Roll No “Pachas” (Fifty)

 

While I  entered in my engineering graduations , the very first year I was part of Computer Science student’s section comprising of around 60 students and I was the one with Roll No 50. Well this is a kind of a specific figure which get easily in to mind of everybody that this guy is Roll No 50. But this was common as it was evitable. But special thing come into picture when it was made much special by my own style. And before writing anything more i need to tell something , “what everything i do , which others consider as style or show off is actually natural to me. Couldn’t help.”

I was going outside the class and my Class Representative asked my roll no so that he can make proxy , i just turned and raised my five fingers and said Roll No PACHAASsss…, along with that boy , people over there also noticed it sharply. From then many of them started calling me Roll no 50 boy or “wo roll no 50 wala ladka” specially by those who don't knew my name but used to discuss about me and my style. But i continued my this style with other students, lab assistants and even with teachers. They must had thought what a “Nautanki” he is but sorry its my way of saying things and style. Even in one of my Professional Communication class I was made to speak on why mostly I am called as Roll No 50 boy. One of my classmate suggested me using the word half century instead PAchaaas as later seems a bit old fashioned or cheap but i sticked to that only as I found her idea much boring and non-stylish.

Also it was quite useful while searching my name in the list of students.In all my notebooks and assignments I used to proudly write Roll No “50”. Although this was not attached to me long and as soon as i entered in 2nd semesters , it was all detached from me and i missed it too as this no. had given me a kind of identity and a new style to show off …as people say!!

 

P.S. : My university roll no. was too stylish by being 0401010101

Spit and Spoil

Although i am perfect in all sense ;) but i have an aberration that doesn't effect me much, but others do get effected by it. And that habit is "Spitting whole of fluid(say coldrink) to others when somebody make me laugh while i am drinking anything." I have many victims of this habit, right from my close friends to perfect strangers. Although i have full control on my laugh and i usually don't laugh much but there have been multiple cases now that i have to admit to myself that this is a kind of habit to me.
Apart from spitting to my roomies frequently (now they don't share any joke with me while i m drinking) , i remember three such prominent cases and one recently (which gave me the idea to write over this pathetic topic). Coincidentally all such happened in marriage parties... :)
I was in last year of my school then (12th std) , there was a marriage party and since whole bunch of my class were living in a single colony most of them were there. I was with my group of friends, of them there was one whom i don't know for what reasons others use to think as my rival or enemy etc (actually i know the reason but wont share here ). I was drinking coldrink and in a while someone burst some joke and i couldn't control my laughter.. it was just a chance that he was opposite to me and i spitted directly on to his face and over his newly bought leather jacket. Seeking it as an act of envy and revenge he ran after me ,but i just eloped from there.He chased me for some distance but returned back to clean himself first. I came an hour later and said sorry and made him understand that it was not at all intentional..i don't know he still believe it or not..  
Second case is from my college when we hosteler when devoid of good food(better say even normal food) , gone to any extent to have some good food even on the cost of our self respect. We (me and my group of hostel friends) used to go some marriage party as a fake baratis(invitees). We use to indulge in the party , dance at DJ , have snap with couples getting married and finally eat, drink and enjoy a lot. In one such party i was drinking hot coffee (as twas winter season) and one of my friend just shared a joke and as usual i spurted out the fluid but this time my friend opposite to me was much active and anticipative. He was ready for this i guess so he just moved from his place and there was an auntie behind him , who became my next hunt. I asked sorry and cried much there but that lady scolded so much me that i thought of never drinking coffee again. Also situation became worst when they started asking our background seeking as relative so that they can make a complaint. Anyhow we just escaped from there somehow. All my friends were scolding me for my act and i was scolding to the one opposite to me who suddenly shown so much of activeness although used to be so sluggish that used to sleep all day in hostel... :)
And lastly the recent one. It was one of my college friends wedding and some of our college classmates were there.Among them was one who just came in pure white saree (cotton or silk don't know).. and had a misconception of looking very hot and beautiful. And every time used to say me "Sunil, i m feeling that everybody is looking at me only!!". Ha Ha...
Again there was  a coldrink session in party and one of my dear friend cracked a humour and i cannot resist my self but spitting on the bright white saree of hers..
And all her white saree get spoiled by cola colour patches..
Oh shit!! We all shouted.. She ran right from there towards the washroom to clean her saree as well as hand and some other part of body and i must say for some make up..
And i ran behind her in a feel of guilt to say sorry and as well as help her in mending and making things work again for her. I just tried to wash her saree with water splashes, then rising and drying it by draining the water out by all means.
It was her big  heart that she hadn't shouted much on me , forgave me (as i guess, might be abusing me in her mind) and again we were all enjoying the party....
I am trying to control this these days very much but be sure not to make me laugh while i am  gulping something!!!

