This friendship day I didnt find anything better than this to salute my bestest buddy sumant aka sam aka sd ;)

frenz!! i don have much 2 say abt sumant cuz his action speaks louder than his or mine words ;)

but ya hav an incidence 2 share with u all when i went 2 meet  “Mausi ji” .. n c how constructive i was while dealing with Mausi ji ;)

….. and here is the excerpt by the expert …..

Mausi: Bura nahi manana , itana to pochhana hi padata hai ke uske lachhchhan kaise hai, kamataa kitna hai?

Ajeet:  Kamaane ka to ye hai mausi, ke ek bar biwi bachhon ki jimmedari sar pe aa gayi to kamaane bhi lagega

Mausi: To kya abhi kuchh bhi nahi kamaata?

Ajeet : Nahi nahi ye maine kba kahaa mausi, kamata hai lekin, ...ab roj roj to PROJECT mil nahi sakata na... to U HI SYSTEM PER APNI SKILLS SHARP KARTA REHTA HAI bechara

Mausi: SKILLS SHARP KARTA REHTA hai?

Ajeet: haan mausi ab ye kambakht COMPUTERS cheej hi aisi hai ab mai kya kahoon

Mausi: heynnnn. to kya SOFTWARE MEIN hai?

Ajeet :  chhi chhi chhi mausi, woh aur SOFTWARE na na. woh to bahot hi achcha aur nek ladka hai.Lekin mausi, ek baar laptop haath mein aya na phir, achchhe bure ka kaha hosh rahata hai Hath pakad ke bitha liyaa kisi ne DEVELOPMENT karne ab isme bechare SUMANT ka kya dosh?

Mausi: Thik kahate ho beta. DEVELOPMENT GURU woh IT EXPERT woh lekin, uska koi dosh nahi.

Ajeet:  Mausi aap to mere dost ko galat samaz rahi hai. woh to itana sedha aur bhola hai. aare basanti se uski shaadi karke to dekhiye, ye COMPUTER ki aadat to 2 din me chhoot jaayegi

Mausi: Arre beta, mujh budhiya ko samaza rahe ho. ye PROGRAMMING, SOFTWARE,INTERNET aur DEVELPOMENT ki aadat kisi ki chhooti hai aaj tak

Ajeet: Mausi aap SUMANT ko nahi jaanati , wishwas kijiye wo is tarah ka insaan nahi hai. Ek bar shaadi ho gayi to woh BROADBAND band kar dega bas,FACEBOOK apne aap chhoot jayega

Mausi: Hai hai, bas yehi ek kami raha gayi thi. to kya FACEBOOK bhi aana jaana hai?

Ajeet: To isme kaunsi buri baat hai mausi. arre,FACEBOOK to raja-maharaja unche unche khandaan ke log jate hai, haan

Mausi: Ek baat ki daad doongi beta. bhale sau buraEya hai tumhare dost me ,phir bhi tumhare munh se us ke liye ttaareefe hi nikalti hai

Ajeet: ab Kya karu mausi mera to dil hi kuchh aisa hai.To mai ye rishta pakka samazoo?

Mausi: Pakka? bhale saari jindagi ladaki kuwari baithi rahe. lekin mai aise IT WALE aadami se nahi byahanewali.

Ajeet: Ajeeb baat hai. mere itane samazaane par bhi aap ne inkaar kar diyaa..  Bechaaraa SAM ... naa jaane kya karega? ;)

India is shining!! And is shining in a BIG way. Gone are the days when our mothers were just handling the kitchen and daily soaps department. Now they are very much aware and alert about what is happening around. They have moved way ahead and their dictionary is not restricted to terms like TV Remote, LPG cylinder or Washing Machine. With time, there have been quite a few updations to this dictionary.

Here is an incidence, which gives the sufficient backing to what I am talking …

Anurag and I reached his place to install a software application in his home PC. Well nothing dramatic happened thus far and once we were done with it, we came back to our office. After a while, Sam asked us “where’s the Pen-Drive??”  We started searching our pockets but things coming out were just throwing the error message “no match found” for a Pen-Drive. After tracking backward in our minds we realized that the only possibility is that after doing the installation we might have forgotten to bring back the Pen-Drive.

