Gone are my college days.. my working days... As I enter a new commitment in life ( gettin married)... but as far as my memory takes back i would miss many people around.... To add more on my college days.. I remember the day when i stood first in my college in psychology exam.. n as usual my nasty frens were like how can u score so much without studyin.. Dayz r still fresh when we use to enter college n then they would be crowd of ppl lookin at us.... Me n my frens knew that we had a huge fan followin .. but the only person whom we wished to talk was sandeep bajaj ( at tht point he was modelin for levis.. i guesss)... miss those dayz when we use to stand in rain jus to meet few ppl... miss each and every1 today as i am not in touch with so many.. bu i wish that sme time in m life i get to meet all those ppl .. whom i was connected smewhere... the most embarrassing day of my college life was when this guy had proposed me bending on his knees (this is wat every girl wishes for).. But i didnt tell him yes ... My frens felt tht though they had so many flings in life .. but i was the luckiest tht sme1 had the courage to do it.. n i was the luckiest among them.. i was truly the luckiest,, coz i havent heard any of them doin it again in public... Life changed n i moved to work.. the most funniest incident wat i remeber was when a salesmen had was entering office n i told him tht he has to leave at once as we dont need anythin... n dnt enter the office... in the mean time when i was havin this conversation my collehue calls him in n the comment wat i get from him was like"ur a bad girl n she is a good girl".. i was shockin n irritatin at tht point.. but still today, when i remeber bout it i have a big smile on my face... i have no doubt crazy ppl everywhere where .. jus this week a collegue of mine tells me tht we use cold cream to keep purself warm in winters...:D :D.. jus few more dayz n i am gonna miss all this.. i knw i will surely be workin but then will never get such set of ppl anywhere... my new life i dnt knw how is gonna be.. how am i gonna adjust.. i jus hope tht i can kep everyone very happy... i hope i stand up the mark of every1 ,, n this the exam of my life which i am gonna face.... I dont ask for anythin other than love from all n to forgive me for my mistakes... thts wat i want my life to be filled with.. would miss loads of ppl.. but ya i knw though i shall be far from them or may nt keep in touch with few .. i wold always cherish their memories more than anythin in up to my last breath...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Thursday, November 6, 2008
my express dayz
LIFE WAS JUS SOOO RELAXING
hmmmm .. its never been difficult for me to talk about The New Indian Express. Thats where i started my serious career. i never ever thought that journalism would fancinate me to such an extent that i would continue it. I never wanted to be a journalist i always wished to be a psychologist and eat peoples head ( i still do the same though in difffernt career)
As i started with express i was the youngest of the lot. n ya i wasnt my first job .. infact the third one in last 6 months.. But i stil remeber my firrst day i was put under this old man he was called Mr Sriram Prasad, who was on a re-writing desk, looked very experinced and seein him i felt tht my life is gonna be stuff out here. But things happen for good he was jus so easy to work.. but yet never missed a chance to comment on anyone.. he always told me tht i hve spoilt my english after joinin Express....
Within no time i realised that i was married to express n divorcin express was jus not too easy for me.. people around there where jus tooo friendly and always behaved smaller to their age.. i guess tht still keeps express a rockin place to work..
i remeber one the dayz i was told to do an a page where i had to take the whole story even cuttin a word ( it was sponsered story) n i jus put it thinkin even without checkin. the edition was printed n all had forgotten about it. But such things arent easy forget. My newseditor Kiran was called by shankar(RE) n given a big complaint letter by a reader .. n guess wat it was the story which had mistakes.. immediately bhavna cmes n tells me kiran wants to c u..
He starts like who told u to take this stuff in such manner without editin .... i answer you n bhavna .. u did the page .. i say yeah... ok we hve got a complaint letter n RE wants u to give an explanition.. i stand mummm....bhavna on the other hand was happy tht i was given a notice. but to her surprise kiran jus threw the letter in the dustbin (actually i was always his fav) sayin tht she can never do anythin wrong. n bhavna jus couldnt stop telllin others of kiran reaction .. she has a big hand in makin me famous in office. :):)
I cant forget prathibha gettin us sme thing to eat everyday.. poor lady had to get for the whole office.. or sri sir's biscuits.. all jus was jus soo homely.
