"When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.”
- Thomas Jefferson
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Axe!!
Akshotapuram... Axe effect... nautanki... From clearing misconceptions about each other to talking day in and day out on the phone... and conferencing online... discussing our chefs!!Everything we did was similar... isomerism... and yet different. Zany as hell... one fine day we decided to go to the US... take GRE and TOEFL... CBT.... and put the onus of cooking on the other... or take the chefs along...
And then nostalgic outings... moving out of college in a clandestine manner... and meeting at the metro station... wonder what we were intending to do... Ohhh I so miss that time now... and then CP!! Our specialty days... Look your "something" best days...
Masala Junction... Wisdom Mart... CCD after TOEFL... Coded talks... wow!! I miss them all... Plans which we coudn't realize... UPenn... UMCP...
Stupid songs... which I enjoy making fun of... Senti discussions... which ended in tears...
Kudos to you moti!!
:)
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Avantika
2003-2007 and hoping it continues... :)
By no doubt, the most beautiful and beautifood time of my life. Engineering. College. The best times. There was practically no need to say anything. My gussa/happiness and every other emotion was quite evident to a"bh"antika, it seems.
To think of it, the 1st year passed by without much camaraderie. 2nd year was accompanied with lots of His and Hellos.. The trip after... Bangalore... And we knew we've met our match... And thereon begins the journey to every nook and corner of the city... There was scope for going out and having fun with everyone... But sigh... our plans never materialized...
And here we had... 2 people completely alike. To the very core. The only difference being the pizza outlet preferred. There had been a difference of liking for jalapenos... But that vanished by the end of college :D
Never can think of what led to the gradual or not so gradual bond between us.. But it was fun throughout. We had misunderstandings, and naraazgi, and what not. No verbal fights though. And no cat-fight (although we were privileged to witness one in class...alas, no camera to record it). Hehe.
The C.L. times were good too... more of the Keventers times actually. And all the food... and shopping... and comment-passing...
Some moments which still make me laugh out loud...
The way we used to run back and walk again... just to see how chussa hua aam types somebody's boyfriend looks.
The same procedure being used to comment on the "babes" of igit.
Your chinki talks...which ended up in the official nomenclature "Chinki".
Momo-point... hogging on chicken momos and crispy spicy potatoes (I'm sure I'm still naming the dish incorrectly)
Being called "sisters" (lol)... courtesy Neha Singhal
The dull clothes episode... courtesy "Mamma-ne-kaha hai"
Clandestine photographs... IGIT cartoons
Ending up wearing same clothes every morning... with you rushing back to the hostel at 10 to change :D
.... and so many more.
It was good to see you again in Mumbai... Probably the major reason I was glad to be going to NITIE was the proximity of your place... It was fun... shopping and eating at Subway.
In fact, an extension of the above was when the first thing I checked about P&G's Mumbai office was how far it is from Hira Nandani. Lol. Hope to see you then too.
No words can actually describe how I light I used to feel after talking to you. How effective the bitching-sessions used to be! And it was surely wonderful, and still is, to have a friend like you. Wish we could have spent more time together.
The last sip is still yours. You know, kahin koi iss duniya mein "sunder" ho raha hoga!
Miss you dear :(
PS- Bhookh lagi hai. Kuch achha khaane chalte hain.
Some people really matter a lot... They possess great extra-ordinary powers (not the Heroes kind though). They'll make you laugh... and cry... and smile... and jump... and remember... out of nowhere. Happens with me quite frequently. I'm sitting and reading a book... and then suddenly I remember someone... and start missing him/her. And the process is, well, completely random. From this post onwards, I shall write about a few such people in my life... who just make it more beautiful.
:)
PS - they will be in no particular order.
:)
PS - they will be in no particular order.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Senseless senses..
Chaos. Utter chaos. Life. Priorities. Let go. Understand. Hate. Discover. Cry. Smile.
What probably was being said was true. Summers do open your eyes. Not only about your "core competencies", but more about the people surrounding you. People who pretend to be your friends. And all they can say is crap. All they can think is crap.
And at the same time, you find people who make you realize what I have been doing is right. That I should not care about these "shitty" people!
I acknowledge today that I made a huge huge mistake, thinking that a particular person is a friend... what she turned out to be was entirely opposite. I thank her for showing her true colors in the 2nd month of MDI... Now I know who to cut off myself from.
So its another 4-day gap between classes... The end result is what I wanted.
Today I finally realize that a stone is what I have to become when it comes to people like the ones I had been hanging out with during my first few weeks in MDI.. So long!
What probably was being said was true. Summers do open your eyes. Not only about your "core competencies", but more about the people surrounding you. People who pretend to be your friends. And all they can say is crap. All they can think is crap.
And at the same time, you find people who make you realize what I have been doing is right. That I should not care about these "shitty" people!
