I : The Person

I wish I could :

1. Tell my family how much I love and miss them.
2. Go back to some people upset with me and say sorry.
3. Go back to school for one day as a student.
4. Play gully cricket again.
5. Get into one of the IITs, the only thing I have not achieved after working for it.

I know I will :

1. Gift Ma a new SUV and drive her around in Jim Corbett National Park.
2. Plan a meeting of all my college friends the next time I get back to India.
3. Not search for lady love in my life, it just comes to you.
4. Try and leave my job sometime in life and get into social service or teaching.
5. Remain an emotional fool who will give preference to relationships rather than opportunistic dealings.

I can :

1. Strike an emotional cord with most of the people I meet.
2. Write poems occasionaly and whistle as means of flushing my feelings.
3. Change for good somethings in life; if I want to.
4. Dream beyond till where my vision goes.
5. Cook good food.

I can't :

1. Pretend.
2. Not retaliate if I have the opportunity to do so.
3. Dance in rhythm, sing, draw.
4. Code all my life.
5. Be far from India.

I sometimes :

1. Drink too much.
2. Am very annoying.
3. Feel low and thats when I mostly write.
4. Act as though today is the last day of life.
5. Think too much about occurances in my life. "Every act you do is because a wish originated in the soul of the Universe, you merely execute it" : The Alchemist.

I recall :

1. Chotu ke samose, holi ki gujiyas, Ram Singh ke gol gappe, my judo classes; my first intensive character training program (Thanks Nagrath Sir).
2. Friends I have not met for years ; Mohit, Himanshu, Nishant.
3. The power cuts in Shahdara, the gully cricket, Shyam Lal College, the barber near Gupta's, I ji, Bittu chacha, Poonam chachi, Tinkal bhaiya, Montu, Sangeeta didi, Goel aunty, the old mochi, Jain sahab, jumping walls to get into Shyam Lal College grounds, hanging from rods to gain height, Pundit uncle for if it was not for him I would not have got what I did in my boards.
4. Nanaji's sentence to Nani when she was really sick,"You cant die now. You have to see Ujjwal's marriage". He expired within days of saying that and Nani has survived two heart attacks, one pace maker surgery and a lot more. Nani, I dont want to marry.
5. Baba's sentence when I met him for the first time in hospital after his triple heart attack, " Ujjwal, how were your exams? Study hard and always be honest in life". Love you Dad.

If not an engineer, I would have been a :

1. Nature Photographer for National Geographic.
2. Philosopher.
3. Lawyer dealing majorly in PILs (public interest litigations) to improve our country/IAS officer/ HC judge to punish the guilty and root out corruption.
4. A small shop owner.
5. High school teacher, that is when you can influence the thought process of the youth of the country.

The Delhi Metro

I dont recall when it was announced that the first leg of the first stretch of the Delhi Metro would start from Shahdara and go uptil Tis Hazari. It was a major achievement for a small place like Shahdara to have the initial Metro glory. I was in Xth standard when major activities started happening just outside Shyam Lal College. The area, which had a couple of petrol pumps, some open fields, illegal furniture shops, overgrown shanties was completely cleared up. I recall my amazement on seeing the area flat as a carpet, and that is when I knew the Metro would be the best thing to happen to Delhi after Sir Edwin Lutyens left it.

My school bus stop was bang opposite where the Welcome station now stands. I took a keen interest in what had changed since the last day, as though my own house was being built. The team of engineers started the work in several segments rather than going in a serial fashion. This parallelism ensured the completion of the task before time.

Jump to December 25, 2002: 0525 hrs :->I got up intime to get onto the first Metro train to leave the Shahdara station at 6am. It was peak winter time and presuming people would be home, I convinced Ma to come along. Baba dropped us to the station, which had a queue of atleast 2000 people at 5:45 in the morning. I overheard a big fat businessman looking person boasting how early they got up to come from Jangpura to Shahdara and board the first train. I was heartbroken. The station which I had seen being built from scratch did not have space to accomodate me. The train ride I dreamt of standing in the cold, waiting for my school bus to arrive, was not to be. I got into one of the huge lines anyways, with Ma besides me.

