I Miss..

=> Chatting with my mom till I fell asleep during nights.. and bothering her with my gossips even when she's damn tired and wanted to sleep..

=> The ‘She’s My Girl’ look on my dad’s face whenever I did something great..

=> The fights with my bro… (I don’t understand why do we have to stop fighting after we get married.. shouldn’t it be a ‘must have’ for this relationship forever?!)...

=> Playing with my sweet little niece and nephews ‘Manas and Runjhun’.. (And of course scolding them for no reason :P.. )

=> My dad's lap whenever I am tired (I just wonder at times.. did he really never get frustrated with all those tantrums of mine or is it just that they didn’t show)..

=> Meeting my friends whenever I wanted to..

=> Crying whenever I wanted to (I guess that’s a part of growing up…)

=> Being the ‘pampered-tantrum throwing-spoilt brat’...

=> Those little surprises by Tuts. (He hardly does any of those now.. :P)..

=> My college life — every emotion – anger, fear, anxiety, joy, sadness, hurt, loneliness and still knowing that life couldn’t have been better.. And much more......

Eight months of absolute bliss!!

I know this is the most cliche sentence I can say but still I’ll say it... It seems like yesterday that we got married... doesn’t feel like eight months by any stretch of imagination!!! And its so overwhelming to remember each of those special moments that we witnessed in this period... The SMS fight just before you reached the wedding venue, my first day at your place, the honeymoon and so many other trips, the fights, the disagreements and the warmth on solving those disagreements, understanding and knowing each other more and more everyday, the good, bad and ugly times...aah... i can go on and on and on...

Its unbelievable for me and for others who know me... to see that someone has tolerated me for so long... and that without many grins :) I know how impossible I get at times... I also know how nasty I get at times but then again, I ove doing that also :D

On a more serious note, I still believe that I couldn’t have been luckier... coz you are the best for me :) I love you... :) more than you will ever know... more than I can ever say... and though it seems like yesterday when we got married... I can’t imagine my life without you! You’re a sweetheart tuts! :)

I am irritated!!

Today, my soul just feels a little irritated...somewhat like my mood today. I have no idea, but I am in a “mood.” Every little thing is annoying me. I got on thoughts to read some blogs to lift my spirits, but it actually has had the opposite effect. Have you ever had a day, you just want to crawl back under the covers and stay in bed. If I could, that is exactly what I would do right now, but don’t know for what reason, I am not able to do that…

I would love to say that my mood has improved just by writing down my thoughts, but I would be lying. Guess it was just one of those days....I really hate days like today!!!!!

Funny Proposal - Attempt 1

On public demand, here I am posting the first attempt of Funny proposal made by Mr Ashiq (a.k.a. Karan), after visiting the Facebook profile of a friend..
Here it goes and hold your stomach.. lol

"Subject: SHAADI KAROGE..I M SERIOUS TRUST ME..
ohhh...my gawd...seriously yaar..i mean..u knw..kya yaar...U REALLY LUK....BINDAAZ....kash kash kash...tum meri GF hoti...anywaz jokes apart..u really luk cute...okay nw..tel m if a person luk cute/bindaaz/bla bla...wat is d procedure 2 knw tht person more..????????is there any FORMS...hmm..shaAdi karoge.???
AS A HUMAN PLZ REPLY BAK..$hhhhhh STRESS ON D WORD \"HUMAN\" SO PLZ REPLY...
regards
karan"

Wat a serious attempt.. hats off of Mr Karan J :D :D

Funny Proposal - Attempt 2

As love is already in the Air everywhere, valentine is approaching, one of my friend received following message from an unknown sender on her facebook account… It’s so damn funny.. just couldn't stop myself from laughing..

“Re: SHAADI KAROGE..I M SERIOUS TRUST ME..

THTS MY 2ND MESSEGE..CNT U REPLY...

ok fine let m gve u my intro...WAIT..sit properly..ya nw its okay..NO WAIT..tie ur hairs..and PLZ DNT MAKE FACES..U R NT LUKIN GUD...LOL

wel i m into business...my parants stays in abroad mostly....AND V R THREE MEMBERS...ME,DAD AND MOM...AND I M VRY DECENT,INNOCENT,CUTE..AAP KI KASAM...Ahhh..again making faces..but dis time u r lukin gud...GO AHEAD...wel in delhi i stay in sainik farms...vry new in dis city..WESE I WAS FRM CHANDGRH..and i really wanna knw u ...

