The Number Game

Quake rocks Sichuan province of China..storms sweep Myanmar..Series explosion in Jaipur ..Around 40000 killed in the first case,around a 100000 in the second and 70 killed in the third..and still counting..
At first I ignore these news pieces thinking of them as just another explosion somewhere or just another nature fury in some part of the world..and I continue watching the IPL matches instead of giving even a trifle of attention to whats going around..and then reports start pouring in that there have been significant loss of death and my attention crescendoes towards it..after a series of switching of channels in between the overs and otherwise too that irritates others around me,I find that the death rates are increasing and I find myself more interestingly inclined towards the news..Somehow deep inside I am not feeling bad for the thousands misplaced..Well i am feeling bad but not able to empathise with them much to the extent that I remain sad all throughout..deeper inside I am not praying for the figures to come down..and please note that itas not that I am praying for the figures to rise either..just that there is not much commitment to the whole tragedy..its not that I enjoy people getting killed but somewhere deeper deeper inside,if there is a word like that,I am not feeling bad about It too..this is easily the most difficult post that I have tried to put as expressing myself the way I want to might not be possible..so its open to all kinds of interpretations..
I don’t know if its just human nature or just me..I tend to associate more importance to an event or incident only if there are casualities involved. I don’t know if I am able to get the point across but somehow the events in which say a 100 people die is less important than one in which 500 die..and I guess its true about many of us atleast say a 75 %of us(a very conservative estimate)..Hundreds of people die in Afghanistan and Iraq due to car bombs and human bombs..But then that ends up as a foot note in most of the news as well as our attention.. Somehow 40 lives are not more important or equally important as 500 lives..Simply put in words,more numbers are more eye grabbing than less of them..
Lets take into consideration ,a case,where there are injuries too..Somehow the number of injured people don’t get my attention that much and it just gets side lined although sometimes being injured and scrapping through every inch of life is worse than losing it in a matter of few seconds..I might even be telling all this because I have never directly been involved in anything like it..
It just doesn’t end there..sometimes,the compensation that the state governments announce for the dead might be ,and I say ‘might be’, a boon for certain family members..Well I know you might be bickering over the clichéd line that life can not be equated with money as it is priceless and invaluable but still I just tend to think devilish sometimes..and everyone has that side for sure,although many do not come out in the open and owe up to it..I feel guilty for being heartless at times,well most of the time,and conjure up some possibilities.Suppose there is a person who has left his family and probably is a big drug addict or a drunkard and abuses the family members ,physical abuse too..this guy just walks up the road and bam!!There is an explosion and he is ripped apart, the members see this breaking news in the screen ,if they are watching news that is,now,isn’t it actually better for the family that the member is gone and if the compensation does reach then it would be beneficial for the family ,say a timely compensation of Rs 500000 ,as was announced for the Jaipur attack victims..Now another case is when there is this beggar or a labourer ,who works day and night but still might not see 100000 Rs in his/her whole lifetime..Well given an option of death and money ,NONE would chose the latter for sure but just think of it..What if the family is actually benefited by the lakhs they receive..Atleast it would be a strong basement to build upon..I feel I should have never thought of things like this but then my mind continuously swivels towards thinking on thEse lines..and only after putting these thoughts into words,do I get some respite from the guilt..but then I need to know if other people feel the same too..or am I the only zombie around who feels that death after all might be good news for some families whether they accept it or not..i am expecting a lot of criticism from people who read it and they are all welcome to do so..Well people might say that ‘Arun!you wont say the same if you are in such a situation where someone close to you is in danger’..probably ya but then ….still…Cant stop thinking..
I cant explain the conundrum I am in..there are two ways to look at the whole problem..first is that I am sympathetic towards the people who are suffering but then the fact is if there were hundred people dead instead of a 10000 in china ,I wouldn’t have cared for it much..So the consideration angle gets thrown out of the window..Now the second and more satanic view of the problem is that,somewhere deep inside I probably expect the death tolls to rise ,so that there is much more seriousness or debate attatched to it than just brush away that piece of news..atleast there is a lot to talk about now..i guess it is like the opposition parties that might be praying for a lot of casulaities so that they can have a reason to attack the ruling parties..Well I guess that’s all I want to put in right now..As chinese officials now announce that there might be 50000 killed now,figures might rise again!!

Go Goa ! !

pic on the left-calangute beach..
DAY 1

Ok..So here I am thinking of what to blog and I come across our goa pictures,when we had gone there during February..10th to 13th,to be precise..
So here I was in Pune thinking of where to go next and then a plan came in that we would go to goa..Who would say no?I was with eugene ,tariq,sahil and naseeb..I reached first in Goa and dropped down by a place that goes by the name of Mapusa and was hoarded by a group of auto ,taxi drivers and for the first time I saw bike drivers..bikes as taxis..and went to the rooms that we had booked in celjoan and waited for the others to come in and meet up by 1 PM ..Had a nice coffee that sali (the guy at the hotel )had prepared and picked up the menu that was hidden in the room to find out that it was 50 bucks for a normal cup of coffee and I am not talking about coffee day or barista..but a normal joe home made coffee!!Nice start I thought..
Soon everyone joined in and we decided that it was just the first day and we wouldnt spend much..We were on a shoe string budget(significance of shoe string will be told later on) as all the students are when they plan an unofficial goa trip..We went to a place nearby to have a light meal and go off to the beaches..Apart from food everything else was there on the menu..Well to all who havent been there..The menu in all goa restaurants starts with drinks and ends with them,with a small portion of the menu dedicated for food to the people who rarely have it and you will have to search for it with your glasses on..Goa runs on liquor ,well its as simple as water there,if not for the delicious fish there ,i dont think anyone ever would have eaten anything..We ate ,We drank and We sat there and the bill came close up to 1500..oops..and it was supposed to be just a light meal.even better start I thought!!our pocket holes were already getting drilled without even going out anywhere..The whole day swivelled from one beach to another and so on and finally ended up at Baga and were there till 2 at night..Singing along with the karaoke and humming to the old classic english tunes (old classic,i suppose ,cos we had never heard of them..we just pretended to know them)..lip synching along..The whole day was spent in the beach shack and we reserved water sports for the next day..on our way back we meet this guy called shivaji who tells that he can arrange anything..girls,stuff or anything that college guys would like..we say 'no,thankyou'and he gives this look that says 'go screw yourself then!!'we happily go past and just take the invitation for some private European party there..that was fun although we were like people on a lost island with all European chicks and tall 6 feet and 7 feet guys surrounding us..well i am 5'6..So you can imagine how dominant they would have been..everyone had fun and guys told that I was probably a little out of control..I would not dare to mention any of the details here probably..but then I remember this totally drunk guy who accidentally or probably purposely poured this whole can of beer over me but then who would get angry in such a jovial place called goa..He said cheers,i returned it back..and and and we had shark meat in the shack although i dint know that it was shark.if I had known I would not have had it.It is a protected species damn it!!but then probably I would have had it cos you always want to do something that you havent done before..Afterwards we weNt around and around the small area..circling all the hotspots there,none seemed to be sleeping and finally retired in our rooms at around 4 or 4 30..

