Friday, December 16, 2011
Slowly slowly, walking together, more like stalking!!!
The first day, started with a textation,
Following hours were killed in anticipation
But alas, the things we talked were devoid of any motivation,
Spoken mainly out of desperation!!!
The second day went blank, & I remained nervous,
Probably, something wrong I said, or he was just frivolous!!!
The third day came n soon fell the evening,
Now I was sure tht the fone won’t be ringing
Suddenly, it buzzed, and all the blood in my brains flushed
I was busy playing wid a kid
The flashing mobile, definitely made me skid
I blushed and answered with a big smile
But all we talked was about some odd ratio & HVAC style
Since I was out, I took excuse, but made the promise to call
Till this time, I was so skittish as if my worlds gonna fall
The fourth day came,
The tock was really so lame,
It wasn’t ready to strike eight
Even if I agreed to use an extra battery as bait
Finally, the time came to buzz
The symphony soon turned into jazz
We talked for long hours
Till mittal came to put the bars
Fifth day saga, got better
For so much, to each other we could utter
Incidentally we met online
And then all other things sublimed
I could now sense where it was going
No day, this stranger could be called boring
He speaks less, but magical
Was definitely racy, in a manner so ethical
Today, it has been six days
Since I’m talking to this person so strange
The frequency was really matching,
And so we decided on meeting
The probable location n time line was thought upon
I had already started day dreaming, full on
The seventh day went blank,
But whole day I could feel the pang
All of a sudden, so many people came into picture
I was giving wads of updates to plenty of people,
These endless discussions left me with a mental puncture
Surprisingly these were not a one way call, it was barter
With every piece of detail shared, I got new advices,
They were all writing my new life’s charter :)
On a fine Monday morning, a mail popped
Unlike the routine, It was not checked
This is the eighth day, and full day I stayed away
When in the evening he called, and broke the suspense
I could not decide whether to be elated or remain tense
15th may was decided; the location had to be Mumbai
Hearing this, my mind was already wandering in streets of shanghai
We talked about further concreting the program
The thoughts of meeting him, kept my mind jammed
The ninth, tenth and the eleventh circadian
We talked like never before
It was a totally new side of him
That I had recently explored
Meanwhile, others were noticing my new found romance
And to tease me, they left no chance
All of a sudden, my mamma took control
She found meeting date too far, and called for a public poll
Plans were reformed, calendars were searched again
Travel portals were checked, for the new bargain
The meeting was preponed to 24th April,
Mind n heart was immediately filled with a new thrill
I forgot to tell you, by the way
This had happened on the Twelfth day
The days that followed were filled with so many words
Ranging from childhood to work, everything was discussed
We talked everyday for 90 minutes precise
It was not us, but airtel who decided this size
The coming days were a bit weird
Instead of talking we were wired
No no!!! The tale is not about strangling
The thing is, we were still talking
But, it was more online, courtesy Mr. bill gates
This is the story so far, accurately fifteen days!!!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
It’s not a regular chore, but I wonder what struck me. Today after a long long break, I revisited my blog. And my jaw dropped to ground, when I saw that the last time I posted on it was on 26th March 2009. Almost two and a half years, and here I return to it.
I dint forget the blog completely in this time, but could never gather enough to put things over here, probably time did not permit me doing that.
In these 900 days, I gained so much, I lost too. The life was a mix of ups and downs, that too in a rather fast pace.
I lost my dad, my biggest asset, in 2008, and it took me quite a lot of time to feel OK about it. I’m still not sure if I have accomplished it, but yes, I’m more settled with the fact now.
And that is the reason; I have particularly no major memory of the period up to January 2010. After which my life became a roller coaster.
January 2010: I broke my nose, which happened under a little precarious situation and just as dumb as it sounds. What would you think of me, if I say I BROKE MY NOSE? That tiny little thing in the middle of the face, how can it be broken, unless somebody punches you right on the nose? But nothing of that sort happened with me; I just broke my not so tiny nose. Ah..and that was the talk of the town for some time, my friends dropped by to see me, not to show sympathy but they wanted to know how could something this silly could happen. You know, I broke my nose.
