A New Mystery

"Even with nothing in my hands

I feel like making a hundred new plans

I feel like meeting the new heights

I feel like fleeing to a new world of mine

Even with no one by my side

I know I can maintain my stride

I know i'll end up being solo

I know but, my life will never be hollow

Balancing light and dark in both my hands

I look past the hazy woodlands

When in search for my pre written destiny

All I find is another brand new mystery. "

A Gal's Promise

Oh boy! This is for you- Don't know who you are, what you think, what you want but I am sure we are going to have a future together, before you ask me for what, here is what I have for you!

In the years to go

In the years to come

I promise, I promise

I shall stand for the ball

With you beside

In the love's glove

 When I first saw you

I tried to ignore and failed

When I first smiled at you

I knew we would be friends

When I first walked with you

I knew you liked me

When I later looked into your eyes

I knew I loved you.

Speaking about you is pleasure,

My cheeks ripple when your name comes by

I quarrel with you even when I know I am wrong

Only because I know you will still stay along

  

With plenty of years to come by

We shall stand in togetherness

I promise, I promise

I will stand

Only because I love to

and only when it’s You.

Best ...may be it is called Love...

 Your parents are really nice yaa

“Well what did you expect?” he asked.

I just thought they would be grown up versions of you.

Like the others, this one also went for a toss, Rejection no# 39

I may sound snobby, arrogant and egoistic but what you see is not always true.

There is this series of things that is happening in my life since a year.

I don’t know peer pressure or probably it was too hard to handle my hotness, my family and extended family started groom hunt for me.Well, I met over dozen of people so far and every time I meet someone, they ask me to be judgemental and I can’t stop using the stupidity index (For more info refer previous post). Finally I gave up the idea of meeting random stupids when I had a lot waiting in my inbox every morning. After a thorough investigation and scrutiny, Sandiee’s angels and Demons fight club has shortlisted top three stupids. Here I present my sample mails. 

Short-listed -1:

You are my TVS SCOOTY and also my AIWA. I am BPL and you are SANSUI. You are Mc DOWLE'S love.   I believe in FRESHIA and you are one of the most beautiful girls in this world. I think of you day and night. When you give me your only one smile, you are DOMINO'S PIZZA for me. This is a COLGATE ENERGY GEL feeling for me.

   I would like you to be my life partner. I think you are worried about your father who is KAWASAKI BAJAJ CALIBER and you think of my father who is CEAT, but don't worry. I am also FORD IKON and rest of your family members are KELVINATOR. If they will say no, we will run away, marry and try to do PHILIPS .They will get MIRINDA and we will have COCA COLA.

   Trust in God who is NOKIA for those who love each other. And believe me, we are WILLS. We might have to BOLERO. However after some time, our love will be SAMSUNG DIGITAL. We are HERO HONDA of our love life.

 Now HUNDAI is the song of love. You must know that love is DIARY MILK, SATYAM ONLINE , PARX and also AMUL. For me life is HOME TRADE. So never forget me. Ok bye! I wrote little but PEPSI.

From Your Dearest,

LG

I sincerely appreciate your mock test paper for my marketing exam. Yeppie ! It worked.

Shortlisted -2 :

Aap hua ..mera 

Dream wala girl

Is liye aap ke liye likha meine

Gana wala song

Dream wala duet

Sharukh wala, foreign wala , budget wala song

poolon se bhi halka sa

lyrics wala song

Gane wala love

Dream sequence ke bahane, tumko Switzerland dikhaunga

Barf wala snow

Paise wala rich

Chupke se public place pe, dhoka deke chance marne

Despo wala chap

Maine naav bharke phool, barf pe rakhe hain

Mere peeche pink ped laga hai laga

Low angle shot se haat hua bada aur  ..main lambaaa

Naav wala boat

Phhol wala pyaar

Mere baalon mein itne saare jooen hein, katte rahte mujhjo din raat

DUkh wala sad

Ye chap tere peeche phir bhaagta,  hai bachatha …MANISH CHANCHAD!

Pyaar wala romance

Gana wala song

Ishq wala love.

Yaar… pakao wala peeling

Ishq wala Torture

Shortlisted -3 :

Dear Sandiee,

I have some questions to be clarified before that what is your full name ?

1.       Would it be too early to hold hands?

2.       Am I at the “honey point” yet?

3.       Let me know if I am rushing you, ok? *

Thank you for saying yes. The usual answers I get is no ways, are you stupid ?; No I already have a boyfriend or sometimes am I too shy to ask a girl out.

*I haven’t had a lot of girlfriends yet but teach me how to do , what to do and what not to do ! please!

