After spending the best of my time in Dubai.. I bade adieu to Dubai with a heavy heart.. Yes!! I still love that place.. and to all my friends who would never want to come to middle east, I am not you.. I landed on the soil of Middle East with a image, rather say a mirage, of sand, purdah, and a place abandoned by many.. But spending just a few weeks there, I had a uey in my belief, thoughts and perceptions.. I loved.. love.. and will love.. this place till the time my gray cells are functioning.. From Burj Al Arab to Burj Dubai.. Wafi Mall to Dubai Mall.. O-14 Green towers to Twin Towers..a land of no hope to a land of Dreams.. Yes.. Thats what Dubai means to me.. A place where any thing is possible.. A panacea of all that nature deprived this place of.. and an epitome for human’s imaginations which made its way to realize what no one ever even dared to think.. Thats THE Dubai..

Chandan and Sanjana would always ask me what I loved about this place.. and I was always short of words.. and no wonder I still am.. Because for me.. this place is beyond vocal praises.. I feel the soul in this place.. I feel the hunger to be THE XXXXXX-EST ( Dubai .. whatever they build, they build with superlative degree.. the largest mall, the largest man made island, the largest Water park etc etc ) in this place.. I tried to capture a few of the pics (mostly from Bhatti’s and Chandan’s camera.. Thanks guys) .. May be.. and if ever be fortunate.. I will be back to Dubai.. and this time for long.. I guess..

Cheers

Loku

PS: These are just some random collection.. I didn’t have time to sort out the collection.. I will do so shortly.. Till then just watch the slideshow as what do we say “Assorted”..

Tags: Dubai, General, UAE

Well.. pretending to be still young and hearty.. and in my early Twenties.. I knew this year.. I will enter into what we call as First Step towards late Twenties.. OK.. lets cut the crap.. and come to point straight.. on 20t this month.. I turned 26.. and Gosh!! ain’t I happy.. oh shucks I am.. but why.. don’t really know.. but when I see Pravek getting married this December,  Rahul (Dost) to be next one.. and Meha who already has.. I am feeling walking into that zone where you turn from a flamboyant living hell to a settled Man.. yups I am excited.. Its been a little long living alone or to say.. little long putting “Single” in all drop down menus. haha.. Well speaking of gist straight.. I am on my way to fuel in my job hunt and get Settled.. and I mean settled in quickly..

Now talking about THAT day.. i read somewhere.. you are young till 25 and then you become what Dad sees as a responsibility, mom sees as opportunity and sister sees as Cheering moment.. and your friends see as “Another one.. I mean.. ek aur bakra..” .. yups that all hint towards your apt age to look for a bride and get in the shoes of having a new family and for all that matter in Social set up.. you are now considered to be an important member in your house.. where every thing you talk is not taken as granted rather scrutinized to the last possible child node and then your intellect is rated out of 10.. and believe me.. it will never be higher than 4 points.. thats how we generally play Ghar-Ghar in THE Real Life Case Study..

While this noise is increasing daily.. I mean the bells of Wedding notion.. I can foresee many of my mates getting into groove for it.. to name a few.. Bhatti, Amit, Nitesh, Dude, Aninda.. and some beautiful ladies whom I know.. Now if you notice.. the only accrual benefit of my turning 26 is that now I can start reading and understanding the Children Insurance and Children Education Insurance Policies .. And god.. I just love this part which is based on pure speculations.. and like a lot of assumptions.. which I better not say here.. So if you are reading this.. you know you need to just keep looking for any news to come.. Am I hinting something.. No No.. I mean.. I don’t know.. may be.. may be not.. eeeeeeee… I think I must leave..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Bangalore.. here I come.. Tuesday and the Boy will land..

Tags: Happy Birthday

I came across this great mail forwarded in pure “Moral Obligation” by one of my friend.. and I could not resist but to put it on my blog. I don’t claim any content pasted below to be mine and if you dont like anything leave a comment and rest will be taken care of

You don’t buy tickets for a music concert or cricket match, but try to use your political contacts (the private secretary of the deputy secretary to the minister of state for khadi industries)

You always ask the vendor “Bhaiya, yeh gol guppe aate ki hai ya sooji ke ?”

