Encounter with the "Geek"

10th September, i remember the day was a great one. it was Id, my brother's anniversary and a baby's birthday. throughout the day i had only been eating and making fun with my 'peoples'. i came home and my mother reminded me, "today is kiddo's (lets call that baby kiddo here) birthday. we have to go there in the evening." "ok..." i replied, thinking how i was going to manage eating more food that day (i already had 2 lunches). we reached there. unlike a two year old kid's birthday, i could find only old people. ah! i thought, whatever i am going to do here.!
occasionally i saw a boy roaming aimlessly around the house. say, he looked around my age.. wearing a loose over-sized t-shirt that belonged to his uncle (which i got to know only later from him), dark specs, unshaved, sole handler of the camera.. one glance and he looked the quintessential geek.
the cake was cut and we sang 'happy birthday to you...' and he was standing behind, spraying the party snow on everyone present there. ok, this geek knew how to have fun and he was laughing too! i decided to sit in the hall and started checking out the pics in the cam. suddenly, he came there searching for it.
me: here, take it..
he: no no! its ok. u see the pics, i'll come later..
what a nerd i thought. i gave him the cam and went out. he suddenly came in my way and said hi. i was flabbergasted! what do i talk to him? i managed another "hi".
he: what do u do?
me: im doing my SYJC. what about you?
he: just done with my engineering, working with Patni computers. my results were out yesterday.
Omg! i thought. an engineer? in 10 minutes i knew he had graduated in EnTC from Atharva college in Mumbai, a PG in pune, went to kalrashukla classes, had biology in 12th and had a bond with his company for 2 years (which he was not very keen on completing)... he went on to explain everything and i was standing there listening to him, hoping some interesting conversation would pop up as i had nothing much to do there.
me: aapka naam kya hai? (as he was elder)
he: mujhe 'aap' mat kaho. 'tum' bolo. 'aap' bohot ajeeb lagta hai. my name is nitin.
me: ok sure. i am vaidehi.
he: nice name.
me: thanks.

ah, what boring people we are! the kiddo's dad then introduced him. "this is my niece... oh i am sorry, my nephew i mean."  nephew??? such a big nephew??? so the two year old kiddo has a brother who is a graduate?!! ok, maybe. both of us didn't bother to tell him that we already got ourselves introduced :)
we spoke a li'll more and then i left. i didn't bother to even say bye. i just wanted to go home and sleep as my tummy was on the verge of bursting with all the biryani  and the birthday cake.
a few days later i thought of searching him on facebook, the greatest 'friend search engine'. 'Nitin' i typed in...     oh wait! i didn't know his surname! what disappointment! that made me want to hunt more for him! so i put in all possible malayalee surnames i could think of : nair, pillai, menon, panicker, prasad, mohan, chandran, etc. etc. all in vain..!
and one day in my friend suggestions, i read, "Nitin G", one mutual friend and his pic was there too (though he looked a little different with his straightened hair)! i sent him a request and a message too, trying to remind him how and where we met (i really didn't expect him to remember me).
andd the rest is history... i used to be his BBC regarding all possible news related to the kiddo and his famliy when he was in pune (now happily working in mumbai).
Eg: me: hey congrats! ur chechi is getting engaged.!
he: huh? really? ok.... i don't know, i'll ask.. thanks btw!
 we spoke about everything from food and drinks to exams and 'guys', with him telling me how guys are and warning me to stay away from them (the bad ones).. :)  its been great with this friend, philosopher, guide and the quintessential "Big Brother" at times! he has promised to find my Mr. Right for me and i have been heavily bribed to write good things about him ;) (bribe: sponsor my wedding! to do so for a malayalee wedding, and that too from the girl's side is definitely a brave decision for sure!)
LOL! but if i'd have to describe him, he's the nerd, one who pays nearly 25,000 bucks for gymming (which i don't really think he needs- all thanks to his size zero physique) the guitarist of his band 'decibel breakdown', a fantastic friend and going by his 'choice', a great taste!
just a couple of months of knowing this fabulous soul, and we have still never met as yet...

