Another event less week and once more i am confused about what to blog about.Alright i know you must be thinking that its a world cup conquering week and can't be passed off as event less but then too much have been said and written about it and i don't want to ride along with the ecstatic hypocrites who were crying just a few months ago over an early exit of team India from fifty over edition of world cup.When one of my friend described the cheering fans as "hypocrites" i thought its an apt description for them(by the way i was cheering too).
Anyways the euphoria is finally settling down and now its time for those who were left behind to cash something out of the win.So the hockey guys have started sulking and the media is going after the errant NETAS who sat in the front row and eclipsed the players in the welcome ceremony.Only two words from me ' Who Cares ? '.
Regards,
khukii
Friday, September 28, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
The Polka Dotted Girl
Standing at metro station i was waiting for Aditya to deliver him CAT study material which i bought for him from nai sarak.Actually he called me up in the morning and asked me if i can buy a CAT package for him since he was really busy and someone needed the package urgently.At the back of my mind i thought how can this CAT package be so urgent for someone since i was struggling to pay it some respect from past two years with no success. Anyways we fixed up to meet at metro station, and here i am standing a good 30 minutes before the slated time since i overestimated the time taken for a walk to nai sarak from my place.
It was my fast today and so the walk through the busy lanes of old Delhi was difficult one, not because i was starving or tired but because the streets are home to hundreds of mouth watering snacks from fruit chaat to kulfi faloda to aalo tikki, and i was unable to relish them due to my fast.Finally i reached the metro station and since i had nothing else to do i started reading an ebook from my mobile (well this has become one of my habit to start reading books while waiting for people and afterwards the books keeps waiting for me.)
I was sitting on the last step of the station's staircase, reading Hilary Clinton's Living History and the lines read 'through a time of profound change and upheaval for women' when someone walked down the stairs leaving a trail of most pleasant perfume i have ever smelled. I looked up and it was a girl wearing black top and a blue short skinny jeans , flaunting a trendy belt around her waist.Her hairstyle was none less stylish with some short hairs covering her forehead and the rest of them were pulled back by a broad B&W polka dotted hair band(her hair style reminded me of 60's actress Sadhana known for her famous Sadhana-Cut). She was carrying a small Reebok Kit bag over her shoulders and it looked though that she was confused about which way to go.
I tried to show some panache and ran my hand through my hairs only to realize that they were chopped off to a length less than an inch only a few days before.Anyways i returned my vision to my mobile but this time i was just faking the act of reading, actually i was more interested to know if the girl gave me a look or is she trying to ask something.I thought i might get lucky today after all every dog has his day.Within my mind it was like - did she?? did she returned the look..no no..yes yea..yes finally she gave me a look (well that look could easily be called blink and you miss it look).By the time i was busy stealing her glimpses through the edges of my mobile she was talking to someone over her cell.All that i could hear was where are you?...come quickly..i am near the staircase..okie..byee.Must be some girl joining her to visit nai-sarak i thought.
And now when she was going to accost me (yes i can tell that by her looks) probably for asking about the way towards nai-sarak, a boy came runing down the stairs and she waved to him.She said hi to him and they moved towards the ticket counter, but being optimistic i never loose my heart and said to myself 'the boy must be her brother' while they were strolling towards the escalator with the boys arm around her shoulder.Thats the height of optimism isnt it?
Soon both of them vanished from my sight and i was left with my mobile in my hand, bored of reading Living History(as if i have read a lot) i kept it back into my pocket and walked towards the escalators.Aditya arrived soon and i handed him that package.We chatted for some time and then left for our places.While walking back to my place i thought that it was not so lucky day today but the dog would have his day someday and till then khukii remains single..!
Regards,
khukii
It was my fast today and so the walk through the busy lanes of old Delhi was difficult one, not because i was starving or tired but because the streets are home to hundreds of mouth watering snacks from fruit chaat to kulfi faloda to aalo tikki, and i was unable to relish them due to my fast.Finally i reached the metro station and since i had nothing else to do i started reading an ebook from my mobile (well this has become one of my habit to start reading books while waiting for people and afterwards the books keeps waiting for me.)