You use the word “setting” or “jugaad” at least once a day

You overtake people from the wrong side and stare into their eyes while doing so

You have fought at least once in the last 30 days with your neighbours over parking

You pride yourself on drinking only on Monday, Wednesday and Thurday to Sunday evenings. Tuesday is a religious day, you see !!

You always praise the Metro lavishly, but you yourself only travel by car

You’ve lived in Delhi all your life, but have never visited the Red Fort. It is for tourists !!

You don’t find it strange to call a complete stranger “bhaiya”

Even if you live in posh colonies, your wife / mother will say to the vegetable vendor “Bhaiyaa, dhaniya hari mirch nahi di”. Even with half a kilo of carrots, she expects dhania and hari mirch free !!

You believe you’re an excellent driver because you can always correctly guess what the driver in the vehicle in front will do

You address the waiter in the restaurant as either “boss” or “pappeey”, depending on how many stars it has, or doesn’t have

You look down on people who call gol guppas “pani puri”

Your idea of a great time is meeting up with a friend for “daaru shaaru te kabbab shabbab”

You refer to your vehicle as “kanvense” (conveyance), as in “Apni kanvense howe na ta badi kanvinyance hondi hai ji”

You are familiar with the sight of middle-aged aunty-jis wearing Gucci shades and carrying LV bags, eating gol guppas in GK or bhelpuri in South Ex (with Diet Coke, of course)

When going to to Lajpat Nagar / Rajouri Gardens / Kamla Nagar / Karol Bagh, you park your car and take an auto-rickshaw instead. But to go to CP,  you always go in your own car although you know you’ll never ever get parking space

You refer to East Delhi as “Jamuna Paar”

You refer to AIIMS as “Medical”

You use “jugaad” (contacts) for everything, from getting movie tickets to restaurant bookings to play-school admissions

You have hit 120 kmph at Nelson Mandela Marg (Ring Road) at some time (even if it’s only after midnight)

You think every South Indian comes from “Madras”

You refer to people from North-East as “Chinkies”

The only time you went to the Delhi Zoo was on a school picnic in Class IV, and you still call it Chidiya Ghar

You  insert the words “yaar” or “bhai” at least once in every sentence

You have eaten anda parantha outside Vikram Hotel / bun omelette at Dhaula Kuan / kulfi at Karol Bagh / gol guppe at India Gate / dosa at Madras Hotel / chaat at Chandini Chowk

You are completely at home with teri maa di, teri bahen di, oye, madar …, oye, bahen…. etc

You refer to any pretty girl as “baamb”

Your favourite song is “Dilli hai dil walon ki. ….”. Of course !!

Cheers

Loku

PS: Don’t take anything to your heart.. we are Like This

Tags: General, Meri Delhi

I could not get any better word than this which could probably contain some optimism in it and as a matter of fact I don’t even know if I need to be a optimistic one for this blog. Some strange thoughts made me write this one and while trying to figure out the flowing emotions I realized that even the strongest metal is vulnerable to cracks when hit repeatedly. Well!!! So far in life after seeing beautiful (Not always) 25 summers , I eventually agreed to one of the greatest paradox about human life or any form of life for that matter.

Everyone knows where the road of this life ends at then why this entire climax speculations make every one go haunted for days. No I am not a cynical bastard!!! (not even a Pervert, as two of my best friends love to shout on my face ). The moment you are born, you know the dice has started rolling and ultimately it will stop one day… that day may be sooner or later.. But it has to.. Unfortunately Newton’s second law does not fit here.. Or perhaps it does because there are just so many external factors involved here…who knows.. My point of delusion is “why do we then never acknowledge this, prima facie… A little tough for me to understand.. As rightly copied from Chandan’s Gtalk status message “Life is but an journey to End”… Deep thought huh?? Well if you believe so then it is.. But if we change the lens we have a new canvas to see and a new motion to emote. I know philosophic me is very sad…. And Chandan specifically nods in disbelief when I write anything other than.. My usual self.. And further complicating tangle of emotions is .. My girl would never read such piece of immense depth ( I mean what I write when I am under huge and burdening impression of al-kuḥl which essentially is the mother of word “Alcohol”..you can trace the etymology on Wikipedia..) as she says it forces her to reconsider her decision about me.. And thus I keep the count to minimum..

