rhe best thg one can have is... the ppl around since thr childhood... and i m glad i have them,,,,

my school pals... right from class nursery till 12th...

eevrytime u r down u r down.. riding completely low on confidence...they r thr to pep u up...

had a talk wid sunny a minute ago... was telling him dis.dat... and everythg else... and he went like... abhi u r so changed.. wen u talk from gujarat ur tone is so mellow...and now u r sounding like a rock star... i ener thought so whtehr thats the case but yeah! i think it is...

wewn u talk to ppl in front of whom u need not be pretentious,... u feel really free.... and dats wat happened...

thr r certain ppl from whom i accept gyan... fro evryone else they can really f**k off!!!.

and dis frd if mine is one among them...

the rule that is to be followed is just one....he ll call but den u have to disconnect and call back...this is the rule of frdship... the one who is riding on high moolahs will call....

glad i spoke to him... he made me understd the missing contant c,k from me...

and dat calls for a party...catching up on sunday.. really looking forwrd to it..

lifes een more den the word hectic... day starts at 5 in the morning... got a class at 7 45... so after travelling of one and a half hr i reach... den come back by 12 and den evening at 5 30 i leave again.. and come back by 9 30....

literlaly surviving on breads... thats me.. never knew.. breads can be such a life saver....

dinners is nothing beyond dim-sums ... forgotten the shape of chapatis,,,

is it round??????

delhi winters r fuckin chilly... taking a bath at 6 in the morning is not an easy call... but trust me i m liking it... though i didnt initially... but how it is know... wen u have nothign to do.. u want somethg.. and wen u have it.. u crib..

till next post

ciao!!!

magician..-am i...

"u r a magician"... this is wat i got wen i seeked....me heading to delhi on 27th...noon.. though i wanted to go on 26th evening.. but den its ok... one more day to be wid my sweetypie..

i know baby.. u really dont have time to read... but i really love u... n trust me i ll make u proud someday... and i ll make sure u r permitted in my cabin widout a prior appointment...he he he he!!!!!

me watching movies back to back..

before sunrise..

before sunset..

runaway bride,,

the terminal

and Richard Gere,,, i love u... and i also love Abhay deol.. and we can add Tom hanks .... to that list..

i stick too much to the old school.... pheewwww!!!!

i did my mains coaching from Delhi.. i thought i ll do the prelims coaching from ahmedabad.. so i had just one option and dat was Chanakya academy.. so these ppl told me that they wud start wid teh batch from 1st wek of nov.. but later they said.. they ll start after 15th nov.. as thr is diwali and all that... and den later they said 1st dec.. i was still fine... but today wen i went thr they went like we ll be starting from 3rd week of dec... now they just teated my patience... i abused them wid all the gaalis known to me... and that bitch was like.. mam aap kahin aur dekh lijiye.. i sid.. koi credibility hai.. and since i registered thr.. i asked that bitch to give my money back.. she said no.. and den she left me wid no option... i did her ma behan ek.. and i told her.. lemme call the police and drag u down the stairs into the lockup.. and let this crap come in the newspaper...

and suddenly i just bursted out.. after all this i started crying.. i m still wondering why i did so..i had stayed in delhi for four months already..i dotn know whether i ll be allowed for next four months... all these thgs just started flashing my mind.. i cant afford to sit back and do nothing bout it..

later i went down . recollected myself and sat in the car..guess the driver noticed somethg.. and he said.. arey apne wo hai na...unhone ek academy kholi hai... saab ko pata hoga... ek DS hai uska beta wahin hai.. and i called my dad in law and old him the entire scene.. minus that i cried... he said.. beta ghar aa jao.. fir dekhte hain...

god damn it.. days r passing by just like dat.. look at me.. doing nothing but blogging... iu dont wanna be a loser... i m fine if i dont achieve wat i want.. but i dont wanna leave any stone unturned... GOD help!!.....

dont forget..

when the stars exploded billion of years ago...

they formed everythg that is this world..everythg we know is stardust!!

so dont forget that we are star dust!!!!

i wanna be mean.

can someone teach me to...

back to roots!

after shadi i had never been to 'gaon'... so now it was 'gaon' calling for me..

its a small village near jaipur rajasthan... a journey of like 12hrs from gandhinagar gujarat.. the longest i ever travelled...

wen they not asked but told me that we r going.. i was so petrified.. coz not to forget i was going to a completely rural place.. so the protocols were completely different...

also not to forget the very fact of that place being my sasural...

so wat all protocols i followed n wat all i did...

1.complete 'ghoonghat' even my neck shudnt be visible... it doesnt matter whther i topple down ... thkfully i did not.. but i completely igmored the presence of certain ppl coz i really didnt see them.. rather i cudnt see them..

2.brooming up the entire home..

3. making the meal for more then 20 ppl.. day in and day out... thk god thr was normal stove as well..

though thr was a lady.. who got 2 and a half kg aata doughed.. and she came to my mom in law.. and said... 'beendnhi ko bhejo.. roti bana degi chulhe per'... i heard her saying this.. and before i was all set to find a place to hide.. my mom in law straight away told her... use nahi aati banani ... kisi aur ko bol do...

4.i went and washed bartan also... ask me how... wid mitti... trust me its fun... take a plate.. wet it.. put a lot of mitti.. and wipe it off. and den wash it under the tap... and its done.. no detergent required...

5.every body slept thr by 7.. so did i... woke up at 5... no TV so i heard some songs on my cell..

6.everybody liked me.. they said so.. not my wrds... arey kitni achhi hai... ghoonghat bhi karti hai... kaam bhi janti hai karna... (my diwali time practice came handy)

7.wearing salwar kameez is out of the question...i wore saree ... its litttle difficult for me to wear.. and widout a mirror is just next to impossible.. but i managed.. :-)

8. i m not suppose to sit wen husband is around... i need not talk to him.. i need not call him...

9.no hot water to take a bath.. only thanda pani...

over all i had a lot of fun... i made frds thr...wid the nieces and nephews... and i turned out to be the favourite 'chachi'... and like a pied piper..the lil kids of the family were after me whr ever i went... made me feel very comfortable... i fed them wid chocolates and toffees... he he he... it was difficult for them to pronounce 'abhilasha'... but den i taught them....

'abhi' bolo ab 'lasha' bolo... ab dono ko ek sath bolo... abhiiiiii.....laashaaa..... abhilasha chachi talk of the town.. sorry gaon...

yesterday that was 17th we came back... three days just went like that... i had the most peaceful sleep thr... i had a good time... i m really looking forward for the next trip....

in Rome..do as the romans do... thats the way it is.... :-)

diwali and my very own doppleganger

so all the ho-halla of diwali is over... i hope it went on fine for everyone....

and wat i found was my doppelganger...

i never thought i could really do wat all i did on dis diwali... so from 2nd nov onwards.,.,,,evrythg else ll go down in the history,...

thgs i did for the very first time in my life and also in almost four years of my married life...

1.i made a dough (courtesy mom in law..she taught me how to)

2.i made 14 chappatis as wel.. in one go... (i need an applause.. thk u) and one day i made daal baati churma as well...(thats the traditional dish)

3.i instructed how to lighten up the house...lightings n all...

4.i made rangoli...(dis is somethg i always saw on tv)

5.i went to vegetable market wid dad in law..

6. though i m not into crackers.. but i bravely did the rocket and the seven star thg...

though all this left me completely exhausted..so many guests and gifts ;-).. and of course my violent way of opening the gifts... i told my dad in law.. daddy those who r coming widout gifts need not enter... i ll not offer them sweets..

so that doppleganger thg.. i never thought i cud wrk so much... i was completely tired.. tired to the stage that i was waiting for the day to end asap...so that i can just dozz off... but den i checked my limits... i pushed the envelope a little harder... a little extra mile... and so i met a new me.. a new abhilasha... abhilasha who looks just like me.. but she is a grown up gal.. she can handle her house hold course now... and now she knows that whr she thks she cant do any more... thats the point from which she has to actually start...