From "Sunil" to "Pandey Ji"

While in childhood people use to call me with many names starting from sunil to chhotu to raju to many more i could not count even.But as soon as i reached to a level of maturity at teenage, while being in my school, "SUNIL" was the only predominant one.
All teachers , my friends, neighbors everybody used to call me by my auspicious name only. But dont know how,things started changing suddenly. I remember all my friends switched to "PANDEY" , instead of calling "SUNIL". Specially while abusing like "Sale Pandey itna late kyon ata hai?" , "Ye sala Pandey ka hi kiya hua hoga!!" . I don't know why such switch happens ,its a social mentality of men or what? Or its a tradition to call by surname. Anyways i had no qualms over being called "PANDEY". Notice I just talked of mentality of man only not of other better half. Calling here ladies as better is obvious as they continued to call me in a civilized manner by using my proper name "SUNIL" even in the case when they are about to dump,ditch or shout on me. :) At least for this thing i admire them, I accept. Ladies do maintain the dignity of everything around them including there language and tone. And regarding elders and teachers most of them were still used to call by Name only but there were some who cant resist their manly behavior and called me PANDEY,PANDIT,PADEY even. Then with time my proper surname was even twisted and experimented by boys many times in higher schooling and in college.
Some fine examples are PANDU, PANDA , Pandya , Pandit and many mores. While being in hostel i was famous as "PANDEY" only. One change I noticed then was with the ladies , some of them used to take my surname but again with some shade of dignity like Mr.Pandey or taking full name "Sunil Pandey".
Then it was a drastic change when i entered in Corporate world. Till now it was OK when people called me "Pandey" but now an additional 'JI' was added. "Pandey Ji" It seems like someone very old , uncle types is been called and even people older then me used to call me by same name. I felt respected when some juniors used to call me by that way but when anybody double of your age call you like this, you can either feel super much respected or feel very awkward and with me it was a mixed kind of feeling. Thanks to some of my collegaues who gave me some relaxation by calling me some of my other chosen pet name like "BABA" and all. Cases were like that all serving staff of my office even from pantry to watchman, used to say "Pandey ji" or Pandey. Even the Pan shop man everyday greeted me from far away shouting in front of everybody "Pandey ji Pranam" while i was visiting office every morning. Huhh!!
Anyways i hope in coming future i will (with my efforts) regain my Auspacious name "SUNIL" , when everybody know me by my name not by title.

P.S:- There is a serial on SAB TV "Office Office" which contributed much for the same. There is a character Pandey who enforce everybody to use "Ji"  after Pandey as a token of respect.. This character in this Serial also popularized this "Pandey" or better say "Pandey Ji" concept

Baharhal - "However"

Few day ago i just asked one of my friend to tell me something to write on...
He behaved junk and given me the word "Baharhal" meaning however who he just heard on a hindi news channel. "Whats this??" I thought , but then taking it as challenge i wrote piece of poetry for the same topic that too both in English and Hindi as well, here it goes...

था  हर  वक़्त ,
हर  समय , तुम्हारा  ख्याल..

ज़िन्दगी  की  दौड़  धुप  ने ,
बदल  दी  सब  की  चाल..

रात  भर  जागने  के  बाद  मिलती ,
सीने  की  जलन  और  आंखें  लाल..

अपने  ही  हाथों  से  बुना  मैंने ,
खुद  को  ही  फ़साने  का  जाल..

खैर  कब  तक  सहें ,
भूल  गया  हूँ  सब  कुछ  "बहरहाल"..

English Translation:

Everytime, every second,

it was you whom i consider..

Everybody has changed,
in the life's own scamper..

And awaking in night given me,
nothing but chest pain and red pincer..

From my own hand i wove,

the trap for myself to capture..

Anyways how long i will bear,
I forgot everything now "However"..

Dabangg.....

From my childhood days i was very much impressed by Police and liked this profession as well. Actually i was influenced mostly by the Paisa , Power and Politics which can be accompanied , achieved and associated with the job of police.

Talking of money, although they don't earn much on paper but under the table and over the floor they earn multiple times of their original.
And what can be said about their Power.!! They can slap anybody without any reason , tease girls , have free Pans and cold drinks and still nobody can say or do them anything.
And finally their contacts are with high profile people and politicians.
Even in movies either positive or negative part of police is shown , but they are always shown to have power in hands which they really have as they are legal law protectionist.

So having all these image i always wanted to be a Super cop but juxtapose to it i am a Software Engineer today who have nothing to do beside pressing keys on keyboard and mouse. And it has no fascination in it. And influenced by same fascination and by crying a lot to my parents i got this dress for myself.

Well my blog doesnt aim to defame Indian  police deptt. and i beleive it is one of the responsible job which shape our society and they really do their job perfectly or atleast try to. It is sometimes the overhead pressure or one or two corrupt policemen who blotten the whole lot.

Wearing this dress in between my friends i really behaved as if i am a real police. And don't know why my little friends get frightened by me too in my that specific Avatar.
And i behaved like Dabangg...  :)

P.S.   I never used to be a chor(thief) while playing police chor. 