Onasadya...

last year i probably had the best onam ever. it all started with a silly conversation with gelato (or abhi). 

we were chatting late at night and i told him it was onam tomorrow. ok, now being a maharashtrian he knew about the festival but didn't know of its significance and he wanted me to tell him about it. and there i was, in the middle of the night, explaining to mr. Deshapnde why we south indians celebrated onam. a lot of 'but y...' doubts, but i finally pulled it off! the next thing he told me was, "im coming kal khane pe" i think i mentioned about the delicious 'onasadya', the daawat made for onam ;) and then he went on with his all-time non-stop 24/7 nonsense like wat gift do i get for u? tell me wat u want, et.al. he is the biggest flirting chalta firta romantic on earth. so can't expect anything less either! anyways i told him to shut up and went off to sleep, thinking of my 'onakodi', my new dress for onam, onasadya etc. etc.

the morning was good because i was already thinking of lunch. i ate little, very litte breakfast because i was making space for rice, sambar, dal, papads, pickles, sabji, avial, bananas, chips, payasam, etc. i also made a small 'pookalam', rangoli with flowers outside the house. just then motu texted me, "happy onam vedu". i sent the "thanks motu". and the next text was "abhi n me coming for lunch"... WHAT??? are u serious??? and she gave me numerous affirmations untill it finally sank in. the main reason i wanted a REAL confirmation was beacuse, mom had prepared lunch just for the 3 of us (achan, amma n me) and she had left for office as she had half day. so if they were goin to come, i had to make more rice to fill all our big fat potbellys. 

dad was at home (great relief) and he asked me how many will be coming. "maybe 2 i guess....." . i wasn't really sure who all would make it. anyways, we cooked rice for around 5 extra people! all set now! they came around 12.30 i guess... four people. motu, apu, abhi n trisha! ah, dad, what an estimation! and mom came home around 1.00 pm. thank god! no more tensions now.

we sat chatting for sometime until hunger was at its epitome. lunch was served in my room. mom n me laid the banana leaves, dad helped in serving. with every serving, followed an explanation as to what was what and how it was made :) apu ate very less i remember. ahh, what a ful'filling' lunch! :p

we decided to settle down in the hall after lunch. lying down like "so tired of eating", we occupied two couches and a bean bag, unaware of the whereabouts of our hands and feet. 

then some usual talk that we do (silly, philosophical, serious, futuristic, relations, academics... blah blah blah) with some 'usual' phone calls (abhi's aai) and yes, ameya also rang up that day. aai was curious to know were abhi was. and he said, "aai, don't worry, i'll be home in sometime. i am at vaidehi's place for lunch. today is onam..." aai: vaidehi nair? (no aai! all malayalees are not necessarily nairs!!) hehehehe

he was the only guy that day amongst us 'peoples' (almost always like that) coz somebody else couldn't make it. so all us girls in the background, "aai, don't u worry, he's safe, he's with us, your bahus!" LOL i don't think she heard that... not like she'd have a problem. but she should've been worried that he was the only guy amongst four girls! hahahaha

and in sometime they left. in the evening, my neighbour in the opposite building told me, 'i guess your friends were here in the afternoon. i could hear the noise..."

all i could do is manage to bring up a (weird) smile thinking, that aunty didn't hear of all the crap we were blabbing of... in spite our decibels being high...ummmm low.... :)

14th June... unforgettable!

