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Sitting on my suite middle of the night , i did not have anything better to do then give the UP and DOWN arrow buttons on the Digibox Remote a good run, first went all the way up then all the way down.. Nothing seemed to catch my eye.

The programs that I loved to watch somehow were not coming.

Some obscene serials were coming on which were not making any head or tail to me , which left me wondering was it the serials or was it Me who could not make any sense of them. Somehow for some reason i started to think.. (yeah i know , thinking and me DON’T GO TOGETHER, I am more of done it .. OOOOPS what did i do or WHY did i do it sort of guy)

So there is me thinking, in middle of the night.. wondering what can i possible do to make the otherwise boring time a bit exciting.

1. I thought I could go for a long drive.. YEAH RIGHT.. get on to the motorway driving aimlessly.. no fun.. The motorways are all lit up brightly, nothing coming in front of you so it all sounded stupid to me.

Now on other hand If it was in my hometown.. I knew exactly what I would have done.. sneaked out of the room, the front door makes too much noise so I have to be real careful opening it , I need to oil the hinge I decide every time yet it is still there making all the noise, cause if it wakes up my dad than believe me , He would still slap me even if I am 22 or 23 years old .. now if I was in UK I could have him Arrested for the assault 🙂 he he I know I am evil that way A lot of you have said that in the previous post too.

but in india it would have lead to a few more slaps.. so open the door real slowly, roll my bike off the stand.. roll it a bit further.. then ride it to my best mates house.. He sleeps in the outside room, next to the garage.. his bed is next to the window.. so I can put my hand in to shake him up awake.. ( I did that once and to my bad luck his grand-dad had come from village, i had no clue whose hair-head i had in my hand, shaking , oye  uthe jaa yaar, Uth ja (wake up , Wake up)  …

to my horror the voice came OYE kaun hai .. Kaun hai..  (Whose there, Who is There) oooops I ran so fast I could have defeated Carl lewis that day.. )

Then we both could go to morni hills.. now that is something really exciting .. driving through the narrow hill roads, every now and then two shiny eyes looking at us.. a Deer, Fox or panther.. and Us silly guys turning the bike towards it , driving to it .. narrowly missing the Khud on other side.. But hey we were not thinking then WERE WE.. thats the beauty of it .. Just do it .. pity i am still the same.. need to change …

Driving all the way up to find the Hotel up there is CLOSED, yeah right as if we did not know that when we started .. but it the fun the excitement …

Alas Here I am sitting on the Suite THINKING what to do ……..

2. I could go to a friend’s house here, ring his bell have a beer with him but then I am sure to hear him say WTF, DO you see the time Bik. Are you mad. I am sorry I got work tomorrow mate..

On Other hand If I was in my hometown, if My dad was asleep, If he did not wake up,  If there was petrol in the bike and IF I had money (toooo many If’s.. but that’s the Fun of it .. Cause today dad is not home .. so Two if’s taken care of .. Got enough petrol to reach a friends house.. Money WHO needs money ).. I could go to Vikram’s house, who sleeps on the top floor alone, the stairs are from outside as well, so no problem of waking grand-dad’s.. and I know for sure he will have money.. cause

( psssttttt….. HE IS RICH GUY… yayyyyyyyyyyy) … wake him up, he will never say WTF, he will get up and give me a big JAFFFI (hug)..

but his first words would be “Raaat bahut hai yaar SO JA”.. (Its too late, go to sleep)

I would say let’s go ..

He would look at me smiling , without a second thought he would say chal.. main aya.

His pet dialogue “Let me change my Jean”.. he says that all the time .. even if he is wearing a jean he would say “Let me change my jean”.. 🙂 then we would off course go and Shake my friend’s granddad’s Hair ha haha But today its lucky it is him alone in the room.. He would have his Bike but now we are three , not even .. so one would be alone.. Lets go wake up one more .. we go wake up babbar.. so all go together to AROMA sector 22 Chandigarh.. For a Pastry or Ice cream.. its open 24 hours.. The ice-creams they have there are WOW, especially the DREAMBOAT.. I always have that, I make Babbar also choose it, cause I know he can’t have all of it, so I get to EAT his too.. why not its the most expensive, and VIKRAM is with us.. he will pay.. CAUSE He will never say WTF.