Readymade Vs Tailor made.

Recently i bought a Formal pair for myself. I just loved its look and design but the main problem with the ready-made dresses are their fitting.I don't know about ladies and girls but I guess boys can understand my feeling very well. :). And this makes me think why every time i invest in ready made , "just because of short of time." This time factor costs me very much in long run when the dress finally get unwearable due to discomfort it creates and also due to my increasing waist and stomach.
Then why should not i go for tailor made for myself. Stitching done as per my size and that too so wisely by the tailor that it feels comfortable even when body fitting size varies with time.
I remember my college days and before that my school days when i use to wear tailor made only.Jeans or denim were the only ready-made with me. While in school my dress material was provided by school itself but my personal tailor used to made it so perfect that i felt my school dress too comfortable. And i can do wonders if i feel comfortable. Honestly , i was much popular and kind of hero earlier but with the advent of my inclination toward ready-made i started losing my charm specially in the corporate world. Anyways this is something very mismatching thing to talk as per topic so lets go again to my college time and talk about my dressing then. I had special customized stitched shirts with most of them having label "S" near my pocket as an initial for my name and was done on special request by me to my tailor. I used to show that to everybody and made myself feel special between them. Trousers i started wearing ready-made mostly by then. And now my life revolves around ready-made only.Which i don't find good.
I am not against ready-made, it is very good if u get ready-made according to your size but it really don't happens every time.
Point is, take your time, if u really looking for cool and comfortable formals for office , tailor made is far better than ready-made. Just chose a good cloth of your choice and after your tailor do wonders for you , you will really love to wrap them around and will surely look like a great gentleman. (which of course I am.!!)

CID - the glorious 10 years

It has been 10 years of CID and people are still watching it. Amazing!!
I guess people working in this show are kind of doing a govermnent job. They must have, by now,used to of such acting skill and in each show i guess no much preparation might be required.
I clearly remember myself watching the first episode of CID on newly started channel Sony 10 years back. I was fond of watching TV and thriller shows that time. CID was a part of package "Thriller Thursday!!" along with AAHAT and Sannata. 
The very first episode i liked so much that i watched it continuously for 1 year. I really liked all the characters from ACP Pradyuman , Daya , Abhijit to Fredriks.Even the lady cop(which continued to change with some episodes). And how can we forget Dr. Sulankhe. But with time with similar sort of story and similar dialogues action..  It became monotonous and I became mature enough to avoid watching it by then. Some repetetions can be easily noticed:

Shuffling and twisting hand of ACP along with one eyebrow raised.

"Daya Darwaza Tod Do." Everytime its Daya only who had to made this effort.

One slap of Daya is enough to make the victim vomit the truth.

Also with one slap only victim reaches directly to CID HQ from any point of the world.

But while doing my engg and entering into corporate world i was not knowing that it is still on air and people are still watching it. Whenever i used to see it on TV i always thought it is repeat telecast of older episodes. But now only i came to know that show is coming continuously and people are watching it too.!!
So even i appreciate it or not but there is something in the show which has still captrured there attention and hats off to all the actors,writers and directors who had really managed to run it for 10 years.

Why??

"It hurts when you miss someone but it feel good to know you are getting missed"  --- A.N.  aka Rakesh

Brother,every time you followed and admired your elders,
Then why left us to carry your weight on our shoulders?

You had the great sportsman spirit and loved cricket,
Then why the hell so early you had lost your wicket?

What about the promises that were made by you?
Who will now make those dreams come true?

Had you sang,danced and played, at last to fly?
And made us remember all of them and cry....

You had made us proud many a time
We hadn't clapped, was that our crime?

You're gone,even now i am not able to believe,
Wished if it had been again one of your mischieve

Just pray you come again, argue with me and make a call,
And say "whatever Bhaiyya, between you and me, i am tall!!"

You might be happy on getting missed,
You will come back,till last time i wished....


--- In remembrance of my brother A.N. aka Rakesh.

                                            1 Aug 1989 - 14 Oct 2010

Irony

Some or the other time we face some irony in our life...
Here i am going to describe one such incident with my bestest friend

When I receive your phone,
And speak in decent tone.
you say to me "Ears pinching, don’t shout.”,
"Your voice is like head of marching scout."
What else I can do ,I start to whisper,
like with the gentle breeze, leaves wither.
On that u say “be a little loud.”,
I guess u r in between a crowd.
Now I get into dilemma what tone to use,
be loud or soft, I totally get confuse.
While I’m in thinking process, there comes a sound,
"Where r u? Speak something",& I become dumb found.
Hearing this when I say "Look, how u shouted, can you rate?"
Voice comes as "Who me? How can I? My voice is so delicate!!".
On this I pull my hair , like a mad,
Thinking even my voice is not so bad.
Finally I find a calm place to talk,
where while murmuring I can also walk.
From my tone one can say as if I m in some FEAR,
But I’ve no issues, till it’s for friend who's too DEAR.

