Things Every Girl Wants But Won’t Ask For !!

Got this mail few days back and i feel this is something every guy should know.. so here it is for u

Friends there are lots of things everyone wants in their lives, Things Every Girl Wants But Won’t Ask For !! This particular topic is set more like for Girls !! Guys are welcome to Post their comments as well, So buddies everyone is welcome thanks !! !!

Here goes the List………..

1. Touch her waist.
2. Actually talk to her.
3. Share secrets with her.
4. Give her your jacket.
5. Kiss her slowly.

Are you remembering this boys?
6. Hug her.
7. Hold her.
8. Laugh with her.
9. Invite her somewhere.
10. Hangout with her and your friends together.

KEEP READING ..

11. Smile with her.
12. Take pictures with her.
13. Pull her onto your lap.
14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.
15. When her friends say “I love her more than you”, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can’t get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.

Are you thinking of someone?
16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her.
17. Kiss her unexpectedly.
18. Hug her from behind around the waist.
19. Tell her she’s beautiful.
20. Tell her the way you feel about her.
One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.
21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car - it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.
22. Tell her she’s your everything - only if you mean it.
23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.
24. Make her feel loved.
25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know!

WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US ..

26. Don’t lie to her.
27. DON’T cheat on her.
28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants.
29. Text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her.
30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn’t need you, just be there so she’ll know that she can always count on you.

ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER, BECAUSE IT’S IMPORTANT.

31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold you too.
32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.
33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).
34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.
35. Don’t ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you’re mad. If she’s upset, comfort her.

REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ..

36. When people diss her, stand up for her.
37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.
38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart, link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.
39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.
40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.

MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED.
41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams.
42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.
43. Take her for long walks at night.
44. Always remind her how much you love her.

You’ll never know when she needs just a little more love …

The Love Dream

There I stand in the side of the road waiting for u, i look at my watch-"whats taking her so long". Thats when i saw her on the other side of the road.

In a long green dress, there she stood, trying to dodge the traffic. With her office bag on her shoulder, she still looked fresh at the end of the long working day. My eyes got fixed on her. It took her a minute to cross that road and by then I was busy admiring her long flowing hair.

She walked upto me and said "HI" but i was speechless. I was too lost in her eyes. She said HI again and then finally pinched me. It struck me, was i really in front of her. It had been so long.

There she sat opposite me, taking a bite of her chicken sandwich. She was tired after the long working day but for me she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her naughty eyes, had all the naughtiness in the world. The flower on the table was also envious of her beauty. I dont even remember the taste of the milk shake i was drinking, i was too busy drowning in her .
beauty.

She was busy showing me beautiful girls all around but i knew that she was the one and only one i wanted to see, today, tomorrow and forever. Her smile, her eyes, her hair, her expressions... There was no comparison, no competition

I paid the bill at the counter and grabbed 2 beautiful flowers for her. And as i gave it to her, that smile appeared and she moved slowly to kiss me on the cheek...BOOM... where was I??

:( I was there on my bed at IMT. Too engrossed thinking about her that I had reached 1000 of miles to be with her. O God why didnt the dream stay for another 5 seconds, at least you should have let her kiss me. Never mind, there will come a day, soon when u will be with me, here in my arms and I will show you my world, my IMT

The mystery called LOVE...

Love... the feeling i have always believed in.. the feeling that i have always died for.. is actually a mystery no one has ever solved.

This is a feeling which can get out any type of emotion.. It can make u laugh, it can make u cry, it can make u feel like u rule the world, it can make u feel like some crap in some garbage bin in some shitty bylane. But y is it so? No one knows. U love someone from the depths of your love machine, the heart. But that day comes and CRASH goes your world.

If you ever get a chance tear open and see someones heart. U will find it battered and bruised but determination to love will still be thr. Stupid heart, never forgets to love again. Where and why does this determination come from?

Sales manager...

This poem was given to us in out rural marketing class and i feel i cannot do without putting it on my blog... its something that i see my future in a few months time...