PS: i ll put a picture of the rangoli and also of the lightings that i got it done...

padhai,death metal,beer,murphy's law.....

conversation after a long time between me and ashish-my bestest buddy...

me-aur suna kaisa hai

he-theek hun.. u tell me... hows everythg...

me-padhai nahi ho rahi yar... u know me na.. main wo gadha hun jise gajar dikhao to daudega and whip me...

he-main aa jata hun padhane...

me-ya sure!! why not...

he-listen to death metal.. u ll love it guddu(my nick name.)

me-haan chal bata.. lemme youtube it...

he-and hows evrythg...evrythg cool know...hows ur parmeshwar..

me-hmmm...yar i guess i have forgotten how to love...

he-wo book pahd le...art of loving...

me-haan ab bas kitaabo se seekhna padega...

he-tu queen hai kya...y thgs gotta be perfect wid u..swear on murphy's law.. it wrks... expect average...

me-cant be so pessimistic...why such an approach..

he-not pessimistic dear..a happy way.. why to have evrythg very goody goody....

me-bakwas mat kar...paka mat chal.. office wale tujhe mujhse gappe ladane ke liye paise nahi dete,,,,

he-tujhe kya hai.,, tu bolna...

me--hmm.. chal bata... pallavi kaisi hai.,,,

he--theek hai,.,insecure hai tujhse..., achha sun .. tu mere dream mein aayi,.,,

me-ha ha ha!!.i m loving it...dreams mein aaungi to insecure to hogi,.,by the way kya kar rahi thi main,..,

he-yar hum gaon gaye the.. n we had a good beer...

me-achha...sahi hai.. main tere sapne mein full talli..dharam bhrasht kar de mera..

he-thr was a lot more.. rehne de..

me-better.. zyada sapne mat dekh... nahi to tera shadi se pehle divorce ho jayega..

he-ha ha ha!! chal rehne de...

me-chal ab me get going... yar I phone le aana... bas!! bye....

he-haan bas isliye to ja raha hun main.. office ka kaam thode hi hai,,,chal bye...

me-achha kya bye.. ruk... sun ..

he-haan kya hai... jaldi bol.. main waise hi late aaya hun aaj office...

me-ja ab... kuchh nahi... main padh lun ab thoda... bye

he-bye

here it is...

this is wat my brother has got for me.. but my sixth sense says... thr is a lot more... he he he!!...

PS : if its not.. u cook up somethg.. n get before i reach thr...

those were not the accidental brushes...not a kid that i ll not understd... still figuring out wat fun one gets out of it... is it enough for thr so called desperate need if i say so...

u could see it in the eyes... the eyes full of so much hunger...

and its worse wen u cant say it aloud... though u do try... but den its better wen not talked about...

but can such thgs be ignored... may be superficially they can.. but deep down they do leave an escutcheon... feeling terrible at the moment...

ashamed r they... or even such a thought passes by... no.. i m sure its a no.. irrespective of thr age..

the worse being wen u sit down and got to dine wid dem... ur boldness goes out of the window.. on the road.. u end up wiping off ur tears pretending as if somethg has got into ur eyes..felt like being bruised...

tried to collect the strength and mention it...but den a fear crept in.. wat if everyone blames me.. its better to be mum about it... whr can one find a peace.. wen its not even at home... how can u stop such predators to enter ur house..

i did mention to him.. but even he asked me to be mum and not to talk bout it at home... never expected dis from him though.. but thats the way it is... the one who claims to be ur guardian cant do anythg either... is he too practical and real.. or me over reacting..

but if its bout taking care of my very being... den no reaction can ever be over...

twice bitten never shy!!! :-)

lil brother went for a Goa trip.. more den him.. it was me who was excited back home.. most obviously to know wat all he has got for me... ;-)

and here it goes...

abbu (lil bro) and me--

me-hi abbu

abbu-haan bol...

me-kahan hai..

abbu-ghar per..

me-arey u r back!

abbu-haan!

me-how was it..

abbu-nice..

me-how many of u were thr ???

abbu-seven

me-u had feni??

abbu-yeah!

me-how was it??

abbu-bad..

(final question)

me-wat all u have got for me...???

abbu-dekh.. sun... i came back last night at 1.. i m feeling damn sleepy... i ll click wat all i have got and ll send the pic... now plz keep down the fone.. else i ll slam it down...

me-yeah sure! get lost!.. bye...

abbu-u too...

the curiosity got no bounds u see ;-)

another way to find it out...

here it goes...

elder brother (bhai) and me

me-hi bhai

bhai-hi..

me-abbu reached know...

bhai-ya last night'

me-i know.. i called... this filthy pig didnt talk to me properly.. i m gonna break his neck on my next visit...

bhai- its ok.. u know he is like dat...

(final question)

me-anyways tell me wat all has he got for me?? u know he didnt tel me...

bhai- r u mad.. he is all tired n all that... n so m i... i was sleeping wen u called... i have been driving the entire night...me not in delhi... u understd wat it means... we mortals do get tired...

phewwww!!!!

me-yeah! so.. it ll not take more then a second before u tell me.. wat all he has got for me...

bhai-u gone nuts... he came by 1 at night.. n just den i left... i didnt ask... but guess some dress or soemthg...

me-and?? :-)

bhai-and.. now i m gonna seriously kill u... get lost!!!!

me-same to u....

sigh!!!

[atleast i gotta know one thg!!! he he he ]

n my dear! i love u!!

Didnt even notice u wen for the first time both of us were ragged together... and wen the seniors asked me "are u guys frds??" and i replied... "no sir! we r acquaintances".... guess wat they said really turned out to be true... they forecasted it.. isnt it...

and i thk all the stars above.. to give me a genie in disguise in dis lifetime!!!

no wrds r enough to say "thk u ashish" for everythg

lemme just recollect them..

for giviing opporutnity to Delhi University to gimme the engineering degree..thks fro dragging me to canteen lawns..and making me sit down n study... thks for slapping me hard to concentrate.. wen i used to get all philosophical...

how can wee forget our "the world is bad" session.... and u making me feel the best girl in the whole world...

thks for going wid me for the entire delhi bhraman... for rechecking thg...

thks for giving me ur shoulder to cry.... thks for wiping off my tears....

thks for reminding me that abhi u r married.. and the one u r bitching bout is not ur bf...

thks for being thr at my every beck and call... even in chilly winters... how can we forget me giving u my jacket... which i love the most to u.. like a hero// wen u drove all the way to gimme notes..

thks for going to my place.... to teach my lil bro C++ even wen i was not around...

thks for getting me all the stuffs u get even wen ur girl frd looks all puzzled... thks for giving me a share of ur first salary ...

thks for letting me take charge of ur wallet everytime we r out to lounge around.. widout even a wrd...

thks for missing me,... thks for shedding tears.. everytime u know i have to go back.. thks for jumping around on the news of me coming back,,

thks for the wonderful watches u get me... thks for the perfumes.. thks for giving me ur hand to try out all the posssible thgs from body shop...

thks for pulling my ears.. wen my mind go haywire... thks for keeping me grounded...

thks for being thr ashish in every thicks n thins...

thks for being "ashish"

thks for loving me unconditionally...

thks for letting me shout,scream and order u!!!.

thks in advance for the I PHONE that u r getting me dis Jan... ;-)

and thks for getting "Used" that to wid a smile on the face..

trust me... virgin mary wud never taste the same widout u!! and my bachelors degree is all urs!! HArd Rock CAfe rocks!!!

n my dear!! i love u!!!

no wrds are enough to praise u...

isse zyada jhoot main ab nahi bol sakti.... mera bhi kuchh imaan dharam hai ya nahi

and the faith in frdship continues coz of ppl like u.. Amen!!!

playing hide and seek wid my very being!

i m all game!!!

i wish my heart knew a lil maths!!!

fool me...

i dont mind being fooled if u can afford to...

but dont fool me to an extent...

that it ruins me...

update!

knee injured

while running across the living area to give a tight one to lil brother!!
cudnt catch him... n got a bruised knee...

phewww!!!!

gonna miss

just four more days for me to attend the classes... leaving on 28th... getting all jitters... its not that i didnt know it that it ll end... but den was somewat fooling my self...
made couple of new frds... cant say frds to keep for ages.. it gotta be two ways know!!!...
gonna miss back to student life thg...
gonna miss sitting at the last bench...
gonna miss my daily juice dose.. at "popular juice centre"
gonna miss splurging on momos...
gonna miss a lot unmentioned...

right from the time i woke up n was putting make up (yes!! i bought a new eye shadow pallete..and even before taking a bath i was trying it on as i cudnt sleep properly as i was waiting for the morning..so that i can use it)..dad was like..
once-samaan rakh lo..nahi to last moment per halla karoge...
twice-beta samaan rakh lo...
and again and again,,,,
arey!!! chahte kya ho.. pata hai jaana hai.. bhaga kyon rahe ho... nahi rakhna mujhe.. nahi jana.. dimaag mat khao mera... get lost all of u...

dad-last part was not required...
me-i know.. but plz let me be ...
dad- achha chuck it..!! tell me wat are these heavy bottles u bought yesterday...
me-dad shampoo and conditioner...
dad-but beta!! why 3 litre
me-wahan kahan milega
dad-tumhare ahmedabad mein ye bhi nhi milta kya..
me-milta hoga pata nahi... wahan se nahi lena.. ye nahi mila to...bhai is the care taker of my hair.. he said he ll gonna take the expenses of my hair for my entire life..


gonna miss waking up at my own leisure
gonna miss fighting wid elder brother and going to lil one for help
gonna miss mom's scolding
gonna miss being daddy's lil gal
gonna miss i-m-so-kindergarten-thg...
gonna miss my shorts,my minis,and my denims,..
gonna miss shopping for no rhyme or reason,,,
gonna miss shouting at the highest decible possible
gonna miss the 11 0'clock deadline of entering house...(ya a deadline wud definitely be missed)

m i behaving like newly wed.. who is bout to leave her house... yeah!! i think i m .. but i m sure.. i wud behave like dis for the rest of my life.. everytime i m gonna leave my home.. evrytime i wud cry wen the lights r switched off in the plane.. i know before leaving home. i ll go in each and every room to take its essence...

sarees and salwar kameez...i m coming!!!!



