i2 bash Memories (Reloading 90% done...)

Where’s everybody yaaaaar ?
Its already 6:30….Hussshhh

(Nitin n Manish enters the scene jostling n humming…mohe mohe tu rang de basanti…mohe mohe tu rand de ….)

(In tashion)
Hiiiiieeeeeeeee Rashmiiiiiii !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kya hai ye ???Abi time kitna hua maaalum hai ???? arrre 7 baj gaye yaaar….aur abhi tak Anjum nai aaayi….Swati kaa pata nai….Mithun to fasP me busy hai….aur Chander kauli pata nai wao dance bi kar raa hai ki nai !!!!! L(((((

(Huggiing Aarty and sobbing)

Aaarty…Aarty…whether d Dance will go onstage or not ???!!!! Deko naa abi 2 min ki bhi choreography nai hui yaar….

Ho jayegi rasmi….rasmi ho jayegi…… !!!! Inko thodi kuch lagta hai….Chup raho tumlog bus…kabhi to time pe aaaya karo….

Punctually at 6:30 almost I mean at least some of the MDM (better pronounced as Master Dance Management) would head towards the basement and make a long entry in the register…uumhuun…Not for a business release or to meet their own cutie Michael….But but….Well do I need to answer why ???? Well this would be the daily chore of most of us who were rlly rlly enthued to tap their feet in the i2bash…

Well it has been almost half a year but the bash bubbles are still bubbling in many hearts…It all started wid couple of mails n enthu put up …n then it took no time as the dance amnesia started communicating ever1s mind…Well now selecting a song was an imp take…lotsa songs were ogling us for moving our hands and feet on them…Someone suggested kajrare n sumone dusbahane n yet another one was bunty aur bubbly but the whole piece of cake was snatched by Sunita when she suggested: “If u waana do sumthing….why don’t u try jingalaalaa type…it will look rlly v good” (am still amazed how she could suggest Jingaalaala….hmmm)…Finally the big ice was broken at one of the party in Aarty’s house where everybody…Lost the control…geared up…rocked n rolled… on Thodi si dhool meri….!!! The song which makes adrenalin rise n makes the the body go tango…just Naturally !!!

As the i2bash stalked more near n near most of us daily activities lied under the bed peeping jealously at us: Fresh aroma of tea, the smell of unwashed blanket, poha in d morning breakfast, the office workstation and the evening cabs were all solitary as we had fall in love with dhool of our dharti and watan…things had totally changed then…


Peeeeepl……… Ppl Posostions….

(Nitin was confused with his positions many times)

Nitin…Nitin…is that ur position……???

Haaan mai to yahin……I mean yahan nai hoon…. !!!! Hold on I will go to my position….

(I guess Nitin was dreaming of some other position :P)



Ok guys…Kim,nitin,gaurav,manno,mithun)…Go to ur positions again…n do Sapne Rang de….(Chanderkauli was absent again…)

(Rashmi singing in her own South Indian style now…)

Spane rang de….aaahaaah !!!
Apne Rang de….aaahaaah !!!

Mithun what r u doin ?????

Mona, tell him how to do the guys part ( Mona was a pro in imitating all the guys steps !!)

Ok start 1,2,3…

Spane rang de….aaahaaah !!!
Apne Rang de….aaahaaah !!!

(with an appealing facial expression)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn....koool..... that is how to do it…..

In midst of the practice session or at the end evry1 used to collapse keeping our hands on our knees… or stretching our hands as though inviting our grand children for a hug… or as if just won the battle of “WaterLoo”( pun intended)…But there was on lil jirl whose enthu still used to sustain….

(Swati with her her index finger waving in the air)

Kim ek baar kare Uriyen ki practice….LoL

I also remember in one of the step the girl had to cross underneath the guys open legs….(nitin, aarty, mithun,rashmi no jokes haan)….Mona could do it wid a grace…(Rasmi denied doin the step) But Swati would do cat walk n would cross the leg in a flash as if Jerry is on the other side sleeping peacefully tempting Tom to catch hold of it…(Hehehe)…Then there was Mona who would go on dancing…sometimes RDB another time Uriyen n sometimes choreographing the guys part…n whenever she saw some of us lying like flagpoles immediately her friendly, motherly grandmotherly n I don’t know what all …ly’s would come to life…

Paoo dard kar raa Manish…

Ek kaam karma….Ghar jaana…..1 bucket paaani lena…

usme khooooob saaara namk daalna…fir pair ko 10-15 paani me daaalna….

bus…saaara dard khatam….

Ab mona ko kaun bataye ki hamne 2 din me kitne namak ke packet khatam kar daale…aur 10 min kya… maano to 1-1 ghante tak 2-3 round maar leta tha….