अपने टार्गेट के बोझ तले दबा जा रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

ज़िन्दगी से हारा हुआ है, पर मार्केट से हार नहीं मानता
अपने area की एक एक बात इसने analyse की है
पर आज कौन से रंग की socks पहनी है, यह नहीं जानता
दिन पर दिन एक excel sheet बनाता जा रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

रोज़ failed schemes ढून्ढ लेता है पर
मजबूर दोस्त की आखों की नमी दिखाई नहीं देती
एक एक shop की आवाज़ सुनता है'
पर दिल में कोई दस्तक सुनाई नहीं देती
sunday नहाता नहीं, week days को नहा रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

किताबो में गुलाब रखने वाला, dsr में red mark लगा रहा है
दिल की ज़मीन से अरमानो की विदाई हो गयी, दिन भर mails के जवाब दे रहा है
weekends पे दारू पीके जो जश्न मना रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

मजे लेने हो इसके तो पूछ लो
"target achievement" की party कब दे रहा है
हंसी उडानी हो तो पूछ लो
"confirmation" कब पा रहा है
वो देख foreign से लौटे दोस्त की chocolates खा रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

खर्चे बढ रहे है, बाल कम हो रहे है
salary जी डेट आती नहीं
income tax के सितम हो रहे है
लो फिर से बस छूट गयी
ऑटो से आ रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

pizza गले से उतरता नहीं
तो coke के सहारे निगल लिया जाता है
ऑफिस की थाली देख मुह बनता है
माँ के हाथ का खाना उससे रोज़ याद आता है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

आपने अब तक ली होंगी बहुत सी चुटकियाँ
एक sales वाले के जीवन का सच बताती ये आखरी कुछ पंक्तियाँ
हजारों की तनख्वाह वाला, कंपनी की करोर्डों की जेब भरता है
एक sales manager वही बन सकता है, जो लोहे का जिगर रखता है
हम लोग जी जी के मरते है, ज़िन्दगी है कुछ ऐसी
एक फ़ौज की नौकरी है, दूसरी सलेस की , दोनों एक जैसी
इस कविता का हर शब्द मेरे दिल की गहरायी से आ रहा है
वो देखो एक sales manager चला जा रहा है

and to end it up, on special request of my American friend KAMILAH... the whole poem translated into english..

He is succumbing under the pressure of the sales target

See there goes a sales manager

He has accepted defeat in life, but still fighting strong in the market place

He analyses every small detail of his market place

But he wont even remember what colour socks he is wearing today

Day by day he keeps making an excel sheet

See there goes a sales manager

Everyday he manages to find failed schemes but

Doesn’t see the sorrow in the eyes of his friend

He listens to the voice of every shop

But doesn’t hear any voice of his heart

He doesn’t have a bath on Sundays, but bathes every week day

See there goes a sales manager.

The one who keeps a rose in the book, is marking the daily sales reports red

He has said goodbye to all the dreams in his heart, keeps replying to mails all day

The one who celebrates on weekends drinking alcohol

See there goes a sales manager

If you wanna pull his leg all you need to ask him

When are you giving your target achievement party

If you wanna make fun of him all u need to ask is

When r u getting confirmed

See there he is eating chocolates gifted by a foreign return friend

See there goes a sales manager

Expenses are increasing and hairs on his head are reducing

The salary date doesn’t come

He is getting tensed about his income tax

Oh, he missed his bus again, again he is coming by an autorickshaw

See there comes a sales manager.

He cant swallow a pizza down his throat

Uses a sip of Coke to gulp it down

He makes a face seeing the office food

He remembers his mom’s cooking every day

See there goes a sales manager

Till now you have enjoyed a jokes on a sales person

But these last few lines will tell you about his real life

He earns thousands, but helps the company earn millions

Only who has a heart of steel can become a sales manager

We die every moment of life, thats what life is

One is the job of a soldier, another is that of a sales manager, both are similar

Every word of this poem is coming from the depths of my heart

See there goes a sales manager

She is my PRAYER

Its 11 am. I have just got up. And I seem to be in a real good mood today. Why? Because I started my day in the best possible way. I spoke to HER. Its a really strange thing that within such a short period of time life has become so beautiful. My day doesn’t start till I hear her voice. People need a cup of tea to kickstart their day, I just need a sweet, romantic GOOD MORNING from her.
I have been trying desperately not to put her on my blog but cant help it, she is the only topic I have to talk about. I swear tell you, you can talk to her and anyone, I mean anyone can fall in love with her.
It was that wonderful day a few months ago and it was on that day that life took a rebirth. She walked in. She had been there for ages but this was a re-entry, an entry much more special, much more loved.
God knows why for ages I had never noticed her, she was right there. Maybe He was waiting for the right time. Maybe He thought that before we meet, we still had to undergo further training. And just as I finished my learning, she came. You ask any of our common friends and they will be like... Both of them, u kidding me....they can’t even stand each other. You know what friends, now we cant stand without each other.
1000 of miles separate us. But for me she is always close by. Close to me, close to my heart. Soon there will be a day when this distance will disappear, these miles will no longer be a hindrance.
My phone just rang, it was her SMS, even something so small is enough to make my happy, make me smile.
Thank you God for sending her into my life, thank you for making my life so beautiful, so complete, so charming... You know what she is my Life, she is my PRAYER !!!

