Sunday, November 1, 2009

Ek Entrance Thi (composed by sm1 else....)


Ek entrance thi...
Ek candidate tha...
Kya craze..kya hype...kya competition tha..

Ek open mock di..
Score decent aye..
Phir asha ki kiran dikhi..
Bas wat ki shurvat hui..

Nostalgic ho gaye tum kahan...
Sun ke ye dastan..
Log hairan hai kyun ke anjan hey..
Cat ki woh gali..
Baat jiski chali..
Us gali mein..
Mera scores ka thikana na raha ..

Ek entrance thi..
Ek candidate tha..
Uss cat ne aisa nocha..
Hamesha pattern badla..
Yeh formula, woh short cut..
Kuch kam ke nahin..
Fir bhi asha thi..
Ek section strength tha..

Baat kuch aur thi..
CAT harmkhor thi..
Uske questions mein chupi..
Applications ki khichdi thi..
9th 10th syllabus ka sirf..
Ek bahana tha..

Ek
entrance thi..
Ek candidate tha..

Bewafa CAT ne..
Apne strong section se..
Aisa dhoka kiya..
(aisa dhoka kiya) (dhoka dhoka)..
(aisa dhoka kiya) (dhoka dhoka)..
Aisa dhoka kiya..
Negative sectional diya
(dhoka dhoka dhoka) (dhoka dhoka dhoka)..
Negative sectional diya..

Mar gaya woh jawan..
Mar gaya woh jawan..
Ab suno dastaan..
Udhar leke kahin se paise bhare AXIS mein..
Phir woh pahucha wahin ..
Josh naya tha abhi..

Strategy bhi thi nayi..
Saamna jab hua..
Phir wahi sab hua..
Uska yeh ego trip tha..
Uska yeh ego trip tha..
Canditate ko ego apna marna tha!!!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

“You frisking me, you freak. Don’t you know who am I?”

Every second person you meet in India thinks he/she is VIP. Every tom dick and Harry present in any gully, muhalla or nukkad of our country expects special treatment. Haven’t we all cringed a thousand times hearing that awful sentence, “Don’t you know who I am?” The obvious response to that is “No”. Instead, the louder the person bellows, the lower some minion bows. It has something to do with our feudalistic mindset and outdated class consciousness. This sickening attitude is so ingrained in our psyche, that it isn’t uncommon to observe a 10 yr. old brad strutting around an airport with papaji’s peons dancing around the kid. It’s the old “Bade baap ka aulaad” syndrome….and it is alive and thriving in the 21st century.

The recent uproar over an ancient incident (come on, it took place in April, not last week) makes one believe all the political huffing and puffing surrounding the ‘unpardonable’ act is nothing but opportunism parading as patriotism. And to think the elderly guy (our own ex-prezzie) who was subjected to the ‘demeaning’ frisk, went along minus any protest or fuss! That is called true class, and real VVIP conduct.

It’s the insecurity or the fear of losing their celebrity status which is making the ‘leaders’ shout. Politicians from abroad visiting India are exempted from these routine checkups. No doubt they are world figures but absolving them from formalities is a nauseating reminder of how we crawl in presence of imported dignitaries. But hey- they are political appointees doing their Job. Nothing more, nothing less. It is our chamcha attitude whenever there is a celebrity around. But I am equally certain had they been subjected to the same procedures as APJ Kalam, had they been boarding an AIR India flight, they would have gone along without any murmur, accepting that each country has the right to enforce its own security measures in today’s critical times. It is us who exempt them.

We need to understand why the bowing and scrapping goes on in the first place. It is time we scrap these arbitrary exemptions and make it one rule for all, regardless of status or position. This may start with several ruffled egos to start with, but soon everybody will fall in line seeing zero options.

It is these privileged statures who over the years have systematically stripped and ruined the one time worlds top five carriers (AIR India). Successive governments have taken advantage of technical loop holes to assert themselves, loot money, favour rivals, neglect genuine concerns, safe in the knowledge that no action will be taken against anyone. “Corruption rules”. The days of legends like JRD running the show are long over. Innovative thinking like getting air hostesses in sarees, the stature of maharaja is difficult to imagine these days. Steps like bartering of most profitable roots, selling of best international properties have created this havoc. No-body is answerable any more. And the people at the receiving end of all the new fangled cost cutting measures are mostly hapless, loyal employees who have served the airline for more than 30 yrs or more.