Rasmi n Aaarty had another story wid them…They would bring some sort of health drink…n maanno n me would bring kela…thts diff story ki kela kisi aur ko mil jaata tha n I had to just watch eating my kelas starving…


Waise God did one good thing…He endowed us the art of forgetting…Otherwise we would have all been crazy….But is it always good to forget things ?????
Like many used to forget about the dance itself...Mithun would confuse his RDB walk wid fashP walk…aarty would forget her laptop…I often used to forget steps…Anjum would forget her practice timings bein busy in her work…..

Anjum chlana nai hai kya ???
OOOO shiiit !!!!!
Arrrrrrrrre yaaaaaaaaaaar….aaaj to Rashmi ne 6 baje bulaya tha…Shiiiiit !!!!

To kya hua chalo….
Arrrrrrre yaaaaar mat poocho….ye Panasonic waaale…huuuuuunh !!!!

Yahan tak to theek he…But imagine if someone forgets in spite of so many practices that such n such person is also dancing in his/her group…

(Nitin strangled wid one step ….trying hard to do it… but in vain.)
(One finger on his forehead n other on his lanky waist…gesturing deep seriousness)

(Suddenly he saw Rasmi that she did the same step gracefully…)

Violaaa !!!

Arre Rashmi tum bhiRDB kar rai ho kya ????

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ????? (Aaarty,Manish,,Anjum,Mona,me n all others reacted instantly)

(Nitin was totally confused….)

(Nitin Obeying the Law of Entropy: In any heated process…Disorder increases)

Mujhe to bhiya laga kit tum bus aise hi practice karwa rahi ho…

Haan haan me to dance hi nai kar rai….
Paglon ki tarah tum logon pe chillati reti hoon naa....
Tum, aarty Manno...bus enjoy karte rete ho...jab dekho hastei rete ho....
Me yahan aaongi chillaoongi….phir chali jaaongi

(Aarty’s Consolation)

Arre nai rasmi…ye asie hi keh diya hoga mazak me…

Nai aarty agar ye mazak kar raha hota to muje koi problem nai tha...

Ye serious tha…isne kis tarah se kaha tumne dekha…..

(Nitin in between)

(Arre …me…..aaare….bahi….baat to sun…..aarty…..)

Rasmi : Aarty tumne bhi nai kaha naa nitin ko kuch…

Arre mai kya kahooongi yaar….Ye log to bus asie ho aate he....pata nai kya karte he aur chale jaate he….us din nitin be mujhe aise hi bola tha….
Everyday we come for practice but…….
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Finally Aarty at the end....

Everybody is shouting…..Everybody is howling…..am not goin to Dance like this….

Aaarty….aaarty….arrre bhai galti ho gyai mujse….Rasmi…aarre yaar….!!!!

Practice of RDB was like chocobaar wid ever1 relishing to d hilt…Aarty’s jokes , laughter , scolds and comments, Nitin’ s interpretation, Manno’s cute steps and Rashmi’s “aaaaaannnn” all added flavour to d much much enthu…then thr was Swatis’ “maine crawl ni ki”, Anjum’s dance wid’out her partner ,Mithun’s uniqe smile when his eyes used to peep between his eyelid n his cheeks providing full support underneath, Poonam’s attire wid loads of bangles n Gaurav’s patent step ( that he wud keep repeating)..All these provided much synergy and always made each moment verr ligh and animated…

Finally when d D’day arrived…Everybody clad in colorful flowery attire was just smiling…Some of were practicing the MIME for the first time…n d ladies were busy wid their never ending makeup…(am still confused…were the make ups looking rlly good :P)…The time slot between the dances were rlly little n all of us had to run hunting n claiming for our costumes at the last moment…Aarty denied for the MIME entry as the item girl just b’4 it had to go onstage…then there was fight for one ladies purse just 1 min b’4 the show which they denied to give ( aakhir aisa kya rehta hai usme ???)…n then…

The final moment had arrived…Everybody held their breath for a moment…mercury rising on the floor, decibles freaking high…all the audience screaming…(some of our frens were silent :P)…lights blinking at us... n the stage turf loaded wid all the girl’s invocation wid ek Omkaar…Satna…kartpoorakh….

n then…

Tingadiding…tingading ding…….
Tingadiding…tingading ding…….

Nitin enters the stage alone….

Every1 in utter confusion….

Arre isi line pe entry karni thi kya…( all the guys looking at each other’s confused face)

all the girls immediately came down from their spiritual Omkaar… Satna n started moving……

I felt the push from behind n made an entery n then all the guys were on stage 2 beats b’4 the actual entry time……

Some of us repeated the same step twice….Chaderkauli was totally lost n confused n just looked others….

n finally the song was over n everybody just rocked the stage n made RDB hit the whole ambience wid lotsa applause n humour…Everybody just embraced each other congratulating….i was searching someone for a nice hug…chhhh…again in vain….
finally I had to satisfy myself again wid Nitin n Manno…But one question still remain unanswered…

How could Nitin forget the entry step???



The Team:

Rashmi --Gaurav
Aarty –Manish
Poonam—Nitin
Anjum—ChnaderKauli
Mona—Mithun
Swati--Kim

Those Momet Haunts ...