[elder brother mite read dis blog.. but i hope he doesnt... cant show my emotional side...wat they already know of... i try to fool them.. n they try to fool me in putting up a mask... we-dont-give-a-damn.. how far is it.. not even a two hr flight.. but we know it so well.. how far it is..]

the loving tale of dhokla and blackberry...

bought dhokla from the market...
reached home...
opened the packet..
was just about to take a mouthful of it...

before that i thought to make a couple of calls...
searched for fone...
found it being submerged deep into the dhokla's chutney!!!
phewwwww!!!!!!!

mind u!! i continued eating.. ab jo ho gaya hai..that cant be changed.. so y waste dhokla...

mom giving me the worst look ever....along wid all this...

it goes like....

mom-akal nahi hai... bigaad rakha hai baap ne.. dhyan kahan hai... bahut khaane ko mil raha hai... bas udaaye jao... kamaogi tab pata chalega....
fone dhokle ke packet mein rakhne ki cheez hai... aur kitna nuksaan karna hai..
blah blah blah....

elder brother-let it be.. i have no wrds.. i have given up on u... good u maintained ur track record..aur kitne fone kharab karne hain...

track record
fone 1- into the loo
fone 2-into the bucket
fone 3-chewed up by a small kid...
fone 4-given to a frd.. ruined it...
fone 5-bottle left uncapped.. fone lying in the bag.. submerged in the water again...
and now fone 6- into the pool of chutney


younger brother- this time "chhota hai..chhota reh.." didnt wrk,,,
he pushed me so hard..i fell off the bed....but then i convinced him to take it the repair store...

dad-beta!! tum blackberry kharab kar sakti ho.. to kuchh bhi kar sakti ho... got no wrds... moorkhta ka pradarshan karne ke aur bhi kayi tareeke hain...
(yeah!!! i know...)

husband- wat to do... naya le aayenge aur kya.. but u wud hve taken care.. waise kya kya kaha mom dad ne... bahut daanta... (it was not out of concern...it was out of the very beautiful feeling..that some one is scolding her too..i cud hear the grin.. he asked me "aur kya kaha.. aur kya daanta "100 times)

(well how is he concerned.. he got no right to scold me...all my fones r from my dad...)





at the repair shop-
that guy to my lil brother- bhai saab !! kya kiya hai isse... khele ho kya... mitti,cheetiyan,rooyi.....
sorry!! the display has gone.. fone can wrk though... aapko fone recieve hi to karna hai na...wah!!!

(ya sure!! widout the display)

bhai shouting at me..
u embarrassed me!!...


finally i have given that cell to daddy dearest... iss dibbe ko pakdo... n before i leave for gujarat get me a new one...


current fone given to me.. is worth rupees 1500..certainly by elder brother.. tu yahi use kar.. yahi tere laayak hai... ab isse jo karna hai kar... throw it...put it in the water... heat it... roast it.. or fry it...



me- itni kya tension krni... purana jayega.. tabhi to naya ayega!!!
he he he!!!


final blow to them and to me--

evryone sitting in the living area...

i declare--
get me an I Phone

look at the audacity!! this being the height...
the look said it... "usse kitne din mein kharab karogi"

does this say i m carelesss!!!! naahhh!!! i m not!!!

babul tere mehlan vichon..teri laado pardesan hoyi....

neighbour's and ma's conversation

neighbour-aapke ghar koi aaya hua hai kya??
ma- nahi to.. koi nahi...

neighbour-fir wo ladki kiski hai jo aapke yahan rehti hai...??
ma-kaun ladki rehti hai??

neighbour-chhoti si hai... kahin tution jati hai shayad shaam ko...
ma-arey wo to meri beti hai...

neighbour-aap to keh rahe the ki shadi kar di? lekin wo to bahut chhoti lagti hai..
ma-haan yahi hai wo...chaar saal hone wale hain shadi ko... thodi jaldi kar di.. padhne aayi hai..abhi chale jayegi..kuchh dino mein,,

neighbour-oh!! achha!! humein laga koi aaya hua hai...


phewww!!!

babul tere mehlan vichon..teri laado pardesan hoyi....



time to pack my bags... leaving on 28th for jaipur den on 1st to ahmedabad..

tag-school days

What was your favorite back to school item to buy?

i used to buy loads of pen.. wen i got into std 5... the only thg i was excited bout was that now i m gonna write wid pens...

What was your favorite subject in school?

English. If I’d not gone where everyone else was going(Engineering/Medical), I’d have done BA in English, journalism..(i m copy pasting dis..)

Did you ride the bus or get a ride from Mom/Carpool?

my school was just a km away, but still i used to go by bus... ask me why? i dont know... later in class 10 i declared..that now i m a grown up... no more bus thg

coming wid frds used to be so much fun... fighting.. shouting.. screaming.. n obviously my devil laughter...

Do you have a sack lunch or cafeteria food

lunch box it was.. in class 9 i asked my mom not gimme anythg... i lll take it from the school canteen.. but den that just didnt wrk... had better thgs to do.. den to go to the canteen... ;-)

What is your favorite memory from your school days?

being the teachers pet.. it was always better..

class prep- me and a frd competed together in a fancy dress competition...me as a rajasthani bride.. n he being the groom.. even till today... i m teased by that... the height being in my wedding also.. wen he came on the stage for the fotograph thg... we both laughed.. n frds were like.. dekh wo ja rahi hai.. rok le...

i always wanted to std in front or at the centre of a choir group.. or in a dance group.. if not like dat.. i used to puff up my face n used to go and std at the corner... ultimately mam used to make me std in the middle..

participated in the republic day parade...can never forget the hard core regime that was thr...

going for mr.and miss. Elan contest.. conducted by times of india..

was the head girl of the school... n the best part being.. the head gals bf was no less then a king... so had too many to choose from..

me taking my handycam.. n doing the sting thg.. on almost evryone... i still got that... the entire video's backgrd music..is my laughter..

school farewellll..being shot beautifully.. wid ahmm hmmm!!! me giving the speech...

car-religion-miracle-ditch

got late for the class... was looking for a parking but cudnt get.. so i was trying to take reverse... and en wt happened... right front tyre got into a ditch... now i was in a situation whr i was stuck.. gettign late for the class (to hell wid the class....) hay!! meri gaadhi... ab to band baji pakka...
tried calling "Race" ppl...(helpline) but they didnt take the call...
so i went to a near by mandir.. n thr were two guys sittign.. i asked for help.. guess they were in a fun mode.. they said..."in aunty ko bhi sath le lein" (aunty was 80 yr old.. felt like kicking the two.. but then got to behave wisely.. time to make 'gadhe ko baap'.. i called up my cousin den..."bhai jaldi aa.. gaadhi gaddhe mein gayi"...
but then thr was another guy who was enjoying the scene... he wanted to help but was just waiting for me to say i guess.. so he came.. i didnt say anythg to him.. like plz help me and all that.. i just gave him my car keys...
so now the scene was like.. those two mandir wala guys lifted my car from front.. and he took a reverse and it was out...and i was introspecting the entire scene..wid a surdy uncle... i said thk u and all that... later i asked him... ab u helped me itna.. now plz park it also... he felt like a hero!! and he parked in the no parking zone...in front of his own house... (i m glad to be born as a gal.. and mind u pretty one).. and den the final blow...
hi!! i m Prince... and u... Abhilasha....phewwww!!!