The probable solution they are thinking of now is restructuring, bail out packages and may more. But the last hope of rescuing the airline according to me is another Tata. Privatization of the airline is the only possible solution it seems. It should be handed back to the group who conceived it. Ratan Tata is genuinely capable. But what is needed is a miracle to keep Air India aloft. Perhaps Ratans the man-another true blue VVIP like Dr.Kalam, who would never object to being frisked-even while boarding an Air India flight!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Dream On....dream on until your dream comes true


The film producers are on an indefinite strike from 4th of April 2009, stalling release of any new films in the theatres. They have taken such a stand after failing to resolve the issue of profit sharing with multiplex owners. Mukesh Bhatt, Chairman of the United Forum for Bollywood Producers and Distributors, told the media that, their demands were just as they wanted equal shares in profit sharing which is the norm all over the world.

Taking a dig at the rigid stand taken by the multiplex-owner, Bhatt also said that, the situation is not in their hands and they would proceed with the strike as planned before. The disagreement between the two parties is over the revenue sharing model of 'ticket sales'. Producers and distributors have demanded a 50 per cent cut. But the multiplex owners want to stick to the old arrangement of sharing between 40-48 per cent, depending on the movie's performance at the box office.

This is not just hampering the above stated both parties but also creatures like us....who has nothing left for weekends. Now I compromise over watching movies on my laptop. Bollywood producers say that they are affected by recession...and they are fighting over 2%(taking the maximum revenue) huh!! No one says anything to them...but for us it was 2 day's salary cut for 2 days strike.....chuk it.....the point here is what do I in weekends.

We were moving in pell-mell across the roads of Gujarat....Window shopping and bird watching :-)

When we were tired rather frustrated of the above activities we took an Auto from the mall to big -bazaar. We reached Big Bazaar apropos as the moment we entered the campus fountains started working, the guard saluted us, the salesgirl passed on a cute smile....i was not able to figure out why are they giving so much importance to us.....but later i realized the senior who was with us had packets of Reebok, Arrow and West-Side. The store was jam packed...as it was "A Wednesday" the "sabse sasta din" at Big Bazaar- Rajkot. People there were in a shopping spree with everyone having there carts filled.....

I have recently read the book "It happened in India" by Kishore Biyani...CEO Future Group. The man dared to dream and had passion and will to fulfill it...He started of from a middle class baniya family and now the retail chain is termed as " The rajah of Indian retail". There were certain facts about his audacity and his capacity of dreaming which one may think that everyone says so after reaching such heights....but the man might have done it too as he has reached such heights in such short span of time. He is a man of simple living and high thinking.....he believes in spending rather than saving......His visions about future and real estate in India came out to be true every time...He makes relationships in business and continues it till the end ( As mentioned in the book).

He started of with organising Navratra function in his colony which gave him the confidence to start of his business.......Everyone including his family members used to think that he has gone out of his mind....started of by selling trousers and formally got into organized retails with "Pantaloons" in 1997. Pantaloons is derived from "Patloons(trousers)" which he said out of frustration when they were unable to find a name for the retail chain. You...see frustration increases creativity :-). Big Bazaar came into existence later on in 2001...and in just seven years it is multimillion dollar chain.....with widening its horizon day by day. The design of Big-Bazzar has taken into account the Indian mentality wherein people prefers Kirana store around the nukkad....Earlier middle class (Majority of Indians) used to have a fear of entering the mall....they used to ogle through the huge glass panes from outside. trying to understand whats going on the other side with questions in their mind...is it too costly?? will i be allowed there??....but this was the first store were people can touch and feel the products before purchasing it and at a cheaper rate....because of which Indians prefer Mom and Pop store.....Researches say that there's an 80% increase in probability of purchasing any item if you get to touch it(Never touch any item if you are running out of cash). It was located to specifically target this untapped market......logistics was a problem though......Big bazaar was even opened at a location were they used had to carry goods in a bullock cart for maintaining the inventory and it had a turnover much more than other retails giants available in urban cities.