I acknowledge today that I made a huge huge mistake, thinking that a particular person is a friend... what she turned out to be was entirely opposite. I thank her for showing her true colors in the 2nd month of MDI... Now I know who to cut off myself from.
So its another 4-day gap between classes... The end result is what I wanted.
Today I finally realize that a stone is what I have to become when it comes to people like the ones I had been hanging out with during my first few weeks in MDI.. So long!
Monday, November 05, 2007
The Instant Noodles Theory
Ahem ahem... In a different writing mood tonight... somehow unexpected (by me too!).. But so it is.. And here it goes...
Instant noodles... Maggi... 2 minutes... In effect, thats all the time it takes for you to have your "inner soul" shouting whether you like the other person or not... Gut feeling i can call it... But its somewhere beyond that point where gut feeling ceases to be logical (ohh yes, its logical at times!)... And thats how it is...
Just like maggi can't be prepared in 2minutes... but it does sell with the 2minute funda... thats how my instant noodle theory works...
It fails... a number of times... But i don't regret it... for I have the alibi ready... "it was this feeling I had".
Somehow to think of it... and extending beyond categorizing people... I do a lot of things spontaneously... 12 jan 2006 for instance...!
:D
And then... I do figure out a reason for it... at least most of the times...
Ohh its a good world... I guess!
"And I don't want the world to see me..
Coz I don't think that they'll understand"
Friday, November 02, 2007
There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well it's always better when we're together
Yeah!! it's always better when we're together
(Jack Johnson)
No song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
Yeah we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well it's always better when we're together
Yeah!! it's always better when we're together
(Jack Johnson)
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Been a long time since I wrote something... Not that things haven't been going on in my mind... But I have fallen for the lazy trap... Procrastinating all along... Till yesterday I finally decided to pour it all again...
Somehow I feel MDI has taken away a part of me... two infact... the habit of reading non-stop... and...
Come December... and it shall be good...
:)
Somehow I feel MDI has taken away a part of me... two infact... the habit of reading non-stop... and...
Come December... and it shall be good...
:)
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Hyphen Intacto
(TOI - 26/sept/07)
Has the hyphen — that tiny punctuational drawbridge linking two otherwise unrelated words — become an endangered species? In the geostrategic sphere, Washington’s famous (or infamous, depending on your point of view) ‘hyphenated’ India-Pakistan equation has been dropped from the global political lexicon. Whether or not the nuclear deal with the US (which the Indian Left is doing its best to stymie) comes through or not, Washington is unlikely to once again equate India — whose 60th birthday is causing champagne corks to pop in New York, London and just about everywhere else — with its coeval, Pakistan, which seems inexorably to be sliding into chaos. So in Uncle Sam’s vocabulary regarding the subcontinent, the once ubiquitous hyphen is as dead as the dodo. Unfortunately for it, the hyphen isn’t faring better in the larger sphere of English usage. The latest edition of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary — that Michelin guide of what’s cooking semantically in the anglophone world — has dropped the hyphen from no less than 16,000 words. So ‘fig-leaf’ has dropped the ‘fig-leaf’ of the hyphen and become ‘fig leaf’, and ‘pot-belly’ has cut the umbilical cord of the intervening sign and is now officially ‘pot belly’. In other cases, the hyphen has been squeezed out of existence by the merger of previously hyphenated words: ‘pigeon-hole’ has been reborn in the amalgamated avatar of ‘pigeonhole’, and ‘leap-frog’ has turned into ‘leapfrog’.
Perhaps in an increasingly permissive linguistic environment where SMS-ese and other verbal shortcuts have become the order of the day, the hyphen is seen as a quaint relic of the past, rather like the hymen, the sign of female virginity, whose loss is held to be of no great account in a social climate amenable to casual (but safe) sex and live-in (should that now be ‘live in’?) relationships. Will the hyphen survive this all-pervasive onslaught? The answer might lie in the second last word of the last sentence: ‘all-pervasive’, a portmanteau adjective describing the subsequent word, ‘onslaught’. ‘Pot belly’ might be fine. But when you want to describe a person with such a belly you may find you have to have recourse to the adjectival ‘pot-bellied man’. Similarly, a ‘fine-tooth comb’ (a comb with closely designed teeth) is very different from a ‘fine tooth comb’ (presumably a handsome device for combing one’s teeth). While such distinctions matter, the hyphen will remain intacto.