3. I could …….. well a lot more but the rest tomorrow .. I am feeling very sleepy now, I can hear the birds outside, Not the Koyal in summers as in India, or the Maina’s .. but still birds are leaving their nests to get started for the day.. I got to sleep yet.. wake up.. get ready for work.. same old thing…

Oh I might come back tonight, if not very tired do the same thing.. leading to thinking.. and WHAT I COULD DO……..

so 3 ,4 ,5 ,6 …. some other day then…

RIP Sr. Nirmal Singh Saini

Posted: May 1, 2012 in FriendShip
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My best friend Babbar’s dad passed away yesterday. He was suffering from cancer. I feel saddened as I know how it feels to lose the person who stands as a pillar in your life.

I remember Uncle as a very soft-spoken person. I have never seen him raise his voice.

Uncle was a gazetted officer and worked as a civilian officer with the Air Force. I can recall one of the pranks that Babbar and I played, when we had to counter-sign some forms. Babbar and I stole his stamps and signed the forms ourselves. I have no idea if he ever came to know about this.

There was an open ground behind Babbar’s home, where we used to play cricket often. And Uncle would be doing gardening in his little field, where he sowed vegetables. Our ball would always fall in the field and irritate him.

The usual memories, when Babbar and I would go to each others’ homes as buddies.. Uncle was such a soft person.

It is a loss that can never be filled, and we all have to learn to live with it. May he rest in Peace and wish his family and near and dear ones strength to face this loss bravely. Makes me sad I am not there for my friend in this hour of need.

I had NCC in college Air Wing. We had a Vayu-Sainik Camp which was to be held in Lucknow. Prior to that, a Pre-Vayu Sainik camp was held in Ludhiana, Punjab, where contingents from all over Punjab and Haryana participated where we were to be selected to represent Punjab.We boarded a train from Ludhiana to Lucknow.  As it so happened, it was the time when the Ayodhya problem was going on. The trains were filled up with people going to Ayodhya. We found that our bogey was already full of such people and no one agreed to give us space to sit, although we had the bogey all booked. So, what happened next,  happened in a jiffy.Someone pushed my friend Babbar and everything went haywire. The whole group of cadets went berserk. We threw each one of those guys out of the bogey to reclaim our berths. And so started the adventure, on the journey towards Lucknow.

Early morning, the train stopped at a place called Bareilly.It was a bit cold and the tea vendors came serving tea in earthen pots. Mahipal is another friend of mine who is very naughty and pulls pranks every now and then. Well, he was sitting on the berth next to the door.He was ordering tea for everybody. We all thought Mahipal is being very hearty buying tea for everyone, little did we know of his plan. Well, the train blew the horn, ready to move, and we could hear the guy arguing with him over some money. As the train started to move, we could hear the tea guy saying “Babu ji, paisa de do.. Nahin to acha nahin hoga”(give me the money or it wont be good for you)… but Mahipal did not budge. As the train caught speed, we could not believe what the tea man did!  He filled a couple of cups with HOT TEA and threw it inside at us!!! And NOW, Mahipal had no SMILE, he was actually in pain where the hot tea had spilt on him. I would have loved to have a Camera at that time to take some pictures of full of Pain Mahipal 🙂

Just got over this episode, when we found that one of the cadets, oh bless! I have forgotten his name let’s call him “A”, he was found hanging for dear life at the door of the next bogey. We could see him banging the door, but no one was opening it. It was scary and we tried pulling the chain but the train would not stop. We were shouting, screaming but a moving train no one could listen. Then someone had the idea of waving red clothes, we had our shirts, tees, turbans all red-coloured,  waving outside. We crossed a few stations and about half an hour later, the train started to slow down. The moment it stopped, each one of us rushed out,shouting for the people in the next bogey to open the doors.. The train guard – the driver all came over.. We found that the next bogey was full of Army personnel and they had a lot of ammunition in the bogey. They didn’t open the door fearing they were being attacked! HOW STUPID THE EXCUSE SEEMS!!  (Thinking now had we got mobile phones we could have rung the emergency people or the police , to alert them about what was going on , It could have ended in a tragedy this little episode.)