5:50 am :-> A hassled looking man came to us and in a huff, " Madam, aapko tickets chahiye kya? ( do you want the tickets?) ". Black marketing on the metro and that too on the first day?? I wondered, it happens only in India. I nodded in affirmation. " To phir hamare liye bhi 4 tickets khareed lijiye (then please take some for us)". I was confused. Is the black marketeer expecting me to buy tickets from him or is he wanting some help to get tickets, knowing the fact we dont have them itself in the first place. Before I could ask anything, he continued, gasping for air, " The ladies line is empty !". The rush of adrenaline was beyond me, and I grabbed Ma's hand and almost ran towards the ladies counter. The man tried to keep pace.

5:56 am :-> Ma bought 6 tickets, two for us and 4 for the other person. No monetary change at the counter in the morning. Chuck it. The train leaves at 6 am. Run. I wondered how the many males standing in serpentine queues would manage to board the train in another 4 minutes. Not my concern. RUN!!!!

5:58 am :->As the magnetic gates opened, I saw cameras focussed on us. It was the media, and in large numbers. We were at the platform before 6 am . There were a few people before us on the platform, apparently with ladies. But where is the train? It appearead on the scene at 6:15am. The shining new beauty came whistling down from within the fog to the relief of a hysterical crowd.

6:19am:-> The first train left the station. Time thereafter has definitely changed the history and face of Delhi. There were chants of " Bum Bum Bhole" and " Jai Shri Ram" from some excited RSS members. Understandably, there was a game of political one-upmanship going on between the BJP and the Congress.

6:45 am: The train was slow and stopped longer than normal at all stations to aviod injuring anyone. As we got down at the Tis Hazari station, it was a phenomenal view. It was a bright sunny day, with the sun piercing through the usually menacing Delhi fog. I called back home, spoke to Baba and wanted him to come along.

8:15am: After spending some good time at the platform listening to what Sheila Dixit ( the then chief minister of Delhi) had to say about the Metro, I was tired and sleepy. There was some minor hiccup in the train going back to Shahdara and was frustratingly delayed. It came at around 8:30 am. Ma and I boarded the train and went back home.

9:00am:-> One of my uncles called to ask if we had gone for a Metro ride. I said yes, but how did he know? Well, we were on Aaj Tak, on Zee Tv and all other news channels. I rushed to Tinkal Bhaiya' s place. (We had disconnected the cable due to my sister's board exams). An hour later, feeling everyone including Dadi should be able to see us, I called the cable waala and had the cable tv restored.

Delhi Metro indeed changed the way we travelled. Baba got into the habit of travelling back from office by Metro, he loved it. For me, Kashmiri gate McDonals was the meeting place with friends (specially BIT friends; mostly Mukesh). Had it not been for the Metro, I would have almost not taken up the summer project at DRDO, two stops from Kashmiri gate.

With the Delhi Metro now expanding throughout Delhi, its been a boon to all of us. All members of my family are heavily dependent on it for travel, not because of the anything else other than the ease of travel. Three cheers to E Sreedharan and all people associated with the Metro, its the air conditioned mode of travel which has brought smiles to a lot of faces.

Aur Kya Bolein?

Staying in Jharkhand for four years added a great deal to my lingo stack. Given the unique way of expressing sentiments within words of the common man, I was initially amused and later on developed a sense of appreciation for the same. One such Bengali prof used to take a great deal of interest in teaching his subject. Once, seeing me lost in class, he called me to the elevated stage and asked me to hold the solid cone which was the topic of discussion for that class. He made me hold it in various positions infront of the entire class and kept on dumping his loud nonsense in my ears. At the end of it, he said " Tum janta hai hum tumko yahan kyun khara kiya hai? " (do you know why I called you here). Negative. " Tum first bench pe baith ke sota hai to hum socha tumko aur paas se sikhaya jaye"(you sleep on the first bench so it was imperative to call you closer). And then came the question, " To aaj ka lecture boojha ki nahin?(did u get today's lecture)". To say the least, it took me a few everlasting moments to gather myself from the ignomity of public sarcasm. Add to that the typical accent and his piercing question, I nodded in affirmation. "Bahut sahee, humko ullu samjha hai ka ?" (do I look like a fool?). Another round of laughter. I shall always remember the manner in which those words came out of his mouth, his tone of disgust and the manner of teaching me how important it is to be attentive in class.

