Entry to the Chaotic city but what an experience

Early morning 5:30 i hear a voice preety firm and bold "get up get up, u guys are always late, lazy bumbs get up we have a flight to catch today" well that was daddy calling all the kids to get up so that we could reach the airport on time to catch a flight to a destination which we din know would be so much fun to explore...
before i forget it was apparently "religious trip" to wash away all the Paap that we have done through out the year..here we land at the airport of the city which was just enough for one plane to halt at a point of time.. as we came outof the airport the guy with a placard waited for us to take "Hotel Punjab Palace". We boarded the car and finally enter the city..looks almost like one of those untrodden cities of rajasthan, not many people around,scorching heat outside...we were all ready to go to the place to pay homeage to the gurus and suddenly we realised that we had not eaten so how about having breakfast before u leave.. and thats where the first encounter with the food in this chaotic city happened.. woooooo what parathas with a lot of makhan, amazing uttapam and bread so sweet that Honey would feel shy of itself...and the best part the restaurant was " pure veg"..as day followed the car beneath the hotel waited for us to take us to the destination and to our amuse the mulazim of the car was an antique piece..colour as dark as coal and to cosmetize his face had goggles which took all of ours breath away" the hit race movie shades" stuck closely to the eye to make sure that it does not fall off at any jerk while dealing with the speed breakers of this chaotic city....The songs in the car reminded you of the historic era where the only dance was to take chakars of the trees..
Finally with a lot of struggle we reached where we wanted to and took the blessings of almighty in form of " ram guru", peace , solace, satisfaction all derived at just on look of him standing feet apart imparting the pearls of wisdom.. Its lunch time again and the mulazim had left us and gone so now it was the time to figure out our own way to reach to a place where we could fill our tummies..a s we walked my brother- a stark observer and my self ( trying to lean the skills of observation via a happening course called Business design) tried to apply our techniques and observed through out..Black faces with the Race shades had rocked the city and the traffic played the role of devil making sure that none was spared from its actions..All this while i abused mumbai for being organised but now i see a strong competition here... anything between 30 - 40 mins to cover a distance of 2 kms...However im thankful to god for the two legs that we have been gifted with ..
Day was exciting to see a new city, new people, new culture, nice food and it went on till my bhai and bhabhi threw me out of the room saying that they had to resolve a fight ( i really it was a fight and nothing esle) . The koochi koo couples floating on the air of love just seemed to be delighted to be with each other and I made sure that all the music channels of the tv was memorised so that i could play it to match it to their emotions.. the next day followed..i just finished writing a blog on the autowalas of Mumbai but there was something peculiar here also.. they would agree to make you sit but ensured that you knew the way where you wanted to go , not one but everyone were the same.. they made sure that we had memorised all they ways before we left the city... humorous city totally.. people just seem to be crazy in their own world they they forget to remove their scooters which they parked few hours on the middle of the road to make sure that the act to chaoas is fully justified.
In the span of 4 days was also something special- my dads bday it was time to celebrate and have fun,, venue was booked and preparations were done..all the associated were called and we finally reached the " Babylon group of Hotels" - a name probably never heard of but was just so beautiful to spent an evening with your close ones and a place where all the colourse seemed to have its place....the dinner began and a certain glee on the face of the birthday man as he got all those things that he had been longing for...
One more experience , when myself and bhabhi had the opportunity to sit in one of those rare cycle driven cart, with no boundaries and walls and view the city from an elevation and experience the chaotic road and traffic along with the minister's car passing by with the red light on the top of the car and the chaotic noise that it made to bully the traffic to spare the way for them.. even though chaotic but the experience was worth it..
here we reached the hotel to pack our bags all night to catch a flight early morning tomorrow to Mumbai .. what an experience the city gave - "Amazing food" pure veg" everywhere,, traffic that would irritate u to a level to snatch ur hair off ur head( provided you have enough of them at the right place), the noise so much that any permissions of loudspeakers or noise pollution control policies would not be adhered to....but journey which was totally fun and worth remembering.. oh Have i mentioned the city!!! I guess not well the city is none other than "Raipur".......