Now then, Anurag had a worried looked on his face (which generally is a missing expression in his case) and that immediately attracted our attention towards him.

Sam asked “ Kya hua , any probs ? Call at home and find that Pen-Drive is there or not ?”

Anurag replied “Bhai problem is that only. HOW WILL I GONNA EXPLAIN MUMMY TO CHECK WHEATHER PEN-DRIVE IS THERE OR NOT?? ”

But then, he had no other option but to call at home and solve this Pen-Drive mystery.

Anurag : “Hello, mummy !!!”

Aunty : “Haan, bolo Anurag.”

Anurag : “Wo jo COMPUTER hai na, matlab wo jo hai na jisme saare wires lage hote hai !!”

And here comes the first nuclear missile from Aunty, good enough to keep Anurag’s mouth wide open!

 Aunty : “Achhaa !!! CPU na ?”

Mind-blowing answer!! But still Anurag didn’t give up and come up with the next trivia question.

Anurag : “Haan , haan wo he, CPU! Ussme check karo aap, ek choti si cheez lagi hogi, Ungli ke size ki. Mili ??”

Time for nuclear missile # 2

Aunty : “Kya, PEN DRIVE na ?? Haan PEN DRIVE hai, aa kar le lo !!”

We just kept laughing, laughing and laughing looking at the expressions at Anurag’s face which are patented only to him, no one else can give such fantastic expressions!!

Soon are the days to come when our moms will be preparing the monthly grocery list on a MS-Excel worksheet or why not ordering the whole kirana online !!

This thought itself was exciting enough to tickle our thinking bones ;) and once again we started day dreaming!!

P.S. cuz when we dream in day time , we code it in night and next day we are ready with a solution! ;) 

FLASHBACK :

A Desi joke, a school class-room and a train compartment, is never complete without a Sardar ji's auspicious presence. Well, Punjabis are the super stockists of hospitality, friendship, generosity, energy, smiles, strength, laughter, etc etc etc. The list is endless, you name it and they have it! I guess I am safe now ;)

Mr Flora, Manager (Materials) from a leading player in Indian Automobile Industry was travelling or rather suffering in the same compartment along with us. He was a very soft (or less) spoken man, boarded the train from Bhopal and his destination was also Belgaum. Mr Flora was so generous that he spilt full cup of very precious Indian Railways Tea on a co-passenger, may be to wish him a pleasant morning. And on top of that, news of train not going to Pune was like adding insult to injury for this guy, who just had a nice early morning hot tea bath.

Mr Flora scored second time by pouring tea over this very irritating at-your-face types fellow. Well, first time he scored with us when he started the conversation by asking, “Which college you guys are from?“  

Simply, can’t describe it, how it feels when someone asks you that question even today!  ;)

BACK from FLASHBACK : 

So back from flashback to ‘Anjaan Shehar’ Sholapur’s Railway Station!

Most of the passengers had to get down at Hubli and Belgaum and when they came to know that train will not be going to their desired destinations they got steamy furious.

I mean, is it a Bus or some Cab, we are into. 

Traffic Jam ??? Ok, driver,lets take another route !!

Well, it was supposed to be a Train which runs on a defined track! But not this day!

I updated my FB status 'Train No 2630 LOST !!!' and received quite a few surprised and shocked faced comments immediately from some of our 'Facebook Flag-Bearers'. Meanwhile, after a few discussions with all sorts of ideas and suggestions coming from all directions, we decided that one group will go and talk to the station master to take the train at least to Bijapur and the other group will stay back to pull the chain to prevent the train from leaving the platform. And guess what, me and sam got appointed as the 'Official Chain Pullers' and believe me it was quite an experience doing an illegal stuff, legally. Every time the driver tried to put the wheels rolling we were up for the tarzan task ;)

This Chukk Chukk Gaadi drama continued for little while and then we saw our second battalion coming back from the Station Master’s Cabin with a BIG winning smile. When I saw them walking towards us few random thoughts hit me.  They all don’t even know each other by names but at that moment they all looked ONE. No Marathi manoos, no Rajani anna’s devotees and no Bhaiya ji from UP/Bihar. Watching them walk hands-on-shoulders was like, they play and mint money for the same IPL team. And the very next moment I thought if a bunch of guys can put the train back on so called original track there should be no surprises to read about train accidents in newspapers. So from the next time you travelling in an Indian train better keep an eye on passing stations. ;)

But it’s ok for this time as it was in our favour! ;)

So that’s how at last we won the battle and once again train started to move towards Bijapur. And another FB status update 'Things back on track!'