These are some of the words I picked up on my way to graduating from the "unibharsity". Some of them were known but got embedded on practice. Read on...

1. Pha-e- lum : Vaguely a group of people who share a common characteristic, mainly region

usage : " Uska coal phaelum hai re".

2. Coal : Referring to a person who is a native of Jharkhand, inspired from the black color.
usage: " Oo coal party hai"

3. Party: A bunch of loosely related people, more commonly a salutation used for a friend.
usage : " Ka Party? Ka haal? "

4. betic**d : An swear word acceptable in Jharkhand. Someone might kill you for the more
expressive madarc**d or behenc**d.
usage: " &^^: (You are creative enough to know that)"

5. Jiyo Maal : A comment on the physical attributes of a babe (haha, yeah babe!)
usage : " Jiyo Maal, Jiyo Ra*d, Jiyo Choo**i"

6.Te ho hero hai be : You are a hero, mostly leg pulling
usage : The line itself

7. Thekua : A Bihari special sweet.
usage : Eat,Eat Eat!! (Shireesh I miss those thekuas)

8. Hum : Me (yes, 'me' the singular person)

9. E-L**nd : (&&^&^&) Another swear word, extremely popular
usage: " E-L**nd G**d hi phaar denge".

Rare usage also included tanik ( little), bho**r pappu (&&^%*) and a lot of others i dont recall right away.

Some of the famous words came out from statesmen of BIT Mesra.

1. " Ohh Sir. Name: Mukess Sir.Branch: Comp Sci Sir." : Mukesh; during his ragging.
2. " Tum shab Bhosh**r log ho" : Ghosh; in his regular style.
3. " kak(the sound of a no made with the tongue) Mai nahin jaunga" : Rishabh; in his all unique
style to most of the things which dont need a wordy answer.
4."Us dariyal ki daree meh aag lagake ganga meh baha dunga" : Chillu (aka Tripathi); referring
to Baba( Sukku).
5."Mai kameena nahin hoon. Mai larki ke peeche nahin bhagta" : Somenath; coming out with the
most ironical statement of the year.
6." Agar woh harami hai to mujhe bhi dekhna hai woh kitna harami hai" : Kunar; when told not
to be my room partner.
7."Chup saale ! " : Shireesh; in his usual form when his case is being taken
8."Llllll-ooooo-ei" : Mukesh; in his form calling me from a distance.
9."Kya bolein": Mukesh; when in deep thought and asked to comment on something
10."palle yaar(study dude) warna fail ho jaega": Funde(aka ankit) to Shireesh
11." Keechar meh pathar maroge ko khud par keechar aaegi, aur tum log keechar ho" : Funde;
after he was not invited to the Babaz party (sorry yaar)
12." E Waqt Ruk Jaa (2). lobby meh Ujjwal khara hai "; Funde at his best
13." Mai Probs ka alarm clock hoon" Who else but Funde.
14. " Yaar paisa udhar chahiye, agle sem lauta doonga" : Funde again thru the 8 semester
15."Some one cover me": Oswal; after having dinner at Barkhakana station with me and Chillu
16." Hi Sweety. How are you honey?": Oswal in his good mood to guys.
17."Bhaak saala sutta jalao": Vijay; at all times
18." Oo sab bum hai": Sudeep Dutt; showing the least respect for something
19."Tere ko to mai Dilli meh dekhunga": Mayank Malikto me; after a prolonged fight
20." Sir ..": Gaurav Kochchar in his usual salutation
21."Ujjwal, dont tell to anyone that I cried ", A good friend; after he got into an excellent company and outperformed all expectations.
22." Thanks yaar": Saurabh Roy after he got through TCS.
23." You are not very flexible": Yash; after reading my hand
24." Tum bachpan se hi aise the ki yahan aakar aise ho gaye ho?": Unknown source
25." Itna maroonga ki ghar waale bhi pehchanne se inkaar kar denge": Mishra to someone
26."Maachis hai kya?" : Savit; while entering my room after class everyday.
27."1 2 3 4 band karo yeh atyachaar": Mob; in some boring play, act, etc etc
28."Monday Holiday": Mob; begging for a holiday from the authorities
29."Hello (shout)": Shireesh; in response to his roll call in Sarkar's CD class
30."Yaar mere ko is question meh 5 marks to mil jayenge naa..maine....": Funde; after every exam
31." I got a lot of work. I am screwed!": Probs; thinking about some hardware design in between exam
32." BABA : Back Again to Blast Again": The punchline that Shireesh and I came up with during the Unix Lab for our Bitotsav tram.
33." This was for 79 dollars(boast)": Bawa; when someone broke his goggs during Bitotsav
34."If you sleep, others will also sleep": Hembrum; Urging me not to sleep during Baba time.
35."I hope i dont have a posting with you": Rohini; to me after a big fight.
36."You can stay with us": Nishit; when I wanted to stay at his place due to Chicken Pox in campus.
37." 1230 GRE score? Koi nahin yaar, next year sahi" : A friend consoling me after my GRE score
38." I dont know what happened. ": Shireesh; after the IIM results for 2005.

