Seasons in the sun...

I renounced this blog and blogging long back but some duffer has forced me to come back and continue this era of mental-molestation through fatal english-phrases and carcinogenic grammar. As someone has disturbed the perching and defecating phoenix, therefore this someone deserves a punishment.Now you have to vow that you will comment on each of the posts here after.(Full Stop)

On this reopening ceremony of my blog, I would hereby like to express my heartfelt thanks to this silent reader, who went through my blog and endured this scripted-agony ek baar nahi , do baar nahi, teen baar nahi, chaar baar nahi balki pure paanch baar, jee haan bhaaiyon aur unki behno poooore paanch baar....so you deserve a black-&-white bravery award for this utmost act of valor, and to show my gratitude I hereby promise to gift you a complete set of non-stick kadhai and karchhi on the next april-fool's day to you. Send me your address to redeem your gift hamper.

Your comments have reminded me of an old friend. Some how i have lost the touch with her. I don't know whether you are the same person i am talking about or not but i wish she was you. So, this post will be about her. This is the story of a friend whom I met, not by chance, but I guess, by destiny's will. May be it was a bloody conspiracy led by the three nasty moons of Jupiter - if I go by the saying of Paulo uncle.

There's a universal law about girls, the product of beauty and brain is always a constant, I've always agreed to it, untill I met this girl. She called herself as 'Maverick' as she thought herself to have lots of 'creative juices' but I remember her as a no-nonsense duffer. She called me as a 'wizard of words', but I am very sure that she had a lot of other adjectives and ornamental phrases in store for me, some of which I used to hear very often are: Kutta, Kamina, Nalaayk...there might have been few more implicitly said explicit names as well, which are out of the scope of this blog.

I mer her at a place where you are least likely to find a beautiful-studious-snob -at the last bench of a class room. I mean that's not a rule, but i've observed that the beautiful or padhaku girls tend to always sit on the first rows of class, and those who have beauty with brains tend to sit right on the head of the teacher. But she is a testimony to those exceptions. We all feel so happy to have friends who can turn monochromatic dreams into technicolor realities. Who care so much for you, with whom you don't need a bond to be attached to. But there's a dark side to this story. If i could give words to it, it would be:-

O' my friend it's hard to say good bye
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
still I can't see you anywhere
We had joy we had fun

we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed

were just seasons out of time...

With the end of every chapter in a book you get to learn something, you either feel pleasure or pain about the happenings in the story. But here, in the book called 'Life', every chapter begins with joy and ends with sorrow. Everything starts with life and ends with death. Sadly but true, it was just one of them. We still try to deny the loss, perhaps because we guys and gals are simply incapable of understanding and accepting certain things.

It's ma b'day!!

Had a real special wala b'day this year, in the most unspecial way, almost like yuck. The 12 o'clock started with a holi program, with no cakes but, talcum powder, shampoo, moisturiser( did i spell it right?), cold creams, vaseline, and not to forget the waxpol wooden polish. Is there a better way to start your b'day? I mean, what a crazy-a##oholic idea it was.

This b'day was an excellent examples to even-some-of-the-best-of-your-friends-need-orkut-reminders-to-remind-them-of-ur-bday; still a lot of them proved their parents bought original Dabur shankhpushpi. The first person to call, called up an hour before anyone would even try to call. Thanky ou so much, Mavo. One of the best things of the day was, my office's notice board, having "Happy b'day Swaroop" in size-50, Chanchal-mam's-handwriting font. One thing I really missed today was a cake. Anyways the cow who roams near my home, knew that it's my b'day; by the time I was going to the office, she had a fresh dung Cake right in the middle of the road ready for me to step on.

Jokes apart, the happy-ness doesn't needs to be scribbled on a cake, or to be counted by the number of candles you blew off, neither by the size of the greeting card, nor the number & worth of gifts you got. The happy-ness of your b'day is the love, care, and pain your friends, siblings, colleagues, and roomies take, the seconds they lay awake with their eyes on the clock to make sure you get your wish as soon as you wanted it to be, the dilemma and trauma they go through to select a greeting card or gift for you and finally by the number of b'day bumps you get. I really enjoyed every moment of the day, 12 to 12. It is one of those days of your life, you feel like the world is not such a bad to spend another year. Some of your friends do make you wish, how good it would be if these b'days after b'days brought childhood, instead of maturity. It was really one of the best days, that life and my friends gifted me with, but I hope the best one is yet to come; you see, I am so voracious.

Thank you every body for everything you all did to make this day, a memorable one for me. Thanks a lot.

forget it.

Being a nocturnal animal, I celebrate my new year according to the lunar calendar, so first of all wishing you all a very happy new year and hope a non-bankruptous fiscal year ahead. 