Day 2 pic above-Parasailing at calangute

Why is it that one wakes up late for college and exams and things like that eventhough one haS been sleeping like a pig for 10 hours and still yawn the whole day but wake up damn early ,sleeping for just a couple of hours and feeling damn active,when its not required so and there are no exams and one can actually afford a long sleep?Dont ask me.I dont know..
So we all woke up really early thinking how to chalk out the rest of the day and decided that we would go for water sports the whole day..I was damn excited as it was something that I had never done and the unknown always stretches ones imagination.Here we were in this shack at calangute beach and were getting ready for the para sailing and signed a last minute form that said that "We are above 18 and Whatever happens,it is not their responsibility and we have undertaken this at our own risk and the sole responsibility for everything lies on us." That literally meant 'hey..the rope around your waist might get cut and you might fall into the vast sea and never to be seen again..dont blame us..is your will ready?
Para sailing turned out to be a dampner as I got bored up in the skies seeing nothing but the vast blue sea..Well i could have just sat at my home and watch some animal planet or something to see the sea.I dont know if it was only me but I wasnt thrilled..so I had to make up this story of seeing this school of dolphins in the water but to my dismay I found that everyone had made the same story..there was a bit of water scooters after that and then totally dissapointed by the water sports we went back..we had an king size lunch and an equally royal dinner and a even lighter wallet.
So here we were thinking what could be done for cheap here.Our 4 day budget had busted inside out in 2 days..So we decided to hit the roads the next day and dedicate it fully for travelling.. The sunset pic we took was the defining pic tht day..here it goes.. The Sunset Pic

Day 3
pic 1-the wierd church at night 2..

Day three and we get fresh ,skip breakfast to save money and hit the roads and go to lots of places..The beautiful aguada fort,lonely churches,panjim,madgaon,some famous temple,bomb jesus church,st.xaviers church,ribandar..
Hold on tightly as the action just starts unfolding.On the way after our aguada fort trip was done..I hit a car that had some students in it and what better?I hit it in front of the goa jail..and that too when the collector of goa is making an appearance there that day..Nothing happened to me but I heard tariq swearing at me..The car had two deep bumps as if it was hit by a meteor ..One was by the bike and the other was by Tariqs huge knee..so ya..he had all the right in the world to swear at me..situation gets even better..there is this huge group of policemen coming and they start charging towards us and everyone had two words 'oh!god' and some had 'got fucked!'The police people shooed us away with contempt and told us to leave from there and passed by..relieved..I was almost thinking that we would be behind the bars for probably disrupting the collectors schedule(not 'we'..but atleast I was sure of myself) and have our pictures flashed all over the next days local news..the guys n the car left and we were like 'wow..nice people..they dint even ask for anything?'..so we march on again without any damage minus tariqs knee and go on to have lunch and guess what we see in the next turn..those guys with the damaged car ,waiting for me..now everyone had only one word 'fuck!!'
however we act damn friendly and see for any damage in the car(not that we meant it but that was the only way to make sure they remain friendly to us..or more exactly..they dont turn hostile..or more exactly..they dont kick our ass!!)even they were all nervy cos of the accident and we convince those guys that the damage is only worth a couple of hundred rupees and nothing more..i dont know what on the earth made them believe us but they actually let us off,just taking my phone number!!I mean I wouldnt have done the same if it were me..the whole car had a minimum damage of 3000 written all over its sexy back!!and here these guys beleived that it would cost only 200.
we left for our way and carried on while i had numerous calls from them ,which obviously i did not pick up..well i felt bad for them and empathised with them but the problem was that we were as tight as they were on finance..if they ever come across this all i can say i sorry..then we went to anjuna beach and old goa and all the other places left in goa and finally returned back at 10 or 11..end of day 3..well not to be the end so soon..we go to some famous temple in old goa..which someone told was just 10 km but in the end we ended up traversing close to 40 kms..alls well and we go to the temple and come out,,have tea(for the first time in goa) and start our bikes and not again!!now tariq has lost the keys to the bike..after searching for an hour and making no headway ,we try opening the bike with the activa key and voila!it opens..after passing some 5 kms..tariq wants to go back again and searches the temple and there he finds the key which was kept safely by the priest there..someones sixth sense was all working great..then the church in picture where we went at night around 2 o clock to have some wierd fun and as soon as we go to the church the dogs start barking and we find that closeby there is a cemetry and eugene runs back for his life and gobbles down a beer to feel relieved..we were there for an hour talking all haunted stories and daring each other to go around the church alone ,when suddenly the main light went off and came back again..that was it we thought and speeded away to safety..a little bit of sweat trickling from our foreheads..

enter day 4..

Day 4

1stpic-sahil me and naseeb @the station ,stuck without any cash.

2nd pic-eugene dozing away in the train back to coimbatore..he will still say that he was not sleeping..cant change him..

3rd pic-a beautiful dolphin model made by a goan.

