Petnames....

Well m making it vry clear at da first instant itself dat dis blog wont reveal my petnames in any way. Juz felt like writing it coz in past few days...I hav got 2 of my frnds pulling my leg like nythng ovr a stupid petname which dey have given me and they think they have done a great job.
The reason behind this blog is that 220 volts smile which lights up my face when m being called with any of the petnames which my friends or near ones hav given me. It may not be sumthng very great but it surely adds up to my happiness. Petnames...da wikipedia says that petnames are sumthng which are given to the person in place of their original names for the sake of convenience. I slightly differ with this in terms of the reason behind gvng a petname. As for me...petnames are sumthng which are given to u by people who are close to you and share a connectivity. Whenevr I think of those numerous and humorous petnames which my friends and cousins have given me...at times I rilly blast out laughing. But then ultimately I sumwhere feel happy bout it cos every petname which they have cum up with has sum incident, reason or memories attched to it.
So however they are and whatever they are.....I wana thank all those IDIOTS who hav been an integral part of my so called naming-ceremony at every point for actually NO REASON.

My memories of 26/11...the night of nightmares

26/11/2008....the Biggest Nightmare in the history of our country. The terror attacks in Mumbai were actually beyond the word 'Nightmare'. It was one of the darkest nights for the city and the entire country.
Today its been 2 years but the loss, pain, agitation and rememberance is still the same.
I wanted to write this blog to share my terrible memories of 26/11....
That time I was working on a medical event in Pune of about 1000 doctors. Out of them, we had a faculty of 120 International doctors who were especially coming down to India for this conference. Our event was scheduled from 26 Nov-2 Dec 2008.
 So ideally it was my first day on my Event for which I had put in a years hardwork and sleepless nights. I reached home at about 11pm after completion of the first day. Thoroughly tired and exhausted...I simply crashed into bed unaware of what had happened in Mumbai and least bothered to watch TV. It was only around 2:30am when my cell rang and I had a representative of Hotel Sun N Sand on the line. I blasted at him very badly for calling up at this time as I was totally unaware of the reason. I was also looking at the travel and accomodation part of the International Faculty. It was then when this person told me that one of the Doctor was stuck at the Airport and was getting very restless due to the TERROR ATTACKS IN MUMBAI. Now this literally made me jump from my bed and switch on the TV. Whatever I saw and went through for that one hour at midnite....still cannot be expressed in words. I was thoroughly shaken and shattered. My Mumbai City was in pain and blood...this was actually happening. I couldnt believe it. The very next thought that flashed into my mind was...what about all my faculty and their travelling from Mumbai-Pune on that very night. I almost went into a trance. Fortunatly, Taj and Airport Road had no direct connection so there wasnt much problem.
Somehow I managed to compose myself and reach the venue next morning. Here I got another shocking news....2 of the American Doctors who were also our leading speakers had checked in TAJ MUMBAI ON 26th EVENING. For a moment I felt...its my own imagination coming out of all the scary thoughts of previous night  but No...I was wrong. This was a news and I had to face it .My constant calls to                  N-number of people, police stations, CBI and what not. But I still couldnt trace my guests. And moreover, I was getting endless calls from the families of all the doctors. Oh God...!!! What a scary situation it was. By the grace of almighty, we got the news after a week's time that our doctors were hostages but managed to reach back to USA safe and sound.
This was 26/11 for me....surely nothing in comparison to all those who actually faced the attacks but still a Nightmare in its own way which was unfortunately a REALITY. I never ever in my life wana witness such a situation again.
Today even after 2 years...the mere thought of this day brings goose-bumps and increases my heart-beat at a double rate.My heart still beats and bleeds for Mumbai and the night of 26/11
This blog is a SALUTE TO ALL OUR BRAVE SOLDIERS AND OFFICERS WHO FOUGHT FOR US AND LAID DOWN THEIR LIVES. We are extremely proud of them.
Jai Hind Jai Bharat!!!!

Dedicated to my fav writer....Chetan Bhagat

I wana dedicate dis blog to Chetan Bhagat...sumone whos writing has always been a great source of inspiration and my stress-buster. Chetan...if at all u happen to read this ever....I wana tell ya that I hav almost memorised 'Five Point Someone' and 'Two States' after reading them for about 12-15 times.
Well...here m simply copy-pasting one of ur speech at Symbiosis college which according to me is a superb combination of Fact + Motivation. So here it goes....

Don't just have career or academic goals, instead set goals to give you a balanced and successful life.
I use the word balanced before successful.
Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.

There is no point in getting a promotion on the day of your break-up.

There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts.

Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.

Life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run, with a marble in a spoon, kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point in coming first.

Same is with life where health and relations are like marbles.

Your striving is only worth it if there is Harmony in your life. Else you may achieve the success but the SPARK, THE EXCITEMENT WILL START TO DIE.

PS: This blog is not at all even 0.1% of my creation or ideas but m still posting it because its one of the most influential I ve ever come across.

Riding back to Teenage...