Now, from Sholapur to Bijapur it was all about “How to reach Belgaum”. Mr Flora, the Production Manager transformed into a Rescue Team’s Captain and took the charge. Few phone calls made by him here and there, and the end result was a Tata Indica Taxi waiting for us at Bijapur Railway Station. 

We were like, WoW !!! Good job done Sir !!!  

Me, Sam and Mr Flora decided that we will Go Dutch as far as the Taxi fare is concerned. So all well and all set, we launched towards Belgaum, a 207 km ride. Mr Flora took the front seat with the driver and me and Sam happily took the back seat. But before our happiness could actually sink in we found that we have one more companion!! Mr Driver’s friend! 

He entered the car with India’s most favourite icebreaking line “Thoda adjust Maadi ”. Sam took the window seat and I was the one who responded to this guy’s adjustment call and that’s it!! I got stuck right in between. After a while like true Indians we all ‘settled’ anyhow! 

“Wow! Wo dekh, that’s a Black Taj Mahal.” Sam said it loud watching this magnanimous structure. It was huge, artistic and very beautiful historical monument. “I think I have seen it before as well. May be in my previous birth? What say?” I said it, watching this amazing piece of art work and at the same time putting extreme pressure on my little used thinking machine. But then, even Sam was forced to put on his thinking cap to come up with this answer, “Yeah in your pervious birth only when you were in school long back. Ha ha!!  Yaar, it is GOL GUMBAZ.” Sam said it all excited.

 It was an amazing feeling to see this mega structure standing right in front, which was only a tiny 3 marks answer for us in Social Science paper during our school days. 

We kept staring at Gol Gumbaz as long as it was possible for us. Few more site seeing within the city and then we hit the NH -13. And I must say it is the ‘Sweetest Highway’ I have ever rolled on. Every single minute ticks by and a tractor pulling a fully loaded trolley, overtake you. These trolleys were neatly loaded with sugarcanes. 

But as usual too much of sweetness is not what is meant for me and Sam, so Mr Driver turned into some regional DJ and started playing all kind of regional movies songs. Original or remix? (I don’t know, they all sounds the same). I told Sam “Welcome back to Southern India !!!” ;)

Now this is what you’ll call National Integration, Sardar ji from Punjab is sitting helplessly in the front seat enjoying the high volume dos of  South Indian music, me and Sam looking for cover and Mr Driver along with his buddy enjoying the drive as if they have paid for the trip. As they say, Fight Fire with Fire! Sam decided that he had enough of it and soon plugged in the iPod on full volume and eyes closed.  So we kept moving on, tractors kept on overtaking the taxi all the way. Soon the light fades off and it was simply majestic to see the highway signboards and dividers shining in the moonlight. And the colourful tractors added the extra colours and sweetness to it. 

Watching the polished, smooth and spotless Highway I was filled with extreme proud that India is making progress leaps and bounds. World class express highways, towering buildings, cutting edge technologies and what not, “I guess we are doing well!” I said to myself but what I saw the next moment was good enough to demolish my feel good factor! On such beautiful express highway, little kids (still in their school uniforms) were carrying ‘water’ in colourful plastic containers. It was really heartbreaking to see them pulling their bicycles and somehow now I did not like the colours added by those water containers to the scene. Whole India Shining effect was gone in a flash and once again the bitter reality of ‘basics’ was glaring at me! That was the day I once again promised myself to save water as much as I can! 

Skipping baths may help!!  ;-D

‘India’s future carrying water to their homes’ was the last thing in my mind when we finally touched our destination BELGAUM!!  Dropped Mr Flora to his desired venue, exchange of business cards and we said bye to him. It was our pleasure meeting such a nice human being. I hope he writes the same about us. :D

Well soon after, we reached our allotted guest house and that is it, time for another round of deep sound sleep.  Finally we reached Belgaum!

