An evening in Chawri Bazar

It was yet another evening with everything usual about it. The only thing bugging my mind was my bank account's poverty-stricken and recession affected condition which has been actually deteriorating day by day (thanks to my shopping fiascos). Making few, quick bucks was on the top of mind, so that is when I thought of collecting my old, torn, worn, neglected engineering books and sell them off in chawri bazar. After much hard work and weight lifting (an average engineering book weighs around 1 kg), I headed off to chawri bazar and what a journey it was!!
It was a smooth and merry ride till came the narrow by lanes of my destination. The place was over flowing with rickshaws, bicycles, scooters, redis, cows, buffaloes and cars (and that too not with nanos..but full blown sedans and SUVs). The sight of meagre 8 feet road accommodating every possible medium of transport was actually appalling. And if this wasn't enough the road even had temporary and shift-according-to-convenience road divider of redis. Why the hell on this earth (chawri bazar in this case) did the planners (if they ever existed) put everything at one place. Name what you want and I bet nothing can beat Chawri bazar. Have a marriage..get the cards printed, doing engineering..what better place to buy books at reasonable price, need to fix up your car..get tools, steel rods..blah blah, your taste buds in dire need of finger licking food..dont even think twice before heading here..you can get chats, fast food joints, kachoris at every second shop. Visit the place at around Id, never before would you have tasted better mutton. If India is a land of diversity then Chawri Bazar for sure is the land of shopping diversity. The place looks like a big open mall where you can find everything you need or desire. And this being the primary reason for the place being overtly congested. The smoke of vehicles got me close to my first major asthmatic attack. Even the two layers of thick hanker chiefs couldn't help my cause. Twice my slipper came off and fell on the road while I was on my scooter and all thanks to the over congestion, it was as hard to find as it is to find your kumbh ke mele mein bichada hua bhai/behen. If that wasn't enough to test my nerves, then came the final nail in the coffin when my jeans was ruthlessly torn apart by some 3 feet long iron rods which were being carried by a 1.5 feet wide rickshaw. I know torn jeans are ‘in’ but this wasn't exactly the way I wanted them. Moving over the pot holes and getting a jerk at an average of 2/sec, I finally reached my destination and made a handsome money of Rs.500 (during a financial crunch, even this much looks fab). Grabbing the money and books I finally and quickly turned to make an exit. I wasn't expecting the return journey to be any smooth. To my amazement (bewildered by the initial route, I took a new one this time even though a major risk it was), it was the other way around. It was not exactly bad as I had thought, until I reached a lane with three cows standing across the street, not even leaving an iota of space to go through. As my luck would have it, I had to go back by the route I came from, which was buzzing even more. Afraid of loosing my hard earned money in the mad rush, I safely put it in inner shirt's pocket.
While on my way to home, I came across a billboard saying 'hum badlenge to badlegi delhi'. I wonder how far this is true. All right, agreed that we make the place we live in but while we are doing our bit towards the society (I never throw waste on the roads, never spit, take care of street dogs, plant trees, avoid vehicle whenever possible), aint it government's responsibility to at least have a look at this situation, to restore the old charm of Chawri Bazar, to make it look like what it used to be..of beautiful tombs, darwaze, mosques. This metro clearly aint helping the cause.
The 2 hour journey which was supposed to be of 1 hour finally ended but not before making me feel nauseating, thinking and short of fresh breath. But then, I took out my Rs.500 note, felt its warmth, and basked in the glory of earning my hard earned money!!!

just one job

Maruti, Infosys, Kukuku or is it Kukoku..err..I guess its kukuko. Well, who cares..people just want a job. The above mentioned names are companies which have visited my college for the placements thus far. Boy!!..people are actually getting despos..for a job, I mean to say(except for some carefree creatures like P.J).
Anyways..I was wondering and pondering over the reasons, as to why we need a job. Listing down some(refraining from the usual stuff):

1. No clue about the future. With a job in hand, you would at least have one. So what, if it is bleak!!
2. Enough of college life. Its time to get pro. So what, if being a pro would make you a self centered, inhuman and a shrewd person.
3. Enough of living on parents salary. So what, if your parents are super rich who can feed you throughout your life.
4. Move away from parents, friends, yourself. So what, if the last time you went away from home for a week..you broke down the very next day.
5. Want a change. So what, if the very same change is going to bug you down after just few months.
6. Want to be with new set of people. So what, if those very new faces would be first one to back stab you at you every step.