we are leaving today and morning starts pretty pleasantly with sahil coming and telling us that those guys whom we hit had lodged a complaint with the police as they had noted down the bike number and they had called up the resort owner wher we were staying and they were claiming 4000 to settle it off ..'screwed again' said everyone and thanked me for giving them such a memorable trip..well i had no fear as i knew that either ways we would get jacked..cos we had hardly a 1000 with us so paying them was out of the question..we made naseeb take his hostel fees money so that we could pay it off..we go out and after a lot of convincing he takes his money and evryone starts to laugh!!why??it was a bloody prank played to get some money out of naseeb who was saving money by eating chips and veg in goa!!ya..in goa!!mission successfull and we head for lunch and have anither wholesome meal and bid goodbye to the mr.sali and jack and catch a taxi..well..we have almost a thousand five hundred bucks with us and are on an extremely shoe string budget and we planned to come by a general train to coimbatore as it would cost only 180 bucks..this was our plan..four peoples ticket would cost us around 180 x 4=720 and another 700 for the taxi and 80 bucks for travelling the whole journey!!
we had to drop tariq off at the airport as he had to go to delhi and the taxi driver takes us to the station..we board down and then something strikes..damn it!!this was not the station..we had to get down at madgaon..screwed again!!and the taxi driver shouts at us for not telling which station and wants 900 rs till madgaon..well we had to give in..and ran back to the airport,borrowing a 500 from tariq..telling that we would put it back in his account(had to tell tht to get the cash)..we reached the station ,offloaded everything and guess what ..the 2 30 train has left and we sit there till 8 at night not having cash to go anywhere..while taking the tickets we realized that lo!!there was not enough cash as we had paid 1000 fr the taxi..we start running all over again and call up friends back home to put some cash and just save being in the goa station forever..
we travel in the general compartment where you can not lie down or do anything and is crowded till the last inch..we survive the whole journey on 2 teas and a couple of vadas..we slump on each other and somehow make it till the end and survive to see another day..but thats not the end either!! now we were in the coimbatore station and fighting to bring down the auto charge from 80 to 70..cos we dint even have that much..not a penny more not a penny less and after we reached back we counted all the 50 ps and the 5 rupee coins that we had and said 'screwed again' for the last time..reason:we had only 69 rs with us and the auto guy also sweared something in tamil and finally we were back in our room ..thinking that evrything is over and about the amazing journey we had..
suddenly realization dawns upon..its feb 15 th and 14 more days to go fr the month to get over(damn again..this february had an extra day when i dint want it)and here we were with combined assets of about 50 rs for the whole month..'screwed again'one more time we say staring at the ceiling fan..
and then?there is a ring at the door and we open it to find out that there is a letter for me ..bad luck again..it read "dear customer,your internet bill has been due for the past one month,kindly pay 1500 by 20 th of feb" 'screwed again' i say..then i see another bill for the cable and newspaper and rent and i say ..i dont say screwed again but pick up the phone and arrange for some cash from my friend..
THE END!!SIGNING OFF..
YOURS TRULY
THE UNFORGETTABLE JOURNEY!!

traSh!!

I cant believe that i am just surfing the net aimlessly right now from one link to another..to making a facebook account to going on howstuffworks.com to searching for bipasha wallpapers.i have got an exam today and i actually logged on to the net to find some answers for some important questions and instead ended up learning about the bermuda triangle phenomenon and the origin of the murphy s law story..if only whatever we had to study was made more interesting and practical!!its 2 30 roght now and my exam is at 9 30..7 hours inbetween and i will have to wake up a little bit early too.that leaves me with ,say,a four hour nap.played TT and were in the swimming pool the wholeday thinking that we ll study later and shit its 2 30 right now and have learnt just 8 questions!!neither am i feeling sleepy neither do i want to study right now.i dont know why i am wasting my time writing all of this..

caNt beTTer tHiS act!!

Ok..so we played table tennis for a couple of hours and then came back to the room after some high voltage duels and then something made us laugh and roll ,when we came back to the room.
we all came into the room ,all tired after the matches and there was naseeb sitting in the chair and watching a mallu movie..we all started laughing our heart out when we saw that..did not find that funny?well the real thing starts now!!he was actually watching a movie,where he had played the second cd first and then the first cd..and here he was sitting tightly on the sofa with full concentration,trying to make some sense of what all was goin on in the movie.he even had all the fans off so that he would not miss a dialogue..c'mon man..wtf..anyone would know after 10 minutes or so that it is not the starting of a movie when the title doesnt come up.and he took 45 minutes to comprehend the whole situation of not getting the cd s right and that too when someone told him for the second time that it was the second cd..earlier when ug had told asked him as to why he was watching the second cd first ,he thought that he was conning him..and here he was,our einstein,working his brains off to understand what the movie was all about and why on earth was everyone getting younger and younger in the movie as it went on.i get reminded off the sid the sloth off the Ice Age..man!!even he cant beat you on that one mate!!i bet..all hail the king..

A Quiet and peaceful day..

Just came back after a nice movie and read a few blogs through the orkut blogger community links.tomorrow onwards exams are starting and i need to give in some decent effort for the exams.went out today with friends and had lunch with them.i,ug,prnz,javi,sahil,sundar,naseeb,anmol and nidhya.had lunch at mary brown and then went off to boomerang just to sit and kill some time.in between me,javi,prnz and sundar went to a clothing showrrom and just decided to pass some time there and make someone buy something if possible too..well thats what happens when you are with javi,he will suggest you a shop from where he needs to buy something and finally all others who are accompanying him end up with a purchase bill and he walks off laughing.today it could have been prnz's turn if only the shop had the correct fit for him,but that was not to be.
then we went to Boomerang and i was getting totally bored and totally uninterested in the conversation going around and so i thought of picking on anmol and asked her why she wasnt talking to another female in the class ,although i had no business of enquiring about it.but then the discussion soon blew up much more in proportion than i had planned and i wasnt grumbling about it either..while everyone was having a dig at her ,i took a back seat and just saw the proceedings.and naseeb actually called up that female and then we actually spoke to her about the issue !!and she also agreed to go along and talk to her..just that anmol requires some time probably.but then just think of it??i simply took over the issue because i was getting plain bored and it actually turned out to be pretty beneficial..midas touch!!
after everything , we left the place and i saw this book vendor by the roadside..my love for books has no bounds and always end up buying books .the one i bought today was the story of GOOGLE..i dont know how relevant the story is now because google is one company where the rules of the game change within a tiny bit of a second,but then i thought of going ahead and buying it.Having read Paulo Coelho's 'flowing like a river', a collection of short stories,i waS thinking off picking one his books 'veronika decides to die',but then laid off from that thought.then there were the regular dose of sex books and fantasy books as usual.
hey!right now i even wanna post an article on some of my friends,individually,as to what i felt about them or feel about them.hmmm...i will do it later..

Final Day At College..