Finally we reached Lucknow station to find out that the city was under curfew. We had nowhere to go, there were so many people on the platform. We took a corner, put all our luggage and stuff and sat waiting for some news. An hour or so later, we saw Mahipal come running with a couple of dozens of bananas. “Eat them, eat them.. hurry!!!”, he started to change his clothes while we had the bananas. Then we saw a man come with a big can, to tell us the story that he had been conned into selling bananas in exchange for 5 ltr can of kerosene oil .What had happened was Mahipal had found an empty kerosene canister, filled it with water, obviously the upper layer was full of oil. Hence the barter was made and the poor man, pranked. 😀

So, the adventure continued for the next 20 days in Lucknow which was under curfew, while our camp was in the army area. But more fun started when the girls’ contingent arrived. Each day after 5pm, the whole lot of us would make sure to have a bath and get ready in our best clothes to impress the girls. IT was in that camp that I first saw a beautiful girl. It was love at first sight, at least from my side :). 50% I was in …

After the initial few days of doing the typical boy thing walking around her, making sure I was there when she came out of girls camp site, the whole camp almost knew about this. I am sure she knew it too, although she denied knowing it. I was trying every possible way to get to talk to her but never got an opportunity something or the other always came in between. It was typical Bollywood scenes.

We were the bad boys of the camp, ended up in so many fights with other boys to prove that Punjab boys were the strongest. One day,we had this massive fight with the Agra boys. We had a boy on floor, me on top of him in a duel, and guess who comes by, SHE!  The Camp Commandant gets to hear about our heroics, well it was heroics then, so what happens he calls me and Babbar to have a word with him, and IT HAD TO BE right in front of the Girls Camp gate!  The CC is shouting at us.. he goes onto say “You with the RED Jacket, who do you think you are, You hit me 20 times I will not fall down But If I give you one punch, you will go flying”.. I HAD TO LAUGH AT THE DIALOGUE.. because I was almost 6ft, well-built and this guy was about 5ft 4inches, thin, Oh I so wanted to punch the living daylights out of him. AT THAT precise moment, the girl’s dinner bell goes, out comes SHE, watching me shouted at.

I have never felt so embarrassed in my life! I am sure she wished she had a camera to take a quick picture of me at that time 🙂

Soon, all the girls – even the ones from Chandigarh contingent stopped talking to us.

On the last day of the camp, we had a cultural show. The boys were performing the Bhangra, the girls had their Gidha, after our performance we were all standing together when my friends started to push me towards her, it was out in the open. I finally got the courage to go up to her and proposed to her the typical Punjabi style .. “I want to be fraaannds with you”  To which she replied we are already friends ..OH now what… I blurted “No not that way, the other way” 🙂 …she walked away I did not see her again that evening.

Next day we were to take the trains back to Punjab, I tried my level best to look for her, she was nowhere to be found, It was turmoil, my Sargent was shouting at me to hurry , in the end with a heavy heart thinking this is it I jumped in the last truck ferrying us to the station. My love story finished before it started…

We reached the station to find that there were two trains that we were booked on. Our train was at about 3pm, the girls’ train was at about 5pm. I was waiting, fingers crossed that there was still a chance to see her but luck was running away. Meanwhile, Mahipal was at his tricks, he was going around collecting money to go and buy some kebabs. Sometime later, he returned with them. As we had the first kebab, he made a comment saying they are beef … oooops with so many people into religion, we could see them trying to vomit it all out and GUESS what more kebabs for us.

As I was feasting on the kebab, Babbar told me “she” wants to talk to me, Oh my god, I went up to “HER”, there she was smiling, I didn’t know what to say when she handed me something gift wrapped,  (The reason I could not see her all day was because she was running around for a gift  for me .. awwww  (I know) ) ..  I was gob smacked did not know what to say, Opened the present it said “Dear Bikram .. Lots of Love R”..  That was a MIRACLE.. How did it happen , why did it happen ..

I don’t remember what we talked or what I even said. But I was the happiest person on that platform, I remember sitting on one those army trunks talking for so long. My friends making funny faces at us, while her friends kept doing the same to her.

Then came the time to board the trains,  I did not want to go, so I went to Babbar and told him I Want to go in the next train, he was like how is it possible, We found out that 10 boys of Ambala contingent were going in the same bogey as the girls (lucky devils, i cursed the person who had booked out tickets). We talked to their Sergeant but he would not budge saying do what we may, we will not be allowed to go in the girls’ bogey.

oooops…

I was not going to give up, First time in my life some girl had liked me, was talking to me , so now the race started to find someone to swap my place, but no one would agree. Who would want to do that, go with boys when they could go with such lovely beautiful girls in the same bogey… So we had to do what we had to do.

The 3pm train started to move… We caught hold of  two guys from Ambala , dragged them to our bogey, where they were kept hold of. Both the trains were to pass the station at Bareilly, the idea was at Bareilly, the idea was I will get down there, wait for the second train to come, board it and be with HER.  It would be dark, hopefully the Sergeant won’t see me enter the bogey.