Udaan...

Although i am not a movie critic , and even if i would have been who might have cared about my thoughts over a movie.
But here i can't resist myself writing upon a movie which really touched me and i m sure like me, many of us can relate ourselves with the movie.

The basic idea in movie is how the hell lot of areas and hobbies where a child think of going one step further more and take it seriously as their career driven substance is easily wiped away by parents sometime due to their ignorance or having a traditional thought of making their child either an engineer or Doctor.

Again at some point of our life we feel disconnected from our parents and develop a lot of misunderstandings between us which i admit shown in a bit different way in movie,which might not be common to general,though idea remains the same.

Here the main protagonist is a boy who had good writing skills and want to pursue it as his career, but thrown to Engineering college by his father(who himself is much frustrate being alone in life) as an outrage of the scandal done by him in his school even after requesting time and again for letting him be a writer which his father consider as a cheap job , that will not even fetch him earn his bread & butter.

I guess there are many of us who had their own field of creativity in them and they have even carved a peculiar niche of theirs while being in school but couldn't seriously convert it to their career due to similar situations and finally we get concerted to engineers or something else.

As story continues the boy couldn't concentrate on his engineering and continues with his passion till he get failed in engineering. In between he tried many times to persuade his father to listen to his poetry and praise him like others do, but instead of encouraging he call it a scrap.Many of us might have gone through such phase with parents. But surely not gone through this phase of daring act to follow our dream instead of imposed one as after the parental wish and pressure we became a kind of scapegoat and sacrifice our interest and skill.
We don't dare like the boy who continued his interest rather than imposed academics on him. Although what i describe as coward act is right in one way that with this we can at least make our future somewhere  instead of falling in between the two stools.

Which finally happened to the boy. After being failed and getting reasons behind it, his father burnt his notebook where he used to write. And asked him to just work for him in his factory. He had none other option and had to work like a worker.
In his extreme painful life his local and school friends gave him a sense of relief. Even his step brother whom he used to hate earlier became his companion. And this is the age when parental thought seems to be imposing on us and the plans , dreams that we weave with our friends become our reality. At this child age we find some gap between us and parents,which is what i am sure many  of has experienced.

Finally the boy run away from home to find his own destination , his own life , his own big leap(Udaan) trying to give wing to his dream!!

P.S. The recent success and awards to UDAAN at all Indian film festivals really proves how nice the movie is and people are able to connect with it. 
Sharing some pictures and a film fest brochure of it:

Papa.. Please come soon...

I visited a play school last weekend and saw children reading, playing , enjoying each and every moment without being concerned for any thing and unaware of any problem in the world. And this is the best part of childhood.Minds are true and we enjoy each and everything from the core of our heart. No artificial expressions, no hidden intentions.
Suddenly i saw a child distributing toffees in his class, it was his birthday i guess.And this reminded me one of the incidents of my childhood which made me smile and nostalgic simultaneously...