journey back home

Would not sit here to describe the whole story of the day but yes something that has happened with me repetitively and today has finally compelled me to write on this one...
Its november rain in mumbai, quite exciting and thrillling...But we mba students have to be stuck inside the four walls to be physically present to ensure that at the end of the lecture "p" appears on the attendance sheet....But who says thats all, apart from that u choose be in the innovation clubs of college popularly known as " innowe' my second home...and after all those meetings comes the best part of getting down to the basement where the recreation room is filled with all the TT mascots to hit shots not on table but on each other..well today even thats was bad, a series of defeat..Finally the clock stuck 8 and the cinderella had to get back home , i put on my id card which i had taken out to play TT carried my heavy bag with laptop and left with a friend towards the station..as i started by saying that it was raining ,, it was still raining ..No umbrelllass but still had to getback home.. Both of us ran towards the station and peacefully caught a train( an empty train - to our surprise)..Me standing at the edge of the train to feel every chillof wind touching my face and cutting accross my duppata hanging outside the train..some gestures asking me to be careful but i just loved it so much with the new atif song ringing bells in my ear may be for the 50th time.. all seemed just so beautiful..Ghatkopar station arrives and as usual I waited for the auto to come so that I could reach home early to finish up the backlogs.Messy station, people crowded like cockroaches( the population just seems to be killing you), busus gushing just half an inch besides u making sure that you make that curve that you just practised while doing one of the asanas in yoga..

The price ceiling policy which i had learnt in economics just matched the situation created of shortage of auto in the station.. People drenched, some Under umbrella, some carrying babbies around the waist, some couples holding hands and amongst all of them here i am without an umbrella, heavy bag alomost making me bend backwards, phone in the hand getting wet, waiting for the auto to wait to escort me to the silver valley( Chandi Vali).. 10 mins, 15 mins,,25,, 35,,50mins the patience level checked to the maximum. nevermind i have just come back from raipur a religious trip which inculcated in me the quality of being patient and more patient. i started walking towards home (still raining) annoyed, frustrated and cursing the mumbai autowala s as they refuse to help u i still don know why? Prayers in the mind and just wished an angel would just swing her wand and the auto would stop right next to me to take me home.. But life isnt that easy i had to keep walking for long then suddenly i See some thing huge in red coming my way, nothing scary its the Mumbai bus service popularly known as "Best" but now the happpinesss was not in just finding the bus but to make sure that it was " the " bust hat would take me to my destination..I just walked 2 steps back to see what was the number imprinted on the small corner of the bus and to mu luck it was 421 the bus that drops me home...The happiness has no bounds and the magic wand did come its way..getting into the bus was a sigh of relief but what next..No place to sit , people in front of me smellling of some alcohol, men all around barring the 2 seats in the front especially reserved for the "priveledged class' called the ladies..However after a while i did get a seat but along with that a punch on my eye by the person who just got up to give me that seat and to my surprise he said sorry..i sat and again felt pain on my toes and just realised that some one stepped.. god the anoyance was at the highest level and any confrontation at that moment would have made my finger fold into a puch to hit badly on the face to make sure that the anger is cooled.. after all this jostling and so called joy ride i was dropped to the bus station to walk back home... here i enter Fiorello , feeling glad in the assurance that i atleast "reached' home today. The green salwar kameez with the matching footwear were all wet, the shoulders tired under the burden of the laptop and the mind fucked due to the extraordinary trip that just followed..The lift just arrived and the eyes filled with tear on the verge of wetting my cheeks but that doesnt matter coz if it wanst for these kind events the blog would not have been born at the first place...