March 2010: I started talking to Yogz, he talks realllllly less. But when you are cupid stricken, all looks good yaar. So be it, this was the month when we started talking, with the intention of getting married. It was a huge chain of phone calls, his father to my mother, my mother to my brother, my brother to him, my brother to me...and finally after all this mother-brother story, I talked to him. He was boring, talks less, and I also assumed that he’s rude. But anyways, I don’t care. Later in the post you’ll come to know if I got married to him or not.
And during the same time, I had declared a major war over my seniors at office. It was a war for independence. We fought every day. It was more like a game of chess one party moves at a time. So some days it was my boss bashing me, and fewer times it was vice versa. I probably made him feel guilty for his behaviour, but on second thoughts, he was a thickhead.....usko koi farak nahi padta.
May 2010: I met Yogz, at Mumbai. I don’t remember much of the meeting, but for his ZooZoo eyes, which were always smiling. We didn’t talk a bit, ‘coz while he was smiling, I was giggling. He didn’t know most of the answers, to most of the questions, asked by my mother, all he did in answer was that he smiled. He had travelled all the way from Chennai, and I was deported from Jamnagar, and my mother also jaunted from Jabalpur, to ensure the meeting goes smoothly. But it was in the month of May, that our destinies were tagged together.
June 2010: Kakkoth, my bestie in RIL, resigned. Me, Kakkoth and Shivani went on several dates together, and it was fun. He promised us a rice treat, which is pending till date; all the other promises were fulfilled by him. We three went to Lakota, almost every third day we would meet for lunch or dinner, me and Shivani literally pestered him for being alive; is all I can say.
September 2010: my friends celebrated a birthday carnival for me. It doesn’t prove anything, but for their love and concern. It started from 17th sept, not to end even by 20th. It was so much fun; I was actually feeling like some celebrity, a call from some courier fellow in every hour or two, cutting 4-5 cakes in a day. I had a room full of gifts, and infinite GB of pictures. Can you even imagine that? My best birthday for this life I suppose.
October 2010: I left Jamnagar, leaving behind all the friends, with a live heap of memories and pictures [: p] to cherish for lifetime. I moved to Mumbai, gained a new profile, much more command and authority, but lost the sedentary life of Jamnagar, Rupali and Shivani; in no particular order. Glancing back, I feel there was no need to shift to Mumbai if
Life = Shivani + Rupali+ Kakkoth + Jamnagar – Bad work – Bad boss
But it was becoming more like
Life = Shivani – Rupali – Kakkoth + Jamnagar + Bad Work + Bad Boss X 2
So, ultimately, I left Jamnagar.
In the same month, we got Tashu. The cute, little, angelic daughter of my sister. She's way too cute to be called my relative, but then that’s the truth my ‘lord.
November 2010: my wedding was fixed, and all I could think of was shopping. I shopped with all my might and in all the time I got. And it went on and on and on till the last day.
January 2011: attended Rupali’s wedding at Kanpur. It was all fun and family. All throughout, not even once did I feel that I was a friend, an outsider. I was just one of them, doing the work, helping things out and cracking silly jokes with the wud-be-bride, her sisters and Prerna. Surprisingly, I got all sentimental when she bid bye to her family.
February 2011: Yes, I lost my spinsterhood, and got married to Yogz. And that was a big big gain, you know I’m actually running short of words to describe him, but he’s nice and not all that rude. Yeah, he still talks less. But as stated earlier, I dont care. He takes all the torture and drama, and returns only a small part of it.
March 2011: He took me to Bangkok, my first foreign trip, and I was as delighted as a kid. My passport gained one Visa mark. First entry in my passport. Our trip was different, totally different, but it was good.
Anybody who has been to Pattaya has been to beaches, except for us.
People, who go to Bangkok, make a point to visit the malls, except for us.
Indubitably, any Indian, who goes to foreign, clicks a lot of pictures, except for us.
You might be wondering that if not all this, then what did we do?
We saw Thailand, we travelled across the cities, explored few of the not so visited places, struggled to get Indian food. And yes, since I was there, we also shopped.
Since then: WE, yeah that’s how you refer to yourselves after getting married, so WE bought a car, and it’s new: P, just a little less beautiful then me. A sea grey, Ford Figo. I totally love it, so does Yogz.
We also got an old house; it’s a 2 BHK, bigger then my previous 1 BHK. Please don’t think that I’m showing off or something like that, but you know that’s how people categorize you in this city. I find it insanely odd, but it’s ok. This new place is slightly better than the previous one; only in terms of space it gives me to loaf around without doing much of cleaning.