Bareilly station came I got down with a friend, waited for the second train to come, then started looking for the bogey… suddenly I heard a voice “Bikram”… oh bless the sweetest voice.. another MIRACLE She had kept a seat for me next to her’s… we talked and talked the whole night, the next day… we both expressed our love for each other. So that’s how my LOVE started.

Wish in those days we had the luxury of Mobile phones or Cameras, to take pictures it would have been so beautiful to have captured those moments in camera, or the mobile phone would have come very handy when trying to figure out what bogey she was sitting in. Today, everything has become so easy, with the Internet and smart phones making love easier than before. But those times were difficult times, and who knows how many such love stories must be floating in the hearts of many a people like me.

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The post on My friend Babbar .. well He finally replied back and I am chuffed at what he had to say .. So I thought I would put it here as most of you who had emailed me and commented how he will feel , came out true..

Yaar you really made me weep today. And at the same timemade my day. I love you darling. I really miss you and you are always in myheart, but these emails FB, phone calls are really not my cup of tea. But I amimproving (ha ha ha). Sorry I got late in reading the mail, but it is all myloss. I have always treasured you and our friendship. The world (Our small one)knows about it. Thanks a lot for writing such a nice account of me and ourfriendship. No one has ever made me feel so important, big and rich. I am luckyto have Yaar Anmule like you. You were always my “Jaan”

and will remain so forever. Love you yaar te tu bus aaja.We will relive our good old days. Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!

Babbar

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The picture post of the lovely lady dressed in White…

This is what I got with the picture

– For young men, it’s a picture of a lady with a nice arse but only the most observant will notice that she is crossing a street.

– The really observant will notice that she is wearing a thong.

– For older men, she appears to be a respectable woman – with a nice butt on her way to work.

– Wiser men will ponder the presence of mind of the photographer to take the shot in the face of such beauty and be grateful that they shared it with humanity.

– For half of the women, this is an ordinary woman who should not have left home dressed that way.

– The other half will think and wonder where she bought that blouse.

-Older women will imagine the misery that the woman’s BUTT will cause by the time she reaches 50.

– But only children, the extremely intelligent and the celibate will notice that the taxi is being driven by a dog.

(SO you want to go back and check your replies he he he he he )  🙂

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Leave you with a Song..  doing a Musical Monday after Ages 🙂

A golden Punjabi by none other but the best Shiv Kumar Batalvi.. Hope you all like it ..  I would request all those who don’t understand panjabi to do a search and find the meaning .. I can assure it is worth the hassle doing it.. One of India’s best poets although as usual when he was alive not many knew of him, sung by another of India’s best the King of Ghazals Late Jagjit singh..

I can put the lyrics but I can’t do justice to the words so don’t know how to do any translation .. If anyone out there knows Punjabi well then Please do so for all of us to enjoy it better ..

I have got a translation hope it helps … but please anyone else out there who can do more justice Please do so …

Maye Ni Maye, Main Ek Shikra Yaar Banaya,mother hey mother I befriended a hawk   (shikra =Hawk)

ohde Sir De Kalgi, Te pairi Jhanjhar, te O Chog Chuginda Aaya,  plume on his head, n bells on his feet, he came pecking 4 grain  (kalgi=plume, Chog=grain , chuginda = pecking)

Ek ohde Roop Dee Dhup Teekheri, te Dooja Mehka Da Tirhaya,  one his beauty was as sharp as sun  and 2nd  was thirsty fragrance

Teeja ohda Rang Gulabi, ho Kise Gori Maa Da Jaya,  3rd his color was the color of rose , He was born from a fair mother

Ishqe Da Ek Palang Nawari, ve Assan Channania vich daya, Tann Di Chaaddar Ho Gayi Maili, Os Pair Ja Palgi Paya,  i laid a bed of love , in the moonlight, my body sheet was stained the instant he laid his foot on my bed!