N yeah! Please SAVE WATER!!!

'Mng 5:40 board the train!' updated my Facebook status as soon as I made myself accustomed to that uncomfortable chair-car seat of JanShatabdi Express at Jabalpur junction and started for our next destination, Bhopal. You can forget to call your parents and tell that you have reached safely. BUT!! you can never forget to update your Facebook status. All thanks to Mr Mark Elliot Zuckerberg !! I wonder 'whats on his mind?' lol :D 

Well !! Me and Sam, already drowsy with early morning train (and all-night-long PS2 mania) were helped a great deal by a group of 3 B.E. students sitting right beside us. Anyone can easily recognise that, three are the engineering gems, just by looking at them even from a train-length distance. First Einstein was a short guy with thick glasses on, suggesting that he has already read all the engg tombs in his college library and the other two with that 'If-not-we-who-will-save-the-planet-earth' looks, announced their grand presence in the train. These upcoming engineering miracles were in full swing with all possible types of circuit building(or breaking) tech talks and I must say their level of excitement and intensity of discussion was directly proportional to the speed of the train. No wonder we had a deep sound sleep for the most part of this 'extreme engineering' coated drive.

A familiar voice of a lady announcing the trains arrivals and departures along with those terrifying caution announcements disturbed my deepest sleep as we reached Itarsi junction at around 10:20 am. And once again my belief got strengthened that God is there when these Future Engineering Masteros got down at Itarsi to catch their connecting train for Chandigarh. At last !! some sanity prevailed and our train slowly started picking up the pace, whistling in harmony with the 'Dead Woman Talking' terrorizing announcments.

Few more Facebook status messages updates at Bhopal as our next train for Belgaum was at 7 pm and we had nothing much to do the whole day. Moment, we stepped into Platform#1 at 6:45 pm, Train Number 2630 Yashwantpur Express arrived. India is a magical country and sometimes trains appear 'On or Before Time'.  We reached our allotted berths and soon settled into sleep. Best part about a train jounrey is that, you get ample time to catch up with your sleep.

Next day morning our train was scheduled to reach Pune at 11:15. But!!! As usual destiny had something else stored for us. The coach-attender came in with this tehelka news. " Train Pune nahi jaayegi, jo log Pune ja rahe hai wo next station par utar jaaye", he announced it anxiously, just the way I use to tell my Ma about my exam's grades. Situation was quite dramatic and funny at least for the passengers not going to Pune. Sam, me and others who were going to Belgaum or Hubli were pretty much relaxed, enjoying the reactions of Pune passengers. They were looking very much clueless and started praising the Indian Railways with all kinds of abusive terms. They got down at the next station looking for the alternatives. Well, our fun-session didnt last for long and as me and sam were discussing the Amir Khan's Titan watch ad in which he says ".. kabhi kisi anjaan shehar ka ticket kata kar dekha hai ??" our tall dark and not so handsome coach-attender came back with another piece of information that our train is not going to Belgaum either. And we landed up in 'Anjaan shehar' Sholapur station !!

--- 2 B Continued ... 

Salman Khan gives some 10 Crore if you answer few of his questions but what if you want 'THE answer' to get even a gigantic 100 Cr worth work done ?? 

Well, you have to pay Rs 10 to the Office Boy [the Greatest Devotee of Mahatma Gandhi] in most of the systems in India.

and thats what is the real DUS Ka DUM !!!

Bus, Dus Ki Patti and you get the admission form without being in a Q.

Dus Ki Patti and you have her mobile number.

Dus Ki Patti and smooth late entries in hostel.

Dus Ki Patti and you are the one who gets the first tea in your office.

Dus ki Patti and heres the tender detail.

Dus Ki Patti and your project file will jump one level up.

And we all know, this list can go on and on ...... 

Ask Mr Musaddi Lal, the brave man who keeps locking horns with these Great Indian Warriors.

But ya nothing like a timely salute by your building's watchman when a gorgeous is passing by.

Now, thats what you call,  Dus KAAAA Dum !!!