Riding....the first thing I can relate with this particular word is ofcourse a Bicycle. My most favourite thing during my schooldays. I was very attached to my cycle. I had a red coloured BSA cycle and loads of memories related to my cycle. The most funniest was...during the initial stage when I learnt a cycle, I could only stop it on my own but when it came to starting for the ride...I always wanted dadda to hold it  from behind till I grab a control over it. So u can imagine how many times I would hav dashed people and how many people would have cursed me ;-)
Well, the reason behind writing this topic is...I got to ride a cycle after almost 7 years. Wooooww...what a feeling it was. I was in Bangalore at my uncle's place. My cousin was riding his bicycle and I was simply sitting there. Just then he came to me & asked me if I wanted a ride...it actually took me no time to say a biiiig 'Yes'. The moment I sat on the cycle....as I said in the title of this topic, it really felt like I was riding back to my teenage. I was very much a kid for that very moment. There are certain moments in life which are so special that we simply dont want them to pause. This was one of it.

Another example of how every small thing becomes special in its own way!!!!

First day of College...

Since such a long time I wanted to pendown this memorable day of my life. But just cudnt manage to take out time out of my busy college routine. Finally got some time today and didnt wana miss out on it.
21-August-2010....It was a Saturday. My first day of my new college. IndSearch Instiute of Management...5-6 floor red colour building, situated alomost in a Forest Area.
When I got up in morning, this day wasnt like any other casual day. Waves of thoughts were splashing in my mind. It was finally time to go to my new college...time to enter a new phase of life...time to meet new people and finally time to take another step close to my dreams. The most interesting part was...I was a late admission. College had already started a month ago.This was a reason that I had a heap of questions buzzing my mind. What to wear, whether I should take my lunch-box, how many books should I take and blah blah blah. Clothes was like a big issue for me. As I opened my ward-robe, I almost took half an hour and finally settled down for a semi-formal blue-coloured shirt and brown jeans. All set to go to IndSearch.
 It was sharp 8:30am when I reached college. I knew it starts at 9am and I obviously didnt wana go late on the very first day atleast ;-)  As I entered the parking and parked my bike...I started looking around for people to ask about my class. As in where the classes are conducted and all. Just then, a bike came and stopped next to me. A girl got down and parked her bike and started walking. I had no option but to go and speak to her. To my luck, she was from the same class. And this was when I got introduced to the first girl of my college, Reena.
 I went to my class with her. It was on the topmost floor. Reena nicely introduced me to few more people of my class. Rachna, Ankita, Shraddha, Shivani and few more. I was somewhere in between the stage known as Excited and Uncomfortable. Here m using the word uncomfortable because I had enterd a place where people already had their own set of friends and groups and I simply didnt know anyone.
The clock struck 9 and it was time for me to attend my first lecture in my new college. Foreign language lecture...it was German class. Fortunatly, this was the first German lecture. Here I got a real hushshsh feel of relief as I came to know that atleast for these 2 hours I wud be sailing in the same boat with the entire class. It was like any other normal first lecture...more of gossips than attention, more of jokes and comments than the subject matter. I actually dint realise when 2 hours got over.
And now we had a guest lecture....first guest lecture in the new journey of MBA. To be very honest, I hardly understood the topic of the lecture because I still had an overflow of thoughts going on in my mind. After the guest lecture came the moment which I hated to face. It was lunch-break. I simply didnt want this to come because though I m very friendly and talkative I wasnt ready to take the initiative of going and sitting with some group. And it was very obvious that no one would come to me voluntarily and ask me to join them. Somehow I managed to while away my time. Now was a time for OB lecture. I really didnt understand when I heard my classmates saying OB and all. The subject is called Organizational Behaviour. I entered the lab along with my classmates with a mind which was currently blank but willing to be the other way out at the end of the lecture. As I settled in a chair...I was very excited to see my professor. And here entered Mr. Rohan Sachdeo, our OB professor. Rohan sir somewhat resembled Chetan Bhagat and somehow it made me feel a lil comfortable and gave me a reason to be attentive (I m a die-hard fan of Chetan and his books). Adding on to my happiness and comfort level...as the lecture began, I realised that the subject is similar to Psychology to quite an extent and the topic being taught was already covered during my graduation. Wow wow wow...Since morning this was the first time when I felt the zeal of enthusiasm. I was in love with this very first subject which I learnt because somehow I could connect myself with it very well.
Before I could realise...the day was over. It was time to go home. Usually college never gets over so early but it was a saturday. Finally it was over. I was very happy because everything went on very smoothly and I was no more gonna face the first day again.
Nervous and more of mixed feelings at the start of it...my first day of college was finally over with a feeling of satisfaction and happiness at the end of it.

Its just another new day

All these days I have been wondering what could be my first post on the blog. I tried so hard to sit and think as to what should I write. There are so many things happening evryday, life keeps on taking some or the other twist & turn and each & every day becomes special in its own way.
So I juz thought that I'll pen down about this 'another new day of my life'. This so called new day was hardly different than yestrday or day before in terms of day to day routine, da splashing monsoon weather with a cup of coffee by the window side, long chats on phone, reading book and this & that. So whats new about it? Oh yeah, it is a new day....the heavy showers of yesterday have turned out to be small drizzles today,coffee is same but today the cup is different, low balance has cut down da long chats into an sms conversation, Don Corleone who was a 'Godfather' till yestrday has been shot by his rival...is what I cum 2 know as I flip da page of my book.
The day is so similar yet so different and thats why I say 'Its just another new day'