Has the hyphen — that tiny punctuational drawbridge linking two otherwise unrelated words — become an endangered species? In the geostrategic sphere, Washington’s famous (or infamous, depending on your point of view) ‘hyphenated’ India-Pakistan equation has been dropped from the global political lexicon. Whether or not the nuclear deal with the US (which the Indian Left is doing its best to stymie) comes through or not, Washington is unlikely to once again equate India — whose 60th birthday is causing champagne corks to pop in New York, London and just about everywhere else — with its coeval, Pakistan, which seems inexorably to be sliding into chaos. So in Uncle Sam’s vocabulary regarding the subcontinent, the once ubiquitous hyphen is as dead as the dodo. Unfortunately for it, the hyphen isn’t faring better in the larger sphere of English usage. The latest edition of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary — that Michelin guide of what’s cooking semantically in the anglophone world — has dropped the hyphen from no less than 16,000 words. So ‘fig-leaf’ has dropped the ‘fig-leaf’ of the hyphen and become ‘fig leaf’, and ‘pot-belly’ has cut the umbilical cord of the intervening sign and is now officially ‘pot belly’. In other cases, the hyphen has been squeezed out of existence by the merger of previously hyphenated words: ‘pigeon-hole’ has been reborn in the amalgamated avatar of ‘pigeonhole’, and ‘leap-frog’ has turned into ‘leapfrog’.
Perhaps in an increasingly permissive linguistic environment where SMS-ese and other verbal shortcuts have become the order of the day, the hyphen is seen as a quaint relic of the past, rather like the hymen, the sign of female virginity, whose loss is held to be of no great account in a social climate amenable to casual (but safe) sex and live-in (should that now be ‘live in’?) relationships. Will the hyphen survive this all-pervasive onslaught? The answer might lie in the second last word of the last sentence: ‘all-pervasive’, a portmanteau adjective describing the subsequent word, ‘onslaught’. ‘Pot belly’ might be fine. But when you want to describe a person with such a belly you may find you have to have recourse to the adjectival ‘pot-bellied man’. Similarly, a ‘fine-tooth comb’ (a comb with closely designed teeth) is very different from a ‘fine tooth comb’ (presumably a handsome device for combing one’s teeth). While such distinctions matter, the hyphen will remain intacto.
Delhi ... Le-gennn-dary!!
Delhi is the best Indian city to live
(from ET)
MUMBAI: Riding on its high quality of life, transportation infrastructure and overall labour force contributing to its economic growth, Delhi has emerged on top among 48 Indian cities, including Mumbai, as the best place to reside, according to a report by Ernst & Young.
The report, which took into consideration 57 parameters before arriving at the conclusion, said between Delhi and Greater Mumbai, the national capital takes the lead on city prosperity index due to its lower population and hence higher per capita income. Delhi also indicates greater propensity to save earnings and lower credit growth.
The consultancy firm's findings were unveiled by Urban Development Minister S Jaipal Reddy at the Ficci-organised International Real Estate Summit here today.
On the business environment index as well, Delhi out scored all other cities as it has a large workforce and more number of management garduates, people employed in trade and services and other business activity as compared to most of the other major cities such as Mumbai, Chennai and Bangalore.
However, on the urban governance index, Greater Mumbai top-scored, leaving Delhi at the second spot.
"Delhi has arguably the best infrastructure in India. It has out-performed almost all cities on all the indcators that comprised the infrastructure index," the report said lauding its road network and social infrastructure, including hospital and educational institutes.
(from ET)
MUMBAI: Riding on its high quality of life, transportation infrastructure and overall labour force contributing to its economic growth, Delhi has emerged on top among 48 Indian cities, including Mumbai, as the best place to reside, according to a report by Ernst & Young.
The report, which took into consideration 57 parameters before arriving at the conclusion, said between Delhi and Greater Mumbai, the national capital takes the lead on city prosperity index due to its lower population and hence higher per capita income. Delhi also indicates greater propensity to save earnings and lower credit growth.
The consultancy firm's findings were unveiled by Urban Development Minister S Jaipal Reddy at the Ficci-organised International Real Estate Summit here today.
On the business environment index as well, Delhi out scored all other cities as it has a large workforce and more number of management garduates, people employed in trade and services and other business activity as compared to most of the other major cities such as Mumbai, Chennai and Bangalore.
However, on the urban governance index, Greater Mumbai top-scored, leaving Delhi at the second spot.
"Delhi has arguably the best infrastructure in India. It has out-performed almost all cities on all the indcators that comprised the infrastructure index," the report said lauding its road network and social infrastructure, including hospital and educational institutes.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Heroes
And I thought it would be a loser sitcom... But it was great... Yes I love super heroes... they are my escape from this reality... But theres something beyond superheroes... Theres more to Harry Potter than what you see... Theres more to life than what you can feel...
Theres always more; and yet we never try to find that out... I want to fall off the roof and know that it hurts... And I want to run through the rain and know that it cuts my eyes... I want to go off alone and know how I survive... I want to dive into the ocean and see how long I can breathe...
Theres always an Aragon... and a Dumbledore... There is always a hero... There is always an adventure...
Its sad to see very few people who want to live an adventure... Why do people even ask questions like "Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?" Its the worst question that could exist... Why should I plan my life and then live it? Life is an adventure... its the longest rollercoaster that could possibly exist... And yet we fail to do justice to it... Why do we think?