 Seriously ??? * face-palm*

Yeah right! Exactly …you all are awesome guessers … I have blocked my calendar to meet these awesome guys!  Take liberty to subscribe to the forthcoming posts on my experiences J

Just for you !

You came into my life unexpectedly, like a firefly that suddenly flits into the darkness of the night and brightens it up.
And somewhere along the line, somewhere among the walks and the drives, the talks and the texts - you have become a part of me.

Then you walked away without a reason, miles apart and silence around with a piece of me !

strolling down the memory lane, I find myself all alone writhin in the excruciating pain
Probably I long for your presence again!!

PS: If that little bit of me is in you, do something to surprise me !

To the guy of my dreams .. still hesistating to come in front of me!

Words on a thread !

Just trying to make sense of this petty madness tied together with the flagrant hope of bringing out some amount of cohesion and comprehension; probably we all call it life. Funky shite, I tell you...

Major achievement, if you ask me... And this one's all about why I love living through this madness. Why I love trying to make sense and failing time and again and yet hopefully going for another try.

I love life because it’s beautiful. It’s got that poignant beauty of thinks that won’t last for long, like snowflakes and mayflies... Things that melt away or disappear, like a whiff of fancy!

 I love life because we alone can live ours. How much ever people try to take it away from us, we can still hold it within our little hands and hold it out to the sun. Warm it up a bit. Or hide it in our mitts when it gets cold and wintry.

I love life, most of all, because every moment in it is unique. Every moment you live belong to yourself 'cause you gave birth to it. And it would certainly not have existed without you, or outside of you. Life and all its moments stay with you and within you. Probably it’s the only thing that very truly belongs to you.

I love life because I can still feel, touch, hear, taste, see and live all that is around me.

I love life because I can smile, laugh, cry, hide my tears, and whisper my fears. Best part is I am never tired of it.

I love life because it holds a promise. A promise you can work out by yourself. A promise for the things around you!

I love life 'cause it has a past, a present and a future.

I love life because I try time and again to make sense outta it and never succeed.

So every once in a while, lean back. Take in a breath of air. Breathe in... Breathe out... Lick your lips and taste the air... It’s a beautiful world, and every inch and every moment of it belongs to you...

The Semi-Charmed kind of Life we lead... It’s funny... It’s sad... It’s happy... It’s mad... and above all its always worth living and loving...For all who made it this way, I enjoy it and appreciate it!

Nothing is worth losing, it is the art of living with fine mingling of holding on and letting go!

Heart-Heat-hot!

Your whole world lies within you. The outer world is the manifestation of what is going on inside. The Power lies within you. Don’t think what others do, act & say, always travel on your desired path with your beliefs, loving & kindness to everyone coming on your way. Be happy for small things which will someday turn into bigger one. Have Patience & say to yourself something good going to happen today

Years of life in that city also never made me this twitchy as it is making me now. Feels like a haunted spoof. Well… I believed this is a day even the “I” was conquered by the desire. Yes, the ego in me also got in terms with the desire. 1000 feelings of this little churning heart, twirling around the mind probably struck harder than the labor pain and soother than the morning breeze. Hanging between the both, it needed just a patient calm heart to strike the equilibrium. Then I closed my eyes and imagined that situation how it would be, seen the world it would be, visualized the desire I want it to be and seized those thoughts as belief and was set to get sunk in those positive waves.

Breaking those age old contemplations was not easy, cracking those mental precincts was not easy and crossing those boundaries of distance is not easy yet the minute faith in today is tomorrow’s treasure. Well…thinking of tomorrow is again a long process while living the moment of the day as the last moment of the life is what was clinching.

Then comes the wisdom of life with different kinds of games .If you don’t play any, you won’t be able to understand the game. Only if you play well, you can jump to the next level. Without facing the music, you wouldn’t learn the dance and without taking risks, life wouldn’t be same as it ought to be.

So with a big risk of life, with a heart full of desire and mind full of confidence and with an attitude of “Just live today”, I pack my bags to that city which gave my LOVE a shelter and my dream a chance to live. It is just another travel but a very memorable travel! Unexpected is the expected flavor of every journey J

PS:  Actually no. The post wasn’t about you. But hey, if the shoes fit in right, wear it:-P

Tonight I know I cannot sleep; words, just words, spur rather than relieve

I,

Live life for me, for myself

Like the bird with huge wings,

I,

Live life with mind close, eyes laugh

Sew hope, buy faith, claim heal.

I,

Live life of a dream, with an open heart

To be the beholder

I,

Live life of love,

Where every moment is

Like that subtle flowing of song in my mind.

I,

Live life of the magic

Where my faith of destiny makes my serendipity

I,

Also live a life of fear,

To lose the face in the world

But

I,

Live life of no exception till I met him,

In discovery of the secret forcing no fail in finding the shore of faith.