As someone said once and then has been repeated in countless movies and public speaking (Self-assurance topics) “Live each day as it is your last”.. Aren’t we hooking our entire life path to that ultimate end.. And nothing but a trivial truth.. For simple reason that that anchoring point gives you motivation, a courage to do what you have never done, to be what you really want to be.. And likes of such “you can win” words.. And then when it comes to be face-to-face with it.. We crash..we shatter.. And eventually leave a moist space in the book of life.. During the entire life orchestra we prepare hard for coda, and when we come to that part of our composition.. We get most concerned and perhaps worried..

I don’t want to conclude with some “Moral of the Story” but I want to think that if I know I have an end to everything.. Then I will start value every second of life and face the last ticking of clock with satisfaction that “I knew all that I wanted to do in my ONE life”.. You can call this entire “I know I will die.. But I don’t want to.. ” an irony or the paradox of life.. In whichever word of English dictionary you are comfortable with..

Cheers

Loku

PS: I hate those “Self-motivating lectures” because he can never know what and how I want to play my innings..

Tags: General, life gyan

December 10th, 2008.. We came, we saw and We ARE confused.. 105 dangling souls… 105 different aspirations..105 different dreams.. gathered under one shelter.. the GiMBA.. where everyone wanted to prove he is better than others.. and impress the veracity of doing what he was doing.. The males and the Females.. oldies and kidzz.. all and so many of them.. from.. the land of corporate where everyone waits desperately for last day of month and salary credit..to.. the land of new dreams and new faces where bonds would be made and new couples would emerge ..

October 31st, 2009..We are still confused.. yes we are.. to see people packing their bags.. booking their ticket back home.. final days booze parties.. last days get together.. this one year.. will be placed very special in our lives.. while I met two very special friends and many names that I wont forget.. specially Chandan and Amit Singh.. if certainly they get me placed..

More of this life may come soon.. depends on my hydration level

Cheers

Loku

Tags: General, GiMBA

Yeah.. we celebrate each and every function that falls in a calender “Holidays” column.. and hence we just could not miss the Navratri celebration.. dandiya Night at campus.. no words.. all fun.. and all dances.. Girls.. as always Gorgeous.. Boys.. as always #@$ @#$@..

Enjoy..

Loku

Tags: Dandiya Night, General, SPJCM Celebration

Narad Muni.. haha.. well thats what some people in my batch call me.. and if I be realistic then the percentage of people calling me Narad Muni will probably reach the absolute 100.. oopsi… I don’t mind it.. At least people are recognizing my efforts.. Well said na.. Rajeev, Anirban, Kedia or Bhatti and Kalyani for that matter.. I don’t really try hard to be a cruel nuts.. It comes quite naturally to me and the flavor of life I live in, it perfectly resonates. So after giving it a Well-thorough thought, some batch mates thought of having Ass-kicking ceremony and I to be the special guest at Hot Chair.. If I remember correct the prophecy of a living legend (read the Doctor in some Delhi’s hospital) came true on 20th November, some 26 years back.. but my people here at GiMBA were in a bit hurry to get away with their assembled frustrations.. So 20th October was what they decided… THEY.. actually it was only from Bhatti’s side.. for some reason he has been highly obsessed with me.. (Now don’t run your wild thoughts, its only about REVENGE) so the mail floated and it was all me..I mean they were all over me.. I mean.. well you can understand, how emotions erupt if you keep them under surface for a longer than usual time.. they burst on me.. and on my “Sitting Aid”.. and they busted loud..

I still remember the color.. the PURE RED.. when I was tempted to see my butts that pained for first 5 kicks and then went into eon of being senseless.. While I happily declare that I am 100% Anti-Obese human, that day I regretted of it.. My highly adjustable and accommodating structure not only made it easy to be lifted with bare minimum two persons at a time but also showed equal respect to fair gender community.. My butts were humbly signed by two of my most darling heart foes.. The Gunjan and The Sanjana.. But fortunately for me.. it happened after my first round of “Lets kick his bloody Ass” so any extra count went unnoticed by my “Pain Recognizing” nerve network.. Diminishing Marginal Pain.. Concept to suna hoga ..

