Priceless....

Last few days were hectic. Gave two exams and many more yet to come.
P.S: Don't you dare ask me how I did in exams....

Saw this pic and MasterCard ad somewhere which I would like to share with everyone.



My condition is somewhat like this. Have nothing new to write.

And the MasterCard advertisement which goes like this-

GMAT - 250$
Manhattan GMAT classes - 1400$
Application to each school - 200$
Travel cost for interview - 350$

One admit from the dream school - PRICELESS!!

After this,

Tuition fees - 80000$...


But...
After MBA, dreams you convert into reality.....PRICELESS!!

(I am sure many of my friends would relate to it.)

This year it's different....

1/12- This day comes every year....
But this year it's different; this year it's special, very special.

1st anniversary....

During my college days I didn’t like the concept of blogging at all. I use to feel that it is a waste of time and laugh out at my friends who were bloggers. I couldn’t understand the logic of putting down your views, writing stories on some website and also reading out some crap written by others.

My views changed completely after I joined office. Thanks to few of my friends who inspired me to read blogs and then one fine day I actually made one of my own and not just that, I also wrote a post. Still that time I was not at all sure if I would be able to maintain my blog and post regularly. But here I am writing and updating my blog regularly and celebrating the 1st anniversary of my blog. It’s a big deal for me that after 1 year I am still alive here.

I would like to thank all my friends and fellow bloggers who have tolerated me and my writing so far. I don’t think I can write but my friends say I sometimes write well. That time I know I have made some really good friends who actually don’t want to tell me about my atrocious writing. Thank you guys.

I refuse to grow up....

We all are actors wearing masks and pretending to be someone we are not. This might be hard to accept for us but yes, this is the truth. We are someone else when we are with our parents/relatives pretending to be all decent, we jump into some other character when we are with our gf/bf pretending to be loyal and faithful, when with elders/teachers/colleagues we are the one who is trying to present himself as mature and intelligent. I am not saying that one is not decent, loyal, mature or intelligent that he needs to pretend all the time but we cant disregard the fact that we have done this at some point of our life or still do or will do in future. One thing I understand that may be we pretend because we try to create a good impression on others.

But not with friends. We can be ourselves in front of our friends(I mean really good friends). With friends we need not to fear about creating any impression because they know us well. If we are 30 but still a kid by heart, we can show our true side to our freinds which cannot be the case with others who will consider us immature if we do so but our friends won't because they know us and understand us well. Afterall this is what friends are for- you can be as stupid as you want to be, as childish as you want to be, do whatever you feel like. There is a child in all of us but yes we would be considered immature if we show our childish behaviour to others and here is when friends come to our rescue. We won't be considered immature if we behave like that in front of our friends. Ofcourse we should know how to present ourself when we are with other people. We cannot afford to be called immature by others. What matters is how we put our views to others. One can argue that you are 30 and a kid by heart so how can you present yourself as a mature person in front of others so here I would like to say that being 30 and a kid by heart is different from being 30 and a kid by mind. Altough you are a kid by heart, your mind which is mature enough will eventually stop you from acting as a kid in front of others and the same mind will set you free to be what you are when you are with your friends.

Many a times we deprive ourselves with small-small things which we love to do and which gives us happiness like blowing in a glass full of juice through straw and creating bubbles, dancing in the rain, playing a silly prank which can make others laugh, hop on a swing and sway till we have forgotten all our worries, licking a cone icecream, hog on to chocolates. We deprive ourselves of hapiness because we know that we are mature and we are not supposed to act in such a way in front of others but there is no need to deprive ourselves with such happiness in front of our friends. I ask in this fast-forward life when we have no time for anything, when emotions and happiness have no place in life, when the life is just limited to home-office-home, if we find little happiness by being a kid or doing what you feel like in front of your close friends, what is wrong in it? I act in front of others but don't want to do the same when I am with friends.I don't know about others but I don't want to grow up at the cost of happiness. I value happiness more than anything else and thus in front of my pals I refuse to grow up.

I Love You Jaanu....

No, no people please don’t get me wrong. I am perfectly normal, have not fallen in love or anything worthless like that. It’s just that these days I am seeing certain things which I feel are very awkward/farcical/nonsensical and which prompted me to write about it.

