5 nights.... 4 parties.... IMT is finally coming to an end and as we near the end of our college tenure life becomes hectic... Farewells, Placement bashes, Final meeting....
And today as i stood on that terrace amidst the loud music and flowing booze it finally struck me... Its all gonna be over... It had not hit me till that moment... I was standing there... 30 bottles of whisky, vodka, rum and whatnot were already over.... 70litres of cola had gone down the drain... with all ur batchmates in cloud9 and dancing away... u felt them enjoying themselves... but on every dancing face, in every passing moment the vibes said it all... all of them were feeling the pinch of the nearing deadline...
2 years flashed across my mind... with every person i saw i could recollect 1000s of memories i have had with them in these 2 years... and when a person is drunk he does tell u things from the heart.. friends who over time had become acquaintances, in that drunken state do let u know that you still mean a lot to them... the circle of people dancing away with hands on each others shoulders all in a way trying to tell each other that these friendships will continue.. much beyond these 27 acres... Those moments you spent with these very guys- in class, outside class... all enough to last a lifetime... those group meetings, those assignment copying, the joke cracking in class on the expense of teachers...
Soon these days will be over and all of us will go our ways... Some will do well, some may not do as well but all i wish is that every person gets the happiness that he desires.. No matter what level of relationship i shared with them here, good or bad, i just hope, wish and pray, that they remain happy, be satisfied, fulfil their dreams, keep their loved ones happy...
I will miss you all....I will miss IMT... I will miss my college days...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
24 Days in Heaven... Part 2
Around a year back, way back in April 09 i had written a post with the same name. That was 24 days before i left another heaven, France. Today i am the verge of leaving another one, my very own IMT.
24 days.. I will be an MBA.. My life here at this campus would be over, my college life would be over.. Forever.. Its been 2 yrs since i walked in here, i still remember the 1st day i walked in.. like a new born just arriving.. those searching eyes.. those scared expressions.. unaware of what was in store.. Today i am almost through.. In these 2 years a new Sampark was born.. A Sampark much more mature than the one who walked in.. Much more grown up than the one who left Mumbai.. A Sampark ready to face the world and fight the universe on the otherside of the gate..
All that will be left behind will be memories, memories of 2 fantastic years.. From the 7 days record to the hard lessons i learnt. To the luck that took me half way around the world and the 4 fantastic months i spent there. The fantastic friends i found there and the change it brought in me. Then it was about flying back to do my SIP here. The AEC nights that we spent with the AC at full blast. The running back from office to play a game of cricket. Coming to 2nd year was an all new world. From the great planning and execution of Indian Magik to winning Adage with Sumeet and Priya. With Adage i entered an all new world of Film Making. Then came Kartavya and the much more improved We Can.. We Can winning at IMT Ghaziabad was another high point.
I would carry with me a lot of fun and happiness. From playing cricket in the corridors to learning tennis in the last few days. Lying down on the AEC terrace and the Tiered room terrace staring at the stars almost every 2nd day. Running off to the canteen at 3am for an early morning cup of tea. Late night walks with friends, discussing absolutely nothing meaningful at all. Going on snoozing the alarm till you were almost late for class. All city parties would end with a trip to the lake in pitch darkness. Though it was not allowed i did manage 10-15 trips there. The beauty, the wind, the experience was worth risking for.
No mention of IMT can be complete without mentioning the Co-op. The place which taught me more than any book or professor. The lessons of retail, the lessons of dealing with distributors and agents, the lessons of consumer behavior.
Finally can make a mention of my classroom study... The grand economics lecture of Prof Dutta.. The OB of Dr S Mohanty.. The IMC of Prof Gaud.. CGVE of Prof Kulkarni... BAVFS of Vishwanath... Man i didnt get a word of what they taught... My saving grace.. My SMSs, the golf game on my Sony Ericsson, the novels from the library and the best of the best, my sleep..
It will be really difficult mentioning the many profs who shaped these 2 years but the one person whom i would credit a lot of things would be Prof Mazumdar.. Love u Sir.. Thanx for everything..
As these 24 days reach there end, only God knows whats in store.. Who goes where, who does what, none of us know. It will be a completely different world, where each one will start their fight to create a world of their own.. Bachche kachche, raashan pani, kal hogi yehi kahaani... The only thing that will remain are memories, memories of the IMT that made Sampark into THE SAMPARK !!!
24 days.. I will be an MBA.. My life here at this campus would be over, my college life would be over.. Forever.. Its been 2 yrs since i walked in here, i still remember the 1st day i walked in.. like a new born just arriving.. those searching eyes.. those scared expressions.. unaware of what was in store.. Today i am almost through.. In these 2 years a new Sampark was born.. A Sampark much more mature than the one who walked in.. Much more grown up than the one who left Mumbai.. A Sampark ready to face the world and fight the universe on the otherside of the gate..