Eyes,
Missed the last train home
Birds pass by to tell me that im not alone
Well im pushing myself to finish this part
I can handle a lot
But one thing i miss
Its in your eyes
Have you seen this film
It reminds me of walking through the avenues
Well I'm washing my hands of attachments, yeah
I will land on the ground
But the one thing i miss
Is in your eyes
I just love the way Genesis starts... The simplest of all questions... and the one that can drive us mad... I am not same as the others... And thats what I am... I am not you...
Its special out there.... ohhh yes it is...
:)
Theres always more; and yet we never try to find that out... I want to fall off the roof and know that it hurts... And I want to run through the rain and know that it cuts my eyes... I want to go off alone and know how I survive... I want to dive into the ocean and see how long I can breathe...
Theres always an Aragon... and a Dumbledore... There is always a hero... There is always an adventure...
Its sad to see very few people who want to live an adventure... Why do people even ask questions like "Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?" Its the worst question that could exist... Why should I plan my life and then live it? Life is an adventure... its the longest rollercoaster that could possibly exist... And yet we fail to do justice to it... Why do we think?
Eyes,
Missed the last train home
Birds pass by to tell me that im not alone
Well im pushing myself to finish this part
I can handle a lot
But one thing i miss
Its in your eyes
Have you seen this film
It reminds me of walking through the avenues
Well I'm washing my hands of attachments, yeah
I will land on the ground
But the one thing i miss
Is in your eyes
I just love the way Genesis starts... The simplest of all questions... and the one that can drive us mad... I am not same as the others... And thats what I am... I am not you...
Its special out there.... ohhh yes it is...
:)
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Reliable...!?! The term we've used so very often... for C++ and Java.. and in software engineering... along with such terminology as robust and platform (in)dependent et all..
Red: Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Ahhhh.. I so absolutely hate this dialogue... sends more than just a shiver down the spine... The effect is more than a mere rethink process... its a whole journey retraversed... And so with this, I go down the memory lane... with a little (okay, big) wish at the back of my mind... that I shall traverse this road again as if it were new...
Red: Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
Ahhhh.. I so absolutely hate this dialogue... sends more than just a shiver down the spine... The effect is more than a mere rethink process... its a whole journey retraversed... And so with this, I go down the memory lane... with a little (okay, big) wish at the back of my mind... that I shall traverse this road again as if it were new...
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
In life, we'll all eventually get what we all need...and maybe what we all want... But then u'll always feel theres something amiss.. and thats what you have left behind...
I didn't get what I needed...and surely not what I wanted... You didn't either... But we left each other behind... to traverse the same path separately... Why? Ain't that illogical?
I didn't get what I needed...and surely not what I wanted... You didn't either... But we left each other behind... to traverse the same path separately... Why? Ain't that illogical?
Thursday, August 23, 2007
"I was thinking about another kind of river, one that runs through everyone of us, no matter where we come from, all over the world. It's the river of the heart, and the heart's desire. It's the pure, essential truth of what each one of us is, and can achieve. All my life I'd been a fighter. I was always ready, too ready, to fight for what I loved, and against what I deplored. In the end, I became the expression of that fight, and my real nature was concealed behind a mask of menace and hostility."
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Today was a day of anomalies...
My mood: quiet
Song: coldplay..fix you...
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Hmmm...Think....
My mood: quiet
Song: coldplay..fix you...
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Hmmm...Think....
The last time you talk...seems like a farce...and wiggling your head sideways...you look behind you... and see theres nothing left... just an empty space...
All this while you'd thought theres something with you...but then its all a lie..
LIFE is a big lie... everytime theres something happening, I try to feel I can take control... that I can make things work the way they should ideally... but woooooosh!! Life takes over... or would we attribute that to fate?
Till what extent can one believe in faith? I, for one, never did...but at this very moment...I wish it turns in my favour...which implies by itself that somewhere down the line..I have come to believe in it...though my conscious mind doesn't allow me to think so...
Talking about life and fate... where does this all lead to? Wouldn't it be better to have nothing than have some sadness? I would surely prefer that...whether it means that I appreciate the happy times or not...
Why am I so optimistic about certain things? Why can't I accept life on the face of it? Why do I try to challenge everything that life throws down on me? Why???
All this while you'd thought theres something with you...but then its all a lie..
LIFE is a big lie... everytime theres something happening, I try to feel I can take control... that I can make things work the way they should ideally... but woooooosh!! Life takes over... or would we attribute that to fate?
Till what extent can one believe in faith? I, for one, never did...but at this very moment...I wish it turns in my favour...which implies by itself that somewhere down the line..I have come to believe in it...though my conscious mind doesn't allow me to think so...
Talking about life and fate... where does this all lead to? Wouldn't it be better to have nothing than have some sadness? I would surely prefer that...whether it means that I appreciate the happy times or not...