Ni ohde chet di aathan, ate zulfee saavan chaaya ,hothaa de vich kahte da koi dihoon chadne te aaya  his eyes were an evenning in spring, his hair a dark cloud, his lips, a rising autumn dawn

Dukkhan mere Naina De Koye, Te vich Harh Hanjua Da Aaya, Sari Raat gayi vich socha, Us A Ki zulm Kamaaya,   corners of my eyes hurt and a flood of tears engulfed me , all night went thinking what he did this to me 

Bolla de vich paun pure di ni o koilaan da hamsaaya ,chitte dand jyon dhaano bagla tori maar udaaya  his words had eastern breeze blowing like the sound of a nightingale , his smile was the whiteness of a crane in the rice field , taking flight at the clap of a hand

Subha Savere Laini Vattna, ve Assa Mal Mal os Navaya, Dehi de vicho Niklan Chin gaa, te saada Haath Gaya kumlaya,   early in the morning, with vattna (a paste used to cleansing skin), I scrubbed n bathed my body but embers kept bursting out and my hands flagged

Choori Kuttta Ta O Khanda Naahi, ve Assa Dil Da Maas Khwaya, Ek Udaari Aisi Maari, O Mud Vatnee Na Aaya,  prepared choori but he doesnt eat ,I gave him the flesh of my heart , he took such a takeoff, never came back home

maaye ni…ni mai ik shikra yaar banaya

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Disclaimer :- Long post .. But people who love their friends and miss them will understand it all

This post has taken a long time to be published, has been sitting in my drafts for so long. been editing it so often..

Here I am trying to revisit the good old days as they say , college times .. I am sure a lot of people by now know how we both met, it was an astonishing moment , One day Ravi (my first friend in college) came up to me, I was tall and big had big huge moustaches gave the impression that I was wickedddddddd (no one knew the secret, it was the other way round actually) .. saying he has had an argument with someone , set up a time and we have to go to beat up this guy.. So we went to the ground behind the campus.. Me and Ravi… in a few minutes another guy came with a Short, stocky, Smart Sardar..who had an immaculate turban on..

Till today I have no idea why it happened or how it happened instead of a FIGHT it ended up by making a deal that instead of a big fight why not let Ravi and the guy settle their differences one to one.. Brilliant , me and the sardar shook hands and That day I met my best, my darling my sweety pie my cutie pie he he he he  Sukhvir Singh (AKA babbar).. till date he is my best mate.. Thus started the days of glory, through him I met so many people rather all my mates now I met through him, oh boy but was he angry, he was short but his temper oh my god, no matter who was in front, he went for it..

So that’s how we met, College time was wow time for me because of friends I had, we did a lot of things together movies, roaming around, NCC etc etc.. A few points I wanted to share here reminiscing the good old days..

Each time I have called him up from UK, it brings that COOL sense of happiness to hear him say hello and when you speak he recognises the voice in millionth of a second and then the voice changes to “OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”.. now that is the best feeling one can have, especially for those who have left friends-family behind and come to foreign shores.. Then during the conversations he will always say “TUN AAJAA YAAR MANN” (you just come).. That is the moment where you feel like dropping everything  and Just go.

We both have argued with each other but I don’t remember any occasion where we have fallen out on any thing, almost every evening after college was spent with him , a couple of others ( I will write about them too).. I use to live the furthest so I would go to his house in evening and then from there we went wherever we had to go , to spend the rest of the evening.

A few incidents come to mind each time I think of Babbar, I remember during NCC Days we had a camp for 15 days in a village in Punjab , it was Diwali day and we planned to go to the gurudwara Sahib , on way back there was a brick Kiln.. and you know how big-hearted Punjabi’s are.. the owner called us in and invited us to a glass or two of MILK , special milk , this was full of Bhang and a couple of KILO of Jalebi’s .. NCC camps hardly get stomach full of food so we drank and ATE..

Then moved to the camp only to find we were getting high and The Commanding officer too saw us , Not a good idea , by the time we reached the camp he had everything ready .. WE were to Fall in within 5 minutes and Our dear Sukhi was to lead us in parade , The punishment was for us to march while for him was to go over to the other side of the POND and shout commands .. I on other hand was saved as I was representing Chandigarh in Skeet shooting so I was sent to air force station to do that .. The day off it was to be we ended up working the whole of chandigarh group. I was so drunk and high that I shot 9 out of 10 clay pigeons BRING THEM ON.. sukhi was not happy when I came back as they were made to go up and down the ground a few times …

I have somehow felt that Babbar has always been my savior for some reason each time I was in trouble he would be there, In one wedding a few guys had a tiff with me and I found my self alone, as a guy asked me to dare come out of the marriage hall.. I being a scary cat which i am was still thinking of what to do .. In comes Babbar and he gave them guys such a blasting they will remember all their life..