My sleeping classes

Welcome back to the fun filled package from my label IMT Days. We have seen various experiences of mine here at IMT so today i am going to take you on another such wonderful journey. The best class here at MBA: the sleeping class.


First let us begin with the one of the wierdest pics i have seen in my educational career. Lets fly back to the Managerial Economics class of 1st term....Prof Dutta... I will not comment anything about this course. The picture below speaks for itself.


Last 2 rows completely flat. I had counted over 16-17 out of 50 with their heads down. God knows how many more were sleeping with thier heads up and how many more were doing something else. In the 1st pic the one person you see awake is also clicking photographs.. Loved this class


Now coming to the next target: Me.

This pic below was clicked by Rohit in the quantitative techniques class of Sarabjit Singh. Notice the way the art of sleeping is perfected with the pen upright. When you look from the front of the class all you will see is someone writing with his head down

Time passed and my sleeping sessions improved. With the commencement of 2nd year i perfected this art further.
This pic below is from the Personnel Selection class. I had just given a presentation, came back to my seat and went of to sleep. I dont know why but was very tired that day... raat bhar bahut padai ki thi.....LOL
Here again i have disappeared into wonderland. It was Mr Fadnavis' class of training and development.... It went into some boring stuff and i decided to shun the worldly surrondings to attain Nirvana for some time... Photo courtesy: Shreyaa
Thes last 2 take the jackpot. This pic is the latest. Just 3 hrs back in the Business Marketing class of Mr Tagade. I had been up last night preparing for my Rural Marketing so barely slept for 2 hrs. Now i enter Business marketing completely dozing off and take the last row
Finally i push myself back, out of the professors view and off i go. I was so fast asleep that i didnt even notice the class getting over. If you see the pic above you see everyone walking off. It was then that some nice person woke me up or else god knows how much longer i would have been there...

And ya, I may look like a drunkard sleeping but i wasnt drunk...in fact i dont drink at all...
आज का एपिसोड येही समाप्त होता है, आशा है की आप हस हस के लोटपोट हो गए होंगे IMT Days के अगले प्रसारण तक आप सब को संपर्क सचदेवा का नमस्कार । शुभ रात्री, अल्लाह आफ्हिज़ ।

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM !!!!

Let me begin by wishing the bestest woman in the world, my mom a very Happy Birthday. 59 yrs ago God gave a gift to mankind in the form of her.

Thank you Mom for everything that you have done for me, everything that you have given me, all the sacrifices u have made for me.

Maa 22 yrs and i have seen every moment of your love and care. 1000 of memories of yours race through me every day. From those days when i was a 4 yr old kid and use to throw milk from the balcony to those years of adolescence when growing up was a challenge in itself. Maa today whatever i am, its because of you. Never in these 22 yrs did u ever raise a hand at me but yet i knew when you wanted me to correct my ways. Your words of encouragement have always pushed me on to achieve the best and aaj main jahaan bhi hu, its because of u...

It comes as a surprise to a lot of my friends that how on my earth have i always discussed my crushes, my loves and my girlfriends with you. Thats the best about my coolest mom. You have always understood my point of you and it never seemed to me that there was an age gap of 37 years between us. You have always been my best friend and no matter what, whenever i need someone i know you will be there...

Had never imagined that mothers love is so unconditional but then i see you and say, no one can love someone as much as love me...

Thank you Maa for everything you have given me. Wish u a very happy birthday and i promise i will try my best to give you every happiness that you have always deserved....

She walks in beauty....

Its 4.30 am... I am up to study for my Rural Marketing exam at 8.30. 4hrs to go and a lot left to study... but am i studying....

I am sitting staring at my desktop wallpaper. The ppt's are minimised and the word documents are closed. I just sit there staring at the wallpaper. There she sits, in that wonderful sari.... Every moment that i keep looking at her, and every moment i keep losing my heart to her, over and over again... Clock ticks by and i am still staring at her.

There is something in those eyes that i love, there is something in that look that i love. All i know is that she keeps me awake all night, she keeps me smiling all day without any reason at all and she keeps me driving crazy.

Over a 1000 miles separate us but the heart doesnt feel so. She is somewhere close, somewhere near... Maybe hiding somewhere, maybe inside my heart...

Soon it will be morning for the world, but for me it will be much later, when i finally hear her voice. A voice so calm, so soothing even hurdles stop and turn back, let alone reach me.

She has a smile to die for, but the point is she can stop death as well. When Yamraj comes tell her to smile at him... Even he will die for it...

There are times when hurdles do reach you. And its at this moment, her hand on the shoulder and few words," its gonna be ok" and everything is solved....

Shes just perfect, in fact she is perfection personified.... She is my love.... You would ask me, who is she... i wont tell you, or else you will also fall in love with her....