Comin to divya (a gr8 photographer)and me .. oh no one could find us once we were out of out place,, coz we would me havin either sme photography session sme place in office or sme discussions on books. today. i miss he so much coz frankly i hve no1 to discuss books.. (my finance also doesnt like readin.. but i plan to incorporate this habit in him).
We have done the most craziest things in office.. rite from layin cricket to singin loudly to scoldin the security gaurds to disturbin the reporters. Though few complanied bout us no1 really bothered to say us one word. It was as if i was back to my college. office can never been fun...
Suddenly, all the younger lot was facinated with moblie phones.. intially none of the seniors noticed but later when we went missin they realised n to they suprise a loo which could jus accomadte 3 ppl at a time actually had 10 girls standin in tht ..it was our fav place to talk..
Seein our interset in books. The RE there gave us an assignment to review a book this was my first and last book review.
he gave me a book which i dnt remeber the name also.. i sme how wasnt satisfied coz it didnt look attractive to me.. but had to write so started it n after readin a page went of to sleep. suddenly a thought struck me... i wanted to write the review without readin the book.
but when discussed about this i jus got stares from all eyes around me.. i decided tht i would read first few, middle few n last few.. n thts wat i did ..
Started typin out my review though n ended it in jus six lines.. the nxt was to meet the RE with a print out.. he told me to sit n didnt even notice the paper . so how was the book.. with answerin him i jus handover the paper n ask him for my nxt assignment.. he jus gave me smile.. i can bet all my pink stuff tht he knew i didnt read the book. but he jus made few corrections n handed me over n smiled again..
he did give lots of assignments but a book review was never in my way all through my stay there... :):)
Though i no more belong to tht place.. my thoughts keep wanderin there as if it was jus yesterday!!!!!....
hmmmm .. its never been difficult for me to talk about The New Indian Express. Thats where i started my serious career. i never ever thought that journalism would fancinate me to such an extent that i would continue it. I never wanted to be a journalist i always wished to be a psychologist and eat peoples head ( i still do the same though in difffernt career)
As i started with express i was the youngest of the lot. n ya i wasnt my first job .. infact the third one in last 6 months.. But i stil remeber my firrst day i was put under this old man he was called Mr Sriram Prasad, who was on a re-writing desk, looked very experinced and seein him i felt tht my life is gonna be stuff out here. But things happen for good he was jus so easy to work.. but yet never missed a chance to comment on anyone.. he always told me tht i hve spoilt my english after joinin Express....
Within no time i realised that i was married to express n divorcin express was jus not too easy for me.. people around there where jus tooo friendly and always behaved smaller to their age.. i guess tht still keeps express a rockin place to work..
i remeber one the dayz i was told to do an a page where i had to take the whole story even cuttin a word ( it was sponsered story) n i jus put it thinkin even without checkin. the edition was printed n all had forgotten about it. But such things arent easy forget. My newseditor Kiran was called by shankar(RE) n given a big complaint letter by a reader .. n guess wat it was the story which had mistakes.. immediately bhavna cmes n tells me kiran wants to c u..
He starts like who told u to take this stuff in such manner without editin .... i answer you n bhavna .. u did the page .. i say yeah... ok we hve got a complaint letter n RE wants u to give an explanition.. i stand mummm....bhavna on the other hand was happy tht i was given a notice. but to her surprise kiran jus threw the letter in the dustbin (actually i was always his fav) sayin tht she can never do anythin wrong. n bhavna jus couldnt stop telllin others of kiran reaction .. she has a big hand in makin me famous in office. :):)
I cant forget prathibha gettin us sme thing to eat everyday.. poor lady had to get for the whole office.. or sri sir's biscuits.. all jus was jus soo homely.