Also a few coincidences have so happened that It is really a miracle that we have not got into serious trouble , Once I went up to his house to find that he was getting ready on asking , he just said good i turned up and asked me to accompany him , it was later I found out that a guy we knew , had some sort of fight with guys , there We were together going to beat up the guys … 

I am not sure how my life would have been had it not been for him, he has been always there through thick and thin always .. He was the one who rode my scooter which i had just spend thousand to get repainted and all .. and drove it right into an oncoming car.. my heart broke into pieces to see the scooter again mangled , who cares about the bruises suffered by him, he is a man he will Live 🙂

He got married when I came to UK , I missed his wedding and i will never forgive myself I so wanted to attend his wedding , he has a beautiful wife who is again a gem of a person .. Each time I have gone to india they have not let me go to my own house as my home was all locked up , I end up spending my time with them, I jsut have to phone him up and tell him arriving on such and such date and he makes sure that he takes time off work and all ..

I am truly blessed to have him, I know we hardly speak on phone so much time goes by , but the moment i book my tickets he is the first one to know and when i tell him THAT voice haunts me MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN  COMEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and that excitement .. We have done some weird things during our college times some good some bad but now we sit down thinking they all bring smiles to the face.

He is such a person , he has not got a FB account, he hardly uses email, I email him but he doesn’t reply , I hope he reads this article where I want to shout at top of my voice I HATE YOU BABBAR 🙂 .. Oh man I miss him so much. If you are reading this do you remember the days my friend , Going to Patiala for Ashwani’s wedding on way back , we almost got Shot by Punjab police thinking we were some sort of Terrorists ..

Do you remember the uphill trips, the going up by the back route , the fountain …

Do you remember the camps NCC lucknow, Patiala, Ludhiana, The clearing of the PABT written test in hisar .. The SSB interviews at various places .. especially the one in Dehradun 🙂 that was hilarious we had fun brother .. Still cant understand how we could not get through.. the ones who everyone said should get into army. How the Sikh guy who refused to go inside a Temple because it was a HINDU temple got selected.. and how another one who hated muslims got through.  

But I guess we are better off now, Had we got through I am sure we would both be Dead by now, trying to get over an enemy tank to our side of the land 🙂  All that happen’s .. happens for good.

And best of all This is hilarious (if you have reached till here everyone listen to this), I got a job as a manager-instructor all in one in a computer institute which had just opened , it had no students as it was still being renovated, Babbar was un employed at that time, I would get up in morning as I headed to work his house would be on way.. I would pick him up and go to this institute to open it .. waiting for potential students to come etc..  around 11ish the Whisky shop would open and we would buy half a bottle from there ordering some samose or something from katani sweets.. Pour half each in Big steel glasses and have it .. eat the samosa’s ..  THEN close the shutters down of the institute.. and head for Punjab University  for a GEDI he he he he By the time we reached UNI we use to be up in the seven sky ..

Each day we met , each day there was some funny thing that happened If  I start to write all of them It will turn out to be a book.. I long to get back to maybe repeat a few of these events..

The going to weddings, we had a pact that anyone who had a wedding in family, all friends will goto that wedding.. one I remember is a party I got an invite to , it was a very private. I had not clue about, as was promised all of us reached .. it so happened that in that party there were more of us then the actual invitees.. it was embarrassing but WHO CARES we had fun ate stomach full and drinks too 🙂

The late night Pinjore garden trips, The various arguments over girls.

The trekking expeditions, getting lost in jungle, almost getting one of our big huge friend killed ..

The sundays of Playing cards, the whole days spent on a RS. 10. BET it was war, me and him always the partner winning losing.

Another Hilarious episode was Three of us on Two scooters, Babbar & vikram on one and me alone of another one.. It was Babbar’s Elder brothers scooter.. we are going nicely , a roundabout came.. I went straight shouting come this way , come this way .. Babbar went left looking at me shouting no no this way .. They failed to see the curb on the road and BAM.. both of them on the Road.. Poor Scooter.. the tension was not of the bruises again it was how to get the Scooter sorted before big brother found out.. We had a mechanic who did all this jobs for us he he he he ..

I was doing some classes for something, One of our mates JOHAR came from hisar to meet , he and Babbar came to where I was .. I sneaked out .. now again Babbar & johar on one scooter , me on another we are going .. me following them and Mr. Babbar suddenly decided to turn Right .. BAM I went into them and they both went flying.. Again forget the bruises the scooter needs to be checked ..

The festival celebrations, the arguments whose house we would end of celebrating .. The first EVER dance party organised .. Was by him in his house on the roof .. so many girls came, luckily I was invited to it too.. 

The Holi times, we would all get together and make sure we went to EVERY girls house we knew, the look on their faces was PRICELESS.. the OH look boys have come to this girls house..

A couple of weddings we got done of the Lovers , whose parents would not agree.. 