I was sitting on the last step of the station's staircase, reading Hilary Clinton's Living History and the lines read 'through a time of profound change and upheaval for women' when someone walked down the stairs leaving a trail of most pleasant perfume i have ever smelled. I looked up and it was a girl wearing black top and a blue short skinny jeans , flaunting a trendy belt around her waist.Her hairstyle was none less stylish with some short hairs covering her forehead and the rest of them were pulled back by a broad B&W polka dotted hair band(her hair style reminded me of 60's actress Sadhana known for her famous Sadhana-Cut). She was carrying a small Reebok Kit bag over her shoulders and it looked though that she was confused about which way to go.
I tried to show some panache and ran my hand through my hairs only to realize that they were chopped off to a length less than an inch only a few days before.Anyways i returned my vision to my mobile but this time i was just faking the act of reading, actually i was more interested to know if the girl gave me a look or is she trying to ask something.I thought i might get lucky today after all every dog has his day.Within my mind it was like - did she?? did she returned the look..no no..yes yea..yes finally she gave me a look (well that look could easily be called blink and you miss it look).By the time i was busy stealing her glimpses through the edges of my mobile she was talking to someone over her cell.All that i could hear was where are you?...come quickly..i am near the staircase..okie..byee.Must be some girl joining her to visit nai-sarak i thought.
And now when she was going to accost me (yes i can tell that by her looks) probably for asking about the way towards nai-sarak, a boy came runing down the stairs and she waved to him.She said hi to him and they moved towards the ticket counter, but being optimistic i never loose my heart and said to myself 'the boy must be her brother' while they were strolling towards the escalator with the boys arm around her shoulder.Thats the height of optimism isnt it?
Soon both of them vanished from my sight and i was left with my mobile in my hand, bored of reading Living History(as if i have read a lot) i kept it back into my pocket and walked towards the escalators.Aditya arrived soon and i handed him that package.We chatted for some time and then left for our places.While walking back to my place i thought that it was not so lucky day today but the dog would have his day someday and till then khukii remains single..!
Regards,
khukii
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The Hypocrite
I feel choked when i come across hypocrites. Though i avoid people like that but sometime the net is so woven that i end up as their trap.And when someone whom i perceive as an honest, straightforward and a caring person is the weaver of this net i end up hurt to the core of my heart.It often happens that a person's thoughts and actions are governed by his personal whims and fancies, but he pretends that they have been inspired by his loving and caring attitude and by the righteousness of his decisions.But his words and actions bear no relation to each other.While he is one person on the inside, he pretends to be something quite other on the outside.He gives the impression that his thoughts and ideologies have an objective, positive basis, but, in the last analysis, they are nothing but reflex actions.
Well such persons though hard to catch when they are in their altruistic phase , but can be easily identified when they covertly desire something in the name of their goody-goody thoughts because the vast contradiction between their thoughts and actions cannot go unnoticed.So my advice to all of you would be to beware of these hypocrites and don't turn yourself into one more so if you are one of my friends...!
Regard,
khukii
Well such persons though hard to catch when they are in their altruistic phase , but can be easily identified when they covertly desire something in the name of their goody-goody thoughts because the vast contradiction between their thoughts and actions cannot go unnoticed.So my advice to all of you would be to beware of these hypocrites and don't turn yourself into one more so if you are one of my friends...!
Regard,
khukii
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
The Good Old Times
Do you sometime feel nostalgic about things which once used to be part of your daily life and now does not even exist, well i do.This is the beauty of being human, you love pleasant changes, you work hard for betterment and then when you achieve your aims you tend to miss your previous state, nevertheless you forgive yourself by telling that you can still do better and start working for next cycle of change.And the human race keeps on progressing.