After writing a lot of drafts, finally I am publishing a post after 32 weeks, 6 days, 11 hours and 47 minutes. Yes I am back, not with a 'bang', but with a 'doom', both make their surroundings know of their arrival; the only difference being the sense of pain caused by the latter one. Let's not get into the list of mis-chievements accompolished by me in the past few months, it's as boring as attending a presentation by Satyam Computers planning to expand their business.

I wish life could have 'Ctrl+Z' button, there's a lot of undo required in my script of life, but sadly, neither I have the 'Ctrl' nor it's the 'z' for me, I am still trying 'Ctrl+S' to my life. I have realized, it's always a good idea to leave the footprints, but you should never care for the time it would remain there, and the most important is to always keep walking, and thus I will. 

lost something !!!

"its only words and words are all i had......"

good times..!!

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• Busy trying to add java,servlets,scripts,eclipse,jdbc...etc. to my lexicon, never thought that this training will return some of the best memorable days of my life along with, bit of java skills. Just when we have entered in the last quarter of our grads and thought we are no more kids but final year students, soon we realized how incorrect we were. We still love to bunk classes that to of our training, we still never give up a chance to dance in the rain, we still love eating the paani puri from others plate more than ours , we still don't refrain from pulling each others leg on any account, and we still have a crush on every third girl we see....went to one of the most beautiful places on earth i've ever seen ,'Mandav' ...counting the last bits of masti before the college life comes to an end and this JAVA has turned out to be the "marJAVA mitJAVA marJAVA...." party for us...thanx CMC, if not for the training then definitely for all the good times it gave us indirectly.
  

• still "officially" unemployed, one of my co-trainee, better my friend said "god has something better in store for me...", touch wood !! aapke store room me pura maggi aur cadbury ka stock gir pade, I hope her words come true and I am glad being here , having these people as -more of a friends than just my- team-mates.
  

• The CAT countdown has begun and am still crawling with my preparations , life has really become soo hectic .... coaching, project deadlines, java, ims, cmc.....hhuhh!!
  

A dream job.

I read some where that "Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams". so here I am unleashing the powerhouse of my other dreams, it may be beautiful or not but I wish the future to be mine and that too with my dreams no more as just dreams.

My parents want me to work for a public sector company as they have been a part of it and are impressed with the kind of secure and relaxed life these companies provide. I understand their concern to watch their son come home by five and spend the rest of the evening fighting for the remote with his wife over Ekta-kapoor's Mega-ultra-hyper-melodramatic-epics and the lovely cartoon network(my fav). I dont want my sweetheart to sit with a face like jagjit singh in linkin park's concert when Mrs pandey and Mrs Jha start their outburst over the latest kamolika's conspiracy in which she has mixed hair removing cream in the shampoo of Ba, so let my shweety tweety add to the bicker about the issue of how to grow hair on bald head of Ba.

I wish to have a job where I will end up having something more than just an I-Card, at the first place I don't want to work for a company,an organization or a corporate house even if they pay me enough to buy the entire balaji telefilms and revamp it to produce cartoon movies.(Serious warning : never try this,if you don't want yourself to land in the midst of rampage by Rashtriya mahila mukti aayog).

I dream of a job, where I am the most powerful person in the company - of course after the bandook wale chacha ji who sits near the gate - where I don't 've to ask for permission before leaving the office early, In short a job where I am the person who is the founder of it, I know at times it sounds ridiculous but 98.912% of literate population of India share this common dream, even half 0f those have already started with paan ka thela and are in talks with Morgan Stanley to further expand their ventures. Even I've few ideas better than the one of producing a new range of Genda chhap phenyl for supplying to those sulabh sauchalay which can't be cleaned even if we flush Aman Verma and his entire harpic factory into it (btw can you guess why aman verma appeared with the toooooo-close close ups of his favourite site just when you were having your lunch or dinner; so that you get ready and aware enough to face the consequences of your current deed).

I am not the one extremely athirst for money, I neither want a bank balance so large to take Mallika sherawat on a date to mars, nor a gigantic mansion big enough to land a Boeing-777 on its terrace, nor a car which is too long to drive through Indian streets and finally one day I've to donate it to the railway coach factory. I need money, just enough to buy a pair of new socks when the old one starts to stink badly, money just enough that no wish of my parents is left as a wish, money that can repair the black hole in my balance sheet drilled by my shweeto's shopping bills, and money enough that I don't have to say no to my sobbing chunnu-munnu for that remote controlled strip-tease barbie doll. In short the no. of zeroes after a non zero no. which can't be erased by any bankruptcy of life.

first drizzles !!

the best thing about the first shower of the season is the fragnance of wet soil, which is so fresh and absolutely matchless.