All i can say abt her is that I LOVE HER.... I TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY LOVE HER and I WILL KEEP LOVING HER !!!!!

"We can..." bags 2nd prize at IMT Ghaziabad

Kartavya had just released a day back. I was getting out of class when Ritika stopped me. I didnt know that i was going to get my greatest gift (thanks to Kartavya's success) then and there. She had cleared the 1st round at IMT-Ghaziabads contest and wanted me to help her clear the 2nd round. The theme was Women Empowerment so sitting in the next class came the concept of We Can...

It was based on the theme of
Once upon a time....
We were ignored.... We were vulnerable.... We were outcasted

But now....
We can Play, We can Win, We can challenge, We can defend, We can manage, We can strategise....
The women of today..... We can....

So started the work on the empowering of women.... It was really fun filled 2 days with shooting
bike races, basketball and football matches... Thanx to ankur and vinay the bike race went of real well. Thanx to sandeep for ready to get beaten up by a girl on camera and he played the role real well. That fall over the table was amazing.. The trump card of the movie was the potrayal of Sonia Gandhi.... Thanx Neha no one could have played that role better than u. It was a movie much more involved with students than Kartavya since over 20 people shot for it....

Yesterday We can along with Ek Awaaz (Nukkad Natak) were screened at IMT ghaziabad's Passion 09 and thanx to Ritika and Aditi, we won 2nd prize.... When ritika called and told me we had won, it did not sink in... She was like arent u happy, i was too shocked and amazed because i
wasnt expecting to win won bit....

Thanx Priya, Riti and Aditi.... You guys are great...

No one and i mean no one would ever understand what We Can... and this victory means to me.. People would feel that i am arrogant abt it but they will never understand the emotions i attached with it....

Kartavya: My debut production

After having 2 stints of love affairs with photography and blogging, i recently fell in love for the 3rd time, with film making....

This love story goes back to Milestone 35 where i dont know why but i participated in AdAge ( the ad making contest) and i finally had a camera in hand. As luck would have it, I proposed the judges, they accepted and hence i fell in love with the idea of movie making.

So here presenting to you Kartavya, the first production under the Indian Magik banner ( yes guys i have named it Indian Magik) I received a lot of queries as to why Indian Magik. This name was the turnaround in my MBA career, it was from here that i noticed the change that France had brought in me. The confidence, the zeal, the passion to win. So guys till the luck of Indian Magik walks with me, the name's Magik, Indian Magik

So now coming to the movie, Kartavya. I was discussing one night with Priya about the movie making contest at MICA. It was then that the concept of Kartavya came up. A lot of plans came up, a lot of plans were rejected, one almost finalised ( on single parenthood) but rejected due to lack of child actors. It was after a lot of brainstorming that we came to the idea of the Vidharba farmer suicides.

Quoting from the movie " Vidharbha always remained a grim statistic with one suicide every 8 hrs. Most of these victimes between the age of 20 and 45, their most productive years. But have we ever thought what happens to the families of these deceased farmers" So we came about the idea of showing the aftermath of these suicides, hence prostitution.

With 2 days to the deadline we finalised the idea. Next morning got together a team of juniors to play the various roles and by evening we were set to shoot. With wonderful performances by Vidhi and Sanjesh the 1st day turned out to be real satisfying.

The next day the dead body scene and the landlords scenes were shot with lights fading fast. In the end the landlord scene had to be shot in the night itself.

Both the days the greatest difficulty we had was getting our actors to find time from their classes. I was running out of time with the deadline closing in and my actors had classes till 3.30 daily. so after their classes explain the scene, get them dressed and shoot before the sun set at 6.00 Once all this was done it took me almost whole nights sitting up and doing the editing work.

But it was real fun working with these guys. Esp the scenes which one can see in the making video. In one the dead body starts laughing as the scene is being shot. Another scene where the wife goes to the landlord had at least 15 retakes because someone or the other (including me) started laughing midway.

A really special thank you to all the actors, Vidhi, Sanjesh, Hitansh, Ridhima, Swati, Utkarsh, Andy, Anu. Sahil, Rohit and last but not the least Priya. Guys without u Kartavya would never and i mean never possible. Love u all

Yesterday Kartavya got knocked of at the contest in MICA.It hurt at first but then i realised what all this movie had given to me. Great friends, great appreciation, great learning, great recognition, another love.... what else could i ask for. My colleagues here at IMT appreciated my effort, thats enough of a victory. No MICA can take that away from me

You can see kartavya on the link below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92It2g430Gk

Diwali Dream

Sorry for posting this up too late... Had written it on the night of Diwali but could not post it, so now its here for u

I am back home in sirsa for diwali. I have never been too much into religion and customs but just wanted to share a wonderful sight that I just saw from my terrace. Its 10pm and I had just gone up to see the sight from the terrace.