Some things in life one can never forget.. I have had such a beautiful life that I just  long to od it all over again , wish there was a roll back switch  to do it .. I would not want to do anything ever differently. All that happened when it happened AS it happened I would love to repeat it all over again ..

Those were the good old days .. and Then LIFE Happened and we all separated ..

This year has come with a Date the will never ever happen again for a 1000 (thousand) years .. I surly will not be alive to see it … The 11th Day of the 11 Month and 11th year of the 2000 …  and Yes its my birthday Today …   I was born on this day early morning in a small village in Punjab , which had just about 8-9 houses at that time ..  My Nana ji use to live in a big village but the land he had was about  5-6 miles away, So he had packed up everything and made a house in the middle of the fields and soon others followed who had their lands nearby..

I am told as was the tradition during those days, My mother came to her parents house when she was nearing the due time .. It was a bright day the day I was born.  A telegram was rushed to Chandigarh where my Dad was living .. my Dada ji was the first one to come over to see me, he did not know I was born , He was busy with some Punjab elections he just coincidentally was visiting.

So on this fateful day ME was born 🙂  A lot is going on in the media about how special this day is , how the sun and scorpion etc etc are in perfect shape so lets hope tonight I win the Friday european lottery .. please everyone pray for that for me .. and I hope the wish does come true … ahmmm and ooops someone remind me to go put the lottery tomorrow tooo.. wont win if I don’t put it 🙂

I know we have not met with each other all those people who come and visit this blog , But please take a minute out…

Those who don’t drink have a some coke-shoke – paani-waani .. and those who drink have a peg-sheg . daroo-sharoo …

Cheers everyone .. .. Thank you all who are wishing me , wished me and those who forgot my birthday in spite of me mentioning everywhere making a big issue of it at all the places 😦 .. not happy now .

ok enough of tantrum .. (lets see who all remembered he he he 🙂  put you all on a spot )

UPDATE (12th November)
PS:- Thank you so very much Everyone who sent their wishes .. God bless you all Everyone .. I am blessed and god has been kind ot me to have such lovely people around THANK YOU……

A few of lovely people wrote lovely articles for me , to make this day a special one .. Thanks to them all specially to Punam Jr of Dreamzz forever

and NRIGIRL    and  “A”  of  Simply Speaking for the beautiful Gesture, And each one of the people who commented on those posts and wished me all those lovely wishes .. Thank you so much to EACH ONE OF THEM.. I am so lucky to have got so many wishes all day long ..

 

Chhavi  from The Boken Rib who wrote the following poem for me ..

Yummy cakes with chocolate icing,
Multi-coloured balloons.
Champagne is always welcome.
A carnival inside a room.

Bright ribbons so delightful
Friends who stay wide awake
Not for your birthday, silly.
Just for a slice of cake. ;) ;-)

Many many happy returns of the day, Bikram. I want my slice of the cake ;-);-)

 

Thank you EVERYONE , I want to personally say thanks to EACH one and all those who wished me on Facebook too, I had my wall full of wishes .. and the Ten’s of emails 🙂 THANK YOU THANK YOU.. I can’t say Thank you enough times to each one you .. YOU ALL ARE SUCH BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE .. God bless you all …

A few moments which make me feel happy and thank the person who intoduced me to blogging.

Last night I came back very late at night and went straight to sleep… Got up went for my run as I was changing to get ready I picked up my phone to see if i had any calls or anything, We had a busy shift and did not get time to talk to a few of my collegues, So I was expecting a few messages .  There were about 20+ messages and few missed calls … Then I went to check my inbox and wow so many emails, I rarely get so many emails other than junk.. but this time the inbox had some very familiar names All asking if I was doing ok.

The riots in london and now spreading to birmingham and all have got people worried about me .. this made me smile I know I should not given the gravity of the situation.. so many of blogger friends have shown the concern, I cant tell you how much blessed I feel. Blogosphere has been so very nice to me .. Thank you, all of you who took time and effort to write the emails and send me sms , and the comments on the previous article.

I am really honoured and I hope and pray I can be of any use and am worthy of all this love and affection that you all have shown me .. THANK YOU.

All My friends in London-Birmingham and other riot hit areas take care please, Be safe and dont do anything silly.. Any help needed give me a shout, and Dont panic.  It will be fine and under control fingers crossed very soon.

I AM FINE and doing well so far, nothing of concern.  God bless you all.. lots of love and wishes to all of you CHEEERSSSSSSSSS ..