I am going to tell something about things i miss in present world which seems to be a complex automaton built upon countless turing machines and running on a string of zeros and ones (huh! that was a smart way to tell that i am a computer engg. Lol). Anyways let me start the list of those things
Sunday Morning Shows : Well i was an avid fan of all the sunday morning T.V. shows when i was a kid. They usually used to be epic dramas like Mahabharata, Chanakya , Sword of Tipu Sultan and of course how can i forget that "yagg" of krur singh from Chandrakanta.Ofcourse when you look at them now they might seem to be ludicrous but i used to cherish them as a kid. I miss that kind of fun, it just vanished with the age i guess.
Chatt Cricket(Cricket on the Roof!) : yea, with little open spaces around our houses what we did as kids was to play cricket on the roofs with our parents yelling at us to come down and we just kept on ignoring them as if they are not loud enough.And then we used to come up with crazy rules which made cricket more suitable for that place.We even had our ways to keep a check on the bowler so that he never delivers a really fast delivery and ofcourse if the batsmen hits the ball out of the ground he was not applauded on the contrary he was penalised by buying us a new ball(in case we lose it). I really miss those good days when we had enough time to do all that stuff.
Summer Holidays : If there was anything we waited throughout the year it was either summer holidays or the Mango season.Holidays used to be so much fun back then, we used to have lot of plans with our family.A trip to a nearby hill station was a must as if they wont let us enter school again if we failed to do so.And who can forget the days we spent at our naunihals, where we really behaved as a king in the castle.And the last few days of holidays were hectic when all of us used to be busy with our holidays homework and projects(which no matter what you do cannot be completed anyhow).Life was so much cool back then.
There are so many more things which i can't even describe, i don't know how well i can describe the times when electricity went off and there were no inverters, so what we usually ended up doing was playing antakshiri with all the uncles and aunts and cousins singing along.How can i describe the times when there were no video games to play and all that we used to play was pithoo gaarm, aais paais and chhepan-chhepai.The times when bisleris were not sold in the trains and we worried if papa will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle.The times when there were no caller tunes to listen but a simple tring-tring of landlines which used to be in one out of every five households.The times when our teachers were not afraid of our parents while slapping us and when 90% marks would mean a free ice-cream at nearby nirulas (ofcourse i never managed to get 90% but my brother did and we used to share the ice-cream..Lol).
Though i miss all those things and a lot more i know that the world is changing for a better future so the best thing we can do is to feel good about the old times and enjoy the present while working for a bright tomorrow.
Regards,
Khukii
I am going to tell something about things i miss in present world which seems to be a complex automaton built upon countless turing machines and running on a string of zeros and ones (huh! that was a smart way to tell that i am a computer engg. Lol). Anyways let me start the list of those things
Sunday Morning Shows : Well i was an avid fan of all the sunday morning T.V. shows when i was a kid. They usually used to be epic dramas like Mahabharata, Chanakya , Sword of Tipu Sultan and of course how can i forget that "yagg" of krur singh from Chandrakanta.Ofcourse when you look at them now they might seem to be ludicrous but i used to cherish them as a kid. I miss that kind of fun, it just vanished with the age i guess.
Chatt Cricket(Cricket on the Roof!) : yea, with little open spaces around our houses what we did as kids was to play cricket on the roofs with our parents yelling at us to come down and we just kept on ignoring them as if they are not loud enough.And then we used to come up with crazy rules which made cricket more suitable for that place.We even had our ways to keep a check on the bowler so that he never delivers a really fast delivery and ofcourse if the batsmen hits the ball out of the ground he was not applauded on the contrary he was penalised by buying us a new ball(in case we lose it). I really miss those good days when we had enough time to do all that stuff.
Summer Holidays : If there was anything we waited throughout the year it was either summer holidays or the Mango season.Holidays used to be so much fun back then, we used to have lot of plans with our family.A trip to a nearby hill station was a must as if they wont let us enter school again if we failed to do so.And who can forget the days we spent at our naunihals, where we really behaved as a king in the castle.And the last few days of holidays were hectic when all of us used to be busy with our holidays homework and projects(which no matter what you do cannot be completed anyhow).Life was so much cool back then.