So..the farewell also got over yesterday with the awrds day bringing down the curtains on the college days.well i am not that emotional right now like the way i was feeling the other day .but then the sentiments seem to be rubbing off to other people.for some time yeaterday sahil felt sad i believe and then after the party was over ,when we were dropping the girls off to the college ,hema confessed that she had till that time thought that it would not be hard to bid goodbye but then now,it was particularly hard and not so easy.well its gona be like that way till the new set of friends arrive..i believe..
yesterday started off with the awards day and had a lot of performances by the juniors.they held the whole function beautifully had so many performances that it it was too much to handle in the end.we had to sit there for five hours ,after which the curtains were drawn ,ending with prnz and co s performances..curtains were pulled down with a farewell song and everyone lit up a candle each and waved in the air ,making it emotional(although i dont feel much emotional) and making it extra hot too!!everyone wanted to sport a kurta and so we went to the place close by to buy kurtas and bought one each.came back to the room by about six and got ready for the party at jennys.the last year photo of which i had put up in a post earlier titled "its march...."that time i certainly did not think that i would be posting our farewell so soon.right now i dont feel like posting anything but then i have to because i will try evading it if procastinated more.so the party started at around 6 30 and we reached there by 7 30(late as usual)..everyone was already on the dance floor,well not exactly dance floor,but grass floor..everyone was dancing in the lawn with the surdy DJ mixing up some average music.we all had dinner after that and then went out in the lawn and sat there and spoke non sense till 10 30 and clicked a few pics here and there,when the organiser came and told that the hostel girls had to be back by 10 30 and that it was time for them to pack up.accompanied them till the hostel,recounting all the old stories and gossips and incidents ..there s something about the night and cool wind blowing on your face,that turns you honest and humble and let everything out in the right spirit.one sheds off all the inhibtions and act very simple ,letting the heart rule over the brain rather than the other way around that happens more oftenly.and everyone was letting out whatever they felt .when you are deeply into something,you never know when time flies by and woosh!!we had walked from the jenny club till the hostel and suddenly felt that it was too short a distance to confide over everything and were not exactly in the mood to be going back, the devil in me had a secret wish that someone should cry among us but then that was not to be..but then you cant have everything the way you want and then we went back to the place where the party was taking place and everyone joined in and had lots of final departing pics taken.well,we four five guys were sitting on the stairs inside the lobby and it was as if we were asking indirectly for our pics to be taken and everyone passing by actually came in and took a pic.well anyone would have seeing the way we were seated ,one after the another in a row on the steps.it was inviting enough for a pic to be clicked.it was as if we were desperate to get photographed more and were sitting on the steps so that none who passes by could miss us.everyone who strolled by gave a warm smile and took up their cams and had a photo taken .not that we were complaining :)

The dead man who wore pyjamas!! (2)

Well..Now the end days of college are pacing in and I really feel grateful to all the friends who have been there around me and have been with me regardless of what I have thought of them.and exacltly when I was feeling damn sad and down that I would have to leave my friends all over again and start a new life once again,I came through the above article by paulo coelho,well in this case the one i have mentioned below in the other blog.I am not a big fan off Paulo Coelho s books but then some of his short stories in the book 'like the flowing river ' were beautifull.I was someone who always bragged or boasted that I will not be missing my friends neither the college life here but then now since the end days are really darkenning around me and making their presence felt in a god damn hard way,I feel nostalgic of each and everything that I see around and try associating that place with something I have done when the early days of college were still setting in.
It all happened yesterday,when we went for dinner and we ended up in a place which was shown to us by our seniors that time ,the time when they were leaving.Now I find myself in the same place and then I actually confessed to my roomies that I was actually feeling sad that moment as we would be parting each other.Something that I have never done before ie I have never told anyone that I would actually miss them but now I do.I even told them that we will sleep together for the coming days in the same room and share all those moments we all had till that time(no matter how gay it sounds!!)..
Yes..I was feeling sad and down when I came across the page on Paulo Coelho s book and that really shook me up.I indeed am thankfull to all the friends and people who have supported me till now.thanks a lot!!!

Have a nice Day

The power of simplicity

Today we had a seminar or a face to face with the creative head of bbdo and someone who has worked with almost everyone the lintas',the ogilivy's and many other global advertising giants.His name is Josy Paul.Well,my admiration towards him goes back when I had come across an article on him.A very strange incident in the article made him someone who would always be etched in my mind and someone whom I would google regularly ,to find what all was happening off late with him.And then all of a sudden,a week back,I was to find out that he was actually coming to the college as a part of the ceo charter programme hosted by the block.I was delighted to see that and was telling everyone as to who he was and what all crazy things he had done.

There were three main incidents that I know of.First one was during the client meet with Philips,where he threatened tp jump out of the office window if they did not give him the thumbs up for that account.He says candidly when asked about it that he would not have got hurt anyway as he was on the first floor.And guess what ..he did bag the contract,although the Philips team requested the management to keep him away from the meetings.
But then things rarely flow in the same way .Once during a pitch to a leading insurance company he suddenly stood on the meeting table to get a point across that life is uncertain and one needs to be prepared for it.However,the clients did not find the drama unfolding in front of them impressive enough and shrugged off from the contract.
The third one that I read was regarding another contract handling.He was waiting for the appointment when he saw the mission statement on the wall and noticed that the company had done nothing to fulfill that statement.He slyly went and uprooted it and whacked the mission statement and used it in the meeting to show how the company had lacked in certain things and how it could be done rightly and while all this was happening the watchman came and started shouting thief thief!!
Well actually I asked this question when he was here and everyone started giving me this strange look as if it suggested 'dude!you are not supposed to ask stuff like that!'
After the whole ceo charter was over ,there were people who walked up to me and were like'man!you embarassed him royally'..Well that was not even my slightest of intentions and he would know that.An advertiser has to be four things:-
-An explorer,who goes out and does the unconventional
-An artist ,who can paint the thing the way he wants it
-A judge,who will in the end judge if the product ad is good enough or not
-A warrior,who will fight on and vouch for his ideas at any stage
and he told ,that while doing all those crazy things,it was this warrior urge ,which made him do so and he was effective more often than not.
The ads he showed were of top notch quality calibre,as all of them were something we could relate to everytime,allthroughout and not the noisy ,'i am here' kind of ads.All the ads that he showcased were silent ,with hardly a line or two there and quite fantastic that actually touched ones emotional chords.All the ads were so wonderfully crafted and made in such a way that you could hardly tell how long the ad was,as you drown into the ad completely.There was one particular ad of the argentinian airlines that was extremely beautifull, that any attempt to explain that ad would be unfair.so i have put up the link for the ad on youtube
http://youtube.com/watch?v=5b19izPaox8
then there was this wonderful volkswagen polo ad that was based on such a simple observation that many of us would have missed but the ad creator used it and made it one of the best selling cars in europe ,when the trend in the 79s and 80s was having big swanky cars.the address of that ad too is mentioned below
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XEVvlyHQVjs
he laid specific stress as to how we badly need to simplify things around us and see things from the perspective of a 6 year old kid.he had started an ad agency of his own called david,where one would not get a letter of appointment but a letter of resignation.The letter of resignation was a declaration that one has abandoned adulthood and has resigned from it and will now on start looking things from the perspedctive of a six year old.A promise that he/she will be ever so inquisitive,ready to stub sticks into the sand,have that multi coloured candy ,throw stones in the water and see the ripples and a lot lot more.I want to write in so much more but time doesnt Permit me as of now nor do the mosquitoes.Just smashed one.Its 3:34 am!!!