I may not be able to read all your posts and comment this week because of the sudden work that has come up 🙂 please bear with me will come to your places sooon. Stay safe and smile…

Ps:. do get worried if you dont hear from/of me  for more than a week … He he he eheh 🙂 Have a great week People.

PSS:- Have a look at this .. can you recognise anyone .. do inform http://catchalooter.tumblr.com/

Thanks everyone for always being there 🙂 Have a great Wednesday…

Thursday Challenge :- This Weeks  Topic is HAPPY (Celebrations, Parties, Gifts, Enjoyment,…)

INDIAaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……  Guess which one is me in all the photos 🙂

Ladies Man .. me..
Yaar Beli ban Ban Toliyaan 🙂

Nostalgic time , I am a very emotional person and since living in uk for so long I thought i would not get this emotional over a issue of being HOMESICK.. but today of all the days it was one of those days ..

I got up as usual 6am went around doing what i do everyday reached work around 9, the usual good mornings, gossip and all booted my machine and after replying to the work emails, getting the coffee sat down to read a blog.. That made me a bit teary..

I then went to my gmail to check my email, I had a link to a song , I rarely listen to songs at work, dont know why or what made me click the link and after the first 2 or 3 lines on the songs the waterworks started, my collegue was looking at me astonished whats happened a grown man with waterworks.. IT was one of those things where i was not crying but eyes were flooded, i could not stop .. the song went on and i cried …

I am sure you all are wondering what a horrible song it might have been, but beleive me if you listen to it you all will know what i mean..

Reminding me of my friends back home and around the world.. Anup, Babbar,cherry, ravi, vikram, ajay, ashwani ,Handle (bhupi), sandy, chander, Balli, gagan, .. that was a different time when we were in college .. nothing to worry about, having the fun of our lives studying in college well that was the idea to go and study rather it was fun time , no worry about the world, not afraid of anything or anyone  what all we did in those days …

I remember the famous dialogue of Rang de basanti movie that

Inside the gates of college We made life dance on our fingertips and on the other side of the college life has made us ,

and it is making us dance to its tunes .. and we are just dancing no matter what we do just cant stop..  all those big dreams We will do this , the time when 100 stood in front and we are just 10 the ability to say COME ON.. seems to be slowly going away Get tired so soon of the daily problems and tensions in life…

I so want to go back home GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Jsut a few minutes ago one of my friends Vikram came online this is the conversation i had with him

 
Bik: OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Vikram: yes dear
Vikram: paaajiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bik: yaar good man
Bik: aj bahut yaad aa rahi si
Bik: yaraaaan di
Bik: and u came
Bik: niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: I know…same here
Vikram: gana suneya …
Bik: yessssssssss
Bik: chal riha hai
Bik: on a looop
Vikram: Yaar anmulee
Vikram: Asi China ja ke log tang karte..gana baja baja ke
Bik: yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Bik: ey shabaaasheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: Great song..bahat changa hai
Bik: yes
Vikram: Cheery was just here
Vikram: we were away for coffee
Vikram: just back
Bik: yaar main aa jana india
Vikram: AAAA jaa na
Vikram: Hun tan Babbar vi aa geya chd
Vikram: BALEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vikram: Tun aa jaaa yaaaar

cud not post all of it got a bit out of hand later… sometimes i feel why am i so , i mean you know  ah well i guess thats who i am good or bad THIS IS ME 🙂

I wish and pray for all you reading may you never have to live away from friends and make new ones,  stay away from the rooots .. its hard very hard .. all these thoughts keep coming to the mind how we celbrated lohri.. the fights and arguments to whose place to celebrate.. on holi which girls house to go to, and embarasse them…  The things we got up to.. THOSE were the days

The Gedi’s in front of the Girls college, the planning to go how to Patao a girl.. nothing use to work 😦

The canteen being the best place the whole day, the samose , the drinking of tea cup after cup…  Cholle Puri 🙂 yummmy , the constant  bickering of the canteen wala asking for money of all that was eaten … 

That reminds me i had started writing about my friends how we met and what we did , I should continue to do so ..  Why do we have to be so far away .. why cant we always stay together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bade chete aunde ne yaar Anmulle
Hava de Bulle
Si maujaan karde Collegi Pad-de

Oh duniya vakhri si …

Click on the song and if you know punjabi you will enjoyyyy but even if you dont you will understand 🙂

Just want to say I love you all my friends and thanks for always being there .. and to all the new friends I have made here Online , Blogosphere. God bless you all