Off the topic.. Chandan had been very demanding since last few days regarding my take on the word PLACOM.. and every time I thought about sharing my feelings.. A fear of ..”Loku you are still jobless” .. haunts me.. but my friend Chandan, that will not stop me from putting across a blog about you and your committee.. All I need is the A4 size sheet printed with Golden letters “We are happy to offer you ……. ….. ….. at a annual compensation of ….. …. …” and merrily signed by some big shot in some big shot firm and accepted by another big shot.. Mr. Me..

Just till then we both need to suppress our earthly desires for a better good..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Bhatti and Gunjan.. the worst combo of WORST PJ.. and each time they start I bet I bleed through where ever possible.. because when they ask you what is “Marketing” you better not give it a thought rather run for your life.. I swear.. Its contagious and deadly…

Tags: General

I have nothing to do.. absolutely nothing.. except watching India losing its first ODI against Aussie..Com’on we have done it in past and we will done it again..I thought so..anyways back to my nothingness.. So I thought of putting the PICS of GiMBA journey online and in the sequels on this blog.. one by one.. i have a huge collection.. thanks to Goli, Chandan, Bhatti and Mine Nikon L16… i will be posting it one after the other.. this way I will keep myself busy for a little while..By the way I must tell you end of this week, 31st October.. I will be officially graduating as MBA-IT.. and Gosh!! it looks like I am all set for those Matrimonials.. and lately my spam folder is all full with Matrimonials.. I wonder how quickly news spread in this age of Digitization and Internet…

Well for the first series I am posting the pics of my recent trip to Abu Dhabi to attend a Job Fair..well that was total loss because every door we knocked.. we found “House Full” .. that very much defeated the whole idea of this fair but whatever it was… but the key take away was the “I love this part of the world” feel.. I have to tell you all.. if you ever been to this place.. You can not (until you are like most of my batch mates who want to go back) think of moving back to your hometown.. This place seems so attractive to me for its sheer creativeness and will to be what it is today..

So cheers and keep coming for more pics… Next would be My Birthday Pics…

Loku

Tags: Abu Dhabi, Pics Abu Dhabi, UAE

“Mausi.. Do you know we are planning to go to Desert Safari.. You must be knowing its one of the best thing to do in Dubai.. And somebody told me its damn costly.. No no.. Don’t take me wrong.. I am just telling you.. Nothing else interpretations please.. Com’on you know I wont talk in riddles to you..” Well that’s how I got my Dh 110 for Desert Safari… not that I didn’t have them.. But when it comes to partying out.. U bet.. Nothing in this world will give you more pleasure that partying on others money.. And for me my others account is generally.. Mausi, Mom and my dashing group of 8 friends.. (lukha people, I know)… Things cut short.. Lets get talking…

What a awesome experience that was.. Though I am late to put it on blog.. But better late than never.. Some 50+ I would say.. Boarding the cruiser OMG!!! Just imagine 10 Cruiser standing in front in one line.. That was some scene.. Well first thing was to make sure you sit with right people.. Its very important for such a public trip.. And I needed Rajeev to be there with me.. I needed someone to kill my time.. And lately he has been my favorite victim.. And love screwing his happiness.. He is a darling.. (ok. He is not.. But he is for sure an easy victim.. Haha.. Now I know why people call me Narad Muni..) some 40 minutes of drive and we were there.. All desert and sand.. I will again reiterate here.. I love this place more than I loved Singapore .. So once we get to see that we can not afford the biking we quietly moved to safari after taking all the possible snaps in all possible permutations of poses..

Up and down..drifts..tracks on sand.. That’s just a little of desert safari.. No doubt we all went mad.. And if that wasn’t enough.. The show of the day.. Belly Dancing.. And I will keep my mum here.. Only thing I can share here keeping my excitement to a bare little is.. What a female she was.. And what control she had.. If ever given  a chance I wont miss her seeing again.. Well I love curves.. And she was THE epitome for my love.. .. Haha..

