careless, senseless, overly-expensive and some outrageous acts that very day. A day where you could talk without regrets, eat luxuries (with regrets later) and just forget everything else. The day came as a savior in the midst of crazy flow of emotions, towards the ending of our College life.

Ecstasy without taking Ecstasy. I shall call the day "The Paan Liquor Day".

Human Mathematics

We know how to ... 'x' (multiply)
We are good at ... '/' (divide)
We strive for ... ' ^ ' (power)
We believe in ... '<' '>' (u Know!! )

But we are still 'Sad' because we never understood '=' (equality)

PS: "Medicine makes us ill, Mathematics makes us Sad, and theology makes us sinful - Martin Luther"

The 12'O clock story

Had to post it.

was standing at Dadar Station (New Delhi) when my attention went towards a Sikh youth standing near me wearing a Black turban having a long beard and wearing a kirpan over his shirt looking similar to a Terrorist. After a while one local train arrived, which was totally packed. The Sikh youth tried to alight the train but failed to do so. Just then a voice was heard from back coach 'Sardarji Barah Baj gaye' (Sir its 12 o'clock!)

The Sikh youth looked over at that voice maker who was a young mischievous type of person and instead of showing any anger made a smile towards him. The smile made was so enigmatic that it seemed some type of truth lies behind it. Not able to resist my temptation I walked towards him and asked why did he smile at that person who teased him. The Sikh replied 'he was not teasing me but was asking for my Help'. I was surprised with these words and he told me that there was a big history behind that which one should know. I was eager to know the History and the Sikh youth narrated:

During 17th Century when Hindustan was ruled by Mughals all the people were humiliated and were treated like animal. Mughals treated the Hindu women as there own property and were forcing all Hindus to accept Islam and even used to kill the people if they were refusing to accept.

That time our Ninth Guru Sri Guru Teg Bhadarji who came forward, in request of some Kashmir Pandits to fight against all these cruel activities. Guruji told the Mughal emperor if he could succeed in converting him to Islam all the Hindus would accept the same but if he failed, he should stop all those activities . The Mughal emperor happily agreed to that but even after lots of torture to Guruji and his fellow members he failed to convert him to Islam and Guruji along with his other four fellow members who were also tortured for the same sacrificed their lives in Chandni Chowk. Since the Mughals were unable to convert them to Islam they were assassinated. Tthus Guruji sacrificed his life for Protection of Hindu religion. Can anybody lay his life that too for protection of some other religion. This is the reason he is still remembered has Hind Ki Chaddar . For sake of whom he had sacrificed his life, none of the them came forward to lift his body with a fear that they would also be assassinated .

Seeing this incident our 10th Guruji, Sri Guru Gobind Singhji (Son of Guru Teg Bahadarji) made a resolution that he would make such a human who would not be able to hide himself and could be easily located in thousands, THE SIKH.

At the start Sikhs were very less in numbers even though they were fighting against the Mughals emperors. At that time Nadir Shah raided Delhi in the year 1739 and looted Hindustan and was carrying lot of Hindustan treasures and nearly 2200 Hindu women along with him. The news spread like a fire and was heard by Sardar Jassa Singh who was the Commander of the Sikh army at that time . He decided to attack Nadir Shah's Khafila on the same midnight. He did so and rescued all the Hindu women and they were safely sent to their homes. It didn't happen only once but thereafter whenever any Abdaalis or Iranis had looted Hindustan and were trying to carry out treasures and Hindu women along with them for selling them in Abdal markets, the Sikh army quite few in numbers but were bravehearted attacked them in the midnight,12 O'clock and rescued women.

After that time when there occurred a similar incidence people started to contact the Sikh army for their help and Sikhs used to attack the raider's at Midnight, 12 O'clock. It continued and became a fame that at midnight nearly at 12 O'clock it is very difficult to fight against Sikhs as the Sikhs get some Extra Power to save Religion, Nation and Humanity. Nobody can fight and win against them at midnight, this continues till now. Nowadays these smart people and some Sikh enemies who are afraid of Sikhs, have spread these words that at 12 O'clock the Sikhs goe out of their sense.