There are many more historic statements that I might be missing out. Put in those which you feel are left out. Let the list grow.

P.S.: Let me know if any one wants something off this site.

The Other Side

"One man's freedom fighter, Is another man's terrorist" - David Horowitz

As is it with this statement, so it is with life. There is always the Other Side which screens the entirity of the story. You can never judge completely on the basis of what you percieve, though the situation under consideration might be perfectly correct in the small domain of your thinking.

Humans are like filter paper, as soon as they touch a liquid, they absorb it. Its the embedded nature to judge on the first impression which leads to avoidable conflicts. Conflicts which start off as minor misunderstandings but which assume un-manageable proportions. Conflicts in which both parties know they are wrong too, but expect the other to relent first. Conlicts which divides people forever.

If I give a thought to all the people whom I have disliked, I find myself being forced to stoke my displeasure. A feeling which could have subsided given some time, but circumstances made it impossible to approach people for reconciliation. It is to these people that I want to say; I did not see the other side. People say,"Chuck it! There are more people to care about." Its impossible for me to know everyone at the first place, and even if once I do, why should I let somebody's inflated ego come in between? Sometimes situations are irrevocable; and guess they are better off like that.

Short sightedness and haste in decision making are two banes which I relish watching from a distance. Pandavas won the Mahabharata for sure, but the other side included Krishna playing politics with Surya (the supposed solar eclipse) to save Arjun's breath. Ravana was a brilliant person, he died because he had asked for death at the hands of Vishnu. The point being made is, its very easy to see whats being shown but rare to question why is it being shown and who is behind it?

Coming to Carnegie Mellon, its very easy to be lost in the jungle of technocrats and the general hip-hop buzz of America. What is important to realize why you are here, who has made the effort to send you here (you being no worth till now) and are you worth the place? Its very easy to rush into it, but watch, gather, assimilate, think, decide and then act!! These are the five fingers which can join to make a knockout punch.

Why this abstract topic? Because it applies to every sphere of life be it politics, religion, academia, family or society. Its important in the current context and life in general to pack the punch and leave a mark rather than letting things and time flow around you. Because in this pandemonium of crazy rush towards money, its sometime wise to stop, take a breath and move on with intensified vigour. In the meanwhile, the other side lets you pre-empt the problems coming your way.

p.s.: This pic is one I took today with my webcam and have recieved decent reviews on it. This embodies the importance to know the other side so as to better appreciate something in its entirity.