OK LETS DO ONETHNG...START EXCHANGING MESsEGES THROUGH FACEBOOK..AND WHN U TRUST M 25%..THN WILL START SMS CHATTING...AND WHN U TRUST ME 50%...THN WILL START TALKIN ON PHNE...AND WHN U TRUST ME 75% THN WILL GO 4 A DATE...BAKI 25% U WILL KNW ME AFTER SHAADI...SO THT U CN SAY KARAN U HAVE CHANGED A LOT...LOLZ..KIDDIN...


so tel m kuch aapne bare mai...wht u do..where u put up??

ITS ME..!!!!as pure as bisleri...”

I am sure you must be laughing out loud after reading this.. Rolling on the Floor Laughing :D :D

How it changed...

Good read..

Here I am sitting in my office...
Thinking hard about life…
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life??

How tiny pocket money changed to good monthly paychecks ??
But then why it gives less happiness??

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe??
But then why there are less people to use them??

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger??
But then why there is less hunger??

Here i am sitting in my office…
Thinking hard about life...
How it changed....

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day??
But then why its feels like shop is far away??

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package??
But then why there are less calls & more messages??

Here i am sitting in my office…
Thinking hard about life..
How it changed??

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey??
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment??

How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop??
But then why there is less time to put it on??

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate??
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz??
Here i am sitting in my office…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. How it changed……..

On the Track..

Got to read the following excerpt from one of my favorite books "The Zahir" by Paulo Cohelo... and thought of sharing it at my blog.. and, here it goes..

“I went to a train station today and learned that the distance between railway tracks is always 143.5 centimeters or 4 feet 8.1/2 inches. Why this absurd measurement? I asked my girlfriend to find out and this is what she discovered. When they built the first train carriages, they used the same tools as they had for building horse-drawn carriages. And why that distance between the wheels on carriages? Because that was the width of the old roads along which the carriages had to travel. And who decided that roads should be that width? Well, suddenly, we are plunged back into the distant past. It was the Romans, the first great road-builders, who decided to make their roads that width. And why? Because there chariots were pulled by two horses, and when placed side by side, the horses they used at the time took up 143.5 cm.

So the distance between the tracks I saw today used by our state-of- the- art high-speed (French) trains, was determined by the Romans. When people went to the United States and started building railways there, it didn’t occur to them to change the width and so it stayed as it was. This even affected the building of space shuttles. American engineers thought the fuel tanks should be wider, but the tanks were built in Utah and had to be transported by train to the Space Center in Florida, and the tunnels couldn’t take anything wider. And so they had to accept the measurement that the Romans had decided as the ideal. But what has all this to do with marriage?

I paused. It has everything to do with marriage… At some point in history, someone turned up and said: when two people get married, they must stay frozen like that for the rest of their lives. You will move along side by side like two tracks, keeping always that same distance apart. Even if sometimes one of you needs to be a little further away or a little closer, that is against the rules. The rules say: be sensible, think of the future, think of your children.

You cant change, you must be like two railway tracks that remain the same distance apart all the way from their point of departure to their destination. The rules don’t allow for love to change, or to grow at the start and diminish halfway through – it is too dangerous. And so, after the enthusiasm of the first few years, they maintain the same distance, the same solidity, the same functional nature. Your purpose is to allow the train bearing the survival of the species to head off into the future: your children will only be happy if you stay just as you were – 143.5 cm. apart!!

If you are not happy with something that never changes, think of them, think of the children you brought into the world. Think of your neighbours. Show them that you are happy, eat roast beef on Sundays, watch television, help the community. Think of society: dress in such a way that everyone knows you are in perfect harmony Never glance to the side, someone might be watching you, and that could bring temptation, it could mean divorce, crisis, depression. Smile in all the photos. Put the photos in the living room, so that everyone can see them. ….. but never forget, these rules were established long ago and must be respected. Who established these rules? That doesn’t matter. Don’t question them, because they will always apply, even if you don’t agree with them.”

Well…to be honest…I don’t really want to agree with the writer here. Yes, the rules used to be those… till sometime back. But not anymore. With changing times, people are becoming sensible enough to think of themselves and their happiness before thinking of the 'society'. That doesn’t mean we ignore the society completely…not here in India for sure… but things are definitely changing. We are moving towards more of a WIN-WIN situation.. Aren't we?