My home is near Sikanderpur village, 8km from Sirsa city and the interim space is full of green fields. As I stood there I could see the top of the village temple brightly lit up for the festival season. All around the houses were well decorated and the darkness of the night would occasionally be disturbed by the light of a rocket lit by some village kid. Bombs and other crackers blew of all around.

Then I looked towards the western sky, in the direction of Sirsa. The huge 8 km expanse separating me from the city was dark but as u looked towards the horizon I saw a sight which any city person would never see. It seemed like I had been given an outside view of a city during diwali. Every second a streak of light would come up into the sky and burst into a wonderful ball of sparkles. Once a red, then silver, then golden, then green. It was just outstanding. It seemed a completely different world all together full of light and glamour.

So lets hope that this Diwali brings all this light and glamour into your life. May all of you , with this Diwali, begin a new life of love, hope and success. HAPPY DIWALI !!!

Thank you guys.... 50 posts !!!!

Firstly before i hit on other topics, i have finally touched a long time dream of mine, 50 posts.... This blog has been a really memorable journey for me over the last 6 months. It has given a great opportunity for me to interact with a lot of my friends, share my life fundas with them, share my best memories and share my lows and downs with them as well. So before i go on to other posts i would like to thank you all for ur constant feedback and encouragement for helping me reach this milestone....
Your feedback and suggestions are always welcome, be it positive or negative, because its this critical feedback of yours that helps me improve my work. Keep it flowing and i will try my best to give u somewhat readable material....

Love
Sampark

Rawte Days,Mumbai, Part 4: Eating out..Daily

One of the greatest drawbacks of Rawte was the lack of a proper mess. That left us guys with nothing but outside food to hog on... So in this post i just wanna visit all those places in and around Nana Chowk, Chowpatty, Gamdevi and Grant Road where u can eat as much as u can for Rs20/- to have just a bite for Rs150/-

Heroes Restaurant at Nana Chowk was the first place that i had visited. The waiters were such who had come to recognise us by names for every day at least 3-4 orders did reach Rawte. The chinese sucked but the chicken biryani and chicken fried rice was great... Just that Heroes food meant red finger nails because the colour that they used was terrible

The best food that all of us experienced was Crystal at Chowpatty. A shabby looking, dingy place but the food, just as mom makes at home. Rajma chawal, hot rotis, dal fry, aloo jeera. Never felt away from home there. Even though it was so shabby any guy wouldnt mind taking his girlfriend there for a date. The food was that great.

I still remember that shitty looking place just outside the hostel where u would find taxi drivers and watchmen eating. Why? Because it was all you can eat for Rs 20/- Watery dal, thick chapaatis, 2 god knows what sabzis... But as students when u run short of money there was no better option.

On the other side was this south indian outlet (again i seem to have forgotten the name) where i loved to have wada sambhar for breakfast. I still remember Rishabh ordering Onion Uttapa from there almost every day. The owner was rude but when you are the closest and cheapest, you can treat customers that day. After completing MBA will surely go back to teach him some managing skills.

The roadside dosa beside Patel Hostel was also fabulous. The chinese dosa, the pav bhaji dosa, the cheese dosa... They were mouthwatering. People got off Mercedes and BMWs to have dosas there... Miss that really..

Once u crossed Grant Road station we get into this small lane which had a Kerala mess. Loved the chicken pepper and paraathas and the fish and the mutton... And for a wholesome stomach filling meal Rs30-35 was enough. And then the bananas that we bought from the cash counter when we left.. Loved going there with Arjun and Aamer.

Some special days all of us we would take the bus to Mohammad Ali Road to have hardcore non veg. Sheek kababs, Chicken roast, Shawarma followed by the wonderful Rs5 watermelon drink we had. Even though we knew how unhygienic it was, who cared, till u enjoying.

Burgers and Pizzas no better place than MamaMias. I never had enough money to buy the Rs 100 better burger.Always managed with a Rs65-70 one. the best thing i loved about these burgers was the fries that we got along. Sadly i always ran short of sauce. Always told him send more sachets but that idiot never and i mean never even listened...

Another place that i miss terribly is the Gamdevi Farsan Mart and Azad Tea house. The farsan wala, Mukesh Bhai was such a gem. Every morning he would open the shop by 4 30 and we used to get out to have garam garam vada pav early in the morning. By 5.30 we would be ready to hog on tasty jalebis... By 8 o clock the first lot of cutlets would come out and time for some cutlet pav.. Rishabhs favourite, patti samosa, it was the one which had a vegetable filling instead of potatoes.... mouth watering..This accompanied by chai from Azad Tea House was the perfect way to start your morning..