Now,

We live the life of fun,

Till the shout to choke and clutter to blot.

Crush to Crash yet I flow in that cloud as a clown!

That is why they are called Crushes .They would have been called something else if it was that easy! 

Whenever I see him walking through the door, all I wish is why won’t he look across the floor! I wish I could tell him feels like you were being pressed against the wall tightly for continuous 48 hrs or more....ok crap I did not get better analogy. Oh yeah wait …it feels like getting chocked by the PROMETHEUS‘s alien baby!

His just the occasional smile in the foyer or elevator always appears to me like a drop of dew in the deserted alien world. Although he is the archetype for the old socialist-journalist-rebel-evangelists – replete with loose male checked shirts and baggy ill-fitting trousers - right up to spectacles strung around the neck (the sort they used to depict in old arty movies), still he is smart in his own way and I like it <3!
When I see him smile and know that it is not for me that is when I miss being me the most.Well as the old saying goes,” lucky things always do not come with attractive packaging”, no wonder it is the crush to heart!

I am a senior here is my work place and he is temporary...how does it work? I know no one is here for long but still …I still can’t be out bursting my feeling!

Well… here is my crush to crash and do not complain that I am a “Dil Thodne ka Machine “ . Even I have mild crashes. :-)

True love stories never have ending and never have solid beginnings too !It just flows with the wind!

Chaotic Silence

Lost in deep life in hurt of pain and sadness,
grudges and finally guilt
As every day I have played this game,
trying to act as if it doesn't hurt,
I sit there to realize where lies will, hope and forgiveness
that is surely bliss of love with truth of care

But for those things are now of hope alone
and no truth in them exists
for sorrow and sham
adorning that fate as the longing love

Then his wandering admiring eyes met mine
as though to touch and feel
the warmth that amiss
and the hurt that was now real
pledging agony shall not see,
that light in his eyes will last
for seemed destined that he want to be
a soul of the cast

That moment seemed to flow like a molten sapphire
and there’s deep blue silence,
It's only me, my breath and my heartbeat
It all made me believe in my existence
 but should I own the shun to retain me ?

Hey Baby , I am Rosy for u *chuckles*

It has been quite a busy month for me .Being a wedding season, inevitably I attended quite a lot of weddings of my closest circle.Although I avoided staying there for long yet that 5 minutes was enough for them to rant and rave me for being in the age slab of 21-26.Before that let me congratulate all the brides and grooms.And am all happy for your freedom.You people were happy getting hitched and we poor souls got battered by words of the oldies.I know , you guys were also in our shoes in near past ...

 Let me tell you all who are in a presumption that 21-26 is rosy. Although we expected to have the best of our lives after teens, I tell you, it’s still the same; then and now. Typically it’s not the rosy life but the thorn below the rose is our life. Your ex-s are getting married, your career has just started, elders treat you as unproven theorems, and people think you’re always wrong even when you’re right. You're too old for college but too young for work. You seem to enjoy both cartoon and news which is again a crime of whiling time. You can no longer eat whatever you wish without being conscious or putting on weight. Every Aunty you meet asks “Shaadi Kab kar reheho” while uncles ask “Career plans kya hai beta? Job mila or kali abi bi.” When the reality is that you are just riding the wave and going with the flow, you have all the confidence in the world but little achievements to show. You already have the first hand experience of life, you know that whatever you have been taught about the world in schools has been sheer waste of time. You can be denied a job even after passing the test and you could be given a job even if you know someone placed high enough. Politics till now was a dirty word but now you feel it everywhere. You know now love is not that blind and that friendship sometimes has its terms and conditions. Your true friends are like your family. Whether they are old or new, they will always be there for you, now and for life. You're learning that there is nothing for granted. Your over confidence is now making way for a humble conscience. And you now realize that this age and part of life is not exactly what we thought it would be. Despite all these, your life mocks at your irony and says, “Yes baby, I am rosy for you “.

Courtesy : For people who still believe LOVE MARRIAGE is a crime ...

For people who still believe career and love cannot go hand in hand...

For people who believe getting a job is the highest achievement ...

“Do not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

He speaks....

I've been away a while. And I've faced a blitz of complaints. People groan about why I haven't been blogging. They beg me to write. They express their sorrow at the lack of Google Reader updates. Very soon, I foresee a crowd gathering underneath my window with placards and candles, in an attempt to appeal to my sensitive side, just so I write something. I'm here only because I want to save the paper that would have gone into making those placards.

Alright so two people asked me why I haven't been blogging when I have all this free time.

I have been busy consoling one of my friends who had a pretty bitter break up; bitter as bitter as she wanted all the rainbow colors on her boy friend…. Yeh tho hona hi tha..