So, this is the story so far, will try to keep my blog updated from now...
Bye for now...
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sapno Me Hui Thi Apni Pehli Mulkat
Karte Rahe Hum Baatein Poori Raat..
Dekha Mene Tumhara Rasta, Ghadi Do Char
Aur Fir Ho Gaya Mayus, Mere Dil Ke Armaan
Kaafi Dino Ke Intezaar Ke Baad
Aaye The Tum Fir Se, Pakadne Mera Haath
Baatein Sapno Ki Chalne Lagi Sapne Me
Jo The Kal Tak Anjaan, Ab Aane Lage Apno Me
Fir To Yeh Silsila Sa Chal Pada
Sapno Ka Intezaar Karna, Humme Acha Lagne Laga
Lekin Ek Sawal Hai, Mann Me Bhatak Raha
Tum Aate Ho, Baate Banate Ho, Hasate Ho, Rulate Ho
Par Apna Chehra Kyun Chupate Ho???
Jub Hoti Hai Raat Khatam,
Aur Shuru Hota Hai Subah Ka Peher
Har Chehre Me Dhundti Hai Tumhe Meri Nazar...
Kab Khatam Hoga Mera Intezaar,
Yahi Sawal Main Poochu Baar Baar ?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
November Was Finally Gone
The Transient Seemed To Be A Difficult One
Then Entered The Chill N Thrill Of December
But, To My Surprise You Were Still There
I Struggle To Keep My Feelings In Cold
But, They Always Come Up Taking Multiple Fold
Mummy Behaves In A Way So Formal
No Matter What We Do To Bring Back Her Normal
No Matter How Much I Try
You Always Make Me Cry
After Making Countless Efforts To Forget
I’ve Finally Decided To Let It Set
But I’ve A Few Questions,
You Need To Answer
Before We Make The Final Transfer
They Say “Everything Happens For Some Good”
But What Secret Lies Here
Is Far Away From My Outlook
The More I Try To Understand,
And Make My Brain A Rubber Band
Always I End Up In Some Other Land
Where, Just Two Of Us Are There
Walking Through The Sand
I Just Don’t Realize, Why You Have To Go
As Our Lives Were Getting Smoother In Flow
When The Life Seemed To Sweetly Sway,
And The Happier Moments Came
You Simply Left Us In The Heat Of Mid Day???
Now I Wonder, Whom To Blame??
You Make Me Feel So Lame
What Did We Do To Deserve This?
The Cobra Sat On Us And Hissed?
Was There No Way To Escape?
And, Ultimately You Had To Be Draped?
Why Is It That My Vision Is Blurred?
And All The Paths Have Become A U Turn
Thinking All Day Make My Veins Burn
Is This The End, We Always Sought For
And Call It Happily Ever After??
I’m Just Presenting A Brief Explanation Of, Me, Being Single….
Rather M Happily Single……..
So Here Goes The Story...
“Yaaar Bf Banane Pe I Don’t Believe Only...Jub Shaadi Hogi Kar Lenge...No Bf Cf.....Bahut Pachde Ka Kaam Hai...
Fone Pe Achi Achi Baatein Karo Shuru Main.......
Fir Thodi Aur Achi Baatein....Sub Acha Lage...Sub Pyara Lage....Bf Me Koi Galti Nahi Dikhegi.....All Colors Will Look Pink...Kasame Waade....Meethi Meethi Romantic Baatein Shuru Hongi.......Saath Me Ghumne Jana…..Frens Ka Saath Acha Nahi Lagega…
Life Me Involvmnt Badh Jayega...
Ab Poore Din Aap Fone Pe Hi Rahoge……Full Time Phone/Sms Goin On…Saans Bhi Li To Uski Khabar Dena..Aapki Duty Ban Jayegi…..
Like Me Indulgence Aur Badh Jayega….U’ll Start Planning Ur Life Together…How’d It Be After Marriage…Shaadi/Honeymoon/
Life Me Interference Badhne Lagega….Fir Dheere Dheere...Asliyat Saamne Aayegi....