later i rushed to the class... and the topic going on was... 'philosophy of religion'- sub topic... god's miracle... meanwhile i was relaxing myself a bit..n i guess i turned rude to a classmate.. he was so desperate to tell me... tht look! abhilasha.. the guy sittign next to u is also from rajasthan... arey!!.. so wat to do... should i marry him!!! pheww!!!! and one of the classmate asked me.."abhilasha-why were u roaming around here n thr..wat was wrong... i said nothing"... tabhi to site the miracle's example... a guy said..."sir!! for example.. if i m driving and my car gets into a ditch.. and i get an instant help.. thts a miracle.."
my my my!!!.. my heart was completely in my mouth... n i said..!! Sir!!! i agree... thats sure a miracle... but i kept wondering... how come he qouted such n example.. did he see me struggling.. but he doesnt know me.. met him for the first time.. new entry he is...
anyways.. i just cudnt pay attention in the class... my cousin said... beta!! is new brand car ka dabba banakar hi jana hai kya... kuchh aur bhi karna hai to do it in one go... get a nano..!! dont drive the mammoth..
anyways.. lets get back to Prince ;-)... after history class i reached my car at 9... so listening to the CLS.. the macho!! hero!!! came out of his house... wat if this lady needs a help again... and to embarass me more... my frds started... yar ye hai kya wo!! ye hai kya...
maine kaha baksho yar... already got a bad day...
so finally the day ended wid me giving lift to a history wala classmate..
husband!!(yes! i have one...) wen i told him all this...i asked him.. tumhe ajeeb nahi lagta... main kaisi si hun... always upto somethg... to that he said.. abhi kuchh nahi kar sakte... but i m sure... i ll let ur brother know.. that save ur car... behan bigad gayi hai.... gaaddhi ki band baja rahi hai. and aajkal to ladko ko lift bhi de rahi hai... ;-) ;-)....




brother saw me scribbling dis blog... he read the entire thg on his lappy... i tried running and snatching the lappy from him so that i could delete the blog... but i failed.. so before he could say anythg to me.. i told him... i have told dad already.. so u need not blackmail me.... and for god sake dont intrude my privacy by reading my blog... and the best of all.. i started crying before he said anythg... and i told him.. theek hai... ab to main jaane hi wali hun.. jo shikayat karni hai kar le...
;-) it worked!!!... he said chal koi na... but take care!!.....even i want to use it at times... cant drive a Tin...

love and hate!!

you have love and hate. Love is the thesis, hate is the antithesis; and most people die caught in the struggle, conflict, between the two. They are never able to see that there is a subtle connection between love and hate; that they are not two energies but one energy having two polarities. They are just like the negative and positive in electricity -- but it is electricity all the same.

Hate is also a kind of love standing upside down. It happens that you can forget your friend, but you cannot forget your enemy. The enemy haunts you more than the friend. You think more of destroying the enemy than helping the friend. The reason is that love is a thesis -- simple. Hate is an antithesis -- it has become more complicated. It has become negation, and negativity has an attraction -- for many reasons.

One is afraid of negativity because you cannot hate someone without creating a wound within yourself. Nobody pretends hate. It is always authentic, because why should one pretend hate? -- It hurts.

People pretend love; they may not be really in love, but the very idea that they are in love is soothing. So love can remain superficial; but hate always goes deep -- it cannot remain superficial. That's why one becomes more concerned about the enemy than about friends.

rang de basanti!! and much more

in second yr of my college.. it was monday... bhai dropped me to the college.. and he went to his... though thr ws supoose to be some chhutti but i rebelled that no! i have to go... ...but thr was actually a chhutti...
so me n my frds made up a plan to go for this movie... so right for the morning show we were thr.... movie was nice.. wid my expert comments... and critical observation and ravan laughter we had a great fun... after the show was over.. some one tapped at my shoulder... i kinda ignored... den again it was... i turned... n then wat happened goes like dis--
my heart was in my mouth.. it was my brother... who just sometime ago had dropped me to the college... n here i was enjoying the movie... n he went like,,. tu ghar aa tujhe batata hun....n d rest is history!!!! phewwww!!!!....

and den history repeated itself... younger brother went for a date wid his gf to see prom night...n i caught him... ask me how... media ppl were asking for thr response on the movie..n i caught him on the tv.. and he still asks me how i came to know... so i told him i have a pact wid theatre ppl... so now everytime he goes out...even if i m in gujarat he tells me..
cool know!!!

i made a fool out of me..

after a break of six days.. i went to the class today...
so thr was this guy who asked me.. whr were u...why didnt u come... so i told him.. i went to gujarat... he asked me why... so i told him sasural hai... he was like ok...
nd den the usual question... u like that place.. how come u thr... and den i said no its nice...
so he started off... even i have been to baroda for some match...so i said... ya its a nice place... i hae been thr once.. but ppl thr... consider themselves as dude and dudettes.. think they r too ahead.... and my chattar pattar and burai session continued,,,
so wen i stopped..he said.. aapke peechhe jo bathe hain wo dono gujarati hain... i turned n asked them,,,
oh! aap gujarati ho.. nice.... to that they said ... BARODA!!!!
n i was like... nice... to cover it all up.. i asked one of the guys... "su kare chhe papa???"
just to sh ow them... main bhi aap mein se hi ek hun...main bhi gujarati ho gayi hun... plz mujhe gaaliyan mat dena... but still u guys can never be dudes... he he he!!!!

silent mode..

for the very occasion of rakshabandhan wen i was suppose to be wid my brothers.. i left them and went to gujarat (sasural)... ask me why?? coz my sis in law was coming wid her husband.. and being the bahu i was suppose to be thr... though i never crib on small issues.. but i seriously wanted to be wid my brothers....

so i went on 20th.. and i came back on 25th...

after my sis in laws wedding.. i was meeting her for the first time... and her husband too... i was kinda excited... i thought that it ll be great fun.. i ll chit chat... go out .. and get to know the new entrant of the family little more... to my surprise it turned out to be opposite... her husband turned out to be cmpletely in the silent mode... he didnt utter anythg.. i thought he must be feeling shy... but no i think he is dumb.. he just didnt speak anythg... and it was me who was constantly chatting.... i was like he should feel comfortable.... but two days passed... he didnt say anythg... so my husband said.. let him be... guess he is too dumb....

but fir main to main hun... aise kaise chhod dete.... i asked him...
aapne Dil Chahta Hai.. dekhi hai... he said yes...
i said usmein jo subodh hai na.. wo aap ho... u r just like him... and guess he was completely dumbstruck... and i told him subodh's character in detail.... i m sure he didnt like it... but who cares....
husband gave me the weirdest look.. and told me... devi ji... sab aapki tarah street smart nahi hote.. baksho aise logo ko... he doesnt know u r the queen. its an honour to talk to u... poor him ... ignorant of it...
i told my sis in law... agli baar aao to isse sikha ke laana... aur iska mode change karke...


i dont know.. i dont like such ppl... we r not thr to entertain u... conversation is always two sided... i m often scared of silent mode sort of ppl... wonder wat all goes in thr mind... wat sort of permutations and combinations they wrk on..

the peace treaty

so now.. wen all the ways have been tried and tested.. me n my elder brother have zeroed upon on one thg... and that is the PEACE TREATY.... both of us have signed the peace treaty... and that says.. no more fights.. no more quarreling... atleast till rakhshabandhan....

this treaty has been signed in the presence of dad and mom...

it says...

1.no more taunts..

2.ll do each others wrk if its in the vicinity... as in.. if i m not suppose to get from my place i ll... it should be in the reach of my hand..

3.i ll not do anythg if i m studying (even if i m wid a open book but no music)

4.i ll not get up if i m watching TV.. as i hardly watch...

5.no more track on the expenses.. no more interventions in each others business..

6.no checking of the cell phones...

7.no more snatching away of the laptop...

8.i ll not order him...

9.i ll not shout...

wonder till wat duration we ll stick to it... but as of now.. the peace and order is maintained... ll keep posting the latest developments...

the big bang theory

so my current addiction is "THE BIG BANG THEORY "...... its just too awesome...i watched season three in just one go... it was a delightful marathon...

all the characters r just too cool... even in my dreams i m at Sheldon's and Leonard's home...

i really like wat all Penny wears... n i have noticed one thg.. that thruout all the seasons she has not repeated even one single piece of cloth...

though Howard is little irritating.. But Raj is truly adorable...

the addiction has reached its height.. before going for the class i m watching it... after coming also while having dinner i watch it.. n coz of my this addiction i do get a good scolding too... "u r here for a purpose" .. "they ll not gonna ask wat penny wore in episode three of season two in ur exam"...and to my surprise guess i m catching the accent too.

but i really cudnt get out of dis... so i told mom.. ma plz help me i have to study but i m not able to...so mom told me u go for ur class wen u ll come back ll gt u a solution....

so now the solution is...

mom keeps the lappy in her almirah... n after i study for quite a stretch den only she takes it out... n lets me watch just one episode n keeps it back...

but i m feeling sad.. all the episodes r almost over.. den i ll be starting wid "how i met ur mother"..

n i m sure in that case.. mom wud break the lappy...