I was in class 2nd then , and as i wake up one day my mom greeted me "Happy Birthday" and that reminded me that twas my birthday that day.
I started jumping on the bed drawing all pictures in my mind of people wishing me in school and then about party in night..but then papa came and shouted for getting ready for school. But i continued jumping on bed having in my mind "I dont care.. Its my birthday today."Seeking this papa just lifted me from bed and put me directly in bathroom tub , all my fantacies flushed away by splash of water all around. Anyways i started preparing for school which was much easier and better than todays office preparation.Although mummy told me to wear something casual today but i preferred school dress only as i loved it very much.
A navy blue half pant nicely ironed , with school belt already in it, half white shirt and small tie with knot already there. (so no time got wasted in making knot or putting belt all around the buckles of pant). And finally small black rexin shoes and socks which was most difficult for me to wear.
While leaving for school i asked mummy for the toffees that i would distribute to my classmates,she said "papa will buy it from the shop while leaving you school." But while on the way when papa hadn't stopped @ shop i inquired about toffees he said its getting late for the school and he will come again in recess with toffees and chocolates. I got a bit disappointed as twas a kind of rule in class that b'day boy/girl distribute toffees in Class teacher's period only and that was 1st period. I told papa that i have to distribute in 1st period only,he said he will talk to teacher.
After the prayers(where i got wishes from some of my close friends who were near to me in prayer line), our classteacher closed the book, looked straight at me and called me to the front of the class. I acted coy, just like the other boys/girls who’d gone through this routine on their birthdays, but in effect, I simply lapped up all the attention, even took my time getting to the front of the class.Everybody clapped and sang b'day song. I was blushing as if it was my marriage ceremony. Then teacher instructed whole class to be in class only in recess as i will distribute the toffees.
I used to sit with a girl then (as per system of my class not by my choice), she said to me in 2nd period, your papa will not come now, i know. I just plucked her braid hardly, she started shouting. I left her only after the intervention of teacher. And techer hadnt slapped me for this as i was having my b'day that day. But got scolded too much.Suddenly what that girl said was in the mouth of many classmates of mine and i felt very bad.I was about to cry.
I was waiting eagerly for the recess when papa will come with toffees and i will show them look here he is and will give that girl only 1 toffee(usually it was 2 per children). And periods too were looking more longer than any other day. Finally recess came and i asked permission from teacher to go outside and meet my papa.Teahcer said in bad tone, stay here only, peon will inform if there is somebody.
Sitting in class with my Lunch box in front of me but not willing to eat anything and surrounded by my classmates staring at me with suspicion and teasing expression in there eyes.I was murmuring "PAPA , please come soon, please , please ,please.....". Prayed to god also"God please send PAPA soon...".
Now recess was near to over,and teacher said to class "those who want to go can go from class for drinking water or for toilet."As if teacher was also teasing that your papa will not come.I was thinking why PAPA hadn't came and thought of shouting big this time on him.Finally the bell rang signifying the end of the recess. And with this i started crying a lot, teacher came and consoled me but i was weeping continuously with my heads down on my seat.
Suddenly a hand whose warmth i can recognise shrouded over my shoulder and as i raised my head it was my PAPA, i shouted 'PAPA!!!'. He had brought two full packets of plastic bag bursting with toffees and chocolates. And like in morning I started jumping again but this time nobody shouted at me. :) Papa handed over me the packets and i turned to show it to whole class which was a minute ago teasing me.PAPA left saying come back home via school bus i will be on duty so couldnt come to receive you after school.The post recess period was postponed a bit for the celebration of my b'day.
I was happy again and added to my joy teacher again made the class sing the b'day song.I grinned from ear to ear, not knowing where to look, while the class went through the birthday chorus. When the applause had subsided, I sashayed through the rows handing out two toffees to each boy/girl, and holding out the bag to the teacher, so she could take as many as she wanted. Which was usually one. And then, as classmates before me had done, I pulled out a fistful and pushed it into her hand while she protested initially, and then, accepted with a sigh.Finally after the school was over,the dozen or so toffees left were reduced to wrappers by the time the school bus reached my lane where my home was.....

Incredible Allahabad.....Some shocking facts!!!

The four year of hardwork (read timepass, which i regret today ) for earning my bachelors degree was done in sacred city of Allahabad. Though all through these 4 years i have visited to all such places for what Allahabad is famous for , but here i am going to share some very different experience of mine with some different kind of people who shared some amazing information with me and also left some impression on me to be remembered by me in my following years, i guess even native Allahabadis will get more knowledge about their own city and some degree of raise in eye brow expected....



1).Agrawal Bag House, Indira Bhavan: All my three years in college gone without having a bag , dont knw why i felt taking a bag in last year. After doing inquiry localites there suggested me the Agrawal Bag House @ Indira Bhavan Civil Lines. When I reached there , it was an old man with an age of 60+ welcomed me.He showed me variety of college bags with diffrent looks and designs. After i chose one , he said i was sure that you will chose this one only. I asked how? He said he applied "Theory of Probability" in it based upon his previous customers choices. I was shocked a bag shop owner talking of Praobability and mathematics which even i was not sure if i know(even after being an engineer). He told me he was mathematics professor in University and just took family business after retirement from teaching. He then cited many examples wherein he applied mathematics to come upon some result. He said my business is flourishing because of Application Mathematics that other competitor of mine lose. Based upon customers behaviour he recollects the data and provide them the variety they want. I felt howcome such experiment is happening at such a small place in world and it should be publicized to benefit other shopkeepers too but then suddenly i thought not all shopkeepers are University teachers , specially of Maths. So better leave the idea...
But the biggest joke is, next day when friends of mine saw me with the bag they thought i got serious into studies :).

2).Laundry Shop, Ashok Nagar : I inquired rate of dry cleaning a jacket to a laundry shopkeeper (age 80+) in a shopping centre near Circuit House, Ashok Nagar. It was much higher then expected. On inquiring the reason he told the kind of dry cleaning process he do is of international quality level. (listening such thing from such an old man and that too in Alld is really shocking). Anyways , when i asked how? he told he uses white petrol instead of local one that other cheap laundryman use(as told by him , i dont know the real fact). And in full Alld he was the only registered person to have that petrol as it required Govt. Licence and registratiion to have it. Also he told that every weekend he import the same from New delhi, and his final dialogues made my mouth wide open "Ye petrol ya to Aeroplane me use hota hai , ya fir meri shop me!!"

