Change...

Change is the only constant (Yes, ax+by+c wala!), they say. And lot of things have changed in my life since the last post, 1357 days ago. From being a student to consultant; from being single to engaged; from Jamshedpur to Kalyan (and from Kalyan to Currey Road!); Aah se aaha tak, a lot has changed. But one thing remains the same - what I plan to do with this blog. Learn, share, spread some smiles, and give away some free food-for-thought. Thanks to my fiance and some of my really kind friends from school, who reminded me of my blog, here I am, hopefully for good :).

PS: An auto-driver reminded me today, the meaning of the word 'change' itself is not constant "Sahab, change lao".. Hatt kahe ka proverb !

Iim B-ack!

All those who feel that this post has something to do with the Imperial College of Engg (that's the 3-Idiots pseudonym for the Aayee Aai Yembee), I'm sorry to disappoint you. It is just an attention gathering trick learnt from the recent credit 'bhagat' crisis and the likes. Finally, I get to respond to blogger.com which has been waiting for me for the past 9 months (shhh...dont look at the no. of months with suspicion, its just coincidental!) with hopeful eyes. A lot has been 'happening' in my life since I last posted - the second year of my MBA life bringing in many more experiences to remember. (Sole Reader: "Bata bata, kya?" Blogger: "Kabhi detail mein bataunga, when I actually cook up something interesting" :P).

What is this post about intended to be about, then? - Everything...Anything...actually, Nothing! This is just to increase the feel-good factor (finger licking good!) among the dear reader(s) so that he can smile for the 2 minutes that he'll spend on this blog (I said smile, not laugh!...please, please stop laughing at me). It is also to let him know that I'm still alive in this part of the country, and not RIP-ed due to the life threatening attacks by Maoists-doing-net-practice/ Autowallahs-losing-fare-bargains/ Esteemed-faculty/ Peers-just-below-me-in-CGPA/ stray-dogs-looking-for-bones/ readers-who-hate-such-jokes (listed in the order of danger). I know that the flights have been withdrawn from Jamshedpur, our Mao brethren attack vehicles on road, trains get derailed every alternate day (and the other alternate days, they aren't scheduled anyways), but don't worry, 'travelling' has never been listed in the 'Hobbies & Interests' section of my CV. As long as main-aur-meri-tanhai confine ourselves to the safe h(e)aven of my room and the campus, I'm safe (much safer than the fielder at silly point facing an Ajit Agarkar shot coming towards him at a 2mph speed). If I ever feel like venturing out, I rather take the "How well do you know Nalanda ?"(or Sunderbans or Calcutta or Jhumritalaiya) quiz on Facebook, score a 99% there and decide not to leave the campus. (Non-Sticky note: Past performance in the FB quiz is no indicator of future results at MBA quizzes).

Jokes apart, this post is also a means to reduce the guilt that I feel everytime I remove the blog link from my signature only because there are no posts for the receiver to read. The post is also an answer to my fear that blogger.com will send me the following mail shortly:

Please note that we have deleted your blog account due to any or all of the following reasons: 1)inactivity by the owner for a long period 2)insane activity by the owner for a longer period 3) Winner of highest 'Flag grossly inappropriate' votes from readers 4)Mismatch between the blog URL and the owner (and better claimants to the URL) 5) No appropriate response for the question sent to you last week: "Why the [press Shift button] 1235623 [release Shift] did you start a blog?".

PS: Those who are offended by the use of the pronoun 'he' for a reader in this post, I apologize. Because I know that you wont be. Because I know that there isn't any. Because I know from advanced analytics data that the demographics of my reader base is completely skewed (screwed?) AWAY from the fairer sex. *sob, sob*
PPS: Dear XLer, don't search for a smiley [:)] in the post. This is not that cheap a publicity stunt.

No matter

My mom always used to tell me, that if you feed a roadside cat with milk 7 days a week; it would end up outside our house on the 8th day, asking for more. Thinking about relevance of this story here? Arre, roz roz hum hi tumhara yendertainmentu (trying a lola-kutty accent this time) karenge kya? Ab toh post-less day ki aadat daal lo, hum XL bhi jaane wale wapis 4 dino mein. Fir toh, my posts would be inversely proportional to the frequency of quizzes in the class. [reader: kal hi toh AB se compare kar raha tha, aaj aa gaya aukaad pe?]. I justify my stand - visit his blog today, fir kehna aake; bade aaye muh uthaake, taana marne.

Phew! So much justification for not having any masala to write today. Countdown has started for my return to the college (ok, 'institute'), just like the countdown for Chandrayaan; the only difference being, I am not that eager for the countdown to end (and upar se, mere 'take-off' se poore Hindustan ko koi farak nahi padta). For those readers still wondering, "kaam ki baat toh kuch likhi nahi, pata nahi hum kyun aaye aaj" - kyun bhai, David Dhawan ki movie dekhte waqt to apna dimaag fridge mein thanda-thanda-cool-cool karne chhod jaate ho, isey bhi aisa hi 'light-weight' post samjho. Ok, for all those still unconvinced by so much of gyaan-bachan, here are some lines(to add some 'matter' to this post) that I penned sometime back. (Rapidex saath leke baitha hoon - bahut dino baad ingreji mein likha hain. More Hindi poetry may follow in the coming days)

Strolling along the shore,
We watch the sun hide away from the golden sky
As I match your steps,
And the waves kissing your feet, recede by,
Holding your hands,
Those precious moments that we were together,
Lost into your gleamy eyes,
With a promise to make it, A Walk to Remember

Aur ye tum log sirf visit count kyun badhate ho, kabhi comment bhi kar diya karo. (Ramesh Powar ho kya? Field pe aake wickets badhata hain, runs nahi)

PS: Shhh.. No questions about the 'you' in the lines above. You will get the same old reply - imaginary' ;).