The concept of "sabse sasta din " was invented by Mr. Biyani himself.....first sale of this kind organised on 26th of Jan 2007. The store had to be closed not because it was a flop, but for security reasons and at some locations they underestimated the turnout....they were not able to handle the crowd itself.....Police without asking the management announced for an additional day of sale....till now its a huge hit!! Its very concept of publishing adds in Hindi...because of its target group.....all of this is sheer business acumen which he has inculcated since child hood...observing people, building relationship with them and studying markets......He visited temples to understand how they handle crowds....He works on the principle of rewriting rules and following values.

Dreaming does not require anything.......so we should all dream.....but there are a few who posseses the will and is audacious enough to follow and pursue it till the end. So.......

Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

Monday, April 27, 2009

Letter from Col. Harish Puri to Gen Kayani

Col (r) Harish Puri Published in The News: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Dear Gen Kayani,

Sir, let me begin by recounting that old army quip that did the rounds in the immediate aftermath of World war II: To guarantee victory, an army should ideally have German generals, British officers, Indian soldiers, American equipment and Italian enemies.

A Pakistani soldier that I met in Iraq in 2004 lamented the fact that the Pakistani soldier in Kargil had been badly let down firstly by Nawaz Sharif and then by the Pakistani officers’ cadre. Pakistani soldiers led by Indian officers, , he believed, would be the most fearsome combination possible. Pakistani officers, he went on to say, were more into real estate, defence housing colonies and the like.

As I look at two photographs of surrender that lie before me, I can’t help recalling his words. The first is the celebrated event at Dhaka on Dec 16, 1971, which now adorns most Army messes in Delhi and Calcutta. The second, sir, is the video of a teenage girl being flogged by the Taliban in Swat — not far, I am sure, from one of your Army check posts.

The surrender by any Army is always a sad and humiliating event. Gen Niazi surrendered in Dhaka to a professional army that had outnumbered and outfought him. No Pakistani has been able to get over that humiliation, and 16th December is remembered as a black day by the Pakistani Army and the Pakistani state. But battles are won and lost – armies know this, and having learnt their lessons, they move on. But much more sadly, the video of the teenager being flogged represents an even more abject surrender by the Pakistani Army. The surrender in 1971, though humiliating, was not disgraceful.

This time around, sir, what happened on your watch was something no Army commander should have to live through. The girl could have been your own daughter, or mine. I have always maintained that the Pakistani Army, like its Indian counterpart, is a thoroughly professional outfit. It has fought valiantly in the three wars against India, and also accredited itself well in its UN missions abroad. It is, therefore, by no means a pushover. The instance of an Infantry unit, led by a lieutenant colonel, meekly laying down arms before 20-odd militants should have been an aberration. But this capitulation in Swat, that too so soon after your own visit to the area, is an assault on the sensibilities of any soldier.

What did you tell your soldiers? What great inspirational speech did you make that made your troops back off without a murmur? Sir, I have fought insurgency in Kashmir as well as the North-East, but despite the occasional losses suffered (as is bound to be the case in counter-insurgency operations), such total surrender is unthinkable.

I have been a signaller, and it beats me how my counterparts in your Signal Corps could not locate or even jam a normal FM radio station broadcasting on a fixed frequency at fixed timings. Is there more than meets the eye? I am told that it is difficult for your troops to “fight their own people.” But you never had that problem in East Pakistan in 1971, where the atrocities committed by your own troops are well documented in the Hamoodur Rahman Commission Report. Or is it that the Bengalis were never considered “your own” people, influenced as they were by the Hindus across the border? Or is that your troops are terrified by the ruthless barbarians of the Taliban?

Sir, it is imperative that we recognise our enemy without any delay. I use the word “our” advisedly – for the Taliban threat is not far from India’s borders. And the only force that can stop them from dragging Pakistan back into the Stone Age is the force that you command. In this historic moment, providence has placed a tremendous responsibility in your hands. Indeed, the fate of your nation, the future of humankind in the subcontinent rests with you. It doesn’t matter if it is “my war” or “your war” – it is a war that has to be won. A desperate Swati citizen’s desperate lament says it all – “Please drop an atom bomb on us and put us out of our misery!” Do not fail him, sir.