3).Pankaj Omlette Shop, Bairahna : Although Bairahna is famous for shiv chat bhandar and Dehati's Gulab jamun but in one of its corner there is one Pankaj Omlettewallah with his small lorry. He serves boiled eggs , omlettes and fried rice with boiled egg or omlette. He guarantees if you dont enjoy it while eating dont give the money. Although I have no such muse to eggs(as i have not tasted them much and restriction from family being an orthodox brahmin) and that time i had just started eating boiled eggs due to so much pressure from my friends & to avoid too much cold in winters as in hostel we were not provided with much facilities. But i hadnt found the taste very great untill one of my friend made me eat it at Pankaj's.Eating hot,spicy boiled egg in winter have its own charm... apart from his shop i am not able to eat omlette anywhere else as it taste me so bad

4)Baba & Gunjan Dhaba , Naini : I have not tasted Kaju korma like theirs anywhere in world. As per the Baba(owner of Baba ka dhaba) , truck drivers from MP , Bihar and even Bengal came to have dinner at his joint. Truck drivers there said they plead from their owners to provide such destination for transport which goes through Dhaba's way. The non veg of Gunjan dhaba as i heard from my non veg friend is one of the best in Alld. Some people compare it with Jayshankar dhaba in Ashok Nagar but on 1 to 10 if Baba is 8 then Jay shankar is certainly 2. See the difference.. better go and taste then you will realise..

5).Samosa wala at ADA: There is one samosawallah in ADA who sits under thatched roof and provide Samosa on leaves of some tree is the best one i had in Alld.

6).Bati(Litti) Chokha at Highcourt:(This is quiet popular) Under the shade of big banyan tree ,it has amazing taste and very big customers ranging from well known judges to lawyer to police et al.

7).Dehati's shop is small and old but it is registered by Govt. Very few shops in Alld are regitered and it falls into that elite club.

8).As told by Shiv Chat Bhandar , they are the first one to use token system for self service for getting Chat and Dahi Vada.

9). Scandal Revealed: Many of the book shops (dnt want to reveal the name) in Katra ask students to bring books in good condition and they will buy at good rates. This leads to mass stealing of books from college libraries and many of my friends too made thousand of money by stealing and selling books. Shops too made huge profits. I guess it is still going on there.

10). Rama Optician at civil lines dont take a penny for some small repairs , which  other shops charge too much.

Allahabad revisited...

Every city has its own charm and its own speciality. Language of a city is one of them. Some cities are known for their languages even. Like the over civilized language of Lucknow or Bhopal. So have the city Allahabad, its own style of language.
My four year of experience with Allahabad not only fetched me a degree of Engineering but also increased my vocabulary in hindi (or what language should i call it) which is spoken in Allahabad. Some slangs have fascinated me much and some has confused me. Sometime it was comedy of errors while experiencing it and sometime it caused me to have fight with other people.
Today i am going to discuss some such unique words/slangs which i believe many of you(specially my college friends) can relate with, alongwith the incidents which made me learn them. Also those ppl who never visited to city should know this for their better understanding.(esp girls ,as they should know what it means when someone on street tease them... )

Starting with common tone of most Allahabadi people. They use "BO" instead of "GE/GAY"(dont think weird).
KHABO instead of KHAOGE , CHALBO instead of CHALOGE , BOLBO instead of BOLOGE  and the list is countless. You can use it with any Verb and it works.

When i came initially (actually first time when i was going college hostel) in Allahabad , i sat in a auto (which had min capacity of 8 for seating but there is no upper limit...). While on the way Autowallah suddenly stopped at a point and came outside the auto. After sometime on inquiring why he stopped there he said "JHAM HAI". I thought he want to say "jam hai" relating it with usual traffic jam.But i couldnt see any rush or signal or anything which can cause jam. I asked him, other autos are going y dont you? He said "Engine garam ho gaya hai, pani dalna padega , bada JHAM HAI". U can guess now what it means. (meaning : Problem,argument  tone: negative).

Relating with auto travel experience there are two more words.
Towards more village area side of city, there can be found big old Auto's  mostly crowded with village people. People use to call it "Ganesh". As it has a big trunk like structure in front of it. (meaning : Big old auto)

We often pay toll tax at some given place to some authority(for newly constructed road or bridge) that we use.
Here the tax that we give and the place where it is given both are called as "CHUNGI".(meaning : toll tax that we give to the road authority.)

The very first day in my hostel i was being ragged by my seniors , since i was feeling a bit awkward, i had given some answers rudely. "Jada BAKAITI mat pelo." was the words i heard from them constantly after that. I related this with DAKAITI(means Robbery ). I asked them what i've stolen or robbed theirs? Then a ragged mate of mine said they are saying dont give so much "dealing" or talk too much. Many classmates used to tell me he is big "BAKAIT" means one who speaks too much(usually to show himself superior).A bakait word in real sense is not good.(meaning:one who talks too much,   tone:negative )
Also i want to discuss a word "BHOKAL" over here. "Tera bada BHOKAL hai be." I heard people saying it in my class. And BHOKALI refers to a person having this BHOKAL (sturdyness) in him.(meaning: having big influnce, sturdy    tone:negative/positive)

Since our college was in outskirts of city, with village area all around, we had friendship with some of the village people. In one of their local Panchayat elections they sought our help in their election compaign. We had to go along the main leaders vehicle and shout a slogan "PAPPU ki TEMPO high hai,PAPPU hamara bhai hai." Although I was shouting it aloud but wasnt aware what it meant for having "High Tempo". Later on other village people told me what it mean.(meaning: having high moral    tone:positive )