This historic fact was the reason which made me smile over that person as I thought that his Mother or Sister would be in trouble and wants my help which he was unable to provide and may be he was reminding me by saying off 'Sardarji Barah Baj Gaye'

As he was narrating the incident I was feeling ashamed of myself as I used to click and enjoy the jokes on Sikhs and too made fun of them. But now I have got the truth that these Sikhs are born for others and they are real patriotic to Humanity and Religion. What are we all doing to these great Saints and Soldiers ???? instead of thanking them we all are making fun.

Earlier the Sikh youth appeared as a Terrorist but now I could see the reflection of real Patriotic person in him.

This story was printed in celebration of the 300th anniversary of the Khalsa.

My income, Your INCOME

I had a long GD (group-discussion) with my friends over “Will you have any problems if your partner (hopefully female for all of them) earns more than you??”

If this was the question asked a decade earlier our answer might have been obvious. Back then there would have been issues even with her being employed. Let’s see what this (my) generation has in their mind.

1. HE is the Bread-earner: one of us put forth this point that Male ego is hurt if is unable to provide for his family. He is supposed to be the one Earning and supporting his family. It’s a failure for him if it requires his wife to work in order to do that. His ego is hurt.

Who decides these Roles anyway? Let me take a guess, the so called Society we live in. Who made these roles and is there some kind of a RULE BOOK for this??? I would love to have to look at it. The whole structure of this Society is Rigid (I don’t say it’s not changing or something).

One of us was worried what the Society will say if she is earning more than me. Why does society interfere in every little personal matter?? But again if one has to live in a society one has to follow the norms hai naa!!! My answer would be- don’t let THIS SOCIETY know anything about your salary. Screw the people who ask the FIRST question, on hearing about a job, about the Package. Rather Ask about the company profile and the profile offered. Ethics to Ghaas charne jaate hain naa iss time par.

2. Job satisfaction: another argument was what is MY job profile and am I satisfied or not. Of course, this would be an important factor. Now even if I m earning a little (or very) less than her but my Profile is good and interests me, I would not have any problems. Some good Govt. posts like IAS might pay a little less but one can’t compare its prestige with any (and I mean ANY) software job.

3. Her attitude: this might be the biggest factor according to me. If she makes you feel inferior to her then my friend your marriage is screwed (hope I m not using the word that frequently). You are in real crap then (this is one of Justin’s favorites). But the same should apply to the MALE counterpart. It’s a delicate balance between the two parties. It’s like a Coalition govt. with none having complete majority to form a GOVT. lolz.

No wonder people are Scared about marriage decision. Perhaps the toughest decision one has to make in his/her entire life.

Sometimes I feel we might be too young to worry about such issues. Its been a long time since i wrote something . This seemed like a worthy context.

Coloured Thoughts

Your comments please...

The Reason

Why am I writing this blog?? I don't know!!

I was angry with him... annoyed that he behaves in the way he does...
And as I thought things over... I realized something...
Now I m angry... not with him, but with myself...
We call each other friends yet I failed to understand him...
I know his priorities yet I expect him to go against them...
I have been the selfish one all the way...


So am I wrong about my friendship???
Do I have the right to call him a Friend???

Frankly, I m confused!!!


Now...

An Environmentalist works for the Nature
Military for the Nation
Socialist for the betterment of the Society
The UN for the International Relationships

What m I???

I am about to become an Engineer...
so... What is that I would be working for???
Money???
Comfort???
Technology???

How is different from being a Politician???
Power??? And the means to get reach there???

Again...
We have the Feminists, where are the Melinists???!!! Misogynist!!! No...


So many unanswered questions, for which i Seek answers too soon...
Again restless and selfish...

It all started off with trying to understand the mentality of others...
All with a simple question : "Why do people behave like that? What is going on in their mind?"
Now I m caught in the web woven by me.
Now it has become : "Why did 'I' did that? What is going on in this Mind?"
The day I understand MYSELF, able to remove this Iron curtain... well that would be an Achievement...

The Reason I wrote all this; different things in my MIND all in one go??? Again...
As a wise man would say... CONFUSION!!! (except there are "???" instead of "!!!")