I Feel Great but..

So today I got up early in the morning.Something that I wanted to do for the past couple of days and did successfully today.Woke up to walk around a liitle bit ,because the climate here has been really pleasant for the past four five days and I love this type of shady rainy climate ,where it can pour out any moment and the clouds hover around you and throw up little drops of rain just to soothe you.It was all going perfect and rosy,and the positive feeling had enveloped me totally.I had so much energy running all over that I felt ecstatic within me.No exaggeration.
While I was having this energy run through my veins, I decided to have a jog on the roads that were pretty deserted in the wee hours of the morning.
As I said it felt really good and I couldnt think of anything bad and was avoiding all the dumps along side the road and having a brisk run,all this, while the climate was as beautiful as I could wish and it reflected in the smile the other people were passing on.The freshness was unmistakable.
Then a couple of things happened that shook me up and made me think that everything was not as I took it to be.I was passing through a big waste bin when I saw a movement in the bin which was overflowing with rubbish and stinking,i feeling all good and healthy,avoided the bin,when I saw a shady face in between the dump,too busy to bask into the freshness in the air and the good climate feeling that i was having.An old woman with slender arms and she was trying to get her hand on whatever useful she could find in what other people had labelled waste.She had to do this every morning and it dawned on me that no matter how pleasant I felt or not ,I could not change what other people had to go through ,atleast now.I was feeling all great but someone who was much older ,was struggling through the slime,rotten vegetables,leftover curry and spoilt food in the garbage to find her living for the day,anything tangible like a plastic item thrown and sealed as useless would be her gold.I wish I could change that.I want everyone around me to be happy.I know I will make a difference around me in a few years from now because right now ,maximum I can do right away is to stop that lady and help her.But for how many days?
Then as soon as I was thinking about that and jogging on into my conscience,I saw a kid of hardly 8 or 9,carrying vegetables and other groceries from a grocery shop to a home who had presumably asked for a 'home delivery',sipping on to their tea.Children of his age were breezing past him in their cycles and here this kid was taking the load of a days full of household items and clearly he wasnt liking it much although he was now experienced enough with all the hardships to pass this thing as normal.But then ,here again ,I saw a person who wasnt quite enjoying the way I did and to whom the happy pleasant smiling climate was not a change but just an unimportant development going around in the backdrop.I was wondering about these two things the whole day,till now, as i continue to enjoy the sudden breeze that has picked up and interested a few leaves around,which amicably brush along,as I stand in the third floor,in my balcony.I know I used a lot of commas in the earlier sentence but then thats exactly how I am enjoying the climate,without any bounds.

attAcK !! VIRUSes are here..

i dont know what to blog on today as i find no particular issue that i would like to write on for.not that there arent any but just that i am too laid back today.i just have one question ringing in my mind again and again.why does the climate become so pleasant and beautiful only during exams,when we are supposed to be cramming stuff.today as like other days has been a beautiful day.it has been shady and cloudy all throughout making it very cozy all throughout plus a good dinner makes me feel so good.most of the time went in front of the computer only and lo!its 11 o clock so fast.right now ,the news of a 10 yr old boy beaten to death and burnt alive following a very small arguement is playing on the T.V..well its sad and i would have liked to write on that but somehow,today is just not the day to burn up some calories.i feel great and am going through all the news items on ibnlive.com,and and there is a new wardrobe malfunction case in a fashion show and the model gets her 15 seconds of exclusive coverage..whats more my comp gets attacked by a lot of viruses and to be exact there are 113 infections on the comp but do i care?some of the viruses have come from sites i better not mention but honestly its not me who went to those sites,thats what everyone here is telling actually.. bloody voyeurs!!and to the viruses..steal my passwords..do anything ,i dont care..if its trojan or worms or any bloody parasite..i dont know why i am writing non sense right now but then i dont have anything better do right now..i think..this is it!!i am off..better find myself a topic to think on..
au revoir..

it IS late!!!

It is 00:56 and I feel nowhere close to sleeping.There is just so much to do on the net.information,information,information!!Today was a late day as I got up only around 9.need to get up really early tomorrow or rather today and I know I will.getting up really early sums up the whole day for me .more often than not it turns out to be a fantastic day whenever I get up early.But then staying online really late has had a severe effect on that routine.even now I will just go on on the net ,following link after link and stumbling across ideas and information that I did not know before.I guess I would like to blog about the internet in my next post,and believe me,I can go on and on ,talking about the net.well lets see if i do wake up early tomorrow..I believe I can..I believe I will..ending the day on a positive note ..signing ofF..!!thanks for a great today ..

Gd/pi at Siib

So after tHe interview was dOne i ran to tHe refreshment room to latch on to something and to my dismay i just found a poor cold samosa lying there and haD only that..there was a half an hour essaY on computers ,if we have become prisoners to modern day technology..well i think no..after that they verified all tHe certificates and i thanked my coordinator for his support .his name was shubojit i guess..everything got over by 12 30 and i haD to go to dehu and reach my goa bus by 4 30.from Hinjewadi one doesnt get direct bus to dehu cos Hinjewadi is a totally company spread place and each company has their own conveyance for travel.i went to tHe bus stop.haD on idea where to go next and caught an auto to a place called aundh.from there another bus to a place called shivaji nagar.from their to tHe station and i found that tHe next train is only after an hour.so i caught up on some lunch nearby and waited for tHe train.i reached dehu and then cAME to tHe place called here goa bus haD to come with a guy called Nimesh.from that place we were taken to a place called swargate and from there i started my journey to goa iN tHe actual bus..