All that will be left behind will be memories, memories of 2 fantastic years.. From the 7 days record to the hard lessons i learnt. To the luck that took me half way around the world and the 4 fantastic months i spent there. The fantastic friends i found there and the change it brought in me. Then it was about flying back to do my SIP here. The AEC nights that we spent with the AC at full blast. The running back from office to play a game of cricket. Coming to 2nd year was an all new world. From the great planning and execution of Indian Magik to winning Adage with Sumeet and Priya. With Adage i entered an all new world of Film Making. Then came Kartavya and the much more improved We Can.. We Can winning at IMT Ghaziabad was another high point.
I would carry with me a lot of fun and happiness. From playing cricket in the corridors to learning tennis in the last few days. Lying down on the AEC terrace and the Tiered room terrace staring at the stars almost every 2nd day. Running off to the canteen at 3am for an early morning cup of tea. Late night walks with friends, discussing absolutely nothing meaningful at all. Going on snoozing the alarm till you were almost late for class. All city parties would end with a trip to the lake in pitch darkness. Though it was not allowed i did manage 10-15 trips there. The beauty, the wind, the experience was worth risking for.
No mention of IMT can be complete without mentioning the Co-op. The place which taught me more than any book or professor. The lessons of retail, the lessons of dealing with distributors and agents, the lessons of consumer behavior.
Finally can make a mention of my classroom study... The grand economics lecture of Prof Dutta.. The OB of Dr S Mohanty.. The IMC of Prof Gaud.. CGVE of Prof Kulkarni... BAVFS of Vishwanath... Man i didnt get a word of what they taught... My saving grace.. My SMSs, the golf game on my Sony Ericsson, the novels from the library and the best of the best, my sleep..
It will be really difficult mentioning the many profs who shaped these 2 years but the one person whom i would credit a lot of things would be Prof Mazumdar.. Love u Sir.. Thanx for everything..
As these 24 days reach there end, only God knows whats in store.. Who goes where, who does what, none of us know. It will be a completely different world, where each one will start their fight to create a world of their own.. Bachche kachche, raashan pani, kal hogi yehi kahaani... The only thing that will remain are memories, memories of the IMT that made Sampark into THE SAMPARK !!!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
IMT DJ Party
Its 3.30am and the Dj Party downstairs is getting into full swing.... And what a sight it is from the 2nd floor balcony... U dont need to be on the dance floor to enjoy... Just stand here for 5 minutes and you will have a fabulous time...
There on the dance floor you see all types of people. U see the couples cosing to songs like "chalo ishq ladai" U can see the chemistry in the dance, the so called IMTian love that they share. Its the few chances they get to dance like Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol, happily enjoying the moment.
You see the single guys, mostly drunk to the brim, giving vent to the dancer within them. They are the most enjoyable lot. They dance without the least amount of apprehension and you do get a glimpse of the kid who used to dance to songs on TV when they were 3 yrs old. Its at this moment that all the brotherly love comes out, do not mix with the gay love. You see couples in them too, the brothers hugging each other, loving life just for its existance and the for the existance of Alcohol.
Next we meet, the single girls.. All dressed up, covered in layers of make up. They wear those Jhintak type of clothes, tight tops, all ready to woo the men on the go. The dance moves, as seductive as Kareena Kapoor in Don. Man you feel you dont need to go anywhere else. But the fact is that these girls are not the good looking ones. The good looking ones are generally already taken so :( If these very same moves were made by the taken ones, there would have been 100's of IMTians drooling over them but the ones that are there also get their fair share of attention.
A very interesting group of people are the WannaBe's. They are generally the seedha saadha bachchas who have never done such types of things or attended such parties. So here we have them desperately trying to be a part of GANG. You see them in leather jackets and stuff making full effort to be in. And the fact is neither can they dance well. So its our favourite Bollywood dance that enters and its real fun to see these dances to English numbers...
The song collection and the steps also attract great attention. Some old evergreen numbers bring back long forgotten steps... All the way from the Govinda special "What is ur mobile number" to "Who let the dogs out". The one playing right now is "Who the F*** is Alice" And how in the world can an IMT Party end without the college favourites "Yaaron and College days and Summer of 69. And the characteristic last 2 songs of every DJ party... Sutta and G*** mein Danda.
Even though i prefer staying miles off the dance floor but these parties are a very enjoyable experience for me too. I enjoy sitting and observing the dancers a lot. If you ever get a chance, step out and have the look... the moves, the expressions,the feelings...all are just a wonderful change from the daily routine... So go ahead and enjoy...
There on the dance floor you see all types of people. U see the couples cosing to songs like "chalo ishq ladai" U can see the chemistry in the dance, the so called IMTian love that they share. Its the few chances they get to dance like Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol, happily enjoying the moment.
You see the single guys, mostly drunk to the brim, giving vent to the dancer within them. They are the most enjoyable lot. They dance without the least amount of apprehension and you do get a glimpse of the kid who used to dance to songs on TV when they were 3 yrs old. Its at this moment that all the brotherly love comes out, do not mix with the gay love. You see couples in them too, the brothers hugging each other, loving life just for its existance and the for the existance of Alcohol.