There have been many 14th June's... but none like the one this year. 
It started as a normal day until afternoon when friends came home. They came home at around 4 and spent some time at my place (nothing unusual). We planned for some "peth pujan" on the way at Mc.D. As magical as it could get, it started drizzling the minute we stepped out of the house! Now, 3 bikes and 6 of us... Sanya and Trisha on one, Motu and Apu on one and me with Shradz. OMG! I swear i never had so much fun on a ride! By the time we reached SIMS, my hat flew off... and I would have considered myself the greatest idiot of all times, had I gone to fetch it back. Singing "ab ke sawan..." and all possible rain songs on the way, Shradz n me reached Mc.D first. All wet, we kept waiting for the others in that heavy rain. Not that we dnt enjoy it, but it was raining cats and dogs! In spite of  wearing  jackets and windcheaters, we were completely WET! Not even a single strand of hair dry! With so many prying eyes around us, we decided to leave... better late than never... haha! Just then we got a call from Sanya asking us to come over to Motu's room... I guessed it... something was wrong. 
We met them at the clinic down. Yes, once again Motu met with an accident... but a bad one this time. While the doc slaved over her giving her injections and stitches, we decided to bunk class. What an excitement... and Motu yelling as a background score. We called up to inform that 6 of us won't be coming. Not like they could change our minds but just as a formality. Sanya and me then decided to get a take away... hungry hippos like us! We took a take away for I guess 700 bucks and left asap because... we were wet and guys out there were not blind! Ok guys, i know we are wet, but stop staring at us like that! 
Back at the room changing into Motu's clothes, I ate like i'd never eaten before... everyone was the same...! With the cokes, fries, burgers, ketchups, wet clothes and more mess all around us... we enjoyed and partied like the world would end tomorrow (sans any party elements... which actually didn't matter)!
I keep thinking if we had a time machine... i'd definitely go back in time... just to relive those beautiful memories i had with some of the most special people of my life...!!! 

MOTU...

Manasi or just simply motu for me... 
Its going to be year since i met this girl. One of the most wonderful and important person of my life. When we first met, I seriously never imagined things to be so beautiful one year down the line. Like usual, we started off as good friends and got to know each other over time. Hmm, talking about her, she's a very interesting subject. She's from Nainital, a very beautiful place on our map. Like her place, she's a beautiful person : both by face and heart! 
She's like this sibling i never had. I could never think of getting into and out of problems so easily without her! LOL... Motu as we call her, she's a few extra pounds. Like me, somebody who doesn't feel embarrassed to say that we've put on pounds. But she's more than happy to hear us calling that! Our day is never really complete without talking or texting each other.  Had it not been for her, we could have never organised such great "dabba parties" n meet-ups ( credits : her room, she's a PG), had it not been for this motu, I could never have met awesome people and made friends, had it not been for her, we people could not learn to be strong enough ( she's a fattu and carries Hanuman Chalisa along... but not more than trisha of course).  I officially declare that this girl doesn't know to ride well. I've finally lost count of the number of times she's met with an accident! No, i can't bear to see her like that because... she yells way too badly when she gets stitches!
From shopping, to studying, to hangouts to sleepovers, she's my constant partner in crime! We love each other so much so that we even fall for the same guy(sammy) or rather the same dog! (she loves "DOGS" and adores them ) hahaha! LOL...!
Motu is someone who was there for me when i needed her the most...She's as protective of me as my mum, as loving as even i could not love myself...
For both of us, we are each other's bitches... absolute retards! When we're together, nothing much really matters. Gosh, i cannot think of a day without this mado in my life...
Its just that, I found her when she wanted me...

An unexpected muse..!

Its 4 months since my last blog... thanks to a busy schedule! I had no intentions of updating it until recently I spoke to a friend of mine. he said he read my blog and liked it. oh common, now who doesn't like some true appreciation! ok thank you! He said i must write often... now that put me in a fix! What do I write about? It all started as a joke when I told him that he'll be my next topic and surprisingly enough, he agreed! It was then that I thought... y not? So here I am, writing about this friend of mine. Its like writing a testimonial about him in my blog!

 Well, talking about him, he sure is quite a vibrant person. Maybe that helps him in making friends (talking about his increasing friend list by the day). But jokes apart, I initially thought that he is 'an angry young man' with some pessimism which he has hopefully overcome! I never thought he'd be this fun to be with. But that's only when he's in a good mood.Everything i say has different meanings according to him (some weird ones too)! We are literally tom and jerry bickering at each other and fighting for no serious reasons whatsoever most of the time. My Mr. Muse often likes solitary with just his thoughts and him (i wonder what he broods over.. or maybe i know! :P ). Unpredictable as,... I don't know what... you never know what he comes up with. One of the very few people who manage to drive me nuts... he's got exceptionally good skills at that. A family guy who likes to rebel for what he likes no matter what. His friends mean a lot to him, but not more than family. 
If at all you ever need an encyclopedia as to the best hangouts, food n drinks, there he is! 