:-( :-(

my new spectacles..

so i have got my new spectacles...(yes! i do wear on.. but only to see the board)... earlier they were metallic red rimmed glasses... but dis time i hve got them in metallic purple.. and they r looking just too cool...though i liked the nerdy ones.. but my frds told me .. that they r just not going wid ur persona...

so i got them today.. though i dont wear at home.. but since they r new.. i m wearing it since evening.. n i wonder i mite sleep wearing them on...

wen i came home i asked everyone individually how r they looking.. but guess everyone was so busy.. and they said.. ya nice.. good.. and continued wid thr stuff... so i finally told daddy to gather everyone n ask how r my spectacles looking... so dad called everyone n then he asked.. how r the spectacles looking.. then i got a unanimous very serious reply.. that they r looking just too cool.....

but guess i mite get another red one

till that time yippieee!!! youhuuuu!!!!!

wicked hrs..

just in a oh-so-nostalgic-mood..just came back after watching this latest movie 'Udaan'... went to the PVR near by.. tht particular complex is very close to my heart.. as its just two minutes walk from my school... whr i spent more then a decade of my life... let it be birthday celebration.. or the result thg... or the farewell party.. or the conty one... from crushes to brushes.. to short skirts to mills and boons.. to wearing saree for the first time on teachers day.. tht complex has witnessed them all..

i walked down to my school wid my lil bro... patrolling gypsy was thr at the back gate.. but who cares!!!. school looked too different at such wicked hrs...at such a dark night...the buildings .. the playground... the basket ball court..all looked so different.... i could even locate the cameras... which i always wanted to break.. but being the head girl i cudnt... few more new developments here and thr.. so many school buses standing thr.. route no. 24 specially... school being not even 1 km away.. my dad used to send me in a school bus... as he thought his daughter wudnt be able to cross the road.. wanted to sty thr for a lil long.. but den bhai asked me to get inside the car..n i got a scolding to roam around so late at night as he asked me to wait at the exit...

have i turned old.. but i still feel as if i m in class 12... it seems as if it was just yesterday tht i did twelfth... its been 6 yrs though.. 2004 the yr it was wen i was out of the cocoon of my school...and after that life has never been same..

too much to achieve...

too less time...

thgs are hurrying up...

so m i....

yippeee!!! youhuuuuu!!!!

yippieee!!! youhuuuu!!!!

my mom is back...

and along wid her my old maid is also back....

double happiness....

told mom..!! i m happy ma that u r back... but i m happier that our maid is back...life seems too sorted... completely calm and composed... completely under control...i love my life....

:-) :-)

went for shopping at 1 cam back by 7... it was bhai me lil bro.. and his frds... was damn tired wen returned home.. got some stuff for my husband too.. but i m sure.. by the time i ll meet him.. i ll make his t shirts all dirty and old... i just simply adore over sized t shirts...

soon after i m came back.. i headed for sahaj yoga centre... and reached thr by 7 30... it was a great experience... Ma talked about why one should meditate and wats maha maya... i was so damn tired.. but den i just cant afford to miss out from going thr.. but once i reached all my tiredness vanished.. moreover so many ppl sitting around u.. meditating collectively gives a sense of calmness.. the prayers and bhajans give a soothing effect... i also bought couple of CDs that comprised ma's lectures and bhajans.. since i had no clue which one to buy.. i asked the gal thr to give any lecture CD of her choice.. she was looking at me wid a very weird expression.. she gave me like three CDs.. den someone from behind prompted me to ask bout Guru Puja CD... and i asked for that too.. and few more.. in total i bought 10... so good na.. a minute ago i had no CD and widin a minute i had a library... n i just love this thg bout me.. wat certainly keeps my mom puzzled... wen in doubt i just go ahead and buy even if one of the thgs isnt tht good compared to other... rather thn not buying at all.. one should always listen to his or heart.. no matter the volume of the heart is high or low... :-).. and no matter it makes a hole in dad's pocket.. and no matter once u get that thg home, u dont even look at it... :-)

coz of my dis habit my husband is really clueless.. he goes like... bigaad rakha hai beti ko... ser chadha rakha hai...aur ye piece mujhe pakda diya...

FOOL! thats me..

scene 1

reached class early yesterday... so i asked the mam at the reception... "mam..andar koi aur hai??" she said "haan ashish".. i gave such a puzzled look... i said "mam! ashish.. who??"

and she just started laughing... and still i was puzzled....

and den i realised...

Ashish is my cousin who studies wid me.. since he is kinda elder to me .so i call him bhai.. name ashish completely skipped from ma mind.. but still... maine hadd hi kar di... i m sure wo mam soch rahe honge ye ladki pagal ho gayi hai...

scene 2.. another class...

i couldnt find the seat wid my frd... so i sat wid some xyz guy... so in between the class wen sir was dictating and few wrds werent that cLear.. so i asked that guy "kya kaha sir ne??" but he didnt respond... again thr was soemthg that i cudnt get.. and again i asked "sir kya bol rahe hain??" but that guy.. he didnt give any response... but as per my "Dheet" habit.. i asked him somethg again... finally he said.... "saary!! i dont know hindi"....

main to hass hasske neeche girne wali thi.. but i recollected myself...

GOD!! abhilasha.. sab kuchh happening teri life mein hi hoga kya...

day before coz of the jam ..i reached home at 12.. generaly i reach home by 9 30... thk god i dont have a hyper active family... "kya hua.. kahan reh gyi.. kab aayegi. calling 100 times type.."

they r very chilled out.. thk u GOD>.. kash bhagwan ji meri doosri family bhi aisi hi de dete... wid dem its like... mobile launching is celeberated in home.. wonder how were they living widout it....

no. of time i have to call... for example while coming to delhi...

call 1.. after reaching the airport

call 2.. after taking the boarding pass

call 3.. after security check.

call 4.. wen the announcement is made..

call 5.. entering the aircraft

call 6.. wen its all set to take off..

call 7.. after it lands

call 8.. after reachign the luggage belt

call 9.. after takign the stuff

call 10.. after i find someone who is suppose to pick me up

call 11.. after reachign home...

n now one should know why telecom is prospering..

n trust me i hate to use cell fone... such GPS thg on me.. makes me hate it more.. i plannign to get somethg like dis fit in my body..

and wid my family...as in my parents...

they r pretty chilled out... beta.. kahin bhi jao... aao... reach home by 11.. if getting late.. make a call.. that to coz.. whether u ll have a dinner here.. or outside...

cool na!!!

journey and much more..

friday evening scheduled at 4:50 pm delayed by almost two hours.. it was den 6:30

was just thinking how ll i spend my time..i bought a filmfare.. that i didnt read.. i ordered for a frappe and chocolate brownie.. but since me not a chocolate person.. i bought and i thought i ll eat it... but i didnt eat.. the guy who came for the clean up.. was astonished wen i said 'le jao..' he said mam aapne kuchh khaya hi nhi... i said nahi khana, le jao... he diligently did his wrk.. but guess more them him the gentleman sittign on the next table was surprised...

gentleman-mam u didnt eat chocolate brownie..

me-i didnt like it much...not a chocolate person

G-how come mam.. all the gals like it..

me-sorry .. i m not following the norm.. but i dont like it..

G-is ur flight delayed.. whr r u going.??

me-ya it is. me goign to ahmedabad

G- who stays thr??

me-i stay thr..

G-mam u dont look like a gujarati..,

me-coz i m not...

G-den why??

me-i have shifted...

G-mam why dont u shop??

me-i dont like shopping much

G-how come mam.. every gal likes it...

me-sorry again.. for not following the norm...

