MEMORIES

Its vacation for me
I am almost done with junior college and is busy planning higher studies........
All of us try to adapt to the atmosphere of our new college,,,we become busy making new friends,,,studying the new subjects,,,,,,,,
anything of the past that remains with us are our memories.........
ISN'T IT???
Don't your eyes become wet when you remember your school days???
yesterday I saw some boys in school uniform playing in mud..,,
With a cup of coffee in my hand ,,i was staring at the red sky which was bidding bye to the sun at the sunset. My thoughts rushed to the past... a few months back... my college days,,,
we were a gang of six....who used to board the 6.45 C.S.T. based local train.
we had a class at seven...and me being the laziest in the gang,,,would often land up running behind the train..
we enjoyed two years of our junior college to the full extent.
sleeping in the physics lecture, blushing at the new (young and handsome) maths teacher,, marking proxy for friends, watching movies after bunking class test,,birthday bumps and treats ......were some of our holy deeds
We had a rude chemistry proffesor ...who always boasted about his b.tech degree from IIT BOMBAY. I remember being caught a few times for sleeping during his lectures.
Being a non marathi maharashtrain,, i was often teased by my friends for the south indian slang I have while I talk in Marathi.
I really miss those days,,,the nicknames that we called each other,, the joint study sessions we had together.....our plans to study early for the next class test( which was never brought into practise)
the way we used to turn to the last page of the textbook to see how many sums are yet remaining to be solved,,and to do the same again two pages later...the late night calls and the early morning snoozes...i really miss all those whispers and gossips that we exchanged...
Time changes evertything..
class room to office
books to files
pocket money to salary
but i believe that we will be the same cute, stupid, idiot friends forever ,,


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A police in need is a beggar indeed

its raining in mumbai..

for engineering students,,its raining questions..(exams are going on!)

for s.s.c students ,,,its raining marks...this one is very uncertain....somewhere the rain is scanty while some places its heavy...

for mothers,,its raining nervousness....schools are reopening...

for fathers,,,,its second week of the month,,their pockets have become less heavy,,almost empty...so its not raining in this region..its draught...

however for me,,its raining boredom..so i decided to run away from my life....

hold on,,i am not gonna suicide

....i decided to run away from this busy and boring life

we decided to spend few days in the lap of nature....it was decided that some 10 members of my class would be bunking the next few days of chemistry lectures and we would be spending our days and nights in a beautiful place somewhere near matheran..hiking,camping,rock climbing,,,etc etc.

so we took off on Saturday afternoon..we comforted ourselves in a mini bus arranged by one of my friends...it was a 6 hours long journey...

many arrangements were made.by me..my entire luggage comprised of eatables,,,as if i am not going to explore nature but to attend the calls of nature...

after settling at the window seat with a few packet of lays and my ear phones plugged into my ears..i was ready for the journey

it was smooth for the next three hours...after three hours we reached a lonely place where one could find only tall banyan trees..it was at the middle of a national highway

the only human species that could be spotted were the two traffic policemen who were waving their hands at us...

our driver stopped the bus.

we were least concerned because we were unaware of the fact that our driver forgot to carry his permit letter.

aha!!!the two police men started questioning the driver,

confusion and worry took their firm roots in the young brains tensed in the bus.....

what now??????

i almost finished 5 packets of lays and 2 of kurkure...but no idea arose in my brain...

who said these food items contan minerals iodine and all those craps????

i made a firm decision..

i am gonna shift to parle- G..G for genious....thats aamir khans reason for perfection...

coming back to the current situation,,our driver had to call his boss,,,who took another one hour to reach at the situation.

this man was a marathi guy with large black cooling glass on his oily head, mouth overflowing with paan(tobacco) and all types of jewellery providing glow to his grey safari suit..

donno what wonders he did!!!!!!!!

he came he saw and he conquered

he handled the permit letter to the policemen..shook hands with them and within few seconds,,,the driver took over the driving seat....

i slowly headed towards the driver kaka and asked

" kaka kay kele tyani??everythings fine ...can we go???"

he looked at me with a wicked smile
"its mumbai police ,,my child,,,...a police in need is beggar indeed,,,,saab will look after it...u people enjoy"
i was surprised. Is this the way indians handle problems??
is corruption a solution to every question??
arent we careless about the future of ou nation?
if this continues.....india will soon slip into the hands of the so- called- babus and saabs...
Is this right????
many questions arose in my brain..my brain cells were searching the answers for these ,,all that i could too was to finish another few packets of snacks.....
still searching solutions....when will our country be corruption free???

THE MADRASI INTRO!!!

From the past few days, one single thought is haunting me
What do I write in my first blog post ?
I was in a dilemma as to what do now???
I tried scribbling many words on my notepad, only to find all the paper balls crowding the dustbin.
Then I started using the Microsoft word for this....and I realized that it was the backspace key used often
“Why don’t you introduce yourself in your first blog post??”
This was the solution provided by one of my friends.......’to introduce myself’
So I started writing...
Hello, I am a tall, fair young girl belonging to a middle class family that is well settled and occupies a small place in the big city of MUMBAI. Even though I hail from the land of coconuts-GODS OWN COUNTRY, I claim myself as a mumbaikar...I love our dear old aamchi Mumbai.
“Did mom ask to register in any matrimonial site??”
That was a question from my dear young bro...He gave me an are-you-so dumb look and continued with his advice...
“Is this the way you introduce yourself on a blog????You lied that you topped the board exam in English.....”
After listening to his valuable free- of- cost advice, I could do nothing else other than holding the backspace key for the next 30 seconds... :-(
It’s done with.
Now that I am comfortable on the my bean bag with my lappy in my lap, I started collecting all the words that I need to arrange for my first blog post.
Mumbai must be the only city which provides shelter to a large population that doesn’t belong to its locality, u can find at least one representative of each of the 28 states of India in Mumbai. For many, Mumbai is a source of income; whereas many lives have raised to fame in this land...truly incredible Mumbai.
But being a mallu in Mumbai, I am always addressed by the great nickname..This is the name that every north Indian proudly call a south Indian..MADRASI.For the holy sin of being born in a south Indian family well settled in north India, I am also exposed to this name.
Even though during my school and college days I used to get irritated by this NICKNAME , now that I have already stepped out of teenage, I consider myself as a grown up, independent , young girl ready to open her wings and fly..fly and rise high to her dreams. So I don’t mind if I am called a MADRASI..Because its an identity, an appreciation..
I am a Mumbai madrasi, a normal mumbaikar who can be always spotted at the gateway of the marine lines, or the one who is busy handling her cell phone between her ears and shoulders, handling the polythene bags and other stuff. A mumbaikar who prefers vada pav more than a burger..or the one who never hesitates to bargain with the salesman......
So to wind up, this blog is the replica of my thoughts from the viewpoint of a young mallu girl confused in this big city, trying hard to make her identity in this crowd,,,
Your ideas and comments are most welcome to keep me going...my words flowing and my electricity bills rising!!!!

Whew!!!! My first blog post is over,,,,,,,,,,, :-D