Since I had been the cupid of their story, I had to be their God father too.. For that I had to skip my lovely shopping too.I guess my friends would be happy about it...

Me: Problem kya hai ?

He speaks:

Problem yeh hai ki woh ladki hai.
aur kya problem hai
Problem is that I expect not to have any problem in my life
But I not having any problem is the biggest problem of her life..

Her Birthday
Her dog’s birthday
Her 1st kiss day... Her 1st school day... her 1st farewell day..
Damn...Almost every day...
Take for example the Batman story only..
Until I become a bat man she is like you do nothing for me...huh...janu...u don love me at all
nakara ho
napunshak ho
When I actually become batman..
She chuckles and says...U became a bat man...I want a normal human being..
How would I be able to live with u?
Then comes the Shopping ka bhoot…
Her shopping is never ending
First take cushion
Then curtain
Cushion, Curtain don't match
Again a cushion!
Trust me...I have so many mugs at home...
I went to set them off…I actually got back my 2 months’ salary...

Every 2 weeks dimag gorge
table lena hai
table lena hai
5 ghante maal bitane par ek sadhi si chappal utha kar layenge
aur fir agale do hafte dimag chatenge
table lena hai
table lena hai...
Ufff…I really have to kill myself for having a mobile..
i love u kahe bina mobile kaata
toh naatak...
If I be a listener..
Am I not interesting to u ? bolke she cries
 Seriously
mein shart laga sakta hoon...

kya soch rahe ho???
 kya soch rahe ho???
Puch puch ke .. She actually irritates me
If at all the girl next to me asks me anything..Done my day...
What, why, how, when...all the questions throw up.
camera laga doon dimag mein...
 Bas use argument starts .. never ends..infact I swear ..old city ladies fighting near the water tap can also never win upon her.

If this is it…The shopping part..the ultimate one…
There was one jhinchaak orange and blue color tie she picked up which is very nice and raucous. But I might have cabin fever for that combo. And she says…
Hey Hun! Try this on. This looks perfect on u !
If at all ..I be lil frank is saying Ah..It looks as if I just puked up a rainbow
Then also she don get it….
Perfect! Now you can even fart Rainbows standing front of me..:P

Damn..haadh hai yaar…
If at all I say the night is dark, she starts making my life colorful as much as a RIN soap ad .. . It's as though I am in a Rin safedi ad and I'm the moron who doesn't use Rin soap.
Love life lacklustre, dorling? Have no fear, I shall be your Rin soap. 

Kuch karo naaaa... bagguuuu...

Well..that was the first time I saw a guy crying.. And this is just an episode 1 1st part .. more to come up...

Frustration is end of all Experiences .

Love ka funda...

Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times.

Once, you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.

Once you must fall in love with someone you believe is perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as anything less than you deserve.

And once, you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.

And when you’re through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that needed you the most.

But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone wants to be loved ... :)

What happens once will never happen again. But what happens twice will surely happen a third time

Living Disasters !

Winters are really romantic! Especially for me ...the air seems brusque, frosty and stimulating. Visions of warm fires and steaming cups of creamy hot chocolate begin to swim in our heads. It is also the perfect time for snuggling. After all, what better way is there to keep warm than cozying up with our loved ones on a cold winter night? Forget the cozy part...cuz my bf and I share different time zones. But yeah finally as the holidays approach and the temperatures start to drop, romance inevitably begins to fill the air. And mine is unusual internet romance like KARAN JOHAR's movie… Don’t ask me about that dismal. Long story which is never ending…

Only good part is we are now getting entire nights to talk...yippee<3<3<3!!
But we are together nothing oddly immense happens but catastrophes are predictable …
Here are few , just for your General knowledge about us .
Disaster 1:

Last weekend, in the eve of Christmas I ,at my work place had a Karaoke night...
And since my bf is a music lover, I had my practice sessions with him over the Skype the entire week…
Next morning, when I woke up, I see a mail from him which was about a note that got stuck to his apartment door.

Here it goes…

Hey Man,

I know you and your girlfriend are in different time zones and I totally understand you have to talk to her EVERY NIGHT 2-4 AM, but could you please keep your voice down and may be use a head phone instead of speaker? It’s nice that your girl friend has a beautiful singing voice and plays awesome guitar but I really can’t appreciate her performance at this ungodly hour. I’ve been waken up three nights in a row by you guys and I sincerely hope it won’t turn into a full season of your personal Indian Idol Show .

Adapted from your words...

ABEY GADA…PLEASE USE A HEADPHONE!
Thank you,

Someone who only gets 4 hours of sleep these days!