Hey i forgot one more place, Guru Bar. Sorry guys i dont drink but loved the egg bhurji that they prepared here. This place also has wonderful memories because its here that we saw Yuvraj hit his six 6s and India and Dhoni lift the T20 world cup trophy. Since this particular channel wasnt available at Rawte, all of us used to go to Guru and sit with a cold drink for 3 hours till the match got over. The owner got so irritated that he threatened to throw us out and that also half way through the final. Lots of convincing and coaxing helped us see Dhoni lift the trophy and Joginder Sharma bowling that fantastic last over.....

In the middle days we also used to run off to the Wilson College mess to have our dinners. The attendants there were always troubled by the residents there so they welcomed us who, not being residents, always treated them with respect. Some of us found the food bad but some like me who had seen worse places was like, at least its eateable

There were 100s of other places that i might have left out but guys these were the main amongst them. These were my struggling days where none of us knew where the next meal was coming from (read ordered from). so much so that today my stomach is immune to all sort of shitty food and rubbish that i can eat from anywhere and eat anything as such.....

Rawte Days,Mumbai, Part 3: The Pune escapades

Mumbai had never been a place which i loved very much baring a few things here and there... so every few months that frustration and homesickness did follow me.. and that times i remembered my extended family, my school friends in Pune...

So everytime i felt i needed to escape the grinds of Mumbai, catch a Volvo and off to Pune... To meet Riya, Shreya, Antara, Rahul, Jaggu and Mayur.. To people who dont know this but i had got my admission in Symbiosis but due to a well thought of decision i decided to stay in Mumbai completing my graduation from HR college...

Since i never managed to find a very great group in Mumbai, i would look forward to these trips. The blast that i use to have during those times used to be fantastic... Those bike trips, those dinners on the highway, the all night talks just loved it...

Today will share a few of my memories all the way from Pune...

This particular trip was highly emotional for me because of its unexpected ending... but lets start from the beginning...
It was 28th February, 07... I had just finished my BCom 2nd yr exams and my Diploma exams were on the 10th and 11th of March... Another very close friend and my chaddi buddy, sandeep was in Pune those days so my friends called me saying, why dont u come over, the whole group again and then we could celebrate Holi together on the 4th.. So 1st evening i zoomed away to Pune... One of the best memories of this trip was all of us going to the dhaba on the highway. i dont remember the name, maybe one of them could make me recollect.. But it was after 2 years that all of us, had such a gala time.. we hogged on chicken like we had been hungry for ages... 8 of us on 4 bikes on the highway....man it was fun... then after that we rode through the streets of Pune late in the night enjoying the desertness and we being the rulers... We also managed to ride through the haunted street, Pashaan, i think they called it

I am not sure but i think it was this very trip that we very roaming around one day in one of the many haunted places in Pune when suddenly we turned a corner and saw this mysterious female sitting in the middle of the street. She had a dirty dog sitting by her and as we crossed her i managed to stare at the plate she was holding in her hand.. it contained all sorts of strange things that i didnt recognise and as we went ahead i did take the courage to look back and saw her staring at us, a bad stare i would say. We zoomed away from there, not brave enough to check upon her...

It was the next day when we had dinner in one the city restaurants and the guys were supposed to visit Singhad Fort that night but somehow the girls convinced us that it wasnt safe...It was the night of 3rd march 2007. Thank god we didnt go that day because if we had i would have never made it to the airport by 2 am.. Ya i had to run back, a phone call at 10.30pm almost shook my world.... Dad had passed away.... this was the only glitch that Pune had in the 3 yrs that i frequented it but with time i accepted this as well...

On my next trip we did manage to go to Singhad Fort. This was one of the most beautiful places i have seen. We left home at 3am for the hour long drive. The winding roads, the jungles all around, the scary darkness all built the atmosphere up. What i witnessed up there was the most beautiful dawn i had seen. With my camera loaded i did what i love most, click. By 8 am we were back, tired enough to sleep through the day.

Pune also shares loads of other memories. Those bike rides up the NDA road to sit on the parapet and watch cars racing past on the highway below. The cold coffee at Durga Coffee House was the best i have had till date and that also at a paltry price of Rs10.

I still remember the day when Mayur was coming back from Patna to Mumbai and then he was supposed to take a bus to Pune.. The flight landed at 10pm. I was waiting outside to take him to the bus stop. On our way there God knows what got into us that both of us boarded the bus. The 11pm bus to Pune just for the fun of it. We reached Pune at 3.30am. After ensuring Mayur had reached safely, i caught the 6am bus back to Mumbai... By 10am i was back in town.