Once i gone to a shopkeeper and asked for something, he replied "NAINA"!!  I asked again, he again said "NAINA". I was confused what he was saying. Naina means eyes usually , i thought he is singing something or what... eventually asking him again he said "Bola na Naina, bar bar kahe ko mang ke time barbad karte ho" (told you many times i dont've,dont wast my time.) Now you can guess the meaning.With time people have devised some shortform words which is combination of 2 or more words. (meaning: Dont've , No)

Now coming over to some tapori(loafer) side of language.(help taken from many of my Alld friends...)
Maru Maal : (meaning: boys while reffering to girls having deadly beauty   tone:please decide yourself)
Kanto Item : (meaning : boys while reffering to girls having tremendous beauty  tone:please decide yourself)
Kantaap Item : (meaning: same as above)
Kantaal Item/Maal : (meaning: same as above)
Kantaap : (meaning: Sharp slap under ears  tone:negative/positive)
Ardab : (meaning: Threatening/sturdy  tone: negative).

I know there are many more but right now i can remember this much only. With time i may add some more words, and your help is always expected, kindly comment , ping or mail me more words, so that i can complement my blog.

United College Of Enormous Rampage (UCER)

Before going any further request you to please undergo the below links having slideshow and  information of something that happened in our college last month.

http://khabar.ibnlive.in.com/news/37558/3#view_gallery
http://www.indianexpress.com/news/rampage-in-allahabad-engg-college-after-students-death/659278/1

I dont know whether it was right or wrong for the students to do so but one of my friend (who is a girl and happened to be my batchmate..) said finally there are some real brave and gutsy boys , who know how to awake the managemnet and ask for justice. In our times all boys were dumb and idiots. Had nothing to do other than doing timepass in college.

I wondered what to say and what not, I mean this was done as a furiousness caused due to a student's death. No such cases happeed when we were there. Also to raise a voice against managemnet one has to have the support of all people no matter boys or girls. I guess most of the girls will not have supported the boys if such thing have been happend , and also there arises a question why all revolt is expected from boy's side.? And here even the girls were involved this time in whatever rampage happened. They have done it in their own gurilla style by masking their faces.
Anyways i am not here to put any allegations to anybody or talking in favour of boys or girls, although you can put your comment over that.

Check the video link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DzTjLKJe8w&feature=player_embedded#

My worry is "What all had happened was a right step by students? Will it not affect their own career in long run? Cant there be any other peaceful way of protest or They have done it right to send the right message to deaf Management?"

Remembering my teachers....

On the eve of Teacher's Day (although i am posting it late but written on 5th only) , I would like to remember some of my college teachers who taught and preached me with whatever little knowledge i have. Though only few people who have got the lifetime opportunity to get me as their classmate can only relate to this blog... others just have happy reading over here.Right from my 1st semesters i was fortunate enough to get such teachers.

Ekta Srivastava: She used to teach us Professional Language .She had a polite and descent teaching style, At times she used to make the class much interactive. Her way of pointing anybody by raising her hand and then a finger perpendicular to it was unique.

Chem Lab Asst: An aged , fatty , small build person having white hair and mustache but voice still strong enough to take attendance of full class.We used to call him "Daddu".Before leaving college , he suggested me to always greet your boss at every occasion for sure in your future job.

A.K. Gupta : Though harsh in giving marks and rude in behavior but this 80year or more ex-IITian professor had great deal of electrical knowledge which reflects in his teaching as well.

Sanjay Pandey: Though a bit eccentric,but had taught us DBMS very well. Had Good concepts.Had unique tone and at the same time used to laugh a lot if somebody gives the wrong answer.

Chirodeep Sir:A bit stylish and youngest of all the teachers. His teaching had made boring subject like Computer Graphics much interesting mostly because of his over-interactiveness in class.

Rajendra Singh: My 90% of classmates were fan of this man. Quality teaching with quality concepts. This man had initially ignited a spark in me to come on time in class and take studies seriously , which although fussed soon.He was master of C language and owe to him whatever i know in C.I was lucky to study thrice under him. (Not coz i failed, but three different subjects.)

Dharmendra Sir: Don't know others but he was my favorite among all. He had made tough subjects like Automata and Algorithms much easy to understand that i used to wonder why people call it tough? But some of his unusual behavior includes having ring-tone of "Bhige honth Tere" and taking out mobile from his upper pocket not putting his hand inside his sweater from upper side but from below.

Mithilesh Tiwari: He was purely my kind of man. Young, dynamic , witty and jovial person. Used to teach also well and above all provided each and every student that much marks as much he wanted in every sessionals... :)


Piyush Tripathi: He had descent and polite teaching style, and in his own way make subject much easier.

