Saturday, September 30, 2006

test ..kya se kya

well..
everytime before i start my semester me and some of my frenz waste considerable amt of time pledgin n resolvin to finish read each day and to not let the the black experiences of past exam repeat..
and here i am thinkin of new new pledges to study each day again and tomorrow is my test..

well this is what happens invariably in all tests..
we get to know that we got test some 6 7 days before
i am all determined to study atleast once before the penultimate day
i fix up some good time to start studying
then somehow i goof it up with sleep or gaming or something not even remotely close to studying
so the penultimate day morning i think i should start studying
by afternoon i gather the syllabus
and sometime in evening i begin my epic journey

i study and study continously(bole to ,i read for 20 mins and take a break for 40 mins..)

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

bangalore puna -bus ride or a memorable journey

usually i take trains between blore and surat
but this day i had to take bus as our tickets didnt get confirmed
when in trains the first thing that we do is to go lookin for name list on the door and find out if there is any girls in our compartments what we usually look for is f 16 to 27 and then go actually in to those compartments and check them out.

kaun bata sakta hai? they may be friendly and we can have someone nice to talk through the journey .till now ive gotten lucky only 2ce
once there was a sports meet in blore and the girls were in our compartment
other time we had 2 israelian ladies as co passengers
both were memorable

so.i packed my stuff takin care that it should be light as it was a bus and got ready for a 24 hour bumpy ride.the bus was comfortable and all . with me on right was dhaval and on my left side sitting all by herself was a beautiful girl wearin a bright yellow t-shirt and baggy pants(the comfy choice for a long bus journey).the passage was between us.

before it left blore i called up most of my friends and told them goodbyes and stuff.me n dhaval exchanged what we did in the holidays.all this time i was lookin for n oppurtunity to talk to this gurl.it never came as she was always on phone talikn wid some one in marathi.. so i got my colin forbe novel out and startd readin...movie lagaya bus wale ne an i reluctantly watched sunny deol outsmart as well as outmaneuver a whole 'paltan' of pakistani terrorists..
fianlly at 10 pm we stopped for dinner at a hotel in tumkur.dhaval said " this is the chance da . u must talk to her ".i said " ok. we'll see".

then we went in and spotted her sitting alone a bit uncomfortable maybe at the prospect of eatin alone . as dhaval never takes initiative with girls i went near her table and asked whether she minded us joinin her for dinner. she was grateful for the company .thats when we introduced ourselves and she told that her name and told us that she teaches german and has been doin that for an year,she was goin back to her home after a long stressful half year ..bus me to chalu ho gaya mein.

i find it very easy to make acquintances and even easier to convert them into nice friends in no time. we started chattin and she told me about her job and stuff. we came back to bus and chatted for a long time.. she turned out to be a very interestin and bindaas person. she rode bikes(fiero favourite) ,her office was in leela palace which is a well known place ..thats it ..raat 1 baje tak baat shaat chal raha tha .

from then on at all breaks we got out together had food and refreshments and stuff.by 11 am we were chattin about girls in our college and her friends. at some places we also shopped . she got some solapuris(old styled sandals) and i got a lot of snacks.i never minded the bumpy rides in between as i had a wonderful company..well what can i say the time flew by and soon we entered maharastra and she was supposed to get down at pune..

when we stopped at places in maharastra she started speakin in marathi with waiters and vendors and told me that it was a really good feeling to be able to speak in marathi with ppl after a long time..well near pune there were a lot of ultimately beautiful views of hills and greenery..she pointed to some hills and told abt them .. i didnt get their names but found out that its really easy to climb them and that we can have a hell of a picnic at top if we go with friends..

chalo finally pune came and we said good byes and off she went..
so a 24 hour forgettable bumpy bus ride from blore to surat was converted into a really memorable expierence about which i could write a blog of this length..
u know u get to meet really nice ppl not only in train but also in bus.. so keep travellin....

floods .. jo bhi kahunga sach kahunga sach ke siwa kuch nahi kahunga...

i always used to see big picturesof ppl walkin in knee deep waters , vehicles moving in the waters ,and water in the kitchens and halls of houses splashed over the news papers about once a year. then i'd think ' abe itna hi paani hai to problem kya hai logon ko.. vo doob to nahi rahe haina?'


but abhi pata chala ki knee deep water mein even 1 km chal ne se phat ke haath mein aaj ta hai.yeah, this time i was the one who got to walk across streets in water and got to look like a hero to all my friends back in blore .well i mightve bluffed to many guys that a boat came and rescued us and that we almost drowned in a whirlpool and sometimes (if the audience was innocent(for those to whom ive told this)or stupid(for everyone else) enough )i also brought in a couple of choppers that picked us up wile we were crying for help.all that we did was walk a couple of kilometers in knee deep and sometimes thigh deep water..

all my friends who are crackin therir knuckles and remembering me narrating u any of the heroic deeds above ..well apun ne tum ko maamu banaya....

well this is how it starts. the day before critical condition we go out to look at the places where water has succeded in submerging the basements and had come to about a foot or two high.then we had some fun waddling in water and came backthinkin that were safe as that was about 2 kms away from our hostels.

and the next day when we get up i see out of our window and suddenly i feel im watchin from a window in a first class cabin of a ship.yeah.. our hostel had become a sorta island with 3 feet water surrounding it.

the previous evening we all had got together and started just bakaring as we had nothing else to do.. the electricity had gone. then it got dark and i got a bit scared..uknow i think i can face anything as long as i have power supply and a few friends with me ..but andhere mein with no light , no computers ,no fans and no mobiles(yes even the networks had gone down) phat ti hai baabu..we started feelin a bit tense after some time as we ran out of topics to bakar about..
so i went to other hostel and with some of my friends went to terrace and saw surat at night... water here and there.. and no light anywhere except for the burning chimney of ONGC..we started exchanging ghost stories till late in the night..then i went back and slept..really it got scary sometimes with all the new information of mr.bhoots fvt haunts and his ways of time pass ringing in my head ,alone in my room..

then in the morning all the ground floor guys packed their luggages and kept them in upper floor rooms..

then we got a rumour that the girls hostels have submerged and the girls will come to our hostel.. so we abandoned all plans of leaving and waited for them to come so that we may look as knights in shining armour... but they never came and even we lost our patience and decided to go to station somehow ..

thats when we walked about 2 kms in knee deep water(i can tell u knee deep water in bath tub is one thing and its a totally dft feeling if the whole city looks like ur bath tub) .we took photos of us ,as if someone was drownin or as if we were swimming against a heavy tide in mobile cameras).as soon as we saw road (without water) we all hurrayed and danced and someone even kissed the ground.. thats when we got a sumo went to station and from there we just went to dft places ...

thats it ..
the whole flood expirience without any exaggeration..
this is for u guys but
ill surely tell my grandchildren that a chopper rescued me in flood...
chance pe dance karne ka
haina???