Disaster two:

Forget not the fact that I mentioned about the virtual romance during the holidays. This is something that happened as we got lil naughty on a very cold evening.

I saw a sticky note lying on my lappy screen as I  switched on to check any updates from my bf as he had been travelling all the EUROPE without me:-(
I just returned from my tennis game and I see something like this:

Beta...My dear upcoming Sania Mirza…
Appreciate all your work outs!

Before you yell out... YES! YOUR LAPTOP HAS BEEN USED.
I couldn’t find my charger. Should I be SORRY about it?

PS: You should probably delete your history .Your dad would be shocked.
PPS: You know internet explorer has a mode for stuff like that, it’s called incognito mode, I think.

HAPPY VIEWING!*my smiles *
Lots of Love,

Your own mamma!!

So that why, we as a couple are always called living disasters!

Smiling tears...

It’s been a while and is going on
Little by little
Things are falling apart,
Unusually happy with the own.


To believe it’s true,
That there are roads still left in both of our shoes;
But Silence is something we share.
 If the silence takes you,
Then I hope it takes me too,
and for that understanding, I write thus.


I knew we were lost in the same thought.
Is that why our world is still apart?
If you feel the same I feel
Why did the thoughts wander?


Like the sleepy dances
of treetops on windy night
Like the Stilted prose, sullen verse,
faint lyric milled beyond sight.


I gurgle and rustle and scream,
sans words I languished in drought.
Until all that changed
was lonely night and lonely day
For me to dream of answers to unasked questions.
For me dream of wisdom and strength.
I know what holds me back, sets me free too.
When I dream its new me, untarnished, and unhurt, whole again!!

And What now ?

Everything turned topsy-turvy.
Nothing worked-
Neither KAL HO NAA HO Sharukh nor
The Munna’s jaadu ki jhappi.

I never bore this gloom,
as if its end of the whole thing.
Some patted me for growing up,
some cursed me to death for the rupture.
Probably I am a little crazy, immature, and/or neurotic all on my own.


Driven, but prone to moments,
whine and mope are awfully emotional to turn around.
 Be it for the most rational person ever.


But again, the natural instinct of marketers never change even in relations,
unless Pareto’s thumb rule is applied satisfactorily.
Nevertheless, it is too harsh of choice to be ridicule.
Yet I am frenzy over a boy who never called.


Then Helen Keller’s happiness quote opened the doors*,
Yet again mix of emotions evoked.
But something changed-
The two swept over me and neither of them is longing.
Strange but true, as his accusations,
That I am obstinate personified.
If ever, I not let him go.


I admit at the jealous of his new life without me,
And of his happiness, but more than that I am RELIEVED
Of the great silence he vents.


He also knows, I am stuck in a stature
Vacillating between 6 and 75 year,
Throwing up temper tantrums when he ignores my texts for more than an hour,
But again drives up a wall with incessant chatter like a full weekend is ours.


I may not cook,
I may be messy
But I know what looks pretty for him.
Someone ask the dumper,
Will he find anyone like me! 

The chuckling sarcasm would
Certainly say, `that would be a point'. 

*“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” ~ Helen Keller.

More than a few words...

That came as the waft playing its kink
for the desire I craved,
that you would be by me every twilight
with time extending boundaries to no edge.


But my heart snivels silently,
in the gentle wind scorn
Of the never fallen shower,
Oh my chap!
That whole world is part of the stratagem.
Yet I never stopped waiting in the offing.


My time never agreed without you -
it seems thorny now to compromise...
I should see just you
is the feeling yet again everyday...
By the God you love.


That jiffy will tell you the condition of mine
of first promise we gave,
if ever my feeling could articulate.


You're the shine of my shade,
of which I am a nomad...
In story of my heart that world is electrifying.


You’re the soul of mine
as it was meant to be.
I know you feel it too
But how long can I live on dreams...
Now appear, bustling the heart’s dread.


Both of my mad eyes,
bottomless to see you every moment
and the smile on my lips 
rushing to show off as the way you adored.
Now at least show up 
no more I can placate them,
I had no control over them.

Hum kisise kam nahi ..

First thing Hyderabadis are known for is their DUM-KA-BIRYANI but forget not their masha Allah Hindi...
They are more amusing than any... Trust me, not even the zoo …

Here go few of them :-)

An archetypal daily practiced conduct:

• He goes to gas station to fill and says "Paanch point single oil daalo". 
• He says "Abbi aatau miyaa" and vanishes for couple of hours or does not come back at all. 
• He sleeps around 1 am and wakes only after 9:30 am. 
• He drinks half cup of tea at least 6 times and buys only 1 gold flake cigarette. 