Pune's greatest memories go back to before my graduation, much before Rawte days came into picture. That was, June 2005 when all of us had landed seeking admissions. The 3 weeks that we spent there filling forms, having fun, checking out girls.... That was just great... The places we ate at on JM Road, FC Road.

All those wonderful memories from BMCC to MMCC to Garware to Hanuman Nagar to Apte Road to Sambhaji Park to Kothrud to...... Miss those days guys....Thanx for the memories....

Rawte days,Mumbai, Part 2: Waves of the ocean

Once long ago i had read a book by Robin Sharma "Who will cry when u die". One of the chapters that really loved about that book was "Find your place of peace", somewhere where you are just yourself, without any stress of the outside world or any such tension....
Luckily i have managed finding it everywhere i have gone after that. For IMT its those moments when i can stand near the AEC and gaze at the stars, be it Place Wilson in France where i spent long hours writing some of my best blogs.... So when we go back to Mumbai it also had such a place..

IMT had the sky, France had land so with this trend Mumbai had its sea, The Arabian Sea...
i still remember those times when i used to feel low i used to walk to Chowpatty, half a kilometre away from Rawte and just sit there on the sand... During my CAT preparation days i used to sit back in college till late in the night. My college used to be at one end of the Marine Drive and Rawte at the other. So everynight used to walk back on the parapet of Marine Drive enjoying the sights and sounds of the sea. The third and final place where i loved spending time with the sea was Amarsons Park. Evening when i was free i used to walk to this place around a kilometre and half away. In addition to the breeze and the sound of the waves, one would get to hear the rustling of the leaves of the palm trees on the edge... Used to be a wonderful feeling...

In any of these places i would just sit there, feel the breeze on ur face and the sound of the waves to and fro non stop... There in the distance you could see a light or two of the ships anchored in the deep seas.. I loved these moments because the time that i sat there one disappeared into a world of trance... away from the rigors of life.... Something like Marine Drive, even though a 1000 cars sped past you, i would never even hear them once i got lost in those waves..

I had a grand time observing waves and how they work... The sea gulls who would swoop down on the surface and catch their prey, the crabs who would scamper about looking for their means of survival... A 100 thoughts, away from your life, would take ur breath and mind away...

Still remember the beauty of those days when the full moon used to be above the water and the surface use to shimmer like silver... a scene straight out of paintings and pictures and at times in the darkness and this shimmering, a late evening fisherman used to cross trying his hand at a last minute catch....

Those walks on Marine Drive would be great, plug ur ear phones in and go along singing away to "Yeh hai Mumbai meri Jaan..." The sea had a completely different look during those monsoon days when we used to go to chowpatty and marine drive just to get drenched in the downpour... and when the waves used to hit the parapet and splash up...those were divine moments....

If i do miss something about my Mumbai days its the sea and the moments i spent by it... be it Chowpatty or Marine Drive or Amarson's Park... It was just fabulous.... Just hope i could carry some of it to everywhere i go but sadly... It had to be left behind.... Someday......

Why are guys the way they are ???

Hey everyone,
Girls always ask why are guys so, why are they so immature and childish. Why is it that in reality they are so practical and stuff and when it comes to maintaining a relationship and a girlfriend do they become so impractical and childish...

The answer lies in one scene of the movie HUM TUM. There you see Abhishek Bachchan explaining this very same funda to Saif Ali Khan. He tells him that even though physically girls may not be as strong as men but emotionally (pointing to his heart) they are much stronger than us. He continues by saying that men may look very strong from outside but inside all of them is a kid who fears to grow up.

Ya guys and gals its true, we know the moment when we grow up we are expected to take responsibility and expected to be strong to face the hardships for life but internally we want to continue living that tension free life, where we are ones cared for.

Thats why when we come across someone who loves us, this childish side of us jumps to the situation of showing itself. Thats why, girls, at times you find your boyfriends childish, immature and impractical. They care for you all the time, at times they want to be cared for. They pamper you all the time, at times they want to be pampered.

And at these moments, the girlfriends lose their cool. "You werent so earlier, whats happened to you now." "I dont expect my boyfriend to be such a kiddo" Its just that guys get tired of putting that macho mask on themselves and they feel they can reveal their true selves to you. So next time you face something like this, remember my post, and just that stroke of your hand on their head or that sweet word or two would make their day. Its nothing more that we demand...

