Archive for March, 2011

Jab main chotha bacha tha badi sharaarat karta tha.. He he he

This is a story. A Story of Two cousins let’s call them B and R. I was in second year of my college. My cousin had come over to Chandigarh to study and along came his bike: a beautiful Yamaha Rx 100 Silver. THOSE WERE THE DAYS… Are they still around? The bikes? No idea. Anyway not deviating…

Well, it so happened that this cousin later went back to Gujarat for pursuing his education, but he left his bike back. Fun time for me, I had the choice of changing my vehicle to go to college. Then came the news that the bike needs to be sent back. Another cousin of mine had come to pick it up and book it on a cargo train to be sent.

But the DEVIL MIND woke up… Noooooooooooo!! 

 Cargo? Book on a train? WHAT’S THAT? Never heard of it…

So the scheming began on how to make sure that we don’t have to book the bike but instead drive it all the way. CAN YOU IMAGINE the thrill of it?? Well the first things we did was (we were intelligent after all) got the bike checked; oil, tyres etc. We went to Chandigarh railway station (well that’s what we told my dad). While we were supposed to be at railways station, we were sitting in Hot millions II.

As we came out, my grand-dad was coming down from a showroom, he asked what we were doing. I replied “Daddy we just came to get the bike checked so it was fine when it reached.” An hour later came home to announce, “CHANDIGARH DOES NOT DO BOOKING OF CARGO. The Guy at the ticket office said it will have to be done from DELHI.”

Parents they are so nice and good. Their kids won’t lie to them. I was the good child. 🙂 So, it was decided that we will ride the bike to Delhi, book it on a train and take a train ourselves for Gujarat.

We were so bad, Parents were good. So, we left. So let’s assume its Friday afternoon. We left for Delhi Railway station to get the bike booked. Me and my cousin, with a haversack and lots of money. What a ride it was! I guess at that time you don’t mind all that pollution and rubbish that flies at you, the truckers not giving you a damn. We had a few scares on way. Stopped at Panipat had some food by a dhaba, conserve money was the idea long way to Gujarat. At Dhaula kuan, someone told us to take a right and just keep driving. Well we reached Delhi around evening.

Then for some ODD REASON, wonder what it was , we had this IDEA to go to CP to Naruala’s for a burger since we had heard a lot about it. We did not have a clue where we were, the route but I guess that’s the fun of it. We were asking every other person, “Bhai sahib? CP?” and they would just point a direction towards which we sped. Finally reached Narula’s and had our fill. Now, this is the time we were supposed to get the bike on the train and call up parents telling them what train etc. So we called.

tring tring

A loud hoarse voice said, “Hello?”

“Haanji Papa, we have reached. The Train will not accept the bike. They said they can book it day after. So, what should we do?”

My father, OH bless him, with a worried voice, “Beta, you do that. Then go to Sidhu Uncle’s house. I will ring him. Paise hain? Do you have enough money?”

“No, Papa its fine. We have met up with one of my friends. We will stay in their house, get the bike on train and then take the next one ourselves.”

“Ok son. If you need money, go to Mr. Sidhu, and take care don’t do this .. that .. and call back.” (Thinking of it now , It makes me feel so bad.. Bad US)

Well now we had till Sunday evening to do whatever we wanted (read drive). So what did we decide (and this is my cousin he is a devil too)? He comes with this brilliant idea “Brother, its night time. Less traffic let’s go now only and sleep on way somewhere.”

So we left.

WHY DID WE GO?!

It was unbelievable driving at night; trucks at high speed, half the drivers high on some intoxicant, full beams and us on our little MR YAMAHA RX100. Anyway we went on and on… Sometime during the night we got really tired so we decided to rest and picked up a roadside dhaba. The guy was so nice; he greeted us and made tea for us.

The Tea was so lovely I had to ask for another cup, what with the whole day’s worth of Tea Leaves, Cardamoms and Laungs, Saunf in it. It was yummy. Anyone reading this should try it out, the Roadside dhaba tea is always so tasty. The guy was smiling, grinning all the time, he later told us we were looking like Batman. The only difference was our face was BLACK with the white of the eyes shining.

I wish we had the fancy mobile phones then get some pictures or even a camera. Had a wash with my cousin doing the honours of pumping the Hand pump, then I did till he washed. We were shattered so we lay on those roadside beds made of jute and within seconds, I bet we were snoring. We had told the dhabawalla to wake us at 4 in morning. Early morning we woke up, got ourselves ready. Kick started the bike, Put it in gear let the clutch go (we had parked on the right hand of the road).