But in the gloom and the ignominy, the average Pakistani citizen has shown us that there is hope yet. The lawyers, the media, have all refused to buckle even under direct threats. It took the Taliban no less than 32 bullets to still the voice of a brave journalist. Yes, there is hope – but why don’t we hear the same language from you? Look to these brave hearts, sir – and maybe we shall see the tide turn. Our prayers are with you, and the hapless people of Swat.

The New York Times predicts that Pakistan will collapse in six months. Do you want to go down in history as the man who allowed that to happen?

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Arbid thoughts

The abeyance at office made me surf arbitrary things over internet....so i just googled India... then clicked on images...the first image that i got was the Taj Mahal.....

Taj Mahal "the epitome of love", "a monument of immeasurable beauty". The beauty of this magnificent monument is such that it is beyond the scope of words.The purity of the white marble, the exquisite ornamentation, precious gemstones used and its picturesque location,.....everything is so perfect.

This article is not about Taj Mahal.....The image of Taj Mahal made me recall a quote which i saw in a restaurant at Rajkot...

The quote says: " If Shahjahan would have asked for quotations and have gone for the lowest bidder, Taj Mahal would not have been so beautiful"

(The relavance of the quote was understood when i looked at the menu....as the restaurant was very beautiful and definitely not the cheapest one.)

I had enough incidents in my tenure at IOCL associated with the word lowest bidder.....so just thought of sharing it...

But, before coming to the thoughts let me explain what is quotation, biddin...etc etc (as my blog should also have something knowledgable [:P]), in short the entire process is called tendering I have been working for IOCL since 8 months and i have enough experience of tendering to write something about it.

The various steps of tendering are
1. Purchase requestion (PR) wherein you decide what you want and then prepare specifications.
2. Request for quotation( RFQ): You publist the NIT( notice for inviting tender) on local/national/ global newspaper depending upon the type of job and value for the job and invite contractors to quote for the same.
3. The offers are opened and Work order is given to lowest bidder meeting our specifications.

Lowest Bidder (L1): He is the person who is going to do the dirtiest of job almost for free. He is the person who has not read your specification and just quotes a rate such that he can get the job and then he will say " haan sahab kya karna hai".

I was once told....." Prepare your specs in such away that these kind of parties gets filtered out and you are left with only good parties". But good parties are also contractors and they are bound to cheat.......
I have seen contractors having annual turnover of around 400 crores and still they are considered as bad parties....so whom do you qualify as good party!! Gujarat being an industrial hub many people earn their bread and butter by taking contracts of these industries and many by working as sub-contractors and labours to these giant contractors. I sometimes think why don't i become a contractor....

But i think all of us are contractors.....working for someone or making someone work under us.
Hence Tajmahal was also constructed by contractual labours.....only the name of contractor was Shahjahan and he would have definately taken the cheapest of things meeting his specifications.

I am not sure what I have writen?? why am i writing,?? are you getting the point what i tried to convey???
But whatever....i am not forcing you to go through this post....so just chill !! I was bored and had nothing to write.......so whatever came to mind i punched it..... :-)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Blogging anyway.......

Every time I sign into my gtalk I find a new person having a custom msg as a link towards his/her blog. So at this outset I got a feeling to say thanks to my friends like Akshay Rajgopalan, Ankit Chugh, Rahul Raj, Rohit Shukla, Amaresh Pradhan and Ashim Dutta who unintentionally inspired or created this bug of blogging in me. I could not also resist myself from thinking that I too might have inspired someone. This thought makes me feels good so apologies for not being modest.


For some of my friends listed above blogging is a passionate expression of his thoughts, ideas and creativity. Others write to entertain and stimulate others individuals mind through the process of writing.