Rawte days,Mumbai, Part 1: 1st Impression

Hey guys, this is gonna be my first post on a period of life which i didnt enjoy professionally but ya personally have had great number of experiences. And i feel its gonna be damn long so i am gonna divide it into parts. So presenting to you

Rawte days,Mumbai, 2006-08 Part 1

January, 2007
i used to stay with my brother in Goregaon and travelling to Churchgate daily used to be a pain the a**. So half a year of my stay into Mumbai i started looking for hostels and PGs. Thats when, through a college friend, Rishabh i got to this place somewhere in the lanes of Gamdevi. A huge house owned by Mr Rawte so the name Rawte PG/ Hostel so 17th january 2007 started Rawte Days...

A place haunted by dangerous looking creatures, one would actually feel that there is something wrong with the place. You enter the gate and first person you meet is none other than... Subhash... you want me to describe it...Dont worry i will make you picturise it...

SUBHASH: 4ft 11inches tall with a huge ponch comes walking towards you as if a dead body is walking. Not even God would remember when he last had a bath. Filthy, dirty, disgusting you could smell him approaching from miles away. His hair is short but stiff due to not being washed ever, and i mean ever. He walked slowly and with that stare that if a ghost saw him in the dark even he would run away. Wait till you hear him speak. He had this hushed and grizzly sound, something like when you whisper but a little louder and all he included in his statements were "M*****C*** and B****C***" His clothes would not be changed for days, leave alone a bath.

Now one would ask, why such a gatekeeper... Do you think that with him at the gates, anyone dare enter. Even we use to dread entering, leave alone somebody else. He was an actual speciman.


Now moving on to the next speciman... Ya, dont worry Subhash was not the only one. There was more to come and you will surely say after reading both these," Sampark, where the hell did u stay." So presenting to you, the washerman, all the way from Nepal, Gopal.

GOPAL: 5.11 tall, slim but great muscles was our washerman. But then you would says whats great about him. He was blind by one eye. So this eye was silver in colour. So as he would walk in this eye, combined by the wicked grin that he carried along with him could scare the shit out of anyone new. I still remember Arjun's (hostelmate, great friend, would be introduced later) statement of when he first saw Gopal. He claimed he was damn scared.
And mix it with the days he was drunk. You mess with him and he would even get a 3inch broad stick to attack you (it did happen). So the better you maintain your relationship with him, the safer and the faster your clothes got washed.

So with the great welcome you get at Rawte with Subhash and Gopal, one thing is for damn sure, this place is not for the weal hearted..

So with this the Part1 comes to an end. In further Parts we would read about our eating joints, our hangout places, the friends, the specimans, the events and experiences etc... Keep waiting and keep reading....

Dijon, France.... The dream is still on..

Its been 4 months since i have got back but it seems like mentally i am still there, where it all began... 1000s of away in a small town in central France, Dijon...

It seems like its been ages, somewhere in my last lifetime....or more so like a dream... or more so like its just my imagination but then i see my screensaver on my laptop and i know it was true....
It feels that those 4 months never existed but those months were the turning point of my life...

Just an hour back i was sitting with friends downstairs and what was i talking about, France... Eshan, Mayank, Sunil or Ashok whomever i catch up with what do i talk about... France... Someday people here at IMT may get mad at me for talking only and only about one thing in life... Please guys never mistake it as arrogance or so...its just that i havent been able to cut away from those 4 months...
Met my international relations professor that day and he commented on me, " Sampark still hasnt come out of that mode." Yes guys i havent.... i still live those moments over and over again, every minute.

Some of you may ask me....Sampark why are u so mad over this whole thing... I have only one answer to you.... Kuch kuch hota hai, tum nahi samjhoge (its something, you will never understand)

In another few days, 2 french students are coming to campus... and in another few days my junior batch will know whose gonna go to the experience the world. Today given an opportunity i would pay double the amount, i am ready to put my placements at stake, i would do anything... Just if someone could get those days back for me...

As far as juniors who are going.... Just one thing will sum it up for you,

"GO.... LIVE A LIFETIME"

Sunrise..... Beautiful

I have 2 exams today (strategic management and services marketing) and I am not a least bit prepared.... And thats y i am up at 6am....
I woke up tensed knowing very well that passing today is gonna be a great task.... Somehow i struggle out of bed and switch on the laptop.... and i walk out of my room to the balcony outside and bang into an unexpected early riser....Sun

It was undoubtedly the most beautiful sunrise that i have ever seen... And thats why here i am writing about it within 2 min of seeing it.... Much more beautiful than the ones that i have spoken about in a previous post.... The perfect colours, the perfect blend, the perfect stance of the ever majestic sun.....there is a pic which i have taken but it could never capture the calmness and serenity i witnessed....

A wonderful beginning to what seemed to be going to be an horrid day but now seeing the beauty of God the first thing in the morning i know its not gonna be so bad.... So with that positivity that i just gained i better run back to my books or else a disaster awaits.... Wish me luck guys