As we turned left… PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

A few choice abuses “TUHADI &%&%& and %^$£%$^%!!!” 

I guess we were still asleep because we did not see the big truck coming. Hahaha.

 Phewwwwwwwwwwww SAVED.

Gods were looking down on us. or were they ..

We had just gone 100 yards THUDDD: there was a Speed breaker. Did not see that either. The bike went flying. If you know the bike the key used to be on top along the speedometer. We thumped so bad the key flew away. God knows why we did not fall or anything. We stopped and parked to look for the key 🙂 It was still dark and could not see a thing.

IDEA!!! We started waving to passers by, and after a couple of cars gave two hoots to us, one Sikh gentleman in his Ambassador stopped.

“KI gal hai kaka?” So, we asked him if he could stop his car for a second so we could look for our key with the car’s Headlights. I tell you, Sikhs are great! Not only did he stop, he got down himself looking for the key. It was he who found it. He asked us what we were doing at that time.

We told him with pride and our chests puffed up, “Gujarat nu challe haan (going to Gujarat)”

He exclaimed, “MOTORCYLE te? Kamle hon? Ma-Pio ne kidaan jaan deta(on the bike? Are you mad? How did your Parents let you go”)?”

I so wanted to say parents don’t know he he he, but at that moment I let parents take the blame. Again BAD ME, I know. Well, we found the key and started off towards our destination. Some time later, Sun was rising. OH MAN it was AMAZING!! We were nearing Jaipur I think. India is so pristine, pity we don’t see it that way sometimes. If only administration did what it’s supposed to.

India is really beautiful (I MUST APOLOGISE TO MY READERS THAT THIS MAY BE HAPHAZARD, COURSE I HAVE FORGOTTEN A FEW DETAILS and NAMES). I remember there was this place a valley sorts, huge boulders, stone mountains a tiny road passing through and from far off you could see a truck meandering its way slowly. Sun rays falling, different colours; yellow, orange, red WOW. I don’t remember the name of the place but it was beautiful.

We reached Jaipur. One of my friends was doing hotel management there, so we  knocked at her door. I think she looked through a window and probably thought she should call the police, with two ruffians, black faces standing at her door, ringing the bell.

I had to speak “Its Bikram.” She opened the door, the usual hello hi, ages since we met, how is this/that, the usual rigmarole, I was too tired to carry on making small talk, She did not look happy as she had to make something to eat.. But friends are angel’s, I could see she hated going to the kitchen but God bless her she made some toasts , eggs I think (been a long time ) dont remember that far back) .

We ate,  went to sleep for sometime, rested a bit, washed yet again, started off again with promises made that if she talks to someone in chandigarh she better not tell we were there and that too on a bike .

My cousin was riding the bike while I held on to my dear life sitting behind him, telling him to change the gear, Slow down, break, car- truck and he would constantly say “SHUT UP! I know what I am doing.” It’s amazing how you are always a better driver then the other. How you instruct others saying they are doing wrong. It was early evening when we hit the outskirts of Ajmer. The drive was amazing, for a change there was not that much traffic. We did stop a couple of times for a cup of chai. I remember just before entering the city we got some petrol and went inside.

Ajmer is another beautiful place. I had a friend in Meo College, and I had already called him to say we were coming. So, met up with him. Talked about long lost childhood, I bet my cousin was bored to death at that time. In Ajmer we had a hearty meal, some mutton biryani along with some kebabs. We decided to stay the night there so that we could have a decent rest. We still had till Sunday evening to call parents and it was only Saturday evening/night yet, so, long time to go. It’s amazing in college days you always had so much time.

Nothing else happened (I am trying to remember what happened almost 11-12 years ago. Hence, the big holes in the story). The next morning, we set off. We asked for directions we were advised to go to Udaipur and then to GandhiNagar,  for some reason another direction came,  lets go to Mount Abu! It’s a hill resort in the desert. My cousin had heard how one his friends’ family had gone there for an outing and enjoyed it. I must say by this time we were not worried about parents finding cause there was nothing they could do now; they would do their shouting once we reached. Till then there were no worries.

… To be Continued ..

One of  my favourite songs, and Tan has been asking me to put a hindi song so I thought of putting this as this one bring me memories of my youth where hostel room , a friends house and  some Daru and chicken would make us jive to the song..