Those lovely moments, those full moon nights,
When it rained that drenched our feelings…
When you were so close and held me tight,
Those moments haunt !!!

Amidst the solitude, you shone so bright,
Defying the moon in the full moon night…
Your wet hair that trifled water on your neck,
I kissed those, wiped it as the clouds wept…
Those wet memories haunt !!!

Your words were the rhythm divine,
That I hummed but you were unkind...
You left me alone and merged into the cloud,
I yowled I cried I summoned but in vain…

Now at every full moon nights,
I sit oblivious…
longing for the rain to fall,
to scout your angelic face,
I would gather them all…
Until I taste the same water drop,
As the ones that caressed your neck…

Because those times were so Special !!!

H-13 Blues (Points to remember)

Kunal Balajee’s blushing mouth opening expression on Valedictory day…

Ok naaa…. Have some patience naa…

Darf ich herein Kommen…

Shokti calling, "aaaiii Jaaaaoy" ( for callin Joy)

Take this with a pinch of salt…

Subbu’s "U shud know the line of Obscenity "

We are all FECILITATORS not instructors…

Behave like professionals…

Darf ich Wasser triken…

VD repeatedly saying “All Hetch 13 batch people, please raise up ur hands”…

Pull up ur socks…

Gajjar’s constantly saying “ OK OK look “…

Chandresh’s “Lucky Ali Song”…

Premaa Premaa…(Kiran Kumar’s senti song)…

Bitte Sagan Sie …

Subharti paul’s cliché “No..no, the thing is….Actually u see…”

DBMS facilitator’s “What yaar” …

Ich bin engineurin…

Barman’s “Jise garmi lag raha hai , wo aage jaake baithe”…

Ambesh’s carefree sleep wid the newpaper covering his face…

Chandresh nodding his head in Madhav’s class…

Subbus’s ringtone “Who let the Dogs out" ...

Malar’s cute B’day song…

Shakti pada’s Bengali poetry…

Let’s not make our PVA n LVA score lower…

-14.32 ...

Barman caught thrice while playing Computer games by Arjun...

Pesarattu n Bisbella bath in breakfast…

Bongs struggling to pronounce “Ich” …

Chuus…

A cut mark on Shraddha’s Hand n Rumour abt her suicidal attempt ...

Love Bite on S’s neck…

Harsh's complaints starting with "With no offence to the felicitator" …

Manasi ist immmmmer sclafrig…

Move out of your comfort zone…

Su-do-ku solving during the lectures…

Harsh n Shivani’s "aati kya khandala"…

Tattoo on Shraddha's back...

Ich habe bank account,auto,vier geld...Wie hast du??? ....................
Ich habe mutter…

H-13 winning only the VolleyBall game…

Project Viva…

Balajee’s sleeping photo session…

Anshuman’s "Ok m’am 2 Questions"...

Blind & Number Game in Indu's class…

Nurturing parent and Natural child…

Just 'Pin...

Mass Allocation to Chennai…'n

My Apple Ipod…



Dutched by:

Ankita
Sanju
Kim

Staying Alive...

Chandu, “Can you tell me what does Polymorphism means?”

Chandu???

Chanduuu???? (Not knowing that Chandu almost slept off)

Chandu, “Can u tell me what was I teaching now?”

“No, Sir I was just feeling lil’ sleepy”



Well this would be the normal story in any class especially when the students (Employees in our case) had to defy his golden sleep early in the dawn at 0600 hrs for the lecture…But here was something different…Well This one is dedicated to one of my favorite “Facilitator" @ ILP...Make a guess who He is....Its neither Shradha nor the Deutsch frau Shivani...Its our own Mr. Kiran Kumar… “The KK”...His teaching traits had often spread the laughing n Sleeping aura in the CMC classroom…that made his class a rest session for most of us…

Everyone of was were very happy and often blew our trumpet about our J2EE technology that we were supposed to learn in our ILP…Felt like a some kinda’ geek is awaiting inside us…Well our rendezvous rite from the class was interesting…

FIRST CLASS

Java is an Object oriented language... n it has various features like Encapsulation, Inheritance and so on...
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And he genuinely put lot of Endeavour for executing a simple java code…n he sniffed the breath of achievement when the screen successfully flashed “HELLO WORLD”

aahhhh...Finally...the first java code was executed by the end of first session...

By this time almost ever one had shed the enthusiasm to b’cum James Gosling (The father of Java)

SECOND CLASS

Most of the guys were having a tough time to stay alive in the class… n many (without any exception) at one time or the other would be seen making different eyebrow shapes trying to cover up their eyes n making their necks straight to avoid dozing off in the class…”lekin kya kare... kambakth neend bahut aati he :P” inspite of so much hard work to stay awake most of us would either sleep oblivious of Mr. KK right in front of us with the heads on the desk or neck on someone else shoulder... and some of the other smart fellows played word games or Sudoku…n believe it or not this person was really a rare kind of Oyster who would never mind ppl dozing off his class (Kaas College me saare Instructor aise ho hote) Hats off to some of the special creature who always used to sit on the front bench n oscillate their necks in his lectures…

N Mr. KK would as usual go in the class...