Gd/pi at Siib

GD..PI AT SIIB
i reached tHe campus around 7 and was around 90 minutEs early .i will straight away start with tHe proceedings cos last two times i typed a LOT and tHe mobile jus went off iN between and i lost all data.
Group process
We were broken into groups OF 4 and we were all taken into a room with tHe moderator welcoming us and telling us that we were gona play a game.however it reminded ME OF tHe grand master iN tHe movie SAW who puts people iN fatal games where there is no other way to win tHe game other than hurting oneself very badly.
This game was nothing like it though.we were given envelopes iN which 3 to 4 plastic pieces iN tHe form OF triangle and rectangles were there..we haD to circulate those pieces within ourselves and iN tHe end everyone haD to have a square and iN between all this there COULD not be any communication OF any sorts.onE would offer his pieces to tHe other and if COULD accept it or refuse it as he pleased.
IN tHe end we ended up with 3 squares and one guy couldnt make a square.well after that tHe moderator cAME and showed us how to make a square for all tHe people with tHe given pieces.
Group discussion
We waited a little bit after tHe group process for tHe oTher 4 members OF tHe group to finish their group process and then proceeded for tHe group discussions....
THe gd wAs gooD aLthoUgh there was onE guY who was very oBstinate but though that is expectEd iN a gd..it was a case study OF an advertising agency which is mEdium iN size and is having problems like decreasing customer base and is having stabLe costs.it haD 3 options tO look into
A.to sack people with respect to their seniority
B.pack ineffective people
C.identify dOrmant posts and eliminate them..we haD a pretty gooD discussion except that delhi guy who was screamin for option no 1 and was giving a LOT of half measures.not that i am anyone to judge but he was easily tHe most disagreeable mEmber.and guess what he told onE guY sitting to his left..he was likE man!your body language was pathetic and u were bending down and crossing ur legs..as if ideas come from tHe legs!

GD..PI AT SIIB

i reached tHe campus around 7 and was around 90 minutEs early .i will straight away start with tHe proceedings cos last two times i typed a LOT and tHe mobile jus went off iN between and i lost all data.
Group process
We were broken into groups OF 4 and we were all taken into a room with tHe moderator welcoming us and telling us that we were gona play a game.however it reminded ME OF tHe grand master iN tHe movie SAW who puts people iN fatal games where there is no other way to win tHe game other than hurting oneself very badly.
This game was nothing like it though.we were given envelopes iN which 3 to 4 plastic pieces iN tHe form OF triangle and rectangles were there..we haD to circulate those pieces within ourselves and iN tHe end everyone haD to have a square and iN between all this there COULD not be any communication OF any sorts.onE would offer his pieces to tHe other and if COULD accept it or refuse it as he pleased.

Siib morning..

So here i am again waiting foR a bus to Hinjewadi and now its only 6 anD tHe bus is supposed to comE at 6 30.that mEans i am absolutely alone at tHe stop with tHe cold falling heaVily on tHe open deserted roads .i cant MoVE my fingers right noW as they are numb but somEhow i aM feeLing very happy.i aM waiting fOR tHe no100 bus and as i tOld earlier i aM alone ,standing with a bag and all formals with shirt and tie and it feels pretty odd .every bus that comes from tHe turn ,i hope comes here but it either pulls up somewhere iN front OF me or goEs to tHe other lane.
I have to get doWn at tHe phase 1 OF tHe rajiv gandhi infotech park and going by what peoPle said its a huge park and once you are inside it, one can only walk.it has all I.T biggies inside it anD is a huge plAce.
I aM really not impressEd with Siib s service.you cant even get on linE iN their phone and that too on a day when there will be a LOT OF enquiries.hmmm..as OF now one person just told OF that tHe bus will come at 7 but i know it will be here earlier.
I hope tHe interview process is short and that they dont bore much because i need to catch a bus at 4 50 to guess where..GOA..its been a great moNTh all together and surprises dont seem to stop.
And i just pass tHe meteorological department flash board where tHe currEnt temperature is being shown as 11.7 degree and changes to 11.8 and changes back to 11.7 ,this keeps on happening till tHe bus eventually notes ahead.its still dark and i guess its not very often that i aM up before tHe sun is and today is one OF those days.it is cold right noW and i just wish that someone takes up tHe place next to me so that i feel a bit warmer but i guess i aM enjoying this cold too,it feels really nice and i wish i ll be a part OF it soon.tHe horizons are changing their shade from that OF black to a blue.
Its 7 30 right noW and i aM sitting iN tHe symbiosis infotech campus with tHe crowd OF people starting to pour iN.i really hope that they do have a coffee inside or else i will be iN that freeze even while giving tHe interview.that is somewhat tHe Case as iN sibm where they were questioning ME and i was more concerned as to make myself warm.

Shirdi triP OVEr too..whaT lieS aheAd.?lEts seE..