But for somewhat a shy person like me it is an outlet to share my thoughts and become a member of the wide spreading community who share the same passion. For everything I write is a moment in time. Every post I make…..is a frozen moment in all the dimensions of life. Past is past and one should move on with it. But the posts about past are like milestones; an indicative of how far have you moved ahead of your last post, for generating the feeling of nostalgia, happiness and reliving that moment whenever you go through that post again. I have relived GOA several times just by reading my 1st post again and again and every time I have that same feeling of revisiting that heaven with my best pals.


I write movie reviews to help people decide which movie to watch because I have already invested 3hrs and 200 bucks and don’t want others to invest the same or more towards experimentation which had already been conducted. Instead directly use the outcome as a data sheet for investment.


These are just my simple thoughts for blogging anyway…..Initially I used to think how people find so many topics to write about, but now as I have started writing, I have developed a liking for it….and incidentally somehow or the other I find something to write about and will continue posting till I have that liking.


Thanks to all my friends for developing that bug in me :-)

Friday, April 3, 2009

Movie Review....Aloo chaat

There's a story behind how i landed up watching the movie "Aloo Chaat".

I went to see "AA dekhein Zara" as per the timings printed in TOI but when i reached the theater...only one show was running at that time and that was "Aloo chaat" and i could not come back as it was a treat; so...we decided to watch it. But as the movie went on, i felt that if its name would not have been Aloo chaat it would have pulled in much more crowd.
I wud rate it ***1/2 (
8.0/10)

The movie stars:
Aftab Shivdasani(Nikhil)
Aamna Sharif (Aamna)

Kulbhusan Kharbandha(Papaji)
Linda Arsenio (Nikkie)
She is very pretty....cute and awesome!!
Manoj Pahwa(Sexologist)

Sanjay Mishra


There’s almost every spice to suit the Indian palate in director Robby Grewal’s flicker. Nice comedy after a long time which you can watch with your family. Family drama, comedy coupled with good acting makes it a must watch.

Nikhil a Punjabi munda back from the US, loves a Muslim girl Aamna but is sure that his traditional Punjabi family – comprising of his conservative, and authoritative Papaji , Mummyji and Mamaji – won’t accept her as the bride.So he gangs up with his uncle, a sexologist, and hatches an ingenious plan (They planned so thinking of DDLJ nothing else common b/w this movie and DDLJ). He gets a bikini-clad firangi gori (Nikkie) to pretend as his fiancĂ©e while Aamna is left to win over the family’s heart by doing everything that’s considered right in a typical Punjabi family in Delhi’s Lajpat Nagar.

There are some genuinely funny moments. Like the old granny suspecting Nikhil to be a gay after watching the movie “Toota Mountain”. Or Nikhil’s suspicious mama creating troubles. A psycho chat waala who says absurd things out of the blue in a unique way which makes people laugh.

Aftab Shivdasani again showed that he is comfortable with comedy(Being Hungama , Masti etc under his belt), while Aamna Sharif (carrying her traditional image forward from TV) makes a comfortable debut that doesn’t put much demand on her acting skills. Linda Arsenio chips in a lot of glam as the American gal who is forced to sunbathe in Dilli ki dhoop wearing a two piece bikini, showing her tatto work perfecltly placed in her waist line. The supporting cast – Kulbhushan Kharbanda, Manoj Pahwa and Sanjay Mishra – is simply superb.

Although you know the how the movie is going to end but it flows so smoothly that you forget about the ending and keep on watching and enjoying every moment. Most importantly you come out smiling saying "Mast movie thi yaar".

A good timepass fun.....

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Psychology

Its been long since i have posted anything new...actually i was thinking about what to write.
Few days back i was going through an article in TOI wherein a group of psychologist underwent an extensive research and were able to predict the psyche of human being based upon their way of eating Masala Dosa.
It was quite interesting.......after going through the article i got my topic :-)
Ample no. of cases were discussed....though i could not replicate each of them but will post some of them

Case 1: When a person starts from the end followed by other end and at last the central portion(filled with masala)

Discussion: As per the psychologists it means that these kind of person wants to enjoy their life towards the end. At first they want to live their life compromising even if they have source of fun they have a tendency to save it till the end.

Case 2: Vice versa of Case 1.