(In the beginning)

So, You have total of 9 classes dedicated to J2EE in which 5 classes are for CORE JAVA (with his fingures counting)...

n remaining for J2EE

so u have...

Servlets...

On TomKaat ...(Cat pronounced as Kaat)

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Suddenly one of inquisitive member (Sir, which book to refer for J2EE)


Ooo Yaa Yaa

(Actuuuallly) U can refer BIack Book, Complete refrence @#@# $@#$@

(Actuuuallly) u seeu can go this “$%#$%” shop where u can get high discount...

n (Actuuuallly)I will give u the CD’s also… Who is the CR ??? Yes Harsh... u can collect

2 CD’s from me tommorow...
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I don’t know.. (Actuuuallly) u see I have only 5 sessions I don’t know How can someone teach the whole J2EE in just 5 sessions...
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now coding the first ever program in JAVA "Hellow World"
(trying hard to set the ClassPath)
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Now trying to fix loads of Complie time errors...
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Suddenly again a frustrated fellow from of the class

Sir, time over !!! :P))))

Ok..u can go for Coffee break

So How was the class ???

With all the voices together

Sir, Very Nice Sir ..It was Very Nice...


THIRD CLASS
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FOURTH CLASS
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In the meantime there were lots of gossips and grapevine (in other batches too) about our much interesting Java classes... and I got an opportunity to interact with Sanchari (one of our batch mate)…

(Sanchari Subharti n Me in one of the Coffee Break)


Subharti : Salla kahan fasa diya hai Java me…kuch smajh me nai aa raha he.


Sanchari (In her natural Bengali Accent):

U know HHH Heee Wwears a Very tiiiiiight Pant... (With a grit n laughter in her face)

LOL
LOL

n he daaaesnot Waaaaaashes aalso...

LOL

LOL
LOL

FIFTH CLASS
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SIXTH CLASS
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LAST CLASS

All of us being senti and coming to know that Mr. KK sings well n in fact he commited in the penultimate class that he has learned Carnatic music n that he gonna sing in the last class…

Sir Please Sir one Song...

Plz Sir...

Sir...

Ok, first U should sing one song...

N finally our Own Chandu Clad in Lucky Ali Voice (Hmmmm….Hmmmmm…Hmmmm)


Ok Sir, Now its Your turn...

Ok Ok I will (Actuuuallly) sing... (Actuuuallly) I will sing a telugu song which I made when I was in my college...

(With his both eyes closed in deep contemplation n hands forward like “Kr Sanu”)

Hmmm... Hmmm…

Premaaa….. Premaaa…
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Prema Nuvu……..
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...Premaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……

Dayz @ ILP

Sometimes life isn’t moves as the way we like…and sometimes the words just spurts of the mouth even though one don’t like to speak…and few times the pen just dances defying our own emotions…
Yes, the Life here at ILP (Tcs training) is extremely torturous and boring…Right from waking up in the dawn at 6 to crashing off at night at 10 the heart n mind just crave to get freed from this prison…Each n every day starts reckoning on the number of days remaining for the completion of ILP…
But then my mind summons my instinct…the spiritual lessons that I ones learned…my heart and minds redirects me to the Omen… The omen of joy… The omen of living the life… The omen that the bad time awaits a Bliss…
In the hanker of the same omen I am still the same…I have jotted down this very poem or SO CALLED POEM coz its against my actual sentiments…but again this is the mind which sometimes acts against ones desire…This poem is just meant to make its presence in a competition at ILP…


A tiny minuscule seed
that was ones supple and fragile,
has now emerged to a huge tree.
That grows season by season.
TCS is that very tree and
ILP is its root of strong foundation.

As the seed ones fragile, so is our mind.
Instilled with theories galore,
needs a t ouch of professional kind.
In the garden of learning at ILP,
the instructor plants the seed
Of patience Of technology and Lifeskills.
By and by the seeds fructify and makes lucrative deals.

Situated afar from hustle and bustle
in a canopy of absolute tranquility.
Where the peacocks haunt and makes
the environs drenched in serenity.
Here at this beautiful place.
rookies hailing from different cultures unite,
shed their college traits and clad in
professional suites shines bright.

In ILP learning is not toil,
but an act of enjoyable discussions,
unlike the college days of experimentation and observations.
A tryst with the new friends, place and people,
it camoflouage the past and unleash a promising future...

But one day,
ILP will call it a day !!!
And emanate a nostalgic aroma
that will confront
to cherish these beautiful bygone day…

Those Bygone Dayz...

Those Bygone days I Cherish I love

Of the unpunctual morning and cornflakes.
When we would crave
for poha and fried chappities in morning break.

Of Manish, MD, Baphna and Kanad,
When would fasten the musical nuances
Into the pearl of harmonious ballad.