So..herE i am righT NoW going baCK to puNE after a greAt shirdi viSit.bliss!thaT suMs up tHe whoLE journEy.a sign boArd passes by indicating that mumbai is 228 km.somE oTher timE i tEll mYseLF.listEning to red hoT chilli pepper s nEw Album stADium arcadium.wOnDerful alBum.aLthoUgh i am noT a die hard fAN OF eNglish mUsic,i think thiS AlBuM is wOnDerful.heY heY i jUst saW a bipASHA postEr iN froNt OF a saree stAll.well Only i bUNKE haVe recognised it because its 2 reAlly olD OnE and i am telling so because i have googled alMost all her pics on tHe NEt,thats whaT i dO when i am jobless,and thaT Means alMost all tHe timE.ok.i guess i wilL have to stOp going ga-ga ovEr bipASHA.eNough.!
I Forgot whaTever i waS MEntioning earlier!well whaTever.by tHe way tHe trip tO shirdi was nicE .i reAched arouNd 3 55 pm iN shirdi anD as soOn as i opeNEd tHe bus dOor,there wEre peOplE trying to coax ME to kEep tHe shoEs anD geT freshenEd up at their plAce.well..not beCaUSe i waS looking miserable,bUt beCause iN tHe teMplE preMises fOot wEar is noT ALlOwEd and with reCEnt bomB threAts iN shirdi tHe seCuritY is reAlly tighT anD mobilE,caMEra,handycam..all are banNEd..becAUse i haVE beeN heRE eArlier , it was kinDa eAsy For ME to finD my way OnCe i goT dOwn at tHe stOp.so this AgeNt from tHe plAcE followed ME till tHe teMplE trying to cOnvinCe ME to put up aT their plAce.aFter a whilE i guEss he unDerstood thaT it was a wAste OF timE,aNd probaBLy thaT i am mUch smArtEr thaN i lOoK;)so i wEnt to tHe hoTel where we haD BEEn eArlier ,onE reAson wAs thaT it was aDjAcEnt to tHe samadhi teMplE thaT is tHe mAin plAcE.bUt beCaUse i wAS alOnE anD Not coming froM a ruNaWay mArriage o somEthing,there was On roOm cos tHe onLy roOM lEft was a familY roOm anD wEll i reAllY DOnt NEed a familY roOm as such givEn tHe magnitude OF My sizE.but theN tHe guY shoWEd ME a plAcE where i cOUlD geT a roOm anD i did geT it there,bUt was a littlE saD i guEss cos i cOULD not seE tHe proCEedings oUtside,aTlEast thaTs whaT i thoUght.he gave Me mY roOm No 7 keY anD escOrtEd till tHe seCOnD fLoor anD guEss whaT..i COULD seE tHe goLDen tOmB OF tHe tEMplE so clEarly thaT I wAS eLaTEd.
WEll tHe roOm wAs noThing mUCh to writE aboUt,it was fOr whaT it was mEANt to be.a singlE persoN stAy.it wAs More likE a booT CaMp roOm.jUst with tHe basic light anD fan anD a bed to slEep upon.well i dint nEed tHe roOm mUch too.i wOuLd be cheCking oUt tHe nExt Morning at 6.
So i tooK A quick baTh and wEnt On to tHe mAin teMplE anD saW tHe eveNing 6 o clock arati anD thaT toO from tHe FronT, wAs proUD OF MyseLF thaT atLEAst somEwhere i wAS eArly.anD it feLt beAutifUl anD abSoLUtEly peAcEful.there is rush aNytimE here.anD loTs OF LAdies iN tHe seperate roW fOr theM wEre finding it prEttY hard to finD their way.if i am Not wrong i saW a coUplE OF theM FAlling too.WEll rush is soMething thaT you haVE to cope up with anYwhere,i kinDa likE it too trying to finD My OWn way.so after tHe arati i wEnt aroUNd tHe plAce to All tHe oTher plAcEs anD haD a wOnDerfull dinnEr from a restAuraNt there.aFter cOmin tO puNe i have bECOmE a vegetAriaN i guEss.i am haVing so mUch OF paLak ie spinach,cos thats soMEthing i ve MisseD iN coimbatore.aFter dinnEr i wEnt to tHe mAsjid anD was thEre tilL 12 at nighT.
OnE reAson i love tHe mAsjid iN here is thaT it seNds oUt suCh a bEAutiful Message OF onE reLigiOn,onE goD anD is an amaZing eXamplE OF freeDom.eveNthough its a mosquE it is namEd as DWAarakamai,that is a plAcE where tHe hinDu lord krishna was boRn.its bEAutiful if onE reAliser tHe mEAning it seNDs oUt.thEre is a 'WE' feEling aLl aroUND anD thaT is onE reAson thaT i Enjoy coming here.
By tHe timE i cAME back to mY roOM it wAs likE i wAS fLying.i couLdnt FeEl mY FeEt itseLF.it beCame nUMb.mY auNT haD insistEd thaT i tAkE somEthing wArm with mE but bEing tHe persoN i am i wANted to conVey a mEssage that i caN haNDle it.wrong timE to Do so i thoUght lAter as i cringed anD craMped iN tHe bEd.i FOot knoW whaT happeNed aFter thaT cos i goT up wheN My mom CaLlEd mE up at 3 iN tHe Morning!thaT was to mAkE sure thaT i ATTEnd tHe MoRning arati aT 5 15.wEll i goT up anD wEnt to tHe tEMplE with a bUNch OF beautiful reD roses to OFfEr.after reAching eArly yEstErday i tOok it fOr graNted thaT i wilL be earlY befOre a LOT OF peOplE ,hmmm.,sooN i fOund thaT it wAs NoT to be anD eveN thoUgh i wAS eArlY bEfOre a LOT OF PeOplE ,tHe only difFeRence was that those peOple wEre stAnding iN fronT OF Me.hoWever everything wAs OVer iN an hoUr anD i visitEd tHe whoLe plAcE again iN anOTher hoUr anD MEt an inTeresting persoN too.i wilL leavE it fOr tHe nExt BlOg proBaBly.because i haD a LOT to tAlK tO thaT guY,infact i haD a LOT to listEn froM him.

Vada paav @ ahmednagar anD i realise tHe WOrlD is fLaT too.

FinAlly..i knew..i shoUlD haVE haD somEthing when i stArtEd from puNE.well.i haD thoUght thaT its a 3 hr joUrney maximum aND it turnEd OUt to be a minimumu 5 hr jOUrnEy.still iN mY 3rd hoUr i guEss.tHe BUs haD stOpped somEwhere earlier when i haD BlOggEd,and i waS fEEling a little huNgry.i thoUghT i haD tHe stEel to last tHe joUrnEy without mUch fOOd.but did nt mY stomach swEAr Words at mE after a whiLe.?it was a relief wheN i saW tHe BUs stOpping at ahmednagar.withoUt tHe LEast OF hesitation i screAmEd Out tO a Vada paaV vEndor from tHe BUs and he was linE eNough to coME anD givE it to ME anD eveN givE OF chaNge for 100.god bless thaT guY.
TAlkin aboUt ahmednagar,it was a plAcE ,that i reAd,waS OnCe very diFficult to comMute to.it was mattEd with a thick forEst coVer and tHe roAds almost Non existEnt.onE haD to praY a LOT bEfore going foR such a joUrnEy but noW i seE , i FeEL likE tHe whoLe plAce,whaTEver i hAVE reAd,has beeN cUt copy anD pastEd somEwhere.i seE hoardings OF max nEw York life insuraNce,an birtEl hoArding telling thaT all cALls are charged only re 1,i seE bajaj anD hero honDa showRoOms to name a few autOmobile shoWroOms..wait wait,i seE stOCk brokers likE moTilal oswal.religare anD a LOT More de mat operatOrs..wait wait..here comEs tHe icing on tHe caKe..i EveN seE an eXcLusiVE adidAS shoWroOm go by..glObalisation theY Call it and i agreE rigHt aWay.i couLDnt haVE agreEd moRe wheN thomas freidman terMEd tHe phrAse 'tHe wOrlD is fLaT'!

Vada paav @ ahmednagar anD i realise tHe WOrlD is fLaT too.