Why am I so optimistic about certain things? Why can't I accept life on the face of it? Why do I try to challenge everything that life throws down on me? Why???
Thursday, August 16, 2007
In the boat..struggling to find balance, we soon discovered that the boat had started sinking..
Not losing hope, we decided to wait and find out whats irrelevant on the boat and throw it out..
But nothing happened...and you lost hope...decided to call it quits...
So I threw out stuff...hoping you'd stay...I threw away my self respect...my ego...my pride...my independence... but it didn't stay afloat...
I went further to throw away my friends...one by one...till I was left with the closest ones...
And then you threw me off it...
Not losing hope, we decided to wait and find out whats irrelevant on the boat and throw it out..
But nothing happened...and you lost hope...decided to call it quits...
So I threw out stuff...hoping you'd stay...I threw away my self respect...my ego...my pride...my independence... but it didn't stay afloat...
I went further to throw away my friends...one by one...till I was left with the closest ones...
And then you threw me off it...
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
"it ain't worth it"...
And the words ring in my head over and over and over again..The voice isn't mine though...But the tears are...
My question is..how can we decide beforehand whether something is worth our effort and time...Thats what time is doing for us (outsourcing)... How can we say something isn't worthwhile? How can it be when you, in the first place, don't want it to be worthwhile.. When you're looking for that one not-so-perfect moment...and then SNAP!...
Who are you? And who am I?
That, my dear, is the question..
And the words ring in my head over and over and over again..The voice isn't mine though...But the tears are...
My question is..how can we decide beforehand whether something is worth our effort and time...Thats what time is doing for us (outsourcing)... How can we say something isn't worthwhile? How can it be when you, in the first place, don't want it to be worthwhile.. When you're looking for that one not-so-perfect moment...and then SNAP!...
Who are you? And who am I?
That, my dear, is the question..
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The rock hit the plain ground .. apparently it had fallen from the high mountains.. Broke into pieces.. rolled down the road.. Dust and smaller pieces.. Got under the feet of people .. Flew away with the dust storm.. Landed at the doormat of an office.. Flew into the eyes of a child.. Washed away with the sea water..
But I'm going to collect it all.. I'll bring it all together..
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe..
:)
But I'm going to collect it all.. I'll bring it all together..
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe..
:)
Monday, July 09, 2007
The FOOD routine..
Once upon a time .. two bhookhi females met in igit... and hereon started the daily eating in-and-out, eating here-and-there routine .. which I'm sure we both miss ..
The following was our daily routine.. which made us realize within a few days that we live (and love) to eat ..
Time: 8:30am
Venue: my home
Event: missed call to avantika (an indication that I have started from my place)
Time: 8:45am
Venue: Inderlok metro station
Event: another missed call to avantika (an indication that I'm half way to the coll)
Time: 8:55 am
Venue: walking down along the monkey road
Event: continous missed calls (an indication to avantika that she better come down from her room)
Time: 9:00am
Venue: Outside electrical block
Event: Drink khus and orange squash (and occassionally glucose or lemon juice)
Time: 9:50am
Venue: Last bench of room E-308
Event: avan and I receive a missed call.. whoa! aggarwal is here.. going to come to the class via the loo!
Time: 10:00am
Venue: Yokohama/Handa aunty .. and HPMC
Event: go to aunty... see theres nothing good to drink .. next stop HPMC .. drink cold coffee.. agg buys juice..
Time: 11:00am
Venue: E-308
Event: Eat day schi food.. (hostelers really relish that). I complain to agg to get yummy sabzis. Agg makes a prominent idiotic face. We three eat (with occasional attacks coming from meghna, sonal and gang and priyakshi and khushboo).
My lunch: aloo / fried rice / such yummy food
Agg's lunch: karela / brinjal / beans ... :(
Time: 1:00pm
Venue: outside electrical block
Event: agg going back home .. lol. Avan n i pop up our fav ques .. which is one of the following:
Momo point @ Knags
THE best .. by far .. the best momos in india.. and decent prices .. We eat and relish veg steamed momos and chicken momos (steamed) .. and the red chilli sauce .. and spicy chilli potatoes .. and chilli garlic noodles .. and prawns .. chopsuey .. sweet 'n' sour .. yum yum yum! Its finger licking .. and hotttt!
34 Chaurangee Lane @ Knags
Yummy rolls... egg roll .. chicken roll... mouth watering ..
Omlettes @ Knags
Before this place, we never knew all that can be made from eggs .. and its delicious .. eat and eat and eattt...
Chuski @ Knags
Crushed ice iced with different colored syrups .. red and yellow and green .. eat it and spoil your clothes (waise bhi mom is going to wash it.. so.. go ahead)
Bunta @ Kgate
Outside the college .. and in the bara bazaar.. masala wala bunta ..
Kulche chhole @ Kgate
"Bhaiya .. kulche zyada fry nahi ... n chhole mein bahot zyada mirch .. and lotsa achaar and onion .. make it very spicy" !