A.K. Vanvasi: Our principal and at the same time teacher for some of the subjects. His essence was being conceptual while teaching and giving citations from daily life events so that students can relate easily. This ex IITian professor used to teach the class even if there is one student in class.


I know I am missing many others but there contribution toward us is also same as i had mentioned above. Guys if you find someone such, do comment about them.!! After all they were our career builders...

Why am I always late...

Today an incident forced me to write upon this. Before i write anything else i must share the incident with you people..

While going to office via Bus, on one of the stop an old man of age 70+ (whom further i will refer as Uncle) just stepped in and stood near by my seat.
After sometime seeking that he is not getting seat I thought of giving him mine or wait for some time he will get one as somebody will surely leave the seat at next stop , and in such delimma 4 stops got crossed and he didn't get any seat. Finally after pouring so much thought and wasting so much time , finally i stood up and reached to Uncle and said please have a seat.. u r standing since long...

He said "Son u r too late... I have to alight at next stop." I felt very low and blamed myself for not asking Uncle much earlier or instantly.

The sound "u r too late" still echoing in my ears. Suddenly i gve a serious thought "Why everytme i am late?? Everywhere, everyplace and at every point".

Before this i used to enjoy being late , even i had made a big statement on Facebook -- "I m nt a late bloomer , i bloom because i m late"
But todays incident made me feel very bad, and i started recalling how it all started and how it has become my routine practice..

School Days: An incident had made me hate my school, i was avoiding my school for many days but after parental pressure i had to go with torpid mind which mostly lead to reaching school late and missing the prayer everyday , sometime get punished while prayer was going.This punishment while prayer leads me to search for a backdoor entry to school from where i can reach to my class without being caught & punished.I have found it better as I was studying till late night,waking a bit late and then even after being late i can make it to my class
So i found Late coming as "Best time utilization for studies" and thought of getting awarded for this idea.
After this my classmates used to get shocked if anyday i reached on time!! Even in all events like 'farewell party' , Teachers day' etc ..


College Days: Till this time my school habits and my disliking towards doing Engineering made me taking college academics lightly. Initially i tried to come on time in each class but with time seeking the "quality of classroom teaching" i not only started coming late but bunking class as well. A step ahead from school. Even i used to come late in those classes where late comers were not allowed but i used to mange somehow.. Some classes i never wanted to miss or reach late but by then it was in my habit. And then a time came when my college time starts with 2nd or 3rd period only, i used to miss those classes generally.Everytime short attendance letter reached to my home. Limit was that, i used to go late in my sessional and semester exams too. Once reached 30 min late in a sem exam !!! Today wen i think abt ths i feel i was playing with my career.


Professional Days: First day of career or professional life, one is expected to reach before time , i was late by one and a half hour.!! But came to know that i reached at exact time , other joinees were made to sit for that much of time. Then from my training to project i reached late everywhere with the confidence i will do my work on time so there will be no issue. Actually this leads to much time devotion in office during night time. I have received many mails and complaints but since my work was all on time so none can raise finger on me. But i was defamed as "Late Comer". The late office reaching process is still going on and today i reached office 1 hr late.

This bad habit affected me in many ways. I was on the verge of missing many of my trains but finally got them , not coz i was on time but they too wre late.I think why i should be on time when whole system is late.But I reached many interview late to the decided timings.I missed many opportunities on being late.

Many people had to suffer and wait coz of me. I beg million of sorry to them. I too feel sorry for them and apologise but even then i get late.

I am sure if i would had any girlfriend , she would have ditched me just coz of my this habit.........!!!
One of my "Bestest" friend says "I am the TRADEMARK of LATE COMING" and now i myself feel that "LATE COMER, MUST SUFFER"
But after todays incident i will surely ensure that i become punctual in my behaviour and thoughts as well..

Request: Kindly help me in getting why i get late
Some probable reasons are
1) Irresponsible
2) Careless
3) Utilising time in its best way.
4) Laziness
5) My bad luck
6) Being Overconfident that even after being late, will manage anyhow.
7) Because the whole system is late.

Back to Nokia

With my 6 year of mobile experience i have gone through many mobile changes.
Initially in my college days i had that basic Nokia 1100 that was a popular among many people.
It had silver color as shown in picture above.
It last for many years and had best sustainability (atleast with a rough user like me).
It was one of initial mobiles in my hostel at that time and so lot of phones of my other hostel mates used to come on it. Even it as served a purpose for bridging gap between couples and establishing new relationships.
Overall i was much satisfied with it and loved it so much.
After that i gave a break to Nokia and with changing time and profession , switched to Sony Ericsson. It had nice sound quality(while using earphone only) and sleek looks but it had no durability and soon I switched to Motorola touchscreen which again i found was not so much  user friendly and found it much time consuming even for the small tasks that i used to do in seconds with Nokia. So one day by god sake i left it somewhere so that i can find something new.(read Nokia)!!
Finally i had to compulsively lead to Nokia again and now i am happy with my Nokia and its features.