The Indian Genius

Here is a funny joke about a south Indian boy on his first day at school in the USA.

It was the first day of school and a new student named Chandrashekhar Subrahmanyam entered the fourth grade.
The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American History.
Who said "Give meLiberty, or give me Death"?
She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Chandrashekhar, who had his hand up: "Patrick Henry, 1775" he said.

"Very good!" Who said "Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?"
Again, no response except from Chandrashekhar. "Abraham Lincoln, 1863" said Chandrashekhar.
The teacher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed. Chandrashekhar, who is new to our country, knows
more! about its history than you do."

She heard a loud whisper: "F**k the Indians,"
"Who said that?" she demanded.
Chandrashekhar put his hand up. "General Custer, 1862."
At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke."
The teacher glares around and asks "All right! Now, who said that?"
Again, Chandrashekhar says, "George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991."

Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? S*ck this!"
Chandrashekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!"
Now with almost a mob hysteria someone said "You little shit. If you say anything else, I'll kill you."
Chandrashekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, "Gary Condit to Chandra Levy, 2001."

The teacher fainted. And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "Oh shit, we're f**ked!"
And Chandrashekhar said quietly, "George Bush, Iraq, 2005."

IEE : The Initial Years

The IEE club in college was one of the first I was impressed with in my first semester. Briefing time is one of the few times when seniors persuade you to do something when you are still officially a bakra. All briefing were a pack of lies, except that I somehow managed to join this club.

No activity in the first year. Not heard of the office bearers till until the end of the second semester. Come suddenly a notice asking all members uptil third year to pay a cool 100 bucks. For what? Farewell to the outgoing members of the club. What? Are you kidding me? These politician style (well, in Jharkhand and Bihar thats quite popular and more often than not the normal way to get things done) club leaders did not care to show their shameless faces even once, and look at their audacity, they want a farewell. No money paid. Not 'invited' to the 'party'.

Second year saw some activities in the club which could very easily be passed off as a roadshow. Came in touch with some seniors; most prominently Abhinav Jain, Abhinav Mishra (who is also my senior at CMU). Jain had the habit of stoking anyone's dislike towards Mishra. Mishra somehow did not quiet get along pretty well with me (although I appreciate a lot of his qualities including the subtle way in which he neglects people, including me), and I found myself working only with Jain. I decided to pay for a farewell for the outgoing '99 batch seniors. It was a sham. Jain was made the president of the club, Mishra got the prized IEEE club.

With Jain as president, I should have expected some freaking activities within the club. I somehow did not want to have majority of his shit, Bagchi was pretty good at that and I was more than happy for him to be that way. One major disaster was the Haldia trip that was organized. Rajeev Kunar, Bagchi and myself were the only 2k1 batch guys in that. Rest Jain and another 2k guy (imagine no final year guy came; Jain really sucked), and a bunch of ignorant juniors. We travelled to Kharagpur and got off in the cold at 4 am in the morning there. Now? Jain announced, " So we shall all use the waiting room toilet". That sentence marked the beginning of the ordeal.

To the unknown, as such railways toilets suck. More so at a non-discreet place like Kharagpur ( the place of India's no.1 technical college) in a poor state like Bengal. I could barely manage my ablutions in those conditions and decided against and bath. Tea at a nearby stall came in handy. We got onto a local train at 6am to a small town called Mecheda. This is somewhere deep in Bengal in Midnapore district, apparently close to the Bangladesh border. The countryside is amazingly beautiful ( I am not amazed by the Britisher' s description of Bengal) but after years of neglect the poverty was stark. We reached Mecheda with our luggage. Where to go? " Ujjwal and Bagchi search for some guest house". Heil Hitler. We managed a small ram-shackled guest house. I suggested we have breakfast at a dhaba. People had it. I did not even try it. Bagchi still swears at me for that meal.

Ok. Now how do we get to Haldia. I should have guessed with Jain at the helm of affairs. Local bus. I could not believe my luck. I travelled with fish sellers and WT (without ticket) Bengalis in the local train. More was in store. We settled at the back of the bus. 18 of us. The juniors were already looking at us in despair. I felt helpless but joked around with them, Jain being the puppet of amuzement.