Mango shake with ice cream @ Kgate
Our savior during summers.. its heavy.. and our say.. get loads of tinned cherry and dry fruits sprinkled over it!
Golgappas .. aloo chaat .. bharwa golgappas ... and all unhygienic food @Kgate
Boy!... That sure has increased our body's immunity .. with the yum factor
Rabri @ MLTR, Kgate
Lick your lips .. after this for sure.. though this was an occasional destination..
CP, Pitampura, Chandni Chowk, and other eating outlets to be covered tomorrow..
The following was our daily routine.. which made us realize within a few days that we live (and love) to eat ..
Time: 8:30am
Venue: my home
Event: missed call to avantika (an indication that I have started from my place)
Time: 8:45am
Venue: Inderlok metro station
Event: another missed call to avantika (an indication that I'm half way to the coll)
Time: 8:55 am
Venue: walking down along the monkey road
Event: continous missed calls (an indication to avantika that she better come down from her room)
Time: 9:00am
Venue: Outside electrical block
Event: Drink khus and orange squash (and occassionally glucose or lemon juice)
Time: 9:50am
Venue: Last bench of room E-308
Event: avan and I receive a missed call.. whoa! aggarwal is here.. going to come to the class via the loo!
Time: 10:00am
Venue: Yokohama/Handa aunty .. and HPMC
Event: go to aunty... see theres nothing good to drink .. next stop HPMC .. drink cold coffee.. agg buys juice..
Time: 11:00am
Venue: E-308
Event: Eat day schi food.. (hostelers really relish that). I complain to agg to get yummy sabzis. Agg makes a prominent idiotic face. We three eat (with occasional attacks coming from meghna, sonal and gang and priyakshi and khushboo).
My lunch: aloo / fried rice / such yummy food
Agg's lunch: karela / brinjal / beans ... :(
Time: 1:00pm
Venue: outside electrical block
Event: agg going back home .. lol. Avan n i pop up our fav ques .. which is one of the following:
- Bhookh lagi hai!
- "Mass bunkkkkk"
- Kuch achha khaana hai..
- Kahin bahar chalte hain...
Momo point @ Knags
THE best .. by far .. the best momos in india.. and decent prices .. We eat and relish veg steamed momos and chicken momos (steamed) .. and the red chilli sauce .. and spicy chilli potatoes .. and chilli garlic noodles .. and prawns .. chopsuey .. sweet 'n' sour .. yum yum yum! Its finger licking .. and hotttt!
34 Chaurangee Lane @ Knags
Yummy rolls... egg roll .. chicken roll... mouth watering ..
Omlettes @ Knags
Before this place, we never knew all that can be made from eggs .. and its delicious .. eat and eat and eattt...
Chuski @ Knags
Crushed ice iced with different colored syrups .. red and yellow and green .. eat it and spoil your clothes (waise bhi mom is going to wash it.. so.. go ahead)
Bunta @ Kgate
Outside the college .. and in the bara bazaar.. masala wala bunta ..
Kulche chhole @ Kgate
"Bhaiya .. kulche zyada fry nahi ... n chhole mein bahot zyada mirch .. and lotsa achaar and onion .. make it very spicy" !
Mango shake with ice cream @ Kgate
Our savior during summers.. its heavy.. and our say.. get loads of tinned cherry and dry fruits sprinkled over it!
Golgappas .. aloo chaat .. bharwa golgappas ... and all unhygienic food @Kgate
Boy!... That sure has increased our body's immunity .. with the yum factor
Rabri @ MLTR, Kgate
Lick your lips .. after this for sure.. though this was an occasional destination..
CP, Pitampura, Chandni Chowk, and other eating outlets to be covered tomorrow..
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Lost .. season 2.. don't remember the episode no.:
Hurley thinking..
Jin and the clucks' chicken: "Life's going to change now.."
And it has.. its somehow the same thing we try to fight against... until the day Rose comes in and tells us to accept it.
July 9 2007 .. 00.09 hrs.. A call.. A friend.. and the conversation.. shocking..
And i can't till the present minute.. There are some really close people .. whom to love to see together.. whom you HAVE seen together for a long long time..
And then.. one day.. things change.
I've never seen someone as happy as my friends X and Y .. I miss both of you.. And I hope I shall see you again.. as you were.. as we all were.. as we were happy.. as you were together.. as we were together.. i hope..
Hurley thinking..
Jin and the clucks' chicken: "Life's going to change now.."
And it has.. its somehow the same thing we try to fight against... until the day Rose comes in and tells us to accept it.
July 9 2007 .. 00.09 hrs.. A call.. A friend.. and the conversation.. shocking..
And i can't till the present minute.. There are some really close people .. whom to love to see together.. whom you HAVE seen together for a long long time..
And then.. one day.. things change.