G-love marriage or an arrange one??

me-both

G-mine was a love arrange...she was from my school....

and it went on and on.. he was just too inquisitive...i had a good time pass.. but his questionaire was driving me mad... why on the planet earth jut coz i m gal.. i have to eat a chocolate.. and i have to go for shopping .. i jus didnt understd..

while coming back...

monday morning... 10 am

again my life is stuck wid either mangoes.. or mango pulp..

dad in law wrapped his love and affection in the form of mango pulp cans.. either i have to bring mangoes every time i go to delhi.. or i have to get the pulp...

at the security...jut like the last time..they kept my bag inside... and i asked..wat is it... wat cans r thr... again i replied the same way.. mango pulp.. u want.. u want to check.. u can tke it if u want...the security guy said.. no i dont want to,,, u can carry on...

trust me i m not into dis.. but i really wanted to say... "do u know who m i.. n who r u talking to.." but den its ok... they r doing it for our security reasons.. but yar ek do baar chalta hai.. not always..

n i m back... i m liking it.. but i m not liking it t the same time...career and love both r important... its just bout two more months.. just trying to stick to my priorities...God! be wid me...

hmmm..so i have been tagged.. n dis one i never thought about...

i dont like ladies hand bags..i find them too eeeuuuuu..... i carrry them only wen i m travelling back and forth to delhi... i m too much of a nike adidas person... so lets see...

now for coaching...

me carrying an adidas side bag (2 of my frds have already asked me for it,,i have told them..lemme be bored of it.. den take it..)

1.hair brush

2.water

3.regi

4.so many sheets of xerox material

5.comb also.

6.loads of pens.. (like 20,i have a major fetish)

7. car keys

8.small towel.

9.clutchers

10. a mini shoe tied to the zipper of the bag..

PS: i can never keep my bags closed.. wonder how many thgs i have missed out on which mite have fallen from my bag..

welcome back..

im back to gujarat... and i have brought rains wid me..

and above all i have made my room into a room... since husband suffers from OCD bout cleanliness he turned my room into such a prim and proper.. and here i came. thrown away my bag.. luggage bag.. magazine...he he he.. and he was like.. "baksho devi ji, room would start crying"

before i come here..i have all kind of issues.. i dont like dis.. i dont like that.... but once i m here.. i like it all... i love the place.. i love my house.. and above all i love my husband... but yes.. before coming here... i turn into a complaint box...but guess my life is much sorted here...

kept an alarm for 7.. but woke up at 6 30... got into the usual chores.. n i turned so different...

1. giving keys and pani to driver..

2. instructing maid..

3. insturucting maali bhai..

anyways.. mornign started wid a cup pf tea.. it was already laid before i woke up.. chit chatted wid ma n dad in law.. told them a funny incidents bout a gal in the coaching... someone came upto me and told me.. "u know that gal is a big shot one,she comes wid a big chauffer driven red light car" and i dont know wat prompted me and i behaved like a kid and i went like.. "have u ever noticed how i come for the class, and do u know.. i m a big shot's daughter.. and who my dad in law is" i said all this n i was like.. "wat the hell..abhilasha.. how kiddish can u get" to all dis ma in law went like to her son... dekh teri biwi padhti wadhti nahi hai wahan.. bas wahan gappe maarne jati hai...

i was like.. ma ..ek to im telling u..

dad in law was like... haan beta get ur frds home.. show them around... i was like.. ya sure.. pehle hi show off karke kam kiddish behave kiya hai.. ki ghar bhi le aaun...

guess!! diliiiwalas r just too good at the flaunting part...he he he....

going back

i m going back to gujarat.. after a month in delhi.. it seems i was on a yr long vacation...didnt get to meet my mom.. she being occupied wid her stuff.. but i m a grown up daughter.. i understd.. how mom must be feeling that she cudnt meet me... missing mom terribly...

mom called up up yesterday and was like "beta! i m sorry i cudnt make it.. everyone is saying.. wat kinda mom u r.. ur daughter is thr.. and u are not going to meet her" i told mom "mom dont listen to anyone,i have no issues..i m a part of u..just walking outside ur body"..

everytime i go back to my ''sasural' i get terrible goosebumps.. it seems as if i m going thr for the first time.. i hve almost forgotten which thg is lying whr.. i wonder do i still know how to make a cup of tea.. m i ready to wake up by 7 again... and be alert all the time.. all set to take up my doorkeepers duty... Gosh! its pissing me off...

a check list

1.hair dryer- check

2.sandals- check

3. shampoos and conditioners - check

4.tickets- check

5. gifts- check

6. cell charger- check

7.myself- CHECK

wat is it about love.. saying it ten times in a day?? may be??

ever tried to force someone to love u.. ever tried to love someone forcibly..

ever tried to do a love drenched gesture without a drop of love in it....

sitting back and making one understd.. that look...u have to love.. its thr.. if its thr... does love come wid the 'entitled' relationships...or relationships come out of love...

u love someone coz' of the named relationships u share...or is it vice versa.. is it like u share a relationship coz' u love...

its instant..is it..

or conceived on the minds and then executed...

ready wid a check list??

check

check

check

////enter...

operation terminated....

not that i dont understd thgs... but i prefer to keep mum.. coz it hurts otherwise..its like i look dumb.. or ppl assume that i m .. or may be i show such traits... if u r good.. that certainly means fishy...is it?? or if u r not.. than definitely u r a vamp... may be i have not that great luck... that to make a fool out of me is not that difficult... to that my brother says why do u have to talk to anyone...why u want to be kicked..but can i stay as an alien.. he says try finding a middle way.. make frds,talk to them but to an extent... but is it like frdships r bound under any conditions... lately i m not making frds.. and lifes going ok.. the only instruction i get is it to grow up.. but is growing up means to be bitchy... husband (its been three years,but everytime i use this wrd 'husband' i feel weird-somewat i think i m still in class 12) got a very different ideology wid life.. he got a very suspicous nature... "if someone is doing good to u... thr must be some reason..try to find out.. if thr is not.. good..enjoy".... but i come from a different school of thoughts... my being "why to think.. if someone is trying to be smart wid u..let it be...anyways u cant do anythg bout thr smartness.." but i know my closeones r worried for me... coz i know they dont want to see me sad.. specially my brother...since he knows me in and out... "why r u always being kicked..and how many times do u want that,,why do u have to be 'Urself' wid everyone...",...but can have different facets ..no answer to this... i always say just one thg...

any mess or scuffle at the playground,never stopped me from going back again the next evening to play... life moves on... smarter ppl learn from thr mistakes... but i m fine the way it shapes for me.. not learning is absolutely ok wid me... got a tiny brain..cant mess it up wid permutations and combinations of judging ppl.. cant even give it a storage for incidents to get imprinted...

may be now i m just too scared...i m scared not just to mention it.. but i m actually scared..

I was stuck...

i was stuck... God!!. plz dont get me into such situations hereafter.. went for the class... it from 6.. it takes like an hr from whr i stay..class got over by 8.. but i wanted to talk to the sir.. so it left at 8 30.. since it was my first day so i didnt take my car... rather i went by an auto.. so that i ll get hold of the way..

but now i was stuck... no auto was thr.. and it was gettign scary.. i was even ready to travel by bus,, but i didnt know which bus goes to my place. i marched like 2 kms in search of an auto... i have never done ths.. but i even waved hand for a lift...i know its not safe.. but i had just no option.. i didnt even bother to make a call to my husband or brother.. they were calling.. finally i stopped patrolling gypsy...i asked for a lift.. but they said we are not going thr... one of my frd stays thr.. i even thought to go to her place.. and call bhai to pick me up.. but i was trying really hard..i was almost bout to cry... but i kept my fingers crossed.. and i was praying continuously 'ma plz send an auto wala..me getting late..'

finally i got an auto.. he asked for 150 bucks.. but as per meter its 95.. but i was like take 200 but drp me off...

reached home at 9:45... bhai said.. enuf of ur such trials... no more "i m the bond" thg... go wid the driver... though i nodded.. but i dont think i will ;-) ... feeling a lot uneasy...that side of delhi is way different from whr i stay.... dont want such a mess again.. Ma plz take care of me.. ma plz grant me a peaceful sleep... tomorrows class at 8 in the morning at a different place...its much more far.. got to sleep...need to wake up at 6...

man proposes..god disposes

every time i try and answer wid all my wits and brains i never talk sense..specially wid her (college senior cum mentor cum elder sis wont say frd.) ... she asks me the most simplest questions but i go complete nuts.. so finally i told her 'mam (thats wat we used to call our seniors ) dont ask me such questions,ask anyone else but not me,i m not that capable of answering ur quiries' specially those life related ones..

wen someone u look upto turns to u for an answer ,thgs get difficult..atleast for me..

she popped up wid a sensible question but i was giving all the dumb answers.. she asked me to hang up for a minute so that she can buy somethg.. by that time i prayed to shri mataji ,that why is she behaving like that.. why is she talking questions wid me.. after my conversation started i dragged to another level (tha suited my brain).. but i dont know how i started talking sense.. and as per her i gave all the answers..

the best way to live life..is to stop wasting time in analysing... analysing anythg for that matter ..let it be relationships.,conversations,money,anythg .. not to plan out thgs is the best way to free ur mind... let the mind relaz for sometime.. why plan... it always been like that.. man proposes.. god disposes... .

lovin it!

went for an exotic lunch..

bought sexy pair of shades..

and a hair wash...

yippiee!!!

youuhooo!!!!