Those Bygone days I Cherish I love

Of the ecstatic Sunday cricket matches.
When the yawning faces would outburst into
Laughing running and diving catches.

Of the weekend late night movie masti.
When we cheered, roared and whistled,
While watching Fanna and Rand De Basanti.

Those Bygone days I Cherish I love

Of the candlelight, Old songs and wine.
When we would hmm and go carol,
Oblivious of destiny and time.

Of chatting hooting and floating in musical lagoon.
When we would sip the tea,
On serene Sunday afternoon.

How swiftly the seasons out,
That leaves a trail that lingers on and on.
Of fun Of frolic Of halcyon days,
That makes me love and cherish those Bygone days.

Hankering for love !!!

Whenever I think of you,
You smile at me and I at you…
When you blush as your tiny hair cover your cheeks,
I envision the twinkling moon stealing a look from mist…
Every word you speak jingles the strings of my heart,
That creates a rhythm for my day to start…

You are the choicest creation of gracious GOD,
And every night I sleep to catch a glimpse of yours…
I wish one day I will be your sweetheart,
And exchange our Sweet Nothings heart to heart….
Oblivious in your eyes I would come as close,
As the waves and the sea and the fragrance of rose…
I would reckon and breathe every breath of yours
And would caress you as the Sea and the Shores…

But I couldn’t decipher the enigma…
Why but God makes One love Other,
And the Other yet Another...
But if you tell me ones,
That you have the same feeling as I do...
For I would make,
The Wind Cease,
The Earth thrill
And the Sky bow down
Just to say “I love you” :-) :-)

Gr(oo)avy Reunion...

Loads of mails…..Wonder la, Lunch, Daal Bhaati , Daal Poori…soooo much Brain storming n all finally it all culminated to Sahi Dawat @ Flat no. C1, Swarna Resideny at out “Beautiful Cottage”…Here Anjali n Manish definitely deserve a mention for sharing their groovy ideas…This was definitely a sweet reunion after the sexy Kodiaknal trip…

April 23rd Moring 7 O clock…
Manish : (virtually playing guitar) “Kim ootth yaar….ghar sajana hai…yaar wo log aa jayenge 10:30 tak…”
Me: “Haan Bhiya…bas…5 min aur….”
Me: “array “Wo” aa rahi hai kya ???”
Manish: “Arre shit yaar wo sayad nai aa rahi hai @#$@#”
Hmmmm……

Blah. Blah Blah…….

For the first time in my stay with Manish I came to know that his room can look so well after a v v lil’ endeavor. All u had to just keep ur books in the shelf…put a nice table cloth…align the cassettes…fancy the wardrobe…broom the room…mop the floor...put the stinking under*** for wash….n most imp Pile on Guitars at the Best place….Hmmm….thts what I could remember in a vague sleep….
The Drawing room was also made elegant n Yeeaahhh. the umpteen no. of Shoes n Sleepers were put in array… (Am still confused n So are the others…4 Ppl n 14 pairs of Shoes !!!)
It was finally 10: 30 n there was and Manish, Manoj n me immediately started competing for the BOGS…At last ever1 was ready n eagerly awaiting the so called Voracious Guests…

Well our folks finally arrived with loads of ingredients like Papad, fruits , Flour n array of edible items….Ever1 was enthused n happy…Couple of ladies I guess it was Shilpi n Anshuli had an inspection of our v v well organized kitchen…n inspite of our pursuit to keep the kitchen hygienic n clean( away form cockroaches ) they still doubted n said…”Itna Ganda Kitchen” (Ladies generally have the problem of doubting things…) But finally their hungry stomach couldn’t keep them showing their artistic way of cutting fruits…Anjali bechari ki to aankhe bhar aayi thi Pyaj cut karte karte….she really deserves a mention for her dare…n then cute Anshul ne Aaam ko bade pyar se kata…Bhindi bhi kisi ne kata tha but sayad I ws not in the kitchen to observe this act…I guess it was Shilpi or Anshuli…But ever1 had the ghareloo traits in their fingers…Chalo aage bahut kaam aayenge…...
N again here my Cam was busy blinking at the girls...Nazo must be having loads n loads of snaps for her Orkut profile n with different postures…One with the Guitar, Other with the drums n yet another with the bands which included Rahul Bansal tooo (!!!!) n off course the most special with her Sweetheart……

And then our hungry Manoj couldn’t resist himself as his demanding body wanted some support but he kindly bought some snacks, chips, pastries for all of us…Every1 piled on n managed to give a lil food to the hungry mice in their stomach…though I did not had much as I was as usual busy in observing those memories in my much special Cam…