My Secret Bearer

I always used to think that I am the kind of person who does not actually NEED someone...

That Special Someone, who is always by your side, comforting you, it may be by mere Presence or the simple fact that she/he Listens to you...( Although i haven't been in much situations of the sort where one needs to comfort a friend, a loved one... the mere idea of such situation gave me a "Panic Attack", as i think is the case with most GUYS... But Trust me fellows Listening is the simplest thing you can do... )

But i was Wrong... :)
I m not talking about those GF and BF types of relationship... not judging the credibility of people in such relationships either couz i m simply not in a position to comment on them...

Well well well... in my case its My Di and (special thanx to Google) the GTalk messenger...
This sweet sweet cousin of mine changed my whole outlook of life, especially the Relationships...
The girl...(although pretends to be busy sometimes) is most of the time there ONLINE...i know i know...Welliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hai.... :)

But the things i have shared with her, whether they are my feelings, my problems and those lil lil things happening in my life... well Nobody else on THIS PLANET know about them...
At times she gives me courage to do things which even I know are right but hesitate to do...
And its a kind of satisfaction that there is atleast one person who knows you...


Everybody shares their concerns with her, she don't know Y...
But certainly don't mind...
She's the LOCK to the room where my Secrets are kept...
And only I hold the Passkey...
It have no breaks...
It bear no cracks...
as tough as boots...
She's my Secret Bearer....

Hats Off To All Those Beautiful Ladies Who Rock My World.... ;)

JOb Party - The Rain of Drinks and The Dance in Rain

Well lets Start off with "The Rain of Drinks"...
I m not much of a Drinker, rather rarely had any, couz there ought to be some of those Idiotic Non-Drinkers (the ones less in number) who have to take every Drunk guy back to His Room...
But Not this Job Party... Thankfully most of my Fulltime Drinking Friends restrained from becoming "Tunn"...!!!
But there was ONE thing i couldn't help noticing... Our lovely Seniors left no margin for Errors...
The Daaru was, what's the word i shud use, "Umpteen"... :)
It was like there was Literally a "Shower of Vodka n Whisky!!!"
All You Got to Do is:
OPEN YOUR MOUTH...
CLOSE YOUR EYES....
fACE TOWARDS THE SKY....
AND tADAAAM!!! Daaru..... :)




Now "A Dance in the Rain"

Well, this is the part where I come into play... Obviously I was among the First few people who started Dancing... You know whats the most amazing part...
Stand facing the Disco Lites, with Your Arms wide open,
Water (hopefully!!!) drops falling on Your Face...
The Time just seemed to have stopped...
Feeling I don't have words for... Baffling!!!!


And the Dance with all those Bewadaas... well actually its more fun... though i missed my regular dance partners, but this experience was NONE THE LESS...

Well socked in water, the skin getting all Wrinkly, I had to leave...
But didn't leave empty handed...

Thanku My Seniors For the Most Amazing Party Of My Life...

Job Party - yum yum....

Well the day itself was amazing... started with a wonderful weather after such long days of scorching SUN... But I had a written exam for the Internships!!! n as i was about to reach the place, it started RAINING heavily...that also for the time i took to reach the place, then suddenly...GONE!!... Hard luck.. :) (Just in case u wondering - the written went OHHKAY!!)


Well back on the track...

THE FOOD : there's hardly anything i could write here worth describing the delicacies... ;)
Thought i will not eat non-veg for sometime...guess wat?? NOT this day...
Our lovely seniors kept on bringing more n more n MORE of the chicken...but "there was a lot on our plates"...had to ask for new ones!! hehe....
Then the most unexpected thing happened... the lights went off!! but could it stop us..?? NOOOO... a big BIG NOO....

A senior also drove a BIKE into our own MESS...for the LIGHTING arrangement...
sometimes i wonder, how good of JUGAADU's we have become... :)

Then the ice-cream.. Let me put it this way...
A Large Scoop (really large!!) of ice-cream...don't really know the flavor but was green....
With HOT CHOCOLATE poured all over it.... hmm.... YUM YUM...!!!



One thing i missed the most about this Party was...
The Presence of our OWN Renowned.... Pandey sir...