time:8 pm.as me and arjun pack our bags and set forth for a detour to lutyens delhi in quest to change our present employment status.swiftly makin our way to the University Gate we drove on a packed TATA mini Passenger Auto to rudrapur(13kms)where we were to board a bus to delhi.rudrapur did not have any surprises in store and we soon placed our seats comfortably on a Uttarakhand depot bus. the rugged mid 40s driver of the vehicle turned the engine and made gateway to the busy road to delhi.on my question the conductor told that we'd be in delhi by 4:30am.he though proved rite in the end and after a sleep ridden, bone shattering,muscle aching and nerve racking ride driving us into the anand vihar (I.S.B.T.)we got down in slight rain drops falling free under gravity making vendors and passengers run amuk for shelter.Delhi though is always awake and alive.even at 4450hrs life seemed to have been running with full blaze.buses plying from all corners of the hindustan buses screamed into the Isbt stand and then pouring people into the stands drove off either into the yard or for another lap.people of assorted ages,sizes,colour and language with bags,suitcases,packets up their shoulders or on their arms and heads were striving to reach their destination on time..it seemed a world altogether different from the serene,calm ,peaceful life of pantnagar.
we soon found place on a tingy green coloured low floor cng bus to the last stop Kashmere gate...so that the 16 km ride would make the long torchorous wait till 10 seem less and less excurciating.the trip fare on such a bus is just rs.10 to any stop on its route.
we sat for a while on Kashmere gate Metro Station gate waiting for the first train scheduled at 6..we still had 4 hrs to spend and make our way to Karol bagh..we strolled platform to platform after buying tokens to Chandni Chowk(old delhi)..therafter stepped on an almost empty metro train to god knows where(we had fours hours to spend,sleep filled eyes and aching bodies to settle.i slept on Arjuns lap on a corner bench on the fast speeding metro,the korean wonder machine paced to and fro from dilshad garden to Rithala..we took snaps of the train,and how we slept on its silver shining benches.at the last stop rithala we got off deciding to take a brearther when two C.I.S.F.(Central Industrial Security Force) security personnel made way into the metro and on seeing us fool around, sleep on empty benches and click pictures(calling for a Rs 500 fine)barked down our necks and deleted all the clicked pictures.
we then made it to chandhni chowk via rajiv chowk.on deboarding we used the railway station side exit making our way to the Deluxe Public toilet where we freshened ourselves up.arjun took a full hour time there.
we then headed off to an old delhi region where we had stayed for a couple of days.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
hw stupid can i be and yet escape reprimand..
Date : last day of feb,o9-a non leap year..
place : pune-loolanagar,malabaar appartments,floor no 6.
time 10 am in the morning.
thought in mind: a gd/personal interview @ 2pm.
place of interview: siib,Hinjewadi-30kms via city from loolanagar.
The blogger in contemplation of the upcoming interview coincidentally scrolls through his interview call letter and notices that d time of the interview is 11am and NOT 2pm as earlier conceived by him (from which sources is still unknown).He rushes into the washroom and in gr8 hurry some how manages to dress up by 10:10..with meek chances of making it on time he wipes his sweat from his forehead and makes it to the lift which descends slower than ever and each passing moment seems to take its toll on his patience and perseverance. (background:Chawla is along side, mamaji is out on veggy vending with cellular device left at home , mamiji is busy cooking us sum lunch.)
As the slow seeming descent commences my eyes seem to go numb, lips and soul in union of a prayer to god to send mamaji back home somehow. The only viable option now seemed a f1 drive on his new red steaming swift into the Hinjewadi. Prayers did not heed and Chawla @ the risk of a near collision cries stop an autorickshaw who wills to head for the destination which is the only likely looking chance of any MBA this season. The driver an unshaved man well into his forties pushes full throttle. His old 99 petrol renault pushes through busy streets, traffic lights which he crosses even at the slight advent of a green. My heart was thumping harder than before. With growing tension all we cud do was pray for no more hiccups on our way to probably the most important interview of my not yet begun MBA career. My wrist watch had never before been stared at so much. I gazed at it every 10sec and wished the minute hand could for once slow its pace to the cliffhanger 11. It was 10:30 with not even 5 full kms covered. (background : mamaji reaches home and at d news calls me up..i dont pick up for my cell is on low volume and the renaults loud hoarse makes me incapable of an auditory response. Mamaji in the mean while swifts down busy pune streets in top gear trying my no desperately .Slowly 20 odd miss calls mount up on the call register. Well all does not go wrong at once- mamiji's presence of mind works and finally she gets success on Chawla's cell .Now my Nokia 5200 takes charge. Mamaji was speeding down the freeway and was just at just 10 min deficit. A slight smile did come on my half blushed pale turned face. I knew in the core that he would do all his bit to get me through. He made it sooner to siib though n in turn guided the Indian auto Narain to the infotech Park after we had taken a bad turn saving another precious 5 min at least. I ran to d reception at once and found the very helpful and caring Kriti maam who guided me to the 5th floor. 15 mins into the reporting time with the institute presentation almost over and my mentor Rahul waiting for me. I made it somehow though. (350 to d Narain-well risen testosterone levels-utter chaos-almost a road safari by mamaji - mamji on the phone) but a lesson learnt for sure. Those 60 min made me, mamaji n mamiji, Chawla, Kriti maam n my career count dere beats on their hands. Cud it get any closer. Thank u all u made me appear before the panel that day. The above named for sure. And a special secret thanks to the almighty above who was busy playing in his puppet house.