Somebody who likes music and dance... and can cook pretty well if rumors are to be believed (no, i haven't tried)! 

A very straight-forward n frank person (yeah, people must be frank not fake). Good at making up jokes (good, bad, silly ones included) to cheer you up. But when he's in a bad mood, likes to be left alone like an uncharted territory. The quintessential Beckham or John according to his friends (I have no idea why they call him that).

I could go on and on. But what makes him stand out probably is that he is courageous and has this die-hard fight back attitude.

Many come and go, but just some people stay. You're one of those. Ok I  know that I am buttering you lots now, haha.
But seriously, he is one of the few people with whom i have absolutely no formalities, and the topic of conversation : silly or philosophical doesn't matter. I am just myself... best or worst ask him! LOL... 

I don't think there is anything much about you to be changed... except of course your phone! 

This and much more of knowing you for 3 years now! Cheers!

on the positive side

its easy to say, "im sad." but its more difficult to be happy. i was no different from others. it was indeed very easy for me to be sad and think like a pessimist. sometime ago, i was in a problem. as usual, i started thinking about the negative aspects of it and became sad. then i thought,  why not think about the positive aspects too? it does not cause harm. yes, it was a little difficult in the beginning, but eventually, i mastered the 'art'. yes, it is an art to be an optimist. to think of all the happy times you've shared with your friend, when you've just had a fight, to think destiny has something better in store for you, when you've just suffered bad luck, to rejoice that there was a wonderful person in your life just when you've lost that person, to think of all the rights a person has done just when they go wrong, to think of the beautiful flowers a plant gave you just when it dried away................ and much more. its easy to find sadness, maybe even when you are happy. but it is very difficult to find happiness and retain it. its easy to shed a tear, but difficult to stop it. it took me time to understand this, but now, i feel life is so much better...... its when i can decide to be happy even in the darkest phases.........

being SINGLE..........

being single has two categories. one- not being in a relationship and two- being the only child. both the ways, im single. talking about the 1st category, most of my friends are committed. im single, it does not mean that i don't have guy friends or i have gay  friends! that's just the way i choose it to be. my friends keep wondering why im not committed to someone. what they don't get is, im happy like this! i don't understand why people so madly in love break up. anyways, talking about the latter, yes, im the only child. i do have cousins, but not siblings. i've always longed for a sibling............... to fight, play and share. some think im lucky i don't have siblings because i don't have to share chocolates or clothes or stuff.....! uffffff! is that your logic? keep it with you please!!

its sometimes depressing being single, both the ways. but it feels good after some thinking that i do........ my own way. sometimes its better not being in a relationship because if you are not made for each other, then why simply go ahead and get depressed? i hear people saying," im not serious about my partner. but we are still in a relationship." as crazy as it can get! i feel better at times that im the only child. when i see siblings fighting over silly stuff........ as kids and even as grown ups, i feel its better to be alone...................

so cheers to all those who are single................... both the ways! destiny has better plans for us...

my dad, my hero

  DAD- 

• the 1st person who held me when i was born.
• the one who named me.
• the one who taught me to talk, walk and live my life.
• the one who held my hand in times of trouble.
• the one who told me that for everything in my life, he is there for me. 
• the one who taught me to calm down when im angry.
• the one who never left my side, be it during illness or difficult phases of life.
• the one who taught me patience.
• the one who is my best friend.
• the one with whom i can share anything and everything under the sun.
• the one who sacrificed so many things for me...................... and much much more..........
  
  
  i love you.
  its not that my mom has not done all this for me. she surely has.
  but as a girl, im more closer to my dad, my hero.                                                                                                    