Comin to divya (a gr8 photographer)and me .. oh no one could find us once we were out of out place,, coz we would me havin either sme photography session sme place in office or sme discussions on books. today. i miss he so much coz frankly i hve no1 to discuss books.. (my finance also doesnt like readin.. but i plan to incorporate this habit in him).
We have done the most craziest things in office.. rite from layin cricket to singin loudly to scoldin the security gaurds to disturbin the reporters. Though few complanied bout us no1 really bothered to say us one word. It was as if i was back to my college. office can never been fun...
Suddenly, all the younger lot was facinated with moblie phones.. intially none of the seniors noticed but later when we went missin they realised n to they suprise a loo which could jus accomadte 3 ppl at a time actually had 10 girls standin in tht ..it was our fav place to talk..
Seein our interset in books. The RE there gave us an assignment to review a book this was my first and last book review.
he gave me a book which i dnt remeber the name also.. i sme how wasnt satisfied coz it didnt look attractive to me.. but had to write so started it n after readin a page went of to sleep. suddenly a thought struck me... i wanted to write the review without readin the book.
but when discussed about this i jus got stares from all eyes around me.. i decided tht i would read first few, middle few n last few.. n thts wat i did ..
Started typin out my review though n ended it in jus six lines.. the nxt was to meet the RE with a print out.. he told me to sit n didnt even notice the paper . so how was the book.. with answerin him i jus handover the paper n ask him for my nxt assignment.. he jus gave me smile.. i can bet all my pink stuff tht he knew i didnt read the book. but he jus made few corrections n handed me over n smiled again..
he did give lots of assignments but a book review was never in my way all through my stay there... :):)
Though i no more belong to tht place.. my thoughts keep wanderin there as if it was jus yesterday!!!!!....
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Nostalgia...
Nostalgia...My favourite word
I really miss my crazy and wired friends, a pair of my favourite jeans that could put rag-pickers to shame. I miss those days I used to sit on the steps of my old college building jus gossipin about everyone passin by.
I miss going out with friends and sitting comfortably on the steps of the posh houses behind my college (we were called the back lanners!!) eating chaats, raw mangoes, cucumber all neatly cut and spiked with salt, from road-side, eying men who passed by and attracting weirdo looks.
Gone are the days when I would sit up all night in my balcony to see the moon. I just have to think of those crazy times to know what exactly the word `nostalgia' means.
And once when the exams are around my room would be filled with papers and books .. and me and my fren Shilpa sitttin and struggling to solve a paper .. though quite offen we use study .. but like every one we use to start are gosspin . as we were in diferent collegs with common frens . But if not for her i would never study with any1 else..
And just when the shock was ebbing, I decided that I needed to learn whistling! (I had just watched a wacky, Govinda movie) . I started to practice by putting my thumb and fore finger inside my mouth just above my tongue that was folded upwards so that they (fingers) touched the roof of the mouth and blew as advised by an expert. After several attempts I never succeeded!
My group was never found of eating .. but still when ever we went out we use to manage orderin one idly each. Gone are the days when i use to watch all movies first day first show at a theatre in Majestic (for jus 50 rs balcony) as multiplex concept wasnt there.. We use to bunk all classes n stand in the long q's n get the tickets at any cost irrespective of wat ever time it use to be or wat the weather conditions would be... rite from King khan to govida would be our favourite hero to watch..
The theatre would be filled with out college students .i always wondered as to wat the lecturers did on fridays when half the college was watchin the movie.
I remember the day when we made the sukh sagar guy open his hotel at 8.30 in mornin n make us serve freash juice n bhel n pav bhaji.. and without any objection we were served wat we wanted as later in the comin years we enjoyed eatin only there ..