place : pune-loolanagar,malabaar appartments,floor no 6.
time 10 am in the morning.
thought in mind: a gd/personal interview @ 2pm.
place of interview: siib,Hinjewadi-30kms via city from loolanagar.
The blogger in contemplation of the upcoming interview coincidentally scrolls through his interview call letter and notices that d time of the interview is 11am and NOT 2pm as earlier conceived by him (from which sources is still unknown).He rushes into the washroom and in gr8 hurry some how manages to dress up by 10:10..with meek chances of making it on time he wipes his sweat from his forehead and makes it to the lift which descends slower than ever and each passing moment seems to take its toll on his patience and perseverance. (background:Chawla is along side, mamaji is out on veggy vending with cellular device left at home , mamiji is busy cooking us sum lunch.)
As the slow seeming descent commences my eyes seem to go numb, lips and soul in union of a prayer to god to send mamaji back home somehow. The only viable option now seemed a f1 drive on his new red steaming swift into the Hinjewadi. Prayers did not heed and Chawla @ the risk of a near collision cries stop an autorickshaw who wills to head for the destination which is the only likely looking chance of any MBA this season. The driver an unshaved man well into his forties pushes full throttle. His old 99 petrol renault pushes through busy streets, traffic lights which he crosses even at the slight advent of a green. My heart was thumping harder than before. With growing tension all we cud do was pray for no more hiccups on our way to probably the most important interview of my not yet begun MBA career. My wrist watch had never before been stared at so much. I gazed at it every 10sec and wished the minute hand could for once slow its pace to the cliffhanger 11. It was 10:30 with not even 5 full kms covered. (background : mamaji reaches home and at d news calls me up..i dont pick up for my cell is on low volume and the renaults loud hoarse makes me incapable of an auditory response. Mamaji in the mean while swifts down busy pune streets in top gear trying my no desperately .Slowly 20 odd miss calls mount up on the call register. Well all does not go wrong at once- mamiji's presence of mind works and finally she gets success on Chawla's cell .Now my Nokia 5200 takes charge. Mamaji was speeding down the freeway and was just at just 10 min deficit. A slight smile did come on my half blushed pale turned face. I knew in the core that he would do all his bit to get me through. He made it sooner to siib though n in turn guided the Indian auto Narain to the infotech Park after we had taken a bad turn saving another precious 5 min at least. I ran to d reception at once and found the very helpful and caring Kriti maam who guided me to the 5th floor. 15 mins into the reporting time with the institute presentation almost over and my mentor Rahul waiting for me. I made it somehow though. (350 to d Narain-well risen testosterone levels-utter chaos-almost a road safari by mamaji - mamji on the phone) but a lesson learnt for sure. Those 60 min made me, mamaji n mamiji, Chawla, Kriti maam n my career count dere beats on their hands. Cud it get any closer. Thank u all u made me appear before the panel that day. The above named for sure. And a special secret thanks to the almighty above who was busy playing in his puppet house.
my dev-d day
drinkin..drinkin..n drinkin... vodka wid coke.. calculably..of thousands of indian rupees was guttered down dev's throat-d protagnist..probably d scenes were shot on a dry day..apart the most intricate part of the script was s-e-x...paro d lost luv of dev...cant cum back and to add to that he fantasises her all his days..a gud message of movin on in life was conveyed and hence i moved on after flushing 100 bugs down the lavatory of d pvr-edm..all typical orthodox bollywood scripts found room though--love-sex-drinking-languishing-prostitute for refuge--rediscovered love-only wen its just out of reach..and a song"tauba tera jalwa,tauba tera pyaar" to happily end the boredom...
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