Enjoy Have a great Week.. people 🙂

  Thursday Challenge :-  “GREEN” (Plants, Cloths, Cars, Toys, Houses,…)
My dear darling bestest friend Ravi sent me these picture so I could participate in the Thursday Challenge .. The river was coloured Green for St. Patrick’s Day.. I was told the irish had a lovely day in chicago that day here are some of the picture ..
Thank you Ravi 🙂

Chicago river

:)Good Way to watch the proceedings

My Man.. Dressed in Green tooo

wish I was there

DRUNK…

Posted: March 22, 2011 in Alcohol, being drunk, Daroooo
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Have you ever seen what happens when you have your drinks. It always seems you are the one who is not drunk whereas everyone else is drunk. And the question is how much have you drunk.. I always know how much I have drunk cause I can see all that I have thrown out on the floor 🙂 yeah thats how much I have drunk.

When that happens have you ever noticed how No one blames the alcohol for this. Its always

 ‘Oh, I ate something funny.’

 Yeah the packet of crisp you had between the 5th double and the 6th double. Thats what CHURNED the stomach.

And then you have to come back home it seems the whole world has conspired against u. So much noise.

The more discreet you try to be the more noise it generates. You reach home, open the door and it goes

Ccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

It never makes the noise, but today it will cause your dad or mom need to wake up to see you in that state. It’s all a SAAZISH.

Everything is planning against you.

The first step you take on the stair feels like you have stepped on one of those bubble things that may pop at any instant. The lighter you put your foot, the heavier it falls… THUD THUD THUD… You will hear your parents murmur something but you are too oblivious to it. You just need to get to your room and slump on the bed.

You climb up the stairs only to find you have just opened the door to your parents door… Oops! Or is it the neighbours house ha hahah that would be nice. I don’t drink. No, really. I know after the above few lines, you may be laughing reading this. But i don’t really… Ok, I don’t drink THAT MUCH he he he he.

I usually drink on occasions now. Earlier I used to drink with friends and all used to get together. I remember one incident I can’t ever forget which made me always think the next time I drank. My parents like most parents did not know I drank. We try so hard to not let them know. But one day it happened. I did not realise I was drunk which is usually what happens when you are. Everyone else is drunk other than you. I reached home, my parents knew i was drunk they did not say a word. NOT A WORD. That was what hit me the most.

I sobered up, I could not see them in the eyes. From then on i promised myself this would not happen again and luckily its been a decade almost 10 years I have not made a fool of myself and drink responsibly.

Charkha mera rangla
Vich charkhe de mekhan
Ve main tainu yaar karaan
Jad charkhe val vekhaan   
Charkhey de sheeshiyaan which  
Disey tera MUKH vey

             (Charkha is decorated with small mirrors in which i can see you face)

Vekh vekh mitdi na  akhiyaan di bhukh vey
              (But the eyes dont get enough of you looking at it)

Seene which ne Radakdiyaan eh charkhe diyaan mekhaan
              (My heard hurts with the nails )

Ve main tainu yaar karaan
Jad charkhe val vekhaan
              (I remember you , each time is see the charkha)

Din raat teriyan raahaan val ..maraan chaakhi vey
              (I look upon the way you gonna come day and night)

Teray bin asaan ki Manauni vaisakhi ve
               (Cant celebrate Vaishakhi without you) 

Sau sau peer Manavaan
Naaley thaan thaan mathey tekaan
                (I go to hundreds of God’s men, and put my head for the blessings)

Ve main tainu yaar karaan
Jad charkhe val vekhaan

Ajaa mahin Aaja Tun Vi Kar kay Khaitan
                (Come back oh beloved after you have done your earning)

Jattian ne Sootan nu lavaan layiaan phatiyaan
                 (girls have put on lovely suits nicely decorated)

Kyun sooli te tangiya mainu meryaan lekhaan
                 (Why am i hanging by the noose, by my luck)

Ve main tainu yaar karaan
Jad charkhe val vekhaan

Bucket List

Posted: March 19, 2011 in Bucket List, Life, My Thoughts., Soch

Ok before you guys read , let me tell you One thing I am not dieing or anything :), I am just accident prone i think so the last few days with the usual upheaves of day to day life, I have been thinking ( Yes here we are again , me Thinking I know , I know these both (me and thinking)  Dont go together at all ), but still for the sake of it lets say .. I have been thinking .. What if we knew or I know I am gonna die say in a months time or two weeks time ..