FinAlly..i knew..i shoUlD haVE haD somEthing when i stArtEd from puNE.well.i haD thoUght thaT its a 3 hr joUrney maximum aND it turnEd OUt to be a minimumu 5 hr jOUrnEy.still iN mY 3rd hoUr i guEss.tHe BUs haD stOpped somEwhere earlier when i haD BlOggEd,and i waS fEEling a little huNgry.i thoUghT i haD tHe stEel to last tHe joUrnEy without mUch fOOd.but did nt mY stomach swEAr Words at mE after a whiLe.?it was a relief wheN i saW tHe BUs stOpping at ahmednagar.withoUt tHe LEast OF hesitation i screAmEd Out tO a Vada paaV vEndor from tHe BUs and he was linE eNough to coME anD givE it to ME anD eveN givE OF chaNge for 100.god bless thaT guY.
TAlkin aboUt ahmednagar,it was a plAcE ,that i reAd,waS OnCe very diFficult to comMute to.it was mattEd with a thick forEst coVer and tHe roAds almost Non existEnt.onE haD to praY a LOT bEfore going foR such a joUrnEy but noW i seE , i FeEL likE tHe whoLe plAce,whaTEver i hAVE reAd,has beeN cUt copy anD pastEd somEwhere.i seE hoardings OF max nEw York life insuraNce,an birtEl hoArding telling thaT all cALls are charged only re 1,i seE bajaj anD hero honDa showRoOms to name a few autOmobile shoWroOms..wait wait,i seE stOCk brokers likE moTilal oswal.religare anD a LOT More de mat operatOrs..wait wait..here comEs tHe icing on tHe caKe..i EveN seE an eXcLusiVE adidAS shoWroOm go by..glObalisation theY Call it and i agreE rigHt aWay.i couLDnt haVE agreEd moRe wheN thomas freidman terMEd tHe phrAse 'tHe wOrlD is fLaT'!

Vada paav @ ahmednagar anD i realise tHe WOrlD is fLaT too.

FinAlly..i knew..i shoUlD haVE haD somEthing when i stArtEd from puNE.well.i haD thoUght thaT its a 3 hr joUrney maximum aND it turnEd OUt to be a minimumu 5 hr jOUrnEy.still iN mY 3rd hoUr i guEss.tHe BUs haD stOpped somEwhere earlier when i haD BlOggEd,and i waS fEEling a little huNgry.i thoUghT i haD tHe stEel to last tHe joUrnEy without mUch fOOd.but did nt mY stomach swEAr Words at mE after a whiLe.?it was a relief wheN i saW tHe BUs stOpping at ahmednagar.withoUt tHe LEast OF hesitation i screAmEd Out tO a Vada paaV vEndor from tHe BUs and he was linE eNough to coME anD givE it to ME anD eveN givE OF chaNge for 100.god bless thaT guY. So here i waS iN tHE lAst seAt with NONe aroUND anD VAda paaV with mE.noNE being aroUND gave OF abSoLuTely 100per ceNt freEDOM ANd libErty to shove anY eAting etiquettes anD mannErs oUt OF THe winDow anD i lAunChed a fuLl On war with tHe fOoD with mY eageR fingers anD within a couplE OF minUtEs i eMErged as tHe vicTOr.poor VADa paaV haD surreNDered preTtY MEekly.a guY with water anD dRinks camE anD askEd if i wanted it.tHe waTEr braNd reAD'pure water' or soMEthing likE thaT anD i dismisseD it thaT timE itseLF As if i waS broUght up on aQuafina ,my whole liFe.bUt as it happens oFten you nEeD somEthing afTer you saW No, tHe firsT timE anD saME happeNEd to ME.i wisheD i haD noT AcTEd so hi fi anD shoUlD have haD thaT watEr,espeCiaLlY aFter tHE way i aTE THe fOoD.
AnYways TAlkin aboUt ahmednagar,it was a plAcE ,that i reAd,waS OnCe very diFficult to comMute to.it was mattEd with a thick forEst coVer and tHe roAds almost Non existEnt.onE haD to praY a LOT bEfore going foR such a joUrnEy but noW i seE , i FeEL likE tHe whoLe plAce,whaTEver i hAVE reAd,has beeN cUt copy anD pastEd somEwhere.i seE hoardings OF max nEw York life insuraNce,an birtEl hoArding telling thaT all cALls are charged only re 1,i seE bajaj anD hero honDa showRoOms to name a few autOmobile shoWroOms..wait wait,i seE stOCk brokers likE moTilal oswal.religare anD a LOT More de mat operatOrs..wait wait..here comEs tHe icing on tHe caKe..i EveN seE an eXcLusiVE adidAS shoWroOm go by..glObalisation theY Call it and i agreE rigHt aWay.i couLDnt haVE agreEd moRe wheN thomas freidman terMEd tHe phrAse 'tHe wOrlD is fLaT'!

On a different lAne.

So noW i am oFf to shirdi.had to get up reAlly early today around 8 to catch up all tHe trains.got ready and took a ticket till some shivaji station,my AUnt accompanied Me till there .not that i insisted but she wanted to see Me through till i geT a bUs.i wOulD have loved to do it alonE but it was Necessary that i allowed her to accompany me for her peace OF mind and mY MoM s too.they care abOut Me,a LOT..and when i say a lot,i reAlly mEan it.i thinK that is onE thing when u r tHe only sibling iN yOur fAmily.u get cared a lot and tHe best part is you get spoilt a LOT too.
Well ,there was a hell OF a LOT OF rush iN tHe train and after we reached tHe station ,tHe bus stop was close by itself from where i tOok tHe bus to shirdi and am currently iN it.
One thing that i noTiced about tHe people here is that they are loud and beleive me they really are.its like i asked this fellow close by as to how much time it will tAke to shirdi, iN a low voice,because i dint want to souNd like a person who was new to all this and dint know anythin.and this guy thinks for somE timE and screams oUt so loudly'shirdi do bajey ko aane ka' iN a perfect bombay Ishtyle that tHe conductor who was taking ticKEtS from everyone doesnt even bothEr to ask Me where i am going and straight away gives ticket to shirdi,as almost everyone iN tHe bus heard my deAr friend nExt to me.i hAVE A Doubt that even tHe car iN tHe laNe on tHE oTher side migHt haVE stuMbled.but everyone,eventhough loud,are acTive and lovely and not as hostIlE as theY sound.you hear alMost everyone addressing each oTher as bhau,taai,kaaka..no mAtter whaT tHe situAtion is..
RigHt Now tHe bUs has comE to somE stOp.and everyone gets up and i am tHe onLy OnE iN tHe BaCK seAt.guEss its gona be a long journEy.
But anyways i am moving somewhere instead OF being dormant at onE plAce and that is somEthing i will go for anyday..