Aaryan

Aaryan or monu, my nephew. Being the only child, i didn't much like babies as a kid. i loved my cousins though...all of them, without a second thought or a doubt. and the time came when my eldest cousin was to tie the knot. now i love my bhabhi too. i was in 8th std. then. when i came to the 9th std., our family was gearing up to welcome my bro's 1st child. i still remember, all of us were so excited and happy. finally the day came. i was attending my class that day. as soon as my class got over, i rushed to the nearest coin box available(no mobile phones that time). i called up my brother and he said, "it's a boy!" wow! that feeling.....i cannot explain. it was like the baby of the family finally became an aunt! i couldn't go to meet him in the hospital. a few days later, it was rakshabandhan and we were going to my bhabhi's place(she and Aaryan were there). i went upstairs to see my little cutiepie sleeping peacefully between soft pillows.

on his blue dress was written "I am a Johnson Baby". i fell for him there. then came my boards and the proceeding vacation. i spent both at my brother's place. i got to know him so well there. we laughed and played together. i sometimes fed him and put him to sleep. it gave me such a lot of happiness........wait, i was slowly changing. i had started to fall in love with babies. monu made me smile....... everyday. then he started his baby talk in some months. he said mamma, dada, papa and bua! hearing him call me and my cousin bua was always a pleasure. we 3 spent the whole day together teaching him and learning new things everyday, making simple indoor and outdoor games for him and of course waiting for my dad to come in the evening. he was initially soo scared of my dad. poor thing used to cry even at his sight. but now, they're GREAT friends! n he even teases my dad with a very funny name! and in case he forgets the name??? we remind him always!!! oh! its been such a beautiful time with him. life would have seriously been boring had Aaryan not been there. and all the times i look at him, a voice inside me says, God's creations are still beautiful..........<3

Nostalgia...

sitting in the hall and finishing my breakfast slowly, i remember the time i had regular college. getting up early and getting ready for college. stuffing the breakfast in mouth and gulping a bucket full of milk, filling my bag with ONE notebook and other essentials like EARPHONES, rushing to the bus stop and getting down at Modern, then going further to Garware, my college. the day used to be hectic with just only one lecture at times! yet we people managed to bunk n go to Bibin's for our daily dose of pani-puri. roaming the whole of Modern, FC, LCR, Kothrud, Karve RD. etc.
then meeting Motu(Manasi) and Apu(Apurva), that used to be wow!!..........it still is! we guys always do mad things together, like creating madness in all the buses we travel, acting stupid at Mcd (coz that's the only good place nearby), getting food from home n organizing our own style dabba party. OMG! that was sooo much of fun. we hogged like we never ate before! then more madness followed when we started studying, then going out to get some pakodas n vada pavs from Joshi's........WOW! its true someone said that "best friends don't allow you do stupid things.........alone!"
then suddenly realizing that i got late for my bus, i run to DG. there lies my regular bus 'deccan-pimplegurav-deccan 107'. i board the bus to find two more friends, Sneha and Pooja. its fun in the bus too. we laugh and giggle over silly jokes like schoolgirls, do some mischief and throughly enjoy the ride back home! then we have our earphones ready and one good song on the FM and "hey, tune into this......they're playing this song!", reading out jokes from our cells, discussing things and making fun all the time.
i come back home all tired and soon its time i go for my classes. but i look forward to it everyday. there i meet kamini, or trishala along with motu and apu. kamini- that's what we call each other (out of love of course!) another 3 hours of the best time of the day! we study, go to PC for 15 mins when we have only a 5 mins break and have fun there. never did i love studying so much.
finally i come back home at 9.30 like im almost dead. no more energy..........i see food, ok now i feel better even though i had paneer submarine, singapoori roll and rum ball at PC! have dinner, study a little and go to bed. poor thing my bed, loves me so much, always wants me to be there! slowly, i drift into my land of dreams.........suddenly, 'zooom zooom'. i wake up. huh? ok i got a msg. don't panic, its just my cell that vibrated! i reply back and then again.............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz :)

if there's anything im looking forward to, its for our papers to get over and get back to my so called regular schedule!