Would we get a chance to do what we would want to, So if you have a list of things that I would love to do one last time, will the angel or devil who has come all the way to take me give me enough time .. If there is god is he listening to what Iam typing here .. is he thinking hmmmm

“Isko Ek mahina de dete hain , jo karna hai kar le ”

But then the question comes how will i know if this is it .. 30 days left . Anyhow what will I have in my Bucket list .. The first one would be

1.  Walk with the Lions (yes weird thought, But I am in awe of this beast, its beauty, If man had not been cruel we would have these beautiful animals in abundance, Not that the lifestyle of this animal helps, but we humans have made it worse )

2. I want to meet all my friends, Each and everyone of the beautiful people who have been in my life one way or the other. Right from the time I went to my first class in the KG or LKG ( it was called)  to the Post Graduation, then at work , Blog, Orkut etc etc, It would be such a blast to meet them all, some faces have faded away but they are all here still in my heart – head, Imagine the excitement  , the laughters , the tears all those emotions in one big room, Some would only know of a person Bikram (hopefully 🙂 ) meeting me for the first time, Some wont know me But I would know them , For some I would have faded off..

3. I want to meet all those people whom I have hurt someway or the other and say Sorry to them, Say Thank you to all those who have somehow managed to make me what I am today.

4. Go to the gym for a week or two and have a SIX pack… instead of the ONE PACK I got now.. Oh cum on, girls love it .. ha ha ha .. have a stroll on a beach without my Tee.. ha ha ha ha ( I am thinking like salman khan now )

5. Visit My village.

6. If I could reverse the time 3 years back, meet my Dad and say sorry to him for all the times I have hurt him.

7. Fly a jet.

8. Swim in the two rivers that run along the boundary of our village , back home .. along with the rest of the guys , whom i have not met for 20 odd years.. Meet the Men at that times with whom i loved visiting the town, to show off that I had grown ups as friends, Village where the young men were all MAMA’s  ( the village to which my mum belonged) and CHACHA’s (village to which my dad belonged) . I dont know where have they all settled since most left the village to settle in cities.

9.  Am I becoming greedy now .. 🙂

I was hoping to make it to 10 but I have run out of thoughts .. and maybe Time too , I am sure there would not be this much time to do all the above, After doing all above would love to just fade away from everyones memory whishhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh zaaaaaaaappppppppppppp GONE!!!!!!

This article has turned out to be a bit of senty thing, which i did not want .. Anyway Anyone reading lets hear your bucket list.. say if you know you got 30 days left…

PS:- I took out the previous article cause my friends found it rude and I did not want to upset anyone , it was to be humour but i guess my humour not good he he he Will put something else later .. thank you everyone

Mirza-Sahiba is another treasure of Punjabi literature.

 It is a romantic tragedy. Mirza and Sahiba were childhood playmates,. They fell in love with each other, but when this beauty is about to be wedded forcibly she sends a message to Mirza

 Mirza Khan on reading the letter doesn’t think twice and rides to get his love , inspite of  his sister’s request, His whole family warned him that the “Sials” (Sahiba’s brothers) were not the type of people he’d want to mess around with as they were hot-headed and aggressive. Mirza didn’t care about a word they said, all he knew was that he loved Sahiba and they had to be together.

 Mirza arrived  during Sahiba’s mehndi ceremony and carried her away. Sahiba’s brothers got to know about this and decided to follow them.

 On the way, as Mirza lies under the shade of a tree to rest for a few moments, that’s the time when Sahiba’s brothers catch up with them.

 Sahiba on seeing her brothers, sided with them and broke the arrows in Mirza’s quiver knowing very well that Mirza was a very good marksman and would have killed a few of her brothers.. Hence the famous phrase that arose in Punjab at that time “Sahiba Bani Bharavaan di .. Bhaiyaan ton Yaar Marwata!.” .. Meaning Sahiba took her brother’s side and helped in getting her lover murdered by the brothers …

NOW this is where my thought comes..

First  Mirza when he knew he is being followed .. Why did he have to rest, He should have carried on he reached his village where his brothers would have helped him …

Why did his brothers not follow him to help him

Secondly WHY did Sahiba break his arrows..  My reasons to ask

1. She knows she was being forced into a marriage cause the family did not accept her relation with Mirza…

2. She had called Mirza to come and get her.

3. When Mirza took her away she knew that her brothers would not take this easily and going by Punjab’s standards they would be ready to do anything to avenge this insult.

4. Why did she break the arrows… If Mirza had his arms who knows it might have been a different Folk lore ..

In the end she could not bear the death of her beloved and kills herself.. but if we stop the story and think of it just before she kills herself then she was wrong 🙂

So what are your opinions of this .. if this was todays story who would be at fault or the Wrong one here .. She should have stuck with the love of her life no matter what..  Mirza did his job to perfection when the Love of his life called him, he did not bother about his own life but went to get it ..

Dont you think such stories happen a lot in our society a lot these days, people spend years promising the world, Talking of the Undieing love for each other..

I will do this for you, do that for you.. if we separate i will kill myself and all that bollocks but majority of the time when the Fun of love goes away its time to go into the arms of another man/woman. So common these days dont you think..