Cheers guys

Loku

PS: I was asked to keep my words limited about that Belly Dancer.. Zipped..they are..

Tags: Desert Safari, Dubai, Pics Desert Safari

I have been struggling since I remember last…. How so ever hard I could try to recollect my memories.. I met this friend of mine some time back (ok.. 4 months back.. I was only trying to make it look like a nice story plot… but you ppl.. Com’on stop raising eyes..) and while talking to him, he started with his usual ups and downs of life… and like all human’s innate characteristic he too started with the Downs.. And only after I got tired and started bleeding through my ears, I finally had to stop him saying I needed to go to washroom.. ( sorry, I know it was the lamest excuse but after bearing non-stop hitting of the most uncommon negative thoughts any human brain can inhabit in it..this was more like much needed life for me… ) now the point is.. After listening to him I actually went to rest room to make sure I have nothing of “negativity” left in me.. Because as per my reputation I can’t afford to risk my rapport by having even the “x -> 0″ where “x” is the counter part of my happy self… (x -> 0, remember Limits and Differentiation in pre-university courses.. My favorite part of calculus. ).. Now what made me write this blog was the curiosity that I dwelled in me about why would some one be sad or demotivated, if we can put it this way…

Once my dad told me “do your best and then improve your deliverable of the BEST and keep doing so”… he never mentioned to me about anything that would even remotely meant or sensed as “Failure”… believe me this is no Geeta Saar that I am reiterating here… where you don’t worry about the result…. You think you won’t worry about result??… You would… and if you don’t.. Then you are not the one to read this blog …. On serious notes, all my dad wanted to tell me was…. Once you are done with effort for the current cycle.. Make sure you find some area of improvement and then work to fill that gap… now imagine an effort that falls at wrong place and unlike Lord Krishna or The Arjuna.. You do worry about Result.. What would a failed attempt educe in you… two possible emotions… (as they were for me till I focused on the last one only)

• Why me…?? And exaggerating this to “Oh Almighty, why me.. Why only me.. Why again.. I am such a @#$@3 @#$@”
• Ok!! Lets deal now… (no.. I am not exaggerating this one.. This is mine ok!!!!!!! And I am, ummm ummm, a narcissist.. )

Why would I tell you all this.. And why would I expect you to go further reading this whole.. I don’t know.. May be you need to just see that when one can deal with any CALAMITY… OMG.. What  a huge huge word.. Ok .. Lets keep it plain.. See friend, my point is when you have a possible (even if chances are far lesser than worth the thought) roadway to tackle tough times then why not give it a try… after all someone said once “When you have lost everything you are free to do anything”… See I am no preacher who has figured out the True meaning of life and nor do I want to be a saint in the Himalayas of India… all I want is to tell you.. That never ever get yourself in the black-hole of “Why me??” syndrome.. WHY??? I am not sharing the gyan that I have assembled mediating in deep resonance of my thoughts and mind.. No way.. I better booze during the meditation time.. That anyways keep me in complete resonance with my thoughts and motions … Its very basic involuntary action of human body that the moment you see the failure, you ask “why” and this why can be then added to “me..again..and etc..” and then….

From one why me.. We can recollect so many of such instances which would only staunched any possibility of hope.. From one failure, you better believe me, we all have the talent to dig out many more such failures…that’s the universal law of addition which would never fail… and while I truly believe in “Secret” that one creates one’s universe by one’s thought…I admit its not really as easy as said…but surely worth the try…so after keying in so much… all I request to everyone is to see the positive side of all the things… and if not succeeding then at least keep trying… nothing is impossible in this world where we watch Surrogate and claim that its very much in near future… Agreed that toughest thing to control is your thoughts but imagine the game if you learn how to steer through the race court of your life canvas…

And finally jumping to first two line of this blog… I still need a reason worth enough to be SAD… a bad interview, a broken relationship, a lost job, blah blah would never be a reason.. As life extends beyond all such things… just keep yourself in right mode and keep cleaning the mirage of corrupt thoughts… and you will be there at the right place on the right time…

Like my Prof said to all of us.. “May God be with you”

Cheers

Loku

PS: you really need not look for a rationale of me blogging.. It’s a exercise I do to keep myself contained…

Tags: General