I've never seen someone as happy as my friends X and Y .. I miss both of you.. And I hope I shall see you again.. as you were.. as we all were.. as we were happy.. as you were together.. as we were together.. i hope..
Saturday, July 07, 2007
ahem ahem... venturing on to people... i divide all the homo sapiens on this planet (and in the universe) into 4 categories...
1. people i don't know..and hence, don't care about
2. people i know exist..but don't care about
3. people i know and care about
4. my lovely little kids...i.e. people i really love...
Now is the time to place people in each category... though they keep making minor shifts...from one category to another... and sometimes moving onto an altogether different category .. which is, for now, facing the error..
Hmmm..category 1 would be like...most of the junta.. i don't know you... I don't care about you... Now the question is the definition of knowing a person... keep guessing..!
Category 2... ohhh lots of people fall into this one too... ! Category 3 and 4 are my favorites... at least the people are... so category 4 (not in any specific order):
amen.
1. people i don't know..and hence, don't care about
2. people i know exist..but don't care about
3. people i know and care about
4. my lovely little kids...i.e. people i really love...
Now is the time to place people in each category... though they keep making minor shifts...from one category to another... and sometimes moving onto an altogether different category .. which is, for now, facing the
Hmmm..category 1 would be like...most of the junta.. i don't know you... I don't care about you... Now the question is the definition of knowing a person... keep guessing..!
Category 2... ohhh lots of people fall into this one too... ! Category 3 and 4 are my favorites... at least the people are... so category 4 (not in any specific order):
- aadith
- ankur
- sandy
- avantika
- keeda
- aggarwal
- saurav
- kshitij
- sanyal
amen.
Friday, July 06, 2007
THE date !
So its going to be 07/07/07 tomorrow.. well one day I won't be mistaking the date format for sure... no mm/dd/yy or a dd/mm/yy.. though i still prefer the mm/dd/yy format... :)
As always, all the papers are crammed up with "auspicious" implications of the day... Seems this time the international authorities have been appealed by the "event" too...! The 7 new wonders of the world... wow!
My take: may the happy-ever-after times return .. and continue.. :)
As always, all the papers are crammed up with "auspicious" implications of the day... Seems this time the international authorities have been appealed by the "event" too...! The 7 new wonders of the world... wow!
My take: may the happy-ever-after times return .. and continue.. :)
Monday, July 02, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
INTERACTIONS !!
for me,.. the word has for long meant the nursery rhyme "old MacDonald had a farm"... with a chit chat here... a blah blah here... here a blah .. there a blah.. everywhere a blah blah..
but well... 8 days in mumbai... and i know something now... ohh i miss mumbai... despite the sick food... and the weird "mosquitoes"... i miss the place... the campus was amazing... the best i have ever seen... it was serene... and calm... and the people were nice... and friendly...
ohh am already missing some of them here...
hmmm... back to what i learnt... i made new friends...
back to studies now!!
for me,.. the word has for long meant the nursery rhyme "old MacDonald had a farm"... with a chit chat here... a blah blah here... here a blah .. there a blah.. everywhere a blah blah..
but well... 8 days in mumbai... and i know something now... ohh i miss mumbai... despite the sick food... and the weird "mosquitoes"... i miss the place... the campus was amazing... the best i have ever seen... it was serene... and calm... and the people were nice... and friendly...
ohh am already missing some of them here...
hmmm... back to what i learnt... i made new friends...
back to studies now!!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Why Murthy should not become Prez
A different point of view...and at the same time an interesting one..
(TOI : 17/may/07)
With a presidential election looming on the horizon, many commentators have been bemoaning the fact that it increasingly seems the Rashtrapati Bhavan will once again be occupied by a politician. Why, goes the refrain, can’t we have a non-neta, a citizen who is a credit to India?
Usually, these commentators conclude by unilaterally nominating N R Narayana Murthy as their candidate for President of India. Of course, none of them ever see fit to check with the man himself, whether he would be interested in the job. In fact, making Murthy the President would be singularly bad news for him, Infosys and India.
Here’s why: Murthy is a man of drive and vision; an entrepreneur who creates wealth. He may no longer be officially involved with the day-to-day running of Infosys but he remains its foremost brand ambassador and his numerous social activities generate enormous goodwill for the company.
As chief mentor of Infosys, he inspires a new generation of young IT whizzes to propel the company to ever greater heights. All this is great for Infosys, since it helps the organisation make more money. It also has a multiplier effect on the economy, by creating new jobs and generating higher salaries. And — while it may not be his primary motivation — it is also good for Murthy, since it increases the value of his Infosys shares.
Now imagine for a moment that Murthy was made President. Given his high ethical levels, he’d promptly sever all ties with Infosys, which would be extremely bad news for the company. A great entrepreneur who can create so much wealth for India would be reduced to hosting tea parties for foreign dignitaries with unpronounceable names — which would be a tragic loss for the economy and the country.