PS:- Legend has it that Mirza and Sahiba will keep reincarnating until they don’t finally get together.

PSS:-Out of all the legendary stories originating from Punjab, Mirza Sahiba’s story is the only story where the male’s name comes first and then the female’s

This song comes for All my blog friends , all who visit me, young – old- kids-adults- elders  Please just listen to the song .. close your eyes and listennnnnnn

and LET THE CHILD In you Come out … Have a Great Monday PEOPLE and a lovely Week…. Bless you alllllllll … love you all take care now

WHAT EVER YOU ARE DOING .. DROP IT ALL.. DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU ARE IN UR OFFICE OR HOME or ON PHONE .. LISTENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNn and SMILEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

the above link is failing  try this

Give a little time for the child within you,
don’t be afraid to be young and free.
Undo the locks and throw away the keys
and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.
La, la, la…

Run through the meadow and scare up the milking cows
Run down the beach kicking clouds of sand
Walk a windy weather day, feel your face blow away
Stop and listen: Love you.

Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown
Ride on a roller coaster upside down
Waltzing Matilda, Carey loves a kinkatchoo
Joey catch a kangaroo, hug you.

Dandylion, milkweed, silky on a sunny sky
Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by
Balloons down below catching colors of the rainbow
red, blue and yellow-green: I love you.

Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream candy
Lollypops, popsicles, licorice sticks
Solomon Grundy, Raggedy Andy
Tweedledum and Tweedledee, home free

Cowboys and Indians, puppydogs and sandpails
Beachballs and baseballs and basketballs, too.
I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugarpops
I’ll hug you and kiss you and love you
La, la, la… Love you.

Thursday Challenge  “MANY” (Candies, Crowd, Paperclips, Coins, Collections,…)

One is not enough.. So much WORK 🙂

 

Just to Show off how much I have to work .. 😦

PS:- I got interviewed by a great blogger , do go and check it out if and when you get time 🙂 Click here to see it 🙂

Another of those weird things that come to mind, been continuously asking myself the question on

How de we know we have friends ?   
 Are the people who talk to us , or chat with us our friends, I have been blogging for almost a year now , so many people have come to my space , written a few things , we have talked to each other , I have had email conversations , talked on GTalk and other messenger tools , Some I talk to regularly .. Some have indeed become very good friends But the question that comes to mind a lot of times is are we all really good friends.

Do you know when i am sad or happy or what is going on in my life, I bet a few will be nodding there heads that yeah they know.. but I am not talking of YOU .. So stop nodding and think.. I usually dont make friends easy, but when i do , I try to keep it and would do anything for a friend.

Dont take me wrong I have made so many friends via my blog, who have helped me when i was down, To some i even owe my life for being there and holding me up..

I have had some good laughs with all, but the question that comes to my mind is HOW DO WE KNOW that we are friends , does this coming to the blog, leaving a comment show we are friends.

Most of you who have chatted with me will know I am sort of fool , who thinks from the heart first rather than mind, which by the way I HATE IN MYSELF wish and please pray that I become clever please please

Why do we make relations ?

Second question that comes to mind all the time is why do we make a relation especially when we know we will not be honouring it. I mean do we actually realise that if we lead on someone we might actually be hurting them.

Why do we rush to make a relation at the drop of a hat and then break it at the next drop of hat ?

 Do we actually respect the relation that we make or do we jsut do it for the sake of it , To me Friendship is a Relation so when you say Oh we are friends Do you mean it OR is it jsut way of the talk..

What is the terminology of good friends ?

Who is a good friend, dont we have to be a good human being to be a good friend.  In my small life i have had a lot of experiences good and bad , I can vouch for one thing that even if i am able to change the past I will not want to change anything, I have had a good life so many people have touched my life and I am happy and fine with all that has happened..

It has Made me Wiser well so I think .. time will prove 🙂

When people break or move away then WHY ?

Why do they start moaning and cribbing oh how much i miss that person, and how a few things in life reminds them of what use to be.. WELL IF IT DOES REMIND YOU THEN WHY DONT YOU TAKE THE FIRST STEP AND GO BACK...  Otherwise stop writing such useless and stupid notes and thinking like that.. first you play a game with someone’s emotions , drop them like a nobody then write such stuff , Who you trying to make a fool again.

oops a lots of Why’s…..

I recently had a very good experience that sort of made me ask these questions , I am not sure if others also feel the same way as I do.  Does it make me a fool if I accept and think of you as a GOOD FRIEND when you say we are friends .. or should I be suspicious and give it a lot of thought before opening up.