(cudnt drive..unless i get the number tatooed..)

any guesses??

any guesses...wat dis cud be??

amplifier..

Amplifier

dis song ll take almost an year to reach gujarat...thk god main delhii aa gayi...after a long time a damn good song...guess i even missed dis thr... RPM i m coming... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuCFRaFWjwY

Kaaliyan baariyan we gaddiyaan nu mein lawaan
speed mein 220 di chalaan, POLICE de samne mein nai rukhda
i am a knight rider

breakaan maar maar tardi mein chiekh kad da
sari loki takde we ki hogeya, lagda we injh mera dil rukda
unu mein puchda

ni gaddi sadi beja ni jattiye,
ni door tenu lehja, we arriye
ni woofer tu meri,meri
mein tera amplifier, fier

ni gaddi sadi beja ni jattiye,
ni door tenu lehja, we arriye
ni woofer tu meri,meri
mein tera amplifier, fier

gaddi meri tenu wi awaaz mardi,
black leather seetaan uttey aah bendhi
tenu weh main ser karawanga ni
puri dunya di

Kendi, garmi we lagdi weh seene ni
pijh gai weh kurti paseene di
challi digrees di tooph pendi
on kar AC

ni gaddi sadi beja ni jattiye,
ni door tenu lehja, we arriye
ni woofer tu meri,meri
mein tera amplifier, fier

ni gaddi sadi bedhja ni jattiye,
ni door tenu lehja, we arriye
ni woofer tu meri,meri
mein tera amplifier, fier


jaandi eh club das tere ki erade
Dj nu puch ki lewa main tere gaane
lehja mein lehja tenu jithe we tu chaawain
ekh waari aawe moodh banawe(x2)


ni gaddi sadi beja ni jattiya
ni door tenu lehjja we arriye
ni woofer tu meri, meri
mein tera amplifier fier(x4)

(meh tera amplifier fier)(repeatedly then fade)
love you imran brother

million dollar hair..

pre treatment 750

rebonding 7000..

shampoo 1500 ..

conditioner 1400

serum 1400

mask 2100

plundering daddy!! priceless !!!

one pocket 7000

other pocket 2000

wallet 1000

rest card

pheeewww!!!!!!

(more- RS.50 car parking... drove the new one.. didnt remember the number.. didnt have the courage to ask bhai...so i almost lost the car.. or the car lost me... went to all the similar cars.. and used the locator... alas!! i found the car..alas!! i came back.. )

to all dis daddy said... u wud have bought new set of mane by that amount... its more then enuf to have two customers like u...

i asked daddy to come wid me to get his next hair cut done... daddy said.. i m happy ..i said daddy aap jitna bachate ho utna to main uddha aati hun..he said i like wen u spend.. u r an acclaimed spendthrift..!!! i always like the twinkle in ur eyes...

PS: no worries daddy... my eyes ll keep twinkling as often as u want them too...

going 360 degrees...

so dis post is entirely 'on demand' by a frd....

i never thought i ll move out of delhi... for any reason... but den its not always the way u think... i got married .. and my destiny took me to a no man's land 'capital of gujarat' and its not ahmedabad... so coming from delhi to such a small place was indeed a shock...

thgs tht startled (read drove me nuts)me-

1. peacocks, monkeys, cat,snakes is a normal view in the garden.. all sorts of birds hop in..one can often see cattle too...

2. no concept of home delivery.. they gave me the most blank look....

3. for no rhyme or reason ppl go out at night..and sit at the road side pavements...pavement is still better... wat if i say they sit on the divider....

4. the overhyped garbha thg... it didnt impress me at all... all of them dance the same... in circle.. they go round an round....

5. no traffic.. and no driving sense... its easier to drive in delhi anyday...

6. no mall (go 35 km and u ll have one) whr in delhi its just 5 minutes drive from whr i stay...

7. No pizza hut..no McD... these are basics i m talking bout...

but then everythg has its positive side... from 58 i came down to 50... but then in a world of ppl dieting to lose weight... u have me who started having three glasses of milk in a day to increase the weight.. being thin didnt suit me at all... and the reason being... i or the world fainted couple of times... so now me all smiling at 55...

but soon i strtd liking the place..nevertheless i enjoy my own company... and i feel if u cant enjoy ur own company u cant enjoy anythg else.. it certainly gave me chance to know my self better...but den u learn to push the envelope a little more... and thats life!!!...

"madam ji, are u on aarkut!!! "

so finally the much hyped exam of mine is over... i did my best.. rest is to be taken care by the divine...anyways it was on 23rd..

so now the story... in the middle of the exam i heard someone calling my name.. but then i was like,hows that possible no one recognizes me here .. so i ignored it and continued scribbling...

after the 1st half of the exam was over.. the guy sitting behind me was like... "madam ji... mains ki tayyari kijiye...ye to ho hi jayega aapka." ... i just said thks wid a blank look... but i was kinda uncomfortable..

now thr was a break from 11:30 to 2:30... i moved to a nearby guest house... took my lunch and and studied a bit... and went back...

everyone was already settled by then... to my surprise... the same guy went like "abhilasha.... ji .. aa gaye aap"..god knows wen he scanned my admit card... including the address too..anyways wen i turned back .. his series of questions started off for which he was giving the answers also.....

1.kya karte hain aap??...

bade office mein kaam karte honge...

2. yahan ke to nahi lag rahe.???

hindi achhi bol rahe hain..

3.coaching le rahe hain.??

le hi rahe honge... magar humein time nahi milta...

i was kinda pissed... bt then i was like why to spoil the mood just before second half of the paper..wen its obvious u meet all kind of ppl..in all shapes and sizes...

finally the exam got over..just before i was about to leave he popped up another question... "madam ji...!! are u on aarkut!!! "

eventful yet not so eventful day,,

its been almost more then a yr... but still wen i m reminded of one of the most eventful day of my life i really get goosebumps..

day 1-

wen i visited my parents i made a plan to catch up wid my hostel frds just before the day i was leaving for ahmedabad... and not just dis.. i thought of reliving the days so i asked my brother to gimme the keys of his apartment which was close to my college(hostel) but kinda far from my place..after many questions he agreed... and "all gals night out "was drafted by ME.."

day 2-thgs which messed up

1. i had a terrible headache...but since i made the plan i cudnt say no and ruin it....

2. my car broke down .. the car ride was included in reliving the days...

3. i almost cursed them to say yes to my plan...

event1- all the five of us were suppose to catch up at a market place..and from thr we were to head towards the flat.. since they thought that i ll be certainly coming by the car they bought hell lot of stuff... and wen i told them that the car broke down..they were like.. "mazaak mat kar.. bata kahan parked hai".. but wen i assured them about it ...trust me they almost murdered me...

anyways.. since they cudnt do anythg after giving me all sorts of appreciating wrds we headed towards the flat...

scene2-now it was only three of us.. the other two had some wrk.. so we got ourselves packed into an auto and moved towards the extreme side of the city...

(and thruout all this.. i was having a severe head ache.. even after taking two disprins it was thr..)

scene3- we reached the apartment.... we thought of ordering a meal from the same place whr we always used to get it from "the chawlas" (very cheap and very good food.. esp' kadhai paneer ) .. since thr was no water we asked him to get water also..

scene4- he got the food but he just forgot about the water...so i asked one of my frds to stay back.. and two of us went hunting for water.. wen i came back... I HAD A SHOCK OF MY LIFE... she locked herself from inside accidently... and was crying... and i had no clue whr the keys were... i asked her not to panic.. i just cudnt shout at her coz she was also my senior in the college ... and we call her 'mam'... as per the college protocol...

i called the watchman.. but that **&&@@.. started asking me hundred questions... i asked him to get lost then... hostel expertise came handy here... since the flat had two entrance.. i broke the lock of the other door (tools - hammer and pestle; courtesy 'sweet neighbours').. one three shots and it was open.... and i asked her "mam.. try to karo... it ll open"...but it was jammed... but she somehow managed... and the door got opened...

a really good scolding from my brother... and its beyond imagination to wat all he said to me... he had a very good laugh (aur banao plan..,women power).. as he was against this PLAN ... forget the night out.. forget the head ache.. forget the meal... i felt like kicking both of them.. especially the one inside...

i just dozzed off.. and prayed to god... "is din ko ab kam exciting kar do shri mataji... bahut hua"... a day that i can never ever forget...

and i thought...

and i thought that its only me who is publicising that i wasnt well... but i have recently found that mu mom in law is indeed doing a very good job... the entire state knows bout it.. who so ever is meeting me is asking bout my health... to be honest u like it wen u r not well and ppl ask bout u.. but trust me it gets way too much wen everyone meeting u talks bout it...

and now from "hamari abhilasha bimar ho gayi hai" its "hamari abhilasha bimar ho gayi thi " and the publicity is on and on and on...

everyone is giving me wholesome advices.. and look at me... i m making fun of them.... and it goes like...