Case 3: If a person opens up the dosa and then uses the masala in each and every bite.

Discussion: They say that these people wants to enjoy each and every moment of life and bla bla....

A lot of other cases were also discussed but i would like to share certain cases w.r.t Masala dosa and various kinds of people discovered by me.
This is an open challenge for the psycholgists. If you can comment anything possible on the psyche based upon these cases:

Case A: A group of people eating Masala dosa at VT(Vishwanath temple).

The moment dosa arrives one attacks on it as if a hyena ripping apart its prey to get its maximum share before anyone could think of having a bite.

Case B: This case I developed during my recent visit to chennai wherein I have seen people pouring in sambar on the dosa then mashing/crushing the crunchy part and then one cannot find were's the dosa and were's the masala. And after that they use their five fingers so delicately to have it that the sambar drips all over their hand followed by licking which starts from their palms to each and every finger.

Case C: Person who doesnt like masala dosa at all and eats sada dosa.

Now what can they say about it........is it??

Case A: We attack on our life and try to have fun before anyone could take our share or is it we just want to enjoy our life and then tell others....dekha saale nahi mila na...
or is it just the hunger for Masala Dosa

Case B: People crush each and every moment of their life and mix them...such that everything tastes the same. So they may say these kinda people ar one who doesnt want to enjoy neither they want sorrow...they dont have any feelings or by licking their fingers they even want to enjoy their sorrow which is enveloped inside happiness.....

Case C: He doesnt know how to enjoy life.

I dont know what the psychologist will say but i wud like to say that....if one has free time he reads these kind of articles and then invite others to read and comment....lol :-)

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Inteersting Quote

"Without Congress there would not be slums and without slums there would not be any Slumdog Millionaire and no Oscars,"- By Narendra Modi, 3rd March 2009.

Slumdog is selling like hot cake....everyone's turning and twisting it in their favour from Amitabh Bachhan, to daily editorial in Times and now Narendra Modi.

Jai Ho!!

Monday, March 2, 2009

GOA: 23-25th Jan 2009

Memories Recalled:

For any hospitality industry to be successful the three things necessary are location, location and location………but for us its Beach, Babes, Beer and Bikes; that’s four B’s of Masti.

That is what Goa is all about: Sexy beaches, babes, beer and bikes and fun gets on to its acme when you have your best pals along with you with a secret urge of having someone of opposite sex with you.


Sneaking out at the drop of a hat, is one of those prized habits which I thought I have lost in the dry dreary sands of monotonous daily professional life. There used to be a time, when a whim or a fantasy could have our gang trolling down around two kilometers at the inauspicious innocuous time @ 02:00 hours towards Lanka in pursuit of chai, sutta and dollops of gossip. Those days, we thought it was a passing phase and more as a sign of young restlessness, was quite right about the first one, though much later we realized that it was more a result of intoxication by life; getting a kick out of it! We had long been planning a trip down to Goa and fortunately we had it as a college reunion of sorts just after 8 months since we passed out.

Goa, thanks to ridiculous planning and an almost absent co-ordination! People landed from far and wide; Barauni, Mumbai, Jamshedpur, Gurgaon, Hissar and Rajkot. Some got a leave, some ‘managed to fall sick’ and some managed to make their relatives sick as an excuse to take Thu, Fri and Sat off. Thus we had 3 days (23, 24th and 25th of Jan) to savor Goa. It was as if we were re-living out college years these three days again, starting with the inevitable mess-ups’ that was trademark of any of our endeavors back in college. Some of the guys managed to loose their sunshades/sunglasses and spectacles; some forget their T-shirts and shoes and then there were a few discerning others like me who managed to loose something around 3.5K to a beach side gambler ending up in a way that all dinners at restaurants for the next three months will have to be stopped to compensate for the loss!