Its stil freash in my memory when all our frens (especially guys) would bring in the most posh cars to college jus to impress us.. but girls are always busy in there own world of gossipin.. we would never be bothered about they pressence .. me n komal would be least intersted in anythin other than imaginin ourself to be fairytales (its not tht we hve changed) n undoubtly nishi would be surrounded with all the Tom in the town ( she would be impressed with all guys of our college n we would wonder when is this all gonna end... n then they would be gyaan ki rani --pri n sapy.. (though later pri left us .. but never stpped her gyaan n sapy --will hve to write a seperate blog on her)
With many good and bad memories each of us passed out our college .. but i still miss those days...
My mum always kept my dinner in the fridge as I did night duties and got back home as late sometimes. I would open the door with my spare key and enter. Occasionally I would find small notes on the stove or stuck to the fridge which read, `There is juice in the fridge. have it' and stuffs like that.
I miss those days I used to wander aimlessly on the streets thinking up unimaginable stuffs and day-dreaming. I miss those hours I would sit all by myself in some coffee bar with a book.
So many memories... I'm reeled in nostalgia...
all this takes a back seat now , coz i enter into another commitment of my life....:):)
I really miss my crazy and wired friends, a pair of my favourite jeans that could put rag-pickers to shame. I miss those days I used to sit on the steps of my old college building jus gossipin about everyone passin by.
I miss going out with friends and sitting comfortably on the steps of the posh houses behind my college (we were called the back lanners!!) eating chaats, raw mangoes, cucumber all neatly cut and spiked with salt, from road-side, eying men who passed by and attracting weirdo looks.
Gone are the days when I would sit up all night in my balcony to see the moon. I just have to think of those crazy times to know what exactly the word `nostalgia' means.
And once when the exams are around my room would be filled with papers and books .. and me and my fren Shilpa sitttin and struggling to solve a paper .. though quite offen we use study .. but like every one we use to start are gosspin . as we were in diferent collegs with common frens . But if not for her i would never study with any1 else..
And just when the shock was ebbing, I decided that I needed to learn whistling! (I had just watched a wacky, Govinda movie) . I started to practice by putting my thumb and fore finger inside my mouth just above my tongue that was folded upwards so that they (fingers) touched the roof of the mouth and blew as advised by an expert. After several attempts I never succeeded!
My group was never found of eating .. but still when ever we went out we use to manage orderin one idly each. Gone are the days when i use to watch all movies first day first show at a theatre in Majestic (for jus 50 rs balcony) as multiplex concept wasnt there.. We use to bunk all classes n stand in the long q's n get the tickets at any cost irrespective of wat ever time it use to be or wat the weather conditions would be... rite from King khan to govida would be our favourite hero to watch..
The theatre would be filled with out college students .i always wondered as to wat the lecturers did on fridays when half the college was watchin the movie.
I remember the day when we made the sukh sagar guy open his hotel at 8.30 in mornin n make us serve freash juice n bhel n pav bhaji.. and without any objection we were served wat we wanted as later in the comin years we enjoyed eatin only there ..
Its stil freash in my memory when all our frens (especially guys) would bring in the most posh cars to college jus to impress us.. but girls are always busy in there own world of gossipin.. we would never be bothered about they pressence .. me n komal would be least intersted in anythin other than imaginin ourself to be fairytales (its not tht we hve changed) n undoubtly nishi would be surrounded with all the Tom in the town ( she would be impressed with all guys of our college n we would wonder when is this all gonna end... n then they would be gyaan ki rani --pri n sapy.. (though later pri left us .. but never stpped her gyaan n sapy --will hve to write a seperate blog on her)
With many good and bad memories each of us passed out our college .. but i still miss those days...
My mum always kept my dinner in the fridge as I did night duties and got back home as late sometimes. I would open the door with my spare key and enter. Occasionally I would find small notes on the stove or stuck to the fridge which read, `There is juice in the fridge. have it' and stuffs like that.
I miss those days I used to wander aimlessly on the streets thinking up unimaginable stuffs and day-dreaming. I miss those hours I would sit all by myself in some coffee bar with a book.
So many memories... I'm reeled in nostalgia...
all this takes a back seat now , coz i enter into another commitment of my life....:):)
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