And mention not their eating habits:

• If they do not eat rice at least once a day they will die. 
• For them the only good dishes on earth are Hyderabadi biryani, Nahari, Haleem, Khatti daal, Tamataun ka saalan, Bhendi ka sherwa, Dhai ki kadi, Paalak ki bhaaji, Aaloo baigan, Gawaar ki phalli, Kheema aloo methi. Khaagina, Khichdi,Boti ka saalan, Khadi daal, Bagaara khaana daalcha,Mirchiyaa bhajiye,Khubaani ka mittha, Kaddu ki kheer and Fruit salad . 

Once in a week he will visit Alhamdulillah, Bismillah to eat Kalyaani biryani.

Best places for hangouts are irani café (any branch) . Mention not their hygiene. They have more relatives than the piercing houseflies around to squeeze each other.

New Generation (Males):

• 2 out of 3 are Sharukh, Amir or Salman Khan.He feels offended if someone looks at him "Kaiku ghoorra miya??" 
• They only want to become Engineer, Doctor or MBA. 
• For most of them US visa is a dream and Saudi visa a blessing. 
• Most of the boys spend their precious time at "gali ke nukkad pe", "chabootre pe", "hotelon mein", girls college, playing billiards, chatting on internet, teasing girls, changing mobile phones and spend their parents hard earned money. 
• "Her ladke ki Amrika ki koshish chalte rehti aur side mein Landan ki bhi ya phir Bhaunai Saudi se visa bhejne waale rehte". 

New Generation (Females):

• If she is not studying at "St Ann’s or Vijay Marie" then she is not studying at all, Shadaan College is a compromise. 
• Stanley is the only school and college for girls from Old city. 
• Begums is the most preferred beauty parlor. 
• Most of them would not like to wear sharaara for the second time, “Her shaadi mein nayaa sharaara chaahiye". 
• Most of them say" Main kapde sirf Neerus OR Meena bazaar se hi leti hun". 
• Par actually shopping means only "chudi " @ old city . 

Par kambakth … kabhi kapde hi nahi dekte.. 

Finding a Match (Ladke waale):

All most all the cases are dealt by Marriage Bureau.
A team of a dozen goes to see the girl (to eat pastries, bananas, fruit biscuits)
When they return home after seeing the girl, someone from the family says"badi se manjli ke aankh naak ache hai nai".
Her kisi ko gori ladki chahiye,if they want to reject they say" Ladki ka khad aur rang kam hai,hamare bachhe ki height achi hai"(5'6").
They say "Ladke ku family visa bhi hai",even if he makes 3000 riyals and "Ladke ka kafeel bhaut acha hai,tanqaa badaataun bola shaadi ke baad"."Inter fail ladke ku bhi Graduate ladki honaa".

Finding a Match (Ladki waale):

Almost all ads say"Ladki soum aur salaah ki paaband hai" and "Shaadi mein jaldi hai, ladki ke bhai baaher se aaye hue hai".
Advertisements sometimes clearly mention"Ladke ku kaarobaar bhi lagaa ke denge" or "Azad visa bhi denge" or "Ladki ke naam pe jaaydaad hai" (500 gaz ka plot,makaan ya phir flat).
Hyderabadi parents only look for US/Canadian Immigrants or Gulf settled - Deen ki nisbat pe rishte karne waale aaj kal bahut kam honge.

Finally Shaadi ke Din....... 
If there is no dinner a lot of them are disappointed, they say "Kya jaate miya gaadi ka kiraya daal ke,kheench nai hai".

Many still take “Jode ki rakham" and if you ask Dulhe raja he will say "Mereku nai maloom,Ammi Abba baat karliye,main toh nakko bola sheikh".

These days nikaah takes place at masjid but the jahez(dowry) reaches grooms home late night when neighbors are in deep in sleep.

Invitations clearly mention that nikaah is at 7pm but Dulhe raja arrives at 8:30 pm,9 pm,9:30 pm and soon after nikaah people are desperately waiting for someone to announce "Aaiiye" (call for dinner).

They are crazy about chicken"Poori dish undal lete mauka mile to".

Pehle Haleem khaate fir chicken fir biryani fir chicken aur fir chicken fir qubani ka mittha fir kaddu ki kheer aur fir aakhri mein he puts some dahi ki chatni on his palm and starts licking it.

When he is done with food he needs a cigarette and then the discussion on the quality of food starts.

Hyderabadis in Gulf:

Ek doosre ki taang kheechte rehte wahan per.

Nayaa nayaa jo bhi aata usko bolte"Kaiku aaye miya,kya hai yaan pe,sab khatam hogaya,sirf khurchan baaqi hai (Lower level of cooked rice),

waipe kuch bhi kerlena tha".