By the time we reached Haldia ( around 120 minutes for 35 or so kms), I was nauseated by the smell of humans. Got down and a whiff of fresh air. Now? What to do? Where is the petrochemical plant? Ask the locals. Ok. Now this was the best. I hanged onto one of the treckers which run with atleast 5 times their capacity. I was hanging out at the back. There was some semblance of roads within the potholes, few and rare.

Reach Haldia plant. Grand. Thats the word. We were not allowed to enter as apparantly Jain did not confirm the trip with the lady concerned and she had apparently gone off to Calcutta for some official work. Superb. I thought now I had an excuse to beat this guy up. After 90 minutes at the gate in the heat, it was already 2 pm. Jain begged like anything to the authorities fearing a bashup. The authorities relented after they saw our hopeless faces; hungry, thirsty, tired and with luggage. They took us on a bus ride around the campus, gave us a 15 minute hushed up information presentation and served us tea and Marie biscuits. Heavens!! That was one of the meals I thanked God for. Tea was like amrit at that time.
We walked back 2 kms to the highway. Juniors were pretty angry. Completed the 2 hour journey to Mecheda standing in a local bus. I told Bagchi I want my money back and that Jain should not make profit out of this. I got down at Mecheda. Bought tickets to Calcutta for the 18 of us on a local train again.

As I saw Howrah bridge, I thought it was over. I walked across from the station, crossed the bridge on foot with luggage due to traffic. Finally we caught a bus from Bara Bazaar. 2 kms.

When we reached back to BIT after the Pujas, there was a rebellion within IEE. Rajeev and I had messed up our chances for some decent position in the club. I did not go for any activity of the club in Bitotsav, mainly because I participated in it as one of the BABAz.

Finally, the day came. Jain was to go. He was supposed to announce Bagchi as the next president; fair enough. I relented at first, but then went along. I was to be made the secretary. I kicked Jain that day and on the day of the farewell. It was pretty satisfying.

When Bagchi and I walked out of the gathering at the end as the Chairman and the Vice Chairman, we kept quiet. The embedded trust in the silence changed the face of IEE in the coming year. IEE was never the same again from that day.

The glimpse of things to come

America. The States. USA. The US of A, and what not...all the same.

This place has a strange effect on people. People you thought would help you in simplifying things go about complicating them. Fellow country mates, who are supposedly a coterie of help-out-each-other people, confront you with a brazen new-found aggression which leaves you pondering. Pondering, when will the so called typical Indian within us all die and when will the brash and confronting new life take over.

New life. Yes thats what we are all going through. My so-called close friend at INI wanted his 'other' group partners to convey to me their inability to accomodate me in their group. Maybe he does not want me to get hurt, maybe he is conscience of his image on refusing, but surely he is part of the nays. Who came to the rescue? Two American friends I met up at a Halloween party, with whom I shall work on the last portion of Embedded Systems.

Halloween Parties. Or rather any American party. I was one of the three people representing my part of the world in one of them. There are 26 Indians out of 49 in my batch, but I find no answer why more of them did not turn up. Ask them, they wanted to come for sure, but did not. Thats why I refer to them as a coterie.

America. The boiling pot. It makes all of us the same. But maybe its my expectations from people which leads me down again and again. And its my ability to jump right back which inspires me to question people, to unserstand their point and finally to accept them as they are for sure. But I do make a strong effort to scrutinize.

All of this said and done, standing at the threshold of a hopefully beautiful and successful professional career, I am amazed by this country and its people. More so, I am looking at India with a perspective. Its so good to know how much we can achieve and will in the not so distant future.

Am I sounding too critical? Maybe. Am I disillusioned? No. Am I saying I did not expect bad things to happen? No, but I prefer penning them down so that I remember and learn from them.

A Funny Incident

This incident happened this summer when I met up some college friends for a movie. Leaving college is a tough call and you tend to miss people more once you are out of it. Read along. I had posted this on my Yahoo! page too.