In the mean time ever1 congregated in the Drawing room n there were some kinda Fuasar Fusar goin on….i cudnt make out as I was in the kitchen watching Daal being cooked. This was my maiden exp of observing the culinary skills behind “Daal ka Tadka”…Now was the time for Chappati ko Belna n use Roast karma n most imp usme sahi matra me ghee lagana….Anshul really need a round of applause for showing her motherly way of moulding chappati in a rhombus n rectangular -> Ciruclar shape….But one things really needs to be elicited out that Saari Chapatti bilkul acche se Phooli thi…n use karne me kisi ke haath bhi jale the….yaar mereko to Hameed ka Chimta yaa aagaya…….wasie Anjali was the one who roasted the chapatti n then I wud not like to take the credit but Chapptti-> Ghee->Optimimun… blah blah…..
Chapptti session ke baad I got taste Abhishek’s Spicy Masala Papad….Lagta hai bahut papad bele hai tumne…..Nazo has a reason to smile J….Hey how can I forget how Manish @ this time had put somuch stress in his Ghutna trying to find some room in the kitchen for his Khyali Pulao…i can alro recollect ppl whispering “Yaar Mansih ye Pulao aaj bangege ki nai”…n Mansih again n again used to defend with a very cute grit….Thereafter awaiting 3 wistles the Chef came out holding Cooker emanating an inviting aroma that no one could resist it…and incredibly every1 went for the 2nd n then the third round …really that Pulao must have been cookd in Loving khayal of someone…the Raita also made by Anshuli, Shilpi n others also added flavors to the much awaited Pulao...n yeah one more thing…The Gravy Aloo ki sabji by Shilpi was also very Yummy…Infact one of my favo items made yesterday…

Then there major jamming Session for for washing the katoris inorder to gulp the Custard…I remember pulling leg of Rahul n Amit bhiya this time….But at the end it was Apna Haath Jgaanath…n every1 washed their own…I had to wash two…some swindler intelligently stole mine….Hmmm…any way….the Custard was also Grrr888….

Then it was time now to take rest… n then some Mafia got this idea of killing everybody….n then started our favo Frolic session “MAFIA” …
n then started :” Kisi ka Gussa, kisi ka Accusion , kisi kaa Defence….” n their were conspiracy to kill the innocent…v v bad Gopi, Abhishek n Anshul ( Wierdoes) …Anshuli was again saved every time with her cute n smile….
Neha, Amit MD n Rahul really enjoyed I guess thought It was their debut….Rahul was even impressed by the “LOGIC !!!” of the game…

Then there were quite a few romantic snap session with Amit-Neha ka ek doosre ko pyar se khilana n Govind-Anshul exchanging their SweetNothings…..n yet again Manish ko “Balii ka Bakra” banaya gaya…..thats why I say “Boys shud never show their girly girly attitude….” Somehow he was demanded for his Chai…..n again Manish with his sweet smile happily agreed for the Chai….I then went for hapless drive…but somehow everything happens for Good….


This is how we enjoyed the v v special Lunch hosted by Manish…..

N this is the update from the Reuter today!!!

A Ramble to Kodiaknal...

I had been pestering Manish (My loving brother n my roommate) for some trip as the long long stay in Bangalore was itching me soo much…..I never knew that finally that thru one of his favo Ju Shilipi we wud cruise to all the way to Kodiaknal in Tamil Nadu…. Well there were lots of ideas wobbling around but at the end it was finally 13th of April…n we all boarded a Tempo Traveler n cantered for the lovely place…KODAIKNAL!!!

Well we finally boarded our Tempo…in the beginning all the faces seemed some Bunty , Santi or Babli since I was not acquainted with most of the chaps…. I was really oblivious that very good moments are awaiting us just few hrs from now...

Any way enough of crap now..…..I would not jot down more as Govind, with his sharp memories had this magnum opus called Epilogue…. So here starts the “Epilogue of Our Trip.”


Our fabulous trip cantered with a round of Intro in the cab! I wonder how many times Manish had to repeat his formal BITS, Pilani intro! And the rest of us came up with just name. I guess that’s the price you pay for being the senior most and to be the first to introduce yourself!! Ritesh I doono but why was irked of squandering 90 bucks to come all the way were we congregated though our Royal tempo passed just his home….haa haa….n our own Manju I mean Manjunath the driver of our royal car endeavored to eclipse the Bitssian brain by charging 900 bucks though the total tariff was just 400/- Govind and Mansih deserve a big round of Bumps for this dexterous effort….Our enthu triggered when we first halted @ Reliance Petrol Pump…were we all prepared for our Shanka to get flushed next day early morning…the food was incredibly delicious though it was the taste of Tamil Nadu…the Chai was also very lovely n some of us even went for the second round of the tea….here I came to know that Chutki ( she prefers to be called Chutki) Anjali is so fond of Hajmola…

The royal Tempo escalated again n we halted at intervals for laghu Shanka ( the dirgh shanka still awaited us after the heavy nite meal) and chai….i doono why but the Chai in South India are really worth n satisfying…any way…..on the way we also climbed on the terrace of bus and clicked few snaps……Manju was busy driving and his adroit driving was very instrumental in keeping us alive….He took many sharp turns and sometimes he would swerve to the left and the truck would miss us by a cat’s whiskers!And then there was Ritesh’s harrowing experience of the uphill climb. Anshuli and Anjali were also up and were under the impression that the road was a one way, for quite sometime. But again, M knew!