1. beta aaram karo padhai to hoti rahegi..

2. nahi thoda bahar niklo.. "badminton" khelo achha lagega...

3. nazar lagi hai tumhe.. utarwa lo...

4. and the last one... hota hai aise hi nothing much to do bout it..(and giggling for no rhyme or reason...)..... this hota hai aise thg irritates me.... plz stop assuming ppl.. if its thr it certainly pops out..

well... the news is im ok now... "ok"... i certainly need some more rest..and i ll be sorted...amen!!!

my nothings..

the calls i need to make in a day no matter wat... like a drug addict.. i need to make these calls..wat i talk make no sense.. either to me or to them..

to mom,

me-hello

mom-hello

me-kya kar rahe the?

mom-kuchh nahi aise hi..baithi thi...

me-achha to theek hai.. maine to aise hi fone kiya...

mom-kuchh hai to batao...ab kya kiya tumne..

me-nahi kuchh nahi...chalo bye...

mom-bye...

to elder brother,

me-hello

bhai-haan bol

me-kuchh nahi.. maine to aise hi fone kiya...

bhai-achha.. kya kar rahi thi...

me-kuchh nahi padh rahi thi..(it varies tv ,padhai ,doing nothing).

bhai-kya padh rahi hai..

me-aise hi thoda revise

bhai-kaun kaun se serials record kiye..

me-nothign much.. aise hi kuchh bhi..

bhai-stop watching crap...

me-ok..

bhai-bye.. padh le ab..

me-done..bye..

calls to lil brother and dad are weekly...

still...

call to lil brother

me-hello..

abbu-haan kya hai bol..

me-kya kar raha tha..

abbu-ghoom raha hun..

me-padhai ki

abbu-karunga abhi

me-just study for an hour.. baki 23 hrs masti kar.. (this dialogue is by heart by me and also by him..)

abbu-haan.. theek hai.. aur kuchh..

me-nahi.. bye..padh lena ...

abbu-haan...

to dad...

me-hello

daddy-haan beta bolo...kya hua..

me-arey .. kuchh nahi...

daddy-mujhe bhi fone kar liya karo..

me-haan karti to hun..

daddy-aur sab theek...

me-haan...chalo bye ...

daddy-kuchh chahiye..

me-nah!

daddy-bye beta..

glad i have them to hear "my nothings"...

apartment-my review

apartment

starring-tanushree dutta, rohit roy, neetu chandra, and anupam kher...

(dont be judgemental about me,wen u r not well .. u lose the ability of deciding wat to watch and wat not to watch....phewww!!!)

tanushree playing an independent gal.. who owns an apartment and wrks as airhostess for spicejet to be precise.. BF , rohit roy stays at her place.. she being very shakki , kicks him out of her apartment and doesnt shed a tear... a true woman power... nikal ja mere ghar se.. poor rohit is chucked out ...

tanushree shares all dis wid her frd.. and she opts for a PG who is an orphan .. after meeting many of them.. she meets neetu chandra (a very simple gal).. she calls her DIDI... and tanushree gets all melodramatic and feels at top of the world after being called DIDI from a stranger...dis PG behaves like a complete maid ,the kind we can die for..

PG gets a makeover by dis DIDI... she gets obssesed wid DIDI.. and cant bear anyone around her.. finally DIDI gets hooked up wid her BF rohit..and wants to take him back in her apartment... how simple na.. and he is fine wid it too... after all getting a roof and a gf to be wid..

PG gets insecure..she has a schizophrenic history.. she kills ppl at drop of a hat.. in dis movie the holocaust starts wid killing anupam kher's cat.."shehzadi' a.. den she kills anupam kher ...and den she kills an inspector.. and not to forget she kills a fish too...and she fires at the watchman also.. and also the hero gets a bullet ...and ya one more.. she kills her best frd's bf wen she was at the orphanage....

finally PG tries to kill DIDI... and they both are hanging from the terrace...PG leave DIDI's hand and DIDI is saved by BF... sigh!!!

DIDI and BF live happily ever after... only if DIDI doesnt kick him out again...

try watching it.. and lose more of ur brain.. and den u can write a letter to anupam uncle.. that why???why?? was he in the movie...

trust me!! money makes u do anythg!!!

she never cried

i always boasted about a fact.. that my mom never cries.. she being my pillar of strength always... i often asked her.. mumma.. why dont u cry.. as in .. dont u feel like crying.. me being someone who cries at a drop of hat...but to that my mom replied if i ll start crying whom wud u look upto..and so true that was... but at the loss of my uncle (mom's brother)...i saw her crying.. for me that was strange.. certainly the loss for everyone in the family is really big.. but seeing her crying shattered me...few days before he died my brother asked me to speak to him... but den as per the habit of postponing thgs.. i told him.. i ll, sometime later.. but guess it was never in my destiny to speak to him..wen mom was crying i saw tears rolling down her cheeks...and i cursed myself... i never wanted to see her crying.. i stayed wid her for three days... just hanging around her.. and den i came back.. but my heart is thr wid her.. i wish i cud stay wid her for some more time...i know she needs me.. but at times life takes u to such cross roads whr the decision making is just not in ur hands...want to be thru wid thgs asap.. and wud stay wid her for almost a month... rather i ll try for little more...amen!!!

little dis and dat...

its been more then a week since i m not keeping well... wonder i have forgotten how is it to be normal... from ahmedabad to jaipur to delhi to back to ahmedabad has completely ruined my health...fever going from 100 to making a record of 106...i always wondered is it humanly possible... yes it is..on the top of it i m pressurising myself wid the burden of giving the exam.. just a month left for it.. god!!help... been chucked out of my room too... carpenter is having a gala time making some crap (though i asked him) in the room...shifted to the room just next to ma in laws... he he he.. deadly... watching even one show is a sin here... padhte nahin hain aajkal ke bachhe .. bas tv dekhte hain.. arey.. i ll study... but let me be ok first... anyways... just a three day visit to my home didnt gimme the satisfaction of staying at my place... wid mom not around... and me trying to be a super woman... by doing it all ... ll certainly go back again ... ye exam kab over hogi...

woke up late!!

the title sounds as if its no big deal.. ppl often wake up late... but thats not the case wid me.. for me 7 to 7:15 is the dead line.... but guess... wat forced me to blog.. i woke up at 8:15 and that to coz my alarm didnt ring... and trust me its a big thg.. not just for me..but for everyone in the house...i walked out of the room.. like a drenched cat... didnt even bother to wash my face.. straighgt away to the kitchen... by then everythg was laid on the table... i was looking for somethg undone.. but to my surprise everythg was upto mark... it gave me a very unusual feeling...i even interrogated my maid.. i asked her.. why didnt u wake me up.. she said "bhabhi mummy ne mana kiya tha".... it surprised me more...but honestly i m liking it... its been since dec i have been to my place.. and since den i m waking up at 7... for me waking up after 8 is giving me so much pleasure... hope to stay in the same state for the enitre day... its true the idea of happiness changes wid time...

i hate sharing!!

i dont like sharing my thgs wid ppl whom i dont like.. though i can be really mean and say "get lost" but dis is not wat my mom has taught me.. it ll reflect her upbringing..

but dis was not the scene before.. wen i was in college...all my thgs were used by my frds in the hostel.. and i had no issues... coz as per mom one should always share thgs... i remember i used to have dis red collored t shirt (though i had it in all the possible colors..he he he....)which was worn by five of us.... and everytime we used to wear it... we were complimented.. and later on that t shirt turned into a invaluable entity and is considered as a masterpiece.... before leaving college i donated my clothes to my dear frds.. coz i knew i ll never be able to wear them again.. am i sounding somethg like self pity.... nah!!!!! i dont want to....

but u know.. den it used to be fun... but now wen i have to share my thgs wid thankless ppl.. i just hate it.. arey! use it.. but give it back before me asking... and dont give me such looks as if i m asking for somethg which is not mine... i tld my mom.. see ur sharing philosophy is not wrking now... but mom still feels that way...from my hair dryer.. to my deos.. to my cellphone... to my clothes...are being taken in my absence or presence... arey! i ll never say no.. but kindly oblige by asking........