certainity in ambiguity

well this story is not a short one but something which carries a lot of history behind it..........2 frends who just met randomly never thought that would be so close to each other...the story of being friends forever might sound cliche but thats what it is all about " u know we are best friends" or "we are just friends"..........long hours of unlimited chat where what made sense is still a question, one string of mails while not around and long night calls on some network scheme to ensure u get the maximum at the cheapest cost( college students yar).....Destined to be never at the same place but ensured that we atleast met... one comment made by him one day which struck the cord of realisation that" do u know in these 5 years we have only met for 5 full days" best friends but irony na......But who said that presence is all that matters..the bond of understanding just gets better and no matter what and how much ever we strive to fight we are unsuccessful( never to say it again Im a bit superstitious on these things)..some rules and fundas in life which would work only in his favour coz this breed of sunsign just thinks that they are at the top of the world already..Rule No. 1- Never get angry. Rule no. 2 - he has the right to say everything" Rule No. 3- I have to forcefuly sign the rule sheet...someone who has never been expressive and have been compelled to be one,, someone who never gave surprise atleast to me for all that i can say thinks something can be done,, someone who has made only one good decision of life of coming to the place where he wanted to be for whatever reason and make the most of it( be it for a small period of time), someone who has seen me crying twice( reason not to be mentioned- Im embarrased),,,,someone whose helped me fill some crapy mba forms to ensure that i too get an mba like he did.....someone who has been my partner in crime for all the parties and sneak outs( blog not to be read by elders),, has been fashion illiterate and crticizing me for wearing velvet for a party,, and most of all likes something in me which the whole world hates and in his language the " the multicoloured flat nose". you know its just that the choices are subjective.....Probably does not like me to be single and desperately wishes that i get hooked to someone , and there is a big bet on this.. stilll waiting for the 15 months to get over to see who wins....iTs gonna be as usual...

So what next.. now i see a transition. Is it that things are actually changing or he is actually changing...and well he says that change is the only thing constant in life..and i totally believe...And irony is that there is certainity in ambuigity - i don know how? some forward messages which never came my way in the past 7 years certainly mean to convey hidden messages through the most powerful medium called sms.. Some stories explicitly mentioned to draw corelation in life,, dialoguess completely influenced by the Bollywood would make u fall flat on the floor( aspirations of becoming the script writer could be looked at) and most of all hidding things from the best friend and trying to create curosity for a month, he says it was just due to bad planning and i still wonder what planning is he talkign about ?? well thsats what certainity in ambiguity... well some body has taught me to complete things once they are started im still waiting for that some body to keep up to his promise.......Probably its just a matter of some time...

Word Of Mouth

Somewhere amidst the Himalayan city
Was located the institution of my knowledge
A place where all the learning’s began known as the college.
The local language influence had its unique way
Of how these three golden words would get me enough pay.
Ek kaan, Do kaan and Makaan was the way I learnt this mantra
And today it is the best marketing tantra.
With the clutter of 1500 ads viewed everyday
The power of words is what ultimately lay
You speak about either what you like or what you hate
This brings about the efficiency rate
The power of words through the mouth interface
Will definitely taking you ahead in the race
A jargon that is a part of every marketing class
is successful only if it reaches the mass
well the crux of it is not just talking about it
but to spread the word enormously to make it a hit
human tendency of believing what others say
surpasses the gimmicks that others lay
make it happen, let it be talked about
you will definitely be accustomed to the clout
the story is not so simple
any misinterpretation would be a pimple rather than a dimple
intricate details to be taken care off
to make sure that the right message reaches the other end
ample number of examples from the past to prove the
from the hereditary passage of the tortoise and the hare story
the life expectancy of this marketing mantra is unlimited
from the Stoneage to contemporary world it remains unshed.
Gossip would be another terminology for these three words
Trust, Reliability and potentiality being the three cords
the indian mentality of making sure that no news remains confidential
making sure that everything is passed and the act is real
The power of words spoken remains unconquerable
The spread is fast, more and unbeatable
Tool needs to be used to its maximum
So that the viral spread reaches all rather than some