Murthy likes to stay low profile, while notching up major achievements. The office of the President, as designed by our founding fathers, functions exactly opposite to his preferred style. Rashtrapatiji, whoever he might be, participates in lots of activities that are accompanied with pomp and splendour, but end up achieving precious little.
So why not let Murthy get on with doing constructive things for the nation and install a regular neta as President? That would have an additional benefit: Since the Prez act ally can’t get anything done, it means there’ll be one less neta around to muck up the country.
(TOI : 17/may/07)
With a presidential election looming on the horizon, many commentators have been bemoaning the fact that it increasingly seems the Rashtrapati Bhavan will once again be occupied by a politician. Why, goes the refrain, can’t we have a non-neta, a citizen who is a credit to India?
Usually, these commentators conclude by unilaterally nominating N R Narayana Murthy as their candidate for President of India. Of course, none of them ever see fit to check with the man himself, whether he would be interested in the job. In fact, making Murthy the President would be singularly bad news for him, Infosys and India.
Here’s why: Murthy is a man of drive and vision; an entrepreneur who creates wealth. He may no longer be officially involved with the day-to-day running of Infosys but he remains its foremost brand ambassador and his numerous social activities generate enormous goodwill for the company.
As chief mentor of Infosys, he inspires a new generation of young IT whizzes to propel the company to ever greater heights. All this is great for Infosys, since it helps the organisation make more money. It also has a multiplier effect on the economy, by creating new jobs and generating higher salaries. And — while it may not be his primary motivation — it is also good for Murthy, since it increases the value of his Infosys shares.
Now imagine for a moment that Murthy was made President. Given his high ethical levels, he’d promptly sever all ties with Infosys, which would be extremely bad news for the company. A great entrepreneur who can create so much wealth for India would be reduced to hosting tea parties for foreign dignitaries with unpronounceable names — which would be a tragic loss for the economy and the country.
Murthy likes to stay low profile, while notching up major achievements. The office of the President, as designed by our founding fathers, functions exactly opposite to his preferred style. Rashtrapatiji, whoever he might be, participates in lots of activities that are accompanied with pomp and splendour, but end up achieving precious little.
So why not let Murthy get on with doing constructive things for the nation and install a regular neta as President? That would have an additional benefit: Since the Prez act ally can’t get anything done, it means there’ll be one less neta around to muck up the country.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Telecast in India is unwatchable
(from TOI...28/apr/07..)
by Steve Waugh, Former Captain of Australia (...And my role model)
I am leaving India tonight after a few days in Chennai, Bangalore and Mumbai. There is no doubt that the enthusiasm for cricket in general and the World Cup in particular has diminished. It’s a direct reaction to India’s exit from the World Cup, so I hope that once India win a few games, the passion and interest will reach fever pitch again.
However, the custodians of the game in India must protect it against the over-commercialisation taking place on television. It is annoying, ridiculous and an insult to the game to see an advertisement being squeezed in just because the bowler has not reached the top of his run-up. The telecast in India is unwatchable, and since I was watching the game at a bar with a few others, I could see that I was not the only one put off by the advertisements. Youngsters are missing out on vital commentary, since most comments are cut off the minute an over is called, or when a wicket falls. These are not good signs for Indian cricket, and somebody needs to protect the game from becoming devalued in this manner. Everybody must remember that the advertisers are there to promote the game, the game cannot be reduced to a vehicle that promotes the advertisers.
Hope this pinches the Indians and we wake up from our slumber...
by Steve Waugh, Former Captain of Australia (...And my role model)
I am leaving India tonight after a few days in Chennai, Bangalore and Mumbai. There is no doubt that the enthusiasm for cricket in general and the World Cup in particular has diminished. It’s a direct reaction to India’s exit from the World Cup, so I hope that once India win a few games, the passion and interest will reach fever pitch again.
However, the custodians of the game in India must protect it against the over-commercialisation taking place on television. It is annoying, ridiculous and an insult to the game to see an advertisement being squeezed in just because the bowler has not reached the top of his run-up. The telecast in India is unwatchable, and since I was watching the game at a bar with a few others, I could see that I was not the only one put off by the advertisements. Youngsters are missing out on vital commentary, since most comments are cut off the minute an over is called, or when a wicket falls. These are not good signs for Indian cricket, and somebody needs to protect the game from becoming devalued in this manner. Everybody must remember that the advertisers are there to promote the game, the game cannot be reduced to a vehicle that promotes the advertisers.
Hope this pinches the Indians and we wake up from our slumber...
Friday, April 20, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
random pattern
Yesterday, i realized there isn't any need to write anymore...for my soul is with me and i can speak to my soul...but then 40 minutes later...it all changed...i heard my soul say that it can't listen to me forever and it needs sometime alone...so here i am..back to pavilion...with another hope thrashed...
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