PS: Mind you, I’m neither a critic nor trying to discriminate; I not only love Hyderabad but also the Hyderabadis.

Blog is mightier than anything

Highlights:

Me:Characters exchange?
V:Sure? Phir se sochlo…
Me:Yeah baby! Muah… of course... Sure hone ki kya baat ha…
V:Arey waah …Yeh bhi tere blog ke liye?

Scene one:

Me: Acha jaanu … thu mere liye kuch bhi karega hai na…
How much u know me? U love na..?? (Gloomy face)
Aaj kal mein itna kuch karri huin ..thu kuch bhi nahi bolta…

My boyfriend (V): Of course I love you and see we are tying knot soon also …
Anything for u baby<3!

Me: Go home and text me …
Then will ask you :-|

Acha pehle ye bata.. why do u end a conversation only in one word or two? 

How do I look to you ?Devil?

(After our puppy love, we departed our ways in half an hour.
 There was a loud beep on my mobile)

(V):  Wazzup babe?
Me: Hey jaaanu ...<3<3<3!! Just waiting for your message..Itna dher kyu kar diya ?
Kisse baat karra tha?  Woo Sapna se?? Yeh Seema se??
(V): hehe .love u baby …
Acha bol kya puchna hain?
Me: U anyways don’t answer na..no point asking..:-( :-(:-(
(V): Baby .Pooch na… Characters exchange karna hain?
Me: Pakka?? Sochlo :P
(V): Jo aapki hukum…
Me: Ok ..now u as me and I as u …
So guess what I wanted to ask u …(over intelligent Smirk)
(V):Ok..being u is simple honey…here it goes as a sample.
Acha online aaja .. Can't type. 

Me: Nah.. I am cool here.. I have an Iphone.

(V):Write a snarky-free essay on two of the following (3000+ words):
My dad (your would-be father-in-law)
Your emotions right now
Describe the appearance of your ideal woman, starting with her shoes. Actually, just the shoes—the rest, U know.
Critique the outfits I wore on our last 7 dates (skip the 3rd and 5th most recent dates; add more detail about the 6th.)
List (all questions compulsory):
10 colors that are not in the rainbow, or in a box of crayons.
10 things you can do that my mom will find cute.
All our anniversaries and important days.
All festivals when you are not permitted to discuss religion, or give any variant of your “how 99% of the world’s religions are already extinct” speech.
10 friends—besides members of your “band”—that you think you will need to phase out of your life, once we’re married. (Do not include friends that have already been phased out.)
Write the last joke of mine you ever laughed your heart off.
Describe in brief all your ex-girlfriends. Attach their pictures. All the pictures. And gifts, etc. Basically everything that’s in “the box.” Just attach the whole box.
Under what circumstances are you permitted to lie to me?

(V): I INSIST YOU TO WRITE IT DOWN AND SEND IT ACROSS IN NEXT HALF AN HOUR. WARNA….
Me: Ok!
(V): No googling ah !
Your time starts now.. Am waiting ! Jya wait karwana mat baby <3! Muah !

Me:OK

Scene two:
ME typically living V’s character which means , just to stay silent and not showing up any emotions except say “Muah! “ “Love u jaanu “periodically. But my birth instinct never dies..After a long brain storm as how my life will turn with such a person, best thing I could come up with is to start a blog named , “mybfisnotme.blogspot.com” 

TITLE: NEVER MARRY A BLOGGER:

Here are the best reasons …

1. You’ll know she is pregnant through her blog.

2. Whether you fart, scratch, snore, or forget the anniversary, it is all up there.

3. Before you get to know, the whole world will get to know that she is having trouble with her mother in law.And also there would always be a weird comparison about her DADDY cool and you.

4. She will rant about how certain other blogs get more number of comments than she does though they write crap, and you are supposed to be sympathetic.

5. Should the template be Minima stretch or Minima lefty stretch? Template number 587 or 498? Tic Tac blue or stretch denim template? Certainly your decision making skills could be put to better use.

6. She claims that blogging is the only way of venting frustrations and letting out the steam whenever she is upset with someone. Including you.

7. You don’t want to live fearing the rest of your life that every morning you wake up, you’ll read a post starting “My husband is a…….”, with a hundred comments starting “Oh how could he?”, “He should…..” and “He should not……”.

8. You wake up from a nightmare that your wife has just made your darkest secret public, till you realize it wasn’t a nightmare. It was reality.

9. Every little nice thing you do for her will be up there on the blog. Every little mean thing you do to her will also be there up on her blog.


10. You are accountable for every female who comments on your blog, but you are not supposed to ask her about the males who leave comments on her blogs, because that makes you a suspicious, overtly jealous and possessive pig.