To save one day of leave I landed up taking a bus from Rajkot to Mumbai by Eagle Travels which only ply regular busses during odd hours; a bus service which was till now one of the worst maintained, most expensive and most impolite that I had come across till now. But being the monopolistic service provider to Mumbai during that time, I was left with little or no choice. So while I spend the night wide awake watching “Khatron ke Khiladi” Akshay Kumar was in full form those days and bearing the loud snores and the drooping head of my co-passenger. I kept wondering about the unpredictability of life, here I was meeting up with all my hostel buddies after such a long time, quite a few of us couldn’t make it and rest assured that very few of us would ever be able to take time out of their jam packed schedule driven lives to make way from another meet once they get full fledged into the Hustle-Bustle of life.

I reached Mumbai at about 1:30 P.M after a long journey of about 15 hours. The bus driver dropped me at Sion as I had to go to Chembur (Shukla’s place); he was a nice guy as he dropped me at right place otherwise I don’t expect this from Gujjus. As I got down from the Auto Rikshaw I saw Varun, Pandu and Ballu waiting for me; a moment of delight seeing friends after such long time. Everyone’s changed a bit as they picked my bag which can never happen in college; even some tried to pay my rikshaw bill which was quite surprising. We headed straight to shukla’s place which was stinking due to balli’s unwashed socks since ages and everyone was using shukla’s deodorant as room freshner. As I had not eaten for last fifteen hours I was dying out of hunger and only shukla was kind enough to take me to have something which was Vada-Pao After returning to his place full stuffed with vada and pao people told me that he was doing the same thing with them since last night as if the Vda-Pao waala is paying some commission to him. Everyone was waiting in shukla’s room except PP who has busy filling tax forms at Rashi’s place and after lot of efforts and pursuance PP finally came to his place and our gang was ready to move.

Journey begins:
We boarded the train from Vasai Road to Goa but prior to that we had lot of discussion like Jigyashu’s and Newton; Lanka; Patte and as usual tedha shukla and yeah again had Vada pao of which we were addicted by now.

We reached Goa sometime around 6:00 in the morning and drove straight to panjim but as it always happens with us all the hotels were full or out of our budget though our budget was quite high this time and people were ready to spend. None of us remained “leechad” although some were still called “leechad”. So we changed our plan and moved straight to calangute beach divided ourselves in groups in search for hotels. Finally because of excellent management skills of Amaresh and bargaining skills of Rashi we landed up in a guest house a rather nicely kept up hotel with a decent pricing for its services. Soon we planned to head straight towards the beaches. At this point it is worthwhile to mention the special preferences that some people had towards beaches frequented by foreigners, who were uncannily naked and took to sunbathing ignoring the gaping eyes of the natives and the Indian visitors.

We short listed three beaches as a part of our Itinerary, Calangute, Baga and Anjuna. Of these Calangute is by far the most popular of all beaches, Anjuna as per the highly reliable information is the more 'Virgin' one, rather less commercialized and a favorite amongst the peace loving, topless and sun bathing foreigners. Hence it found an irrevocable place in the ‘must see’ list of this college pass-out bachelors group. I must admit, I too was quite excited at the thought of getting a real peek into the nicely chiseled bodies of blondes and brunettes.
Beaches Along:

23rd Jan2009
On the very first day we spent grandiosely trolling in the Calangute beach and swallowing and digesting the beauty of the ocean and the sky and the horizon that holds them apart. Incidentally a lot of water and adventure sports activities are available in Calangute, these include but are not limited to water scooting, Para-sailing, paragliding, banana boat, speed-boating and paddle-boating. Because of baniya majority in our gang we were able to strike out a good deal and decided to take a package of three water sports including parasailing, water scooter and banana boat.

The most exciting of these was definitely Para Sailing.
The sheer pump of adrenalin as the jet of cold air thrusts on you and jolts you high up in the air, can be scarcely put to words. Initially it is scary and you hold on to the safety harness, wondering when it will slip through your torso and engage you in a free- fall, slowly the realization takes over, that its probably not going to happen, and even if it would, it would probably be better to enjoy the breathtaking beauty all around. Soon the muscles begin to relax and you are finally enjoying the spread around you. The splendidly Turquoise Blue water and the golden sands with little 'ant-sized' people hustling-bustling around the shores. Its truly a breathtaking experience. What makes it all the more exciting is the sudden jerks that you are bound to get as and when the speedboat decides to increase its velocity, with an effect pushing you higher up in the air. One such jolt, and your worst thoughts come dancing back, are you finally going to drown & die? Oh No! you are not even Married, and even worse you are still a Virgin!!