Then we were there and the hunt for the Hotel began. It was cold and was really nostalgic for me at least. The smell of the pines, the cool breeze, the zig-zag roads and houses built on valleys. The initial impression was really good. I wonder why Sai Baba had to be there at the same time as us. There was this five seater room with dirty BOGS. Thank God we did not take it. Finally we could get a place to stay only when Ritesh did not come along. And then when he did, that too was cancelled.

Then there was the not so great “Cottage” but in the end it turned out to be just fine. Nazneen’s and Anshul’s cribbing for the bath and the guys all clear session definitely deserve a mention. 12 log Aur Sirf Ek Bathroom. Bahut na Insaafi thi! Here it was again proven that why Guys are always united n that is how all of the Guys beated the poor ladies for one single BOGS.

Finally everyone staggered out and made a move for the city. M was still in sleep but managed to get us there in one piece. The breakfast at Hill Top was enlightening. Eight people managed in 225 but four needed 177. Aji pet hai ya kooan! And I came across the first Chom who really liked Pongal. I still hold you in awe for that Kim. Sometime here the first bump session of the trip happened.

Breakfast done, we went on to “The Lake” which we latter discovered was the Kodai Lake. The boat ride was good except for the fact that Anshuli and Nazo can do with a little weight reduction exercise. Abhishek aur main kich kich ke mare jaa rahe the. Shilpi aur Anshul ki watt lag hui thi….but they deserve one round of applause for they too made their legs riding the boat for sometime….Atleat shilpi ko to bahut fayda hua hoga….doono of Ahsul’s. The people who really enjoyed were the Anjali-Ritesh and the Shivani-Sonam. Jokes apart, I guess it was great and we should have gone for another session.

Then there was Bryant’s park. Not much happened there or maybe I was not there because I had an urgent call ( I guess is was again the Shanka ) to attend to. There were chocolates for everybody and then we went for Coaker’s walk. Unarguably the best sight on the whole trip and combined with the Dumb C’s with the reverse walk, could compete for the best piece award of the whole trip….The next thing was the market I guess. The only thing I remember people buying was home made chocolates. Then Manish and Kim went on a futile mission for finding a CD! It started raining and we went back to the cab to give M a taste of what we BITSians can do when we gather together. IHIM was great and I remember quite a few futile attempts of trying to act like a dumb terminal.

Dinner was fun, with me and Anshuli regretting our sitting positions and Anjali attempting to help us out of it only to be put back by Anshuli’s formal and naïve behavior. Food was decent but for those hungry eyes gobbling away our food faster then we could ever manage. Here was the first time where Manish and NagP got a tinge of Columbus traits. They Discovered a theme based Antkashri n later on Anjali, Shilipi n Kim joined them n kept the siprit alive.

Then we were back at home to be greeted by pitch darkness. I really liked the idea of having to sleep there and have something like “Darna mana hai” happen to us. We managed to change out of our wet clothes and stagger to the beds on the floors. And then the fun began.

I still thank my stars for getting out of that bumps situation that I got into after my “horror story”. Anjali nearly anaged to put some logic in it only to be mocked at latter. Aur phir meri Atalji jaisa bolne ka tareeka was lot more frustating than the story itself, I guess. Aur phir thoda ujala hua and we started with the games. Mafia was an enthu session with lots of gande funds and logic. I do remember Abhishek’s “motherly figure” and motion detector funds. And then there were Chinese whispers aur Anshul ki chummi waali smile. I could almost feel Nazo’s jalte hue dil ki gandh. We also played thought process and went through some interesting punishments. Anjali, Anshul and Nazo put up a brilliant “mar dala” waala mujra followed my Ritesh’s “tumhari adao pe main vari vari”. Then I was dragged into performimg Kajraare unfairly without any fault of mine. And also, there were those arguments of Anjali’s and Anshul’s over the baby that Ritesh was bearing for one of them.

And then we all slept only to be wake up in the morning. Aur phir shuru hui who 12 log aur ek toilet ki jung. Most of us did manage to get ourselves cleaned up and ready for the day. Some were to wait in anticipation of a waterfall bath that was never happened. Manish ne to shorts bhi liye the! Poor Manish…but he was looking Kooool….with his Goan Hat..

Then we went for breakfast and Anjali had to face my wrath for tricking me in the bathing queue. The second Bumps session happened. At breakfast, again it was Anjali who stole the show with “haath gande ho jayenge, khila do na”. I was asked to do the same. God only knows, this was another instance of a motherly figure or something else.

And then we went for the tour around Kodai with our American guide. I don’t know why I took an instant dislike for him. If I recall correctly, the order was top lake view, sucide point, pillar rocks, fairy falls, the tree waala spot and silent valley. We played the tree waala game at the tree waala spot and as most of you have already stated, this was also one of the best times we had on the trip. Liril ki ad to hum nahin kar pai, but I guess some people did manage to increase their heights for a snap by standing on their toes.