Movie Pink And Red Se Black And White Ho Jayegi.......Pata Chalega Mills N Boons Ke Alawa Bhi Books Hai.........Fir Space Crunch...Emotional Pressures........Khud K Liye Time Kum Karna Padega.......Agar 4 Din U R Busy...1st Day He'll Undrstnd...2nd Day He'll Sound Understandin....3rd Day He'll Be Annoyed....4th Day Jhagdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....
Fir Aise Kai Saare 4th Day Aane Lagenge.....
Frends K Saath Zada Time Spend Kiya Mere Saath Nahi....4th Day....
Fone Pe Uss Xyz Se Baat Kr Skti Ho Mujhse Nahi....4th Day...
Chuttti Hai Chalo Milte Hai.....If Said No....4th Day.....
Sunday Frends Ke Saath Mat Jao Mere Saath Chalo.....4th Day
One Time Will Come.....When All Day Will Be 4th Day..
Wo Bura Lagne Lagega......Relation Bojh Ban Jayega......
Fir Jub Time Hoga Bhi....The Person Will Nt Spend Time Wid Him....Thinking Tht The Gud Time Will Get Ruined.....
Fone Lagane Ka Mann Bhi Karega To Nahi Lagayenge......Kahi Ladai Na Ho Jaye.......
Bus.....Thode Din Baad......Brk Up Ho Jayega
Bf To Khoya Hi Khoya.....Ek Acha Frend Bhi Kho Diya.....Nuksaan Hi Nuksaaan”
Aisa Nahi Hai, I Ve Some Problem With The Relation, This Is Just My Take On It…And The Above Stated Statements Are The One’s I’ve Learnt From Various Sources Over The Time.
Also Japan exports far more than it imports.
Has an annual trade surplus of over $100 billion, yet Japanese economy is considered weak, even collapsing.
Americans spend, save little.
Also US import more than it exports.
Has an annual trade deficit of over $400 billion.
Yet, the American economy is considered strong and trusted to get stronger.
But where from do Americans get money to spend?
They borrow from Japan , China , and even India .
Virtually others save for the US to spend.
Global savings are mostly invested in US, in dollars.
India itself keeps its foreign currency assets of over $50 billions in US securities.
China has sunk over $160 billion in US securities.
Japan 's stakes in US securities is in trillions.
The US has taken over $5 trillion from the world.
So, as the world saves for the US , Americans spend freely.
Today, to keep the US consumption going, that is for the US economy to work, the countries have to remit $180 billion every quarter that is $2 billion a day to the US !
Otherwise the US economy would go for a sick.
So will the global economy.
The result will be no different if US consumers begin consuming less.
A Chinese economist asked a neat question.
Who has invested more, US in China , or China in US?
The US has invested in China less than half of what China has invested in US.
The same is the case with India . We have invested in US over $50 billion.
But the US has invested less than $20 billion in India .
Why the world is after US?
The secret lies in the American spending, that they hardly save.
In fact they use their credit cards to spend their future income.
That the US spends is what makes it attractive to export to the US .
So US imports more than what it exports year after year.
The world is dependent on US consumption for its growth.
By its deepening culture of consumption, the US has habituated the world to feed on US consumption.
But as the US needs money to finance its consumption, the world provides the money.
It's like a shopkeeper providing the money to a customer so that the customer keeps buying from his shop. The customer will not buy; the shop won't have business, unless the shopkeeper funds him.
The US is like the lucky customer.
And the world is like the helpless shopkeeper financier.
Who is America 's biggest shopkeeper financer?
Japan of course.
Yet it's Japan which is regarded as weak.
Modern economists complain that Japanese do not spend, so they do not Grow.
To force the Japanese to spend, the Japanese government exerted itself.
Reduced the savings rates, even charged the savers Even then the Japanese did not spend (habits don't change, even with taxes, do they?).
Their traditional postal savings alone is over $1.2 trillions, about three times the Indian GDP.
Thus, savings, far from being the strength of Japan , has become its pain.
Hence, what is the lesson?
A nation cannot grow unless the people spend, not save. Not just spend, but borrow and spend.
Dr. Jagdish Bhagwati, the famous Indian-born economist in the US , told that don't wastefully save.
Start spending, on imported cars and, seriously, even on cosmetics! This will put all nations on a growth curve.
'Saving is sin, and spending is virtue.'
Before you follow this neo economics, get some fools to save so that you can borrow from them nd spend.
This is what US has successfully done in last few decades.
Written by Dr Jagdish Bhagwati an economist