Hey guys,
I am thinking of directing a motion picture before I leave for Carnegie Mellon. Here it goes. All this happened today..phew!!!

Lead Players:
1)Anirudh Oswal
2)Prabir(aka probs)
3)Ujjwal(myself)
4)Nilav(2k.5)

SceneI (08:15): (tring tring..me sleeping..pick up the phone)
Oswal: Hey, u coming 4 the movie naa..meet u at IIT at 9:15 sharp
Me: Sure, but meet me at the side gate.

SceneII(09:30): Prabir comes to my place, we meet Ozzy at IIT and we head to PVR Saket to watch "War of the worlds". Probs has gone really really fat..anyways we manage to reach PVR to find it closed.

SceneIII(10:05): ozzy calls up Nilav who stays in Mayur Vihar(29 kms from that place).
Ozzy:Hi honey, wanna come 4 a movie??
(me and probs look at each other and think whose gonna pay for him?)
Nilav says he is coming.

Time pass...a couple of Davidoffs (fag for the ill-informed) we have the tickets. Ozzy gives me his authorization letters and all.
begin movie..okie, must be good.Horrendous is the word man. Nilav comes at 11:45 and we were the only people who were laughing at the supposedly thriller attempt to movie by Steven!!!

SceneIV(13:15): We decide to have some beer and then push off!! Ozzy and I have had been to a place we frequent and we sit there, laugh,enjoy,chicken shicken all..15 fags in all in that hour.
Now, since none of us had breakfast and we had consumed 2 pitchers of drought beer in four, we were already losing it by that time. In that period, we decide to head to Dilli haat to have some momos.

Ozzy: Yaar, someone has said,"Never Drink n drive!"
Me:Okie lemme drive
Ozzy:Silly grin (his typical hahahaha and middle finger up!!)

We get into the car, full blast music.
Me:Ozzy bhai, gana band kar do
Ozzy:Its cool man..just chill out
Me:(teri maa ki)

Me:Probs show me ur new phone.
I look up,and I see this two wheeler coming at 80kmph. Ozzy accelerates and we hit him dead centre. Both the people fly off the scooter, the scooter skids and they are totally on the ground.
Nilav and I immediately open our doors and rush out to pick them up. I thought aaj ko gaye. Within no time there was a crowd.

Nilav: Bhaiya uth jao.
Me:Ozzy u bloody remove the car from the middle of the road.
Ozzy: (confused and scared)..ok
Me: Nilav u pick up the guy.
The person was not able to get up. I could see this pant was all ripped off and blood oozing out.

I picked up the scooter and took it to a side. We were all so drunk. I could not gather concentration to handle that thing.
Me:(shouting): Probs. how the fuck is this thing to be parked.
he showed me the way and I parked the scooter. meanwhile ozzy parks the car at one side.
Fuck!! Where is Nilav? he is in the middle of it all trying to pacify the people. There is a crowd. I rush. Try to say something but Nilav and I could smell each other. had the public gone mad at that moment over drunkards driving rashly, I tell you we wud have had it.
Nilav and Me: Bhaiya, aapko dikhta nahin hai kya..kaise garee chalate ho.
Crowd: Ek to badmaashi karte ho aur upar se lar bhi rahe ho.
It was our fault. Oswal was blank. probs was nowhere in the scene. It had taken him a while to realize what was happening.
Me: Ozzy did u lock the car?(there was stuff in that)
Ozzy: Lock it.