There are so many more things which i can't even describe, i don't know how well i can describe the times when electricity went off and there were no inverters, so what we usually ended up doing was playing antakshiri with all the uncles and aunts and cousins singing along.How can i describe the times when there were no video games to play and all that we used to play was pithoo gaarm, aais paais and chhepan-chhepai.The times when bisleris were not sold in the trains and we worried if papa will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle.The times when there were no caller tunes to listen but a simple tring-tring of landlines which used to be in one out of every five households.The times when our teachers were not afraid of our parents while slapping us and when 90% marks would mean a free ice-cream at nearby nirulas (ofcourse i never managed to get 90% but my brother did and we used to share the ice-cream..Lol).
Though i miss all those things and a lot more i know that the world is changing for a better future so the best thing we can do is to feel good about the old times and enjoy the present while working for a bright tomorrow.
Regards,
Khukii
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Random thoughts
Why is it that when every thing starts falling in its place suddenly your world is turned upside down and you feel terrible because you realize that things were just happening to you in right way and it was not because you were controlling them.It feels that you are a puppet in the hands of time which appears at that moment to be the most sarcastic script writer having the courage to dump its characters at the crest of their pride and break them into hundreds of pieces.The heroes who rise and fall with time are hence just the outcome of some experiments by time which keeps proving its supremacy as a script writer. Then shall we believe that no hero is absolute in this world and all heroes are unreal, naah!
A real hero would be someone who is not temporal who is beyond the scope of time and who is above the worldly rise and falls.So who is the real hero then? How can we find him? Well the answer lies within oneself, because it was only us who wanted to control things.
Now a million dollar question is why am i saying this, does it makes any sense to me or is it just another night in which i am inebriated by the knocking sleep at my door.Actually i screwed up big time today.And call it my ego or arrogance but i cannot take failure when i am expecting success.I know it is the worst kind of attitude and it takes you nowhere but i am still a person living with a desire to control things, may be the world matters too much to me.One day may be i can rise above this desire to control too, may be i can detach myself from the hands of time and live in absolute rather than relative world.May be....
Regards
khukii
A real hero would be someone who is not temporal who is beyond the scope of time and who is above the worldly rise and falls.So who is the real hero then? How can we find him? Well the answer lies within oneself, because it was only us who wanted to control things.
Now a million dollar question is why am i saying this, does it makes any sense to me or is it just another night in which i am inebriated by the knocking sleep at my door.Actually i screwed up big time today.And call it my ego or arrogance but i cannot take failure when i am expecting success.I know it is the worst kind of attitude and it takes you nowhere but i am still a person living with a desire to control things, may be the world matters too much to me.One day may be i can rise above this desire to control too, may be i can detach myself from the hands of time and live in absolute rather than relative world.May be....
Regards
khukii
Saturday, September 1, 2007
The Girl On Air
Now this is an unusual post,quite unlike khukii, but there is something exciting about it which tempts me to write something like this. Actually its about my growing addiction to a news channel NDTV 24x7. And no its not because suddenly i am more aware of my surroundings its just because of their news reader Nidhi Razdaan.Oh man i have a huge crush on her since i first saw her about 2-3 years back.She is beautiful and carries a brain too.I know its quite uncanny,Lol. She is one of the best TV journalist with lot to say about national matters and foreign policy, she does not sensationalize the headlines but still her news invokes a thought process in the minds of the audience (some serious thoughts in my case..Lol).Its hard to find such mona lisa "smile" woman who can think like Da Vinci , who can steer any debate towards the right direction and who can still act as a charming girl next door.There is something about her, i don't know what, which makes news by her interesting, she is a terrific news item oops i mean news anchor..!
Anyways i gotta go she might be On-Air now..
Regards,
khukii
PS : She is married :-(
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