Well I any day and any time would fall in to the first category..going the way the flow of the river is taking me to. Making least bit of any effort, what-so-ever to change its direction..
Which category do you fall into? or did I miss out on your kind.
Suggestions are more than invited.. =)

P.S. People seeking a job presently, take this bit of free advice..stay away from this post ;).

beginning of an end or an end to a beginning?

Why we are sceptical and uncertain towards any change that crops up in our life? Wouldn't it be too boring if everything was repetitive and monotonous; meeting the same set of faces daily, going to the same place to study/work, having the same plain yellow dal for dinner. Well, don't know about others, but for me a change after every short period of while is a must. But that is a different thing that I am the first one to break down when they actually knock at my door ;).

So, after spending 4 long years (19% of my life; please do not take me as a nerd..was just emphasizing the time I had depleted) doing B.Tech, I am desperately looking forward to welcome a change. One main reason being that I do not see myself evolving further (so that means that the role of college life is over..saturated..exhausted, it made me what I am today). Further avenues untouched, unexplored, unimagined await me, bait me. This by no mean means, that I wouldn't miss my college. It was full of fun, bonding, bunking, photo shoots, pleads for phokat ki attendance, movies, momos, cuppas, photostats, arguments, clashes, bitching( girls and bitching go hand in hand. 60 girls, 120 hands..now imagine the level and amount of bitching). Though I wish it was co-ed (neighbouring college crowd made the situation even worse =P).

It took me a good amount of time to come to the terms of the change when the school life ended, hope things do not repeat themselves this time. Hope I don't get lost when it actually ends, and go into seclusion.

4 amazing years they were after all =).

when you love someone...

"I loved you. It was not a weight you must carry around. I loved you. It was not a box that holds you in. I loved you. It was not a standard you have to bear. I loved you. It was not a sacrifice I make. I loved you. It was not a pedestal you are frozen upon. I loved you. It was not an expectation of perfection. I loved you. It was not my life's whole purpose (or your's). I loved you. It was not to make you change. I loved you. It was not even to make you love me. I just loved you & will always do that as it is just the most purest n sacred form of relationship for me that is beyond evryone's sagacity & even yours.

But see the irony you made it a crime for me for which I have been forced to repent time n again but i guess now I am tired of repenting & suffering, so I am just simply giving it up...:)"

This bit of piece has been penned down by my friend P.J (has become an amazing one of late). And the occasion was, her boy friend ditching her. Arnt guys sick and tired of doing that over and over again, of committing then backing out?

"She wants to believe his every word, his assurance that he would never leave her, he would be her strength in intricate times ..she hesitates, for the fear that all these words might not be true. But she loves that person, and she is bound to trust him. And when her belief gets stronger, he aint there =) ..long gone.."

Well thought of adding this, coz just felt like..or rather could relate to it..identify with it =) =)

marching ahead :)

I'm happy..
I feel like flying high..
there is not even a remorse of sigh..
shoved aside your deep carved memories,
that were plaguing the soul of mine..
resting peacefully in a graveyard they now lie

spring

gone are the days when we had nothing to talk
gone are the days when we were shadows apart
gone are the days when silence wasn't peace
here we are turning to a new leaf

Crib till it rips you apart!!

I'm sad and I'm cribbing for the current state of my life. The other day I was talking to my friend & he was cribbing about what life has given him. Its of the most common notion that we all go through when we are going through a tough phase or should I say cant handle the situation anymore!!Why is it that, when things start falling flat on their face, we start cribbing and dismissing them as the most horrible thing to ever have happened to us?

When the going gets tough most of resort to, the old age formula of cribbing and I'm no different.

Questions of all sort that are responsible for the current state of one's life, start making their presence felt. How-so-ever we might dislike people for cribbing, about their bosses not giving them an off, about how their parents would never understand that they have grown up to be on their own, about how their ex's were unfaithful to them and so-on and so-forth, the fact would remain that we are never content with what our past has given us, how our present is shaping up and what our future will hold (how can we be optimistic and look ahead to a happier life, when our past was a pain in the ass and the present is a pain in..ah whatever).

In spite of being surrounded by people who never fail at an opportunity to get envious of people succeeding at their workplace (mind you, I am not cribbing about people around me), I have always failed to understand that what is it that makes a person so bloody full of hatred for others. High time we get out of the mentality of the 'Grass being greener on the other side'. We all fail in exams, job interviews, meeting expectations, love..whatever..but the true essence of anything that comes after that failure cannot be surpassed had you got that thing in the very first place. And remember that 'It happens to the best of Us'. So what if you were lucky at the second go!!!