I took the keys and locked up the thing. Probs came and said something. i was looking in the rear view mirror. The situation was getting out of control

I rush towards Nilav who was seemingly the only guy arguing.
Nilav:(had a couple of 100 buck notes): Bhaiya yeh le lo aur aab chalo
Man: Saale, tere ko 200 rupaye deta hoon, tu apni pant de de.
his pant was all torn, bleeding, what not. situation not under control
Me: Bhaiya yeh lo aur aab chalo, i started pushing him but he got back to me.
man:call the police, i will see these basturds.
We looked at each other,,,Problem!!
Nilav and I in chorus: Chalo.
I still dunno what made me say that but were like chalo saalo apni galti to hai par tumhari bhi kam nahin
I: chalo police ke paas, apko wahin dekhenge, aaram se baat kar rahe hain to sir par hi char jaoge kya?
Man: Theek hai, to mera scooter theek kara do
Me:(looked at the badly hurt scooter..shouted back ) Kyun be, tu meri garee theek kara de naa
Crowd: (shouting on me,people by that time were telling the injured to negotiate)
Me:Chalo aap police station
Nilav: Bhaiya hum to ruk gaye naa, mar kar bhage to nahin.baat yahin khatam karo
man: mai ek govt servant hoon.
Me: Chalo, mere paas bhi bahut govt servants hain.
Crowd was getting impatient and was telling us to give them some more money. This time I took 300 bucks, kept it in his hand.
Me: Ozzy tu garee nikalkar start kar.
Man: 300 rupaye bahut kam hain
Ozzy runs and probs gets into the car.
Me: rakhna hai to rakh, itna hi hai mere paas.
I start walking not concerned to hear what he has to say.
We all gave Ozzy a good bullshit after that. It was his fault man. but we also had a gud laugh, ozzy ne baree zor se maraa tha ukso and the way he had skid mere ko to laga tha beta aaj to bail karani hogi..anyways 1000 bucks is the starting price in delhi and that ways we were lucky to scrape thru.
U shud have seen ozzy's driving after that...and all the while we were drilling hard into his ass!!!

We went along to Dilli haat, we enjoyed some good momos and fruit beer..was out of cash in the end of it all. met soham(2k mech) also there..
we dropped probs and nilav on the way and I took ozzy for a coffee at IIT..he was feeling bad about the incident..dunno what will he say bout the dislocated bumper and the popped out head light..he dropped me home.

Moral of the story: Never drive when u r drunk, and if its oswal then be sure to carry some cash with u..:-)

anyways i will take sometime to get the things out of my system..oooofff..it was shit scary..believe me we cud have been in a lot more trouble.
Thank God for that.
Hope this is a hit with u guys if not the box office,ankit(funde) we were missing u, we were imagining what wud have happened if u wud have been along..lol..
hope u flood the grp with gud responses..

Thanks ozzy for I, as others, will remember this for a long long time to come...

Cheers,

As the first blog, I put up one of my compositions. Its dedicated to someone I believed would have been much more what she turned out to be. Again, my mistake. Expectations from mortals leads to disappointment. Expectations from the fairer sex leads to disaster. Life goes on...

Fifty Days

Fifty days since I saw her face,
Fifty nights spent tossing in despair.
"Who are you", I wondered guessing,
"Thou shall know", she kept repeating.
Those 'Eyes of Shiva' left me fascinated,
The Buddhist had never incriminated.
Fifty days since I saw her face...

I tried to finetune the strings vibrating,
But every meet they kept synchronizing.
The guitarist within me was adamant, I guess;
"I got no time, love is all but a mess !"
The beats got faster, dancing like waves,
I bequethed my sanity into the ocean's grave.
Fifty days since I saw her face...

The moves were slow, the meetings a few,
Suspicion was large and the pain grew.
"She will understand", the fool in me wept,
People jibed, but my trust in her leapt.
Movies and dinners, the weekends were blessed,
"Should I take the plunge?", the thought reached its crest.
Fifty days since I saw her face...

A beautiful day, a wonderful drive,
Love was in the air, my ears rang with chimes.
"Too good to be true", God whispered from behind,
The car broke down and we lost our minds.
The fight was small, but the argument snowballed,
By the end of the day, we had finished it all.
Fifty days since I saw her face...

I did not give up, "..its sure a mirrage",
My calls unanswered, the disillusionment was stark.
Here I am picking up the leftovers,
Where shall I swim from the middle of the ocean?
God, give me strength to drink this poison,
Keep her in peace, I love this liason.
Fifty days since I saw her face...

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