11. You are supposed to treat her out every time a blog of hers gets featured on DesiPundit or Blogbharti.

12. You are not supposed to take sides during heated blog discussions aka feline blog fights. You don’t have an opinion. You are her husband. You are to take her side. Always.

13. You would rather stay at home playing PSPs on the weekend than accompany her as the faithful puppy to be showed off at the local monthly blog meets.

14. Sometimes, the only way you can understand what’s up on her mind and why is she acting weird is by reading her blog. To discover that she was just having her periods.

15. Again and again, you will be given kasams to not read certain blog posts of hers. The whole world can know about it while it has to be a secret from you. And if you don’t, you are not giving her space or respecting her privacy.

16. You are in the middle of a Barcelona vs. Real Madrid game at your best buddy’s place when you get an SOS call from a common philanthropist friend- “Run home. You just forgot your wife’s birthday and it’s all over there on her blog”

17. You are not supposed to get jealous when you read about how she met her college crush and had coffee with him when you read it in her blog.

18. The world wasn’t supposed to know that you sleep in your superman underwear.


I was sweating all around in 16 degrees temperature too. Suddenly I wake up to realize
Silence not only kills but trills ….

Pe(e)pal Cannot Stay Single!

The other day, someone I know emailed me telling that my blogs are being stress busters for people at their work place. “Glad u like them :-)”

And other mentioned in his email, only things that is keeping them happy despite their stagnant business is my blog. I was curious to know what's around. There goes his narration of a black cat residing in his new work place and this and that. I was just so amazed for the fact how that deprived tiny cat can impinge on someone’s bread and butter. Wondering if it was seriously a crisis. He consulted some babaji who suggests him to re-unite the banyan tree and peepal tree. “Damn... re-unite...mane...wedding... Seriously???”

Omg... Just imagine... are they gonna perform all the post shaadi rituals too?? If yes...How???I am still not getting...how?

Who would be the bride and the groom? And how would they be dressed...

To figure it out, I went there for the so –called nuptials...

“Raat ke dhai baje koi shehnai baje,

Dil ka bazaar laga, dhilak ta pai baje”
Midst rhythmic beating of drums and singing, a group of people married two trees in a specially organized ceremony on Sunday. The banyan tree's branches got entwined with that of a peepal tree, making people read a love story in it and to declare the two a couple.

The wedding was performed with a priest reading Vedic verses. The peepal tree was draped in a white cloth  made the groom while the banyan tree wearing a colorful sari was made the bride.

LOL … I am not kidding!

And then it followed by the announcements like this:


"Our forefathers did this. We are following their footsteps," said the Babaji’s priest, who played groom's father.

"We hope the marriage will last long, survive difficult circumstances and produce healthy off springs to carry on the tradition of hope and happiness," a middle aged lady, the bride's mother, said. 

“Off springs?? They would surely name it as peeban? Or banpee? Or would the nick name it as BP”... I was too excited …


Along with me, there were few dozens of people attended the ceremony. A feast was also organized. Kumar, who acted as the bride's father, said: "I arranged everything for the marriage. I spent nearly `1 lakh. I believe marrying the two auspicious trees will bring peace and prosperity."

Ok stop guessing... They did certainly serve the vegetarian food but not peepal and banyan dishes...

But this one was ultimate! They served us Rasgulla,  the best ones. K couldn’t resist asking for more. Kumar uncle serving us told  it’s the bride favorite food.

We actually went beyond the boundaries of laughing madly and fanatically.

And I am so  glad for the invite dude.. This is all dedicated to u :-) 

This is the best wedding I ever attended.

Have a hilarious Day :-)

A day without laughter is a day wasted



PS: On the other side, Peepal stands foremost amongst the sacred trees. According to common belief Lord Vishnu and other gods reside beneath them. In Sanskrit it is called Bodhi in Hindi, Marathi and Punjabi this tree is called Peepal in Bengal this is called Asvattha and Gujaratis call it Piplo. In Oriyan culture this is Mui Chifka tree. In the Deccan, Telugu-speaking devout call it Pippali and in Kanarese this is Arali. Finally, the Keralites call it Al or Aryal in Malayalam language. The ritual of getting the peepal with banyan is the most prominent in Orissa, West Bengal and Kerala.

That's Life

Awesome definition of life:
When I Got Enough Confidence,
"The Stage Was Gone!"

When I Was Sure Of Losing,
"I Won!"

When I Needed People The Most,
"They Left Me!"

When I Learn't To Dry My Tears,
"I Found A Shoulder To Cry On!"

When I Became Busy,
"I Got Friendz!"

When I Mastered The Skill Of Hating,
"SomeBody Started 'LOVING' Me!"

Thats life!
Simply Unpredictable