A Cup Of Tea...

An old gray cup tarnished and jaded,
with a broken handle and color faded
bruised by fate of time, ‘twas
my paraphernalia since I was nine…
As every dawn broke into my bedroom
Mummy would brew steaming sweet tea
‘n serve me with biscuits and spoon…
I would then peck my golden cup with yawning lips
by ‘n by savoring sip by sip,
relishing the honeyed tea in a china cup alloyed clay
It made me fresh like a morning dew, the entire day…

Today,
far far away in a Coffee day…
Baskin with a regal cup brimming with tea.
I swallow the sip lost in a reverie,
of the morning, tea, spoon and cookie,
Of the cup full of life and my cuppycake MUMMY…

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……

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.

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.