Then there was lunch at Suvai. Good one and the gulab jamuns were awesome, except for the fact that they cost 18 rupees apiece. Cannot recall anything else interesting here. Then we went for cycling and it was really good. The masale waali chai was great with main, who aur HADS and so was the lake. Sivani n Sonam were together again..


Then we started on our journey to Palani and had our first sight of the train but before we could decide, M took us to the ropeways. Thank God our good senses prevailed and we walked back to the train. The train trip was awesome. But even more so was the wait in the queue with the gaajara and jail photos. Then the worry of our footwear consumed us but could not dampen our spirits for long. We did manageto get up to the temple and have our well-deserved dharsans.

The walk back was good with the great view of the city. The temple also inspired some people to think and discuss about life and its futilities. Then we got down and everybody was visibly thankful for his or her footwear. Then began the hurried walk back to the cab and the dinner at the idli dosa joint. Even that food tasted great. And I really liked their idea of us throwing out our own garbage. Sivani stole the whole show buy grabbing 6 cups of hot tea in a go accompanied by few buns n a morsel of Idaly...Next day uski haalat kya hui hogi !!!!!

And then began the back home journey. I do not remember much because I fell asleep early. I do remember us stopping for fuel.When I woke up, we were just a 100 Kms from Bangalore and Manish was trying to stay awake in the front seat. M had driven really fast through the night. There was also the sulabh Sauchalay aka Astoria hotel. I wonder what they would do if they get to know of it. Through out the drives, there were Rang de Basanti and Kaylyug songs. I also remember some romantic songs being played.I guess guys who stayed up at night to give M company deserve simple thanks from the ladies at least, if nothing else. Even better, they can take us out on a treat. Then there was also the sleep in the laps of you know who. On a whole the whole drive back to Bang by M n Manish choice of the songs were very nursing…..



Finally the things we missed include a bath in the waterfall, a campfire and a trek may be in some other trip we will do all the things we missed……

So this is how we Called it a day for the Stupendous trip to Kodiaknal……hey Viola !!! lemme just mention the guys who were back to Bangalore Live ( Zinda ) !!!!


GoPi , Anshul
Nazo, Abhishek
Manish ( Our gr8 granPop), Shivani
Nagp n Shilpi
Anshul Anjali Sonam n
Me…(Kim) n Manju….(our Driver )



Author: Govind Pandey
Filler : Kim Kam

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A BEAUTIFUL DREAM...

On a fresh chilling Monday Morning
I was walking along the subway and
Saw this beautiful girl with a beautiful smile.
My eyes relished the nectar as she blushed
And mesmerized me with her seducing style.
My shivering steps heaved to her to enquire the time,
She smiled again and said “Its quarter past nine…”

As I came closer and even closer…
I felt her aroma emanating.
Her reddish lips, dimples on her face and beautiful body
Were all stimulating.
I pondered and introspected,
Was it Love at first sight???
Or yet another Beautiful Dream?

My musings suddenly broke
As she held my hand and spoke,
“I am an angel and your Sweetheart
But the savage death has segregated us apart.”
I looked again at her angelic face,
Locked our hands and spoke with grace.
“Darling I love you, and you are mine,
See, our love has beaten the test of time”.
I sealed hear a loving kiss
And she to me, with enchanting bliss.

All of a sudden I awoke as the clock struck nine…
It was Monday morning but the girl was only a dream
And never mine.

Nostalgia

As I gaze out of the running meadow,
Sitting on train peeping out of window.
I remember and fall into the oblivion of nostalgia,
The life at BITS was frolicking and fantasia.

Those memorable days make me cry,
Freaking out at C’not, Anc, Shivganga and sky.
How lively the life was at BITS,
Now those days have become history that I miss.

Now each and every face seems to be my friend,
Each and every moment spent there touch my heart.
O ye time just pause and revert back,
For I wanna dance and sing the songs of past.

The songs, niteouts, movies and friends,
Oasis, Apojee, Interface and Bosm,
Tests, labs, Comprees, assignments.
Makes my heart goes hmmmm..hmmm.hmm.....

pals, dances and the luscious fried maggi ,
Samchat, mirchis and those salad days,
Chimpu, Pappu and their hot and cold coffee,
Have all become a blissful memory.

Scribbling while sitting back in the insti,
Watching beauties while studying in the reflee.
Or putting laccha while ghotting in the cutie,
Are the reasons I always toiled for D in compree

Singing, dancing n writing Orkut Scraps,
Gossiping, humming or sacking out at SAC,
Eating, sleeping and putting lachha,
Were the pastimes in BITS ,O my dear maccha !!

I wish I had wings and spurs to fly,
I would vanish high to Pilani sky.
Where the rain pours to make the peacock chrip
In the wonderful place called BITS.