Followed by water scooter and banana boat were we tried our best to balance it without realizing that the guy standing at the back is responsible to topple it; after all it is what he is getting paid for. It’s because of his experience in this field he easily finds out whom to topple and whom to not as some one finding it difficult to get up on it again in the mid-sea then it wll be his responsibility. But they still have a feeling that they balanced it.

Water Scooter was like riding a racing car on the back seat because even after a lot of efforts the attendant never allows you to touch the accelerator. Though it was fun because the water splashes and bends and curves of 60 degrees to the vertical makes you feel the thrill of speed.

It was followed by the much patented game of ours that is keechad holi of which PP is an expert taking advantage of his huge size. Myself and paddy took a safer route and went out to explore baga which is at walking distance and we were able to see something for which we were at the beaches. When we came back most of the people were drinking to get rid of the tiredness of traveling and beach sports as an excuse and we gladly joined them.

We came back had a tight sleep as Tito’s was waiting for us with all its hands wide open. All of us headed straight to the Tito’s, some including myself tried to talk to girls standing outside for accompanying as a partner but all of us were unsuccessful even at an offer fully sponsored party. But we as engineers never loose hope and the search was still on even inside the club. The experiences inside were mind blowing and myself and Varun without thinking of anything ended up having shots after shots ending up in a state were we have to be carried away by others( Responsible guys) although we were not that drunk. Rest experiences may be shared by others as comments.

24th Jan of 2009:

We talked something about planning on the very first day and this day was a perfect example of worst planning. As this entire day we spent on search of bikes and cars. Entire Mumbai shifted to Goa that day as an after affect of 26/11 and this was the first extended weekend they got. As luck always does with us, the gypsey we managed refused to start and finally we were able to move at around 4:00 in the evening. Because of the help of Just dial and Rashi’s efforts, it was her department; some were busy arranging bikes, some returning the gypsey back and some having lunch; we were able to land up in an overnight cruise with complimentary drinks and dinner and a live band performing accompanied by a DJ on the deck. We were sailing on a cruise with not much guys around and Band performing songs of our choice made us all feel like entrepreneurs sailing on private cruise. Pandu falling in love for the band member (I admit she was cute, other one was cuter) and as a result thrown out the cruise. PP and Rashi not allowing us to cry on “ Friends forever by Vitamin C”; shukla as usual puking in the sea and keeping mum of the incident and was still on the cruise because the bouncers were not able to find out about his incident. PP finally managing to get band members email ID and telephone Numbers (The KY convener is still alive).


25th of Jan 2009:

It was our last day in Goa and we had our best intentions of exploring it as much as we can and I think we were successful in it.
We started our journey by moving ahead for Aguada. Biking on the roads of Goa is an awesome feeling we call it “Meta Roadies”. I feel people go to Aguada for photgarphic sessions and Aguada management committee should thank Dil Chahta hai for making it a tourist destination. We too did the same….purchased DCH/Cowboy hats gave various poses and fought over which was the exact location for DCH. Pics came out be really kool and are memories forever.
We straight away moved to Anjuna beach were we sat, chatted but found nothing as it was expected or we went for. Had lot of memories at Anjuna and I am sure people will share it as comments.

We had plans for Palolem Beach at night but one major thing was still remaining that is preparing the balance sheet so could not go ahead with it. It took around three hours to prepare the balance sheet by two baniyas (Rashi and Myself) and yeah it tallied in one go, Balance sheet of something around 1 Lac rupees (14 people and assuming an avg of 7K per person) many had no idea of their expenditures. I wish Satyam contacted us this would not have been the state of Raju’s.

26th of Jan 2009

This day of Jan we left for Mumbai by road and the journey for Goa ended with plans for our next reunion(As per PP it would be international this time, guy who thought of calling Bryan Adams and Pink Floyd at our college fest).

P/s: I have cut short a lot of incidents as it was already four pages and I never written such long article or even answers in exam. So rest is left to be shred by others as comments.