I happened to waste my time on a certain book which was full of such nonsensical stuffs.
In that book two people were deeply and madly in love with each other and they call each other lovingly by names- not the normal ones but the absurd ones like “jaanu”, “coochie-pie”, “sweetie-pie” and lots of other pies along with “darling”, “baby”. Also, they never happen to talk in a normal way. They used things like “Is my baby awake”, “My coochie-pie; have you finished your lunch/dinner?”, “Mera baby kya kar raha hai”, “I miss you jaanu” followed by “I love you jaanu” in their normal conversations. Now who the hell in the world talk like this????

Its ok you are in love but I can’t understand the fun of calling him/her “my baby, coochie-pie” etc. Can’t they just talk in a normal way?? I then thought it’s just that psycho writer who wrote all this crap until I came across those couples who actually talk in this fashion. It so happened that one of my friends was very happy one day. I asked him the reason- he said “today my gf had called me shona”. I asked him what it means to which he replied that it’s just a fun way of calling your beloved. It’s not that I don’t like love stories-I am a big movie buff, but still I just can’t digest the idea behind “sweetie-pie and coochie-pie”.

I was discussing this with one of my friends and he said it is pretty normal for people to do such stuffs when they are in love and he backed his statement with the messages in his Inbox. Those were from his gf. (Hope you all understand what types of messages were those)
He went on to the extent by saying that one day I will also do all such things when I will be actually in love or when I will get engaged. (How dare he!!)
I can never imaging myself getting indulged in such things. Yuck,yuck,yuck!!!!

An idle mind is devils workshop!

This week I had no work in office; the code is being pushed into production so it’s kind of cool this week. (This means I will have to slog next week when I will get production issues :(:( )
So since I had nothing to do in office I was simply spending my time browsing, watching movies and thinking weird things. I have a few questions whose answers I don’t know.

1) Why do PETA volunteers generally have to pose nude to save animals?
I have seen in newspapers, various ad campaigns that they strip down for the cause. I just can’t understand the need to do so.

2) Why Dracula always craves for the blood of young and pretty girls?
All the movies I have seen, all the novels I have read about Dracula, this one thing is common in all. Everywhere Dracula was craving for the blood of young and pretty girls. I just can’t understand what is wrong in the blood of guys that he is not at all fond of it.

3) Why is money everything in this world?
Why do we begin our day with an urge to earn money and end our day with an urge to earn more money? Why is it above all relations, above everything?


Look what happens when imagination goes wild. It gives birth to such weird questions which finally takes the form of a post. That's why it is said "An idle mind is devils workshop"

BTW I will be glad if anyone answers to my questions.

Disclaimer: The author has nothing against PETA. It's just a weird thought that popped up in my mind.

Why can’t it be the other way around??

“Why can’t it be the other way around??”
I just hate this line! I don’t know why, but I hate it. May be it is because I hear this line too often. I have friends who keep saying it, writing about it and till yesterday I had never imagined that I would write a post on it.

It’s actually funny to see people getting high and talking shit after that. But its when they start getting senti, that it gets horrible. Under such conditions, I just want to run.
Last night, one of my friends was high and got senti. I tried escaping but all my efforts went in vain. So I was stuck with him, and had to listen to him the whole night!!! In exchange, I took his permission to openly make fun of him in my blog.

So this friend of mine K is a family guy. He is very attached to his family, especially his sister. So the topic of discussion last night was K’s sister. He kept talking about his elder sister. He recalled incidents since his childhood such as the way his sister took all the blame on herself for all the wrong done by him and saved him from punishments, how she finished his homework when he used to fool around, how she taught him during exams, how she gave him-her chocolates, played with him and later gave him money from her salary when he joined college.

He became emotional because he wouldn’t meet her this time during Raksha Bandhan. He then started giving me gyan about this festival. He told me the history behind this festival (I will ask him later how he knew all those mythological stories) and said that on this festival the sister ties a rakhi on her brother’s hands and the brother takes a vow to protect his sister throughout his life (as if I am from some outer space that I didn’t know this.) Then to my surprise he changed the whole concept of this festival (as I said, he was high) and said that the custom should be that the brother should tie a rakhi on sister’s hand because it’s actually the sister who protectes/helpes/takes care of the brother.
The whole night he kept on saying just one line:
“Why can’t it be the other way around??”
(This is just one reason why I hate this line)