Next we meet, the single girls.. All dressed up, covered in layers of make up. They wear those Jhintak type of clothes, tight tops, all ready to woo the men on the go. The dance moves, as seductive as Kareena Kapoor in Don. Man you feel you dont need to go anywhere else. But the fact is that these girls are not the good looking ones. The good looking ones are generally already taken so :( If these very same moves were made by the taken ones, there would have been 100's of IMTians drooling over them but the ones that are there also get their fair share of attention.
A very interesting group of people are the WannaBe's. They are generally the seedha saadha bachchas who have never done such types of things or attended such parties. So here we have them desperately trying to be a part of GANG. You see them in leather jackets and stuff making full effort to be in. And the fact is neither can they dance well. So its our favourite Bollywood dance that enters and its real fun to see these dances to English numbers...
The song collection and the steps also attract great attention. Some old evergreen numbers bring back long forgotten steps... All the way from the Govinda special "What is ur mobile number" to "Who let the dogs out". The one playing right now is "Who the F*** is Alice" And how in the world can an IMT Party end without the college favourites "Yaaron and College days and Summer of 69. And the characteristic last 2 songs of every DJ party... Sutta and G*** mein Danda.
Even though i prefer staying miles off the dance floor but these parties are a very enjoyable experience for me too. I enjoy sitting and observing the dancers a lot. If you ever get a chance, step out and have the look... the moves, the expressions,the feelings...all are just a wonderful change from the daily routine... So go ahead and enjoy...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The Story of India.
This morning was having a discussion with my closest friend on the various tribes and communities we have in India and around. And i did realise my history was actually week. So with the work pressure less these days, i decided to use my day today researching on India, My India.
I hit upon a wonderful documentary on youtube, aired on BBC it was called THE STORY OF INDIA. India, the land of the golden bird, has been there for 10s of 1000s of years. It all started from the migrations of the first people on the earth, from modern day Africa to the coasts of South India, modern day state of Kerela. This was around 10000yrs ago, much before the existence of the other tribes worldwide and much much before the Pyramids of Egypt.
Around 5000yrs ago, the Indus Civilisation was the Manhatten of that age. With Harappa and Mohenjadaro, the 2 major cities of that time, it was a land of traders and great progress. They were much ahead of their times. The death of this civilisation can be accounted to climate and environment change.
The next phase, the phase of language and literature, came with the advent of the Aryans, on the banks of the river Ganges. The language Sanskrit evolved and kingdoms sprung up. Researches have shown a great similarity between the Sansrkit, Greek and Latin languages. Further research revealed the origin of Aryans to somewhere near Turkey from where people moved, some towards Europe and some towards India. This was around 1500Bc. This was the time of the longest poem in the world, The Mahabharata. The tale of the Pandavas and Kauravas also gives us the solution to every problem in the world, The Bhagwad Gita.
This was the phase, according to history, where we end the myths and where we start modern, factual history. Over the next 3000 years, people from all over the world came to India, the mughals, the turks, the portuguese, the french, the english. India cast its spell on all and went on to absorb and adjust with all. But the greatest thing of it all was that it retained its identity, India and its culture.
With the huge number of attacks and wars, the golden bird of yesteryear lost its place but we are back, back with a vengeance. The times of the West are over, India is back, to capture its long lost glory. From being the first superpower to being the next superpower. The Golden Bird is flying again !!!
I hit upon a wonderful documentary on youtube, aired on BBC it was called THE STORY OF INDIA. India, the land of the golden bird, has been there for 10s of 1000s of years. It all started from the migrations of the first people on the earth, from modern day Africa to the coasts of South India, modern day state of Kerela. This was around 10000yrs ago, much before the existence of the other tribes worldwide and much much before the Pyramids of Egypt.
Around 5000yrs ago, the Indus Civilisation was the Manhatten of that age. With Harappa and Mohenjadaro, the 2 major cities of that time, it was a land of traders and great progress. They were much ahead of their times. The death of this civilisation can be accounted to climate and environment change.
The next phase, the phase of language and literature, came with the advent of the Aryans, on the banks of the river Ganges. The language Sanskrit evolved and kingdoms sprung up. Researches have shown a great similarity between the Sansrkit, Greek and Latin languages. Further research revealed the origin of Aryans to somewhere near Turkey from where people moved, some towards Europe and some towards India. This was around 1500Bc. This was the time of the longest poem in the world, The Mahabharata. The tale of the Pandavas and Kauravas also gives us the solution to every problem in the world, The Bhagwad Gita.
This was the phase, according to history, where we end the myths and where we start modern, factual history. Over the next 3000 years, people from all over the world came to India, the mughals, the turks, the portuguese, the french, the english. India cast its spell on all and went on to absorb and adjust with all. But the greatest thing of it all was that it retained its identity, India and its culture.
With the huge number of attacks and wars, the golden bird of yesteryear lost its place but we are back, back with a vengeance. The times of the West are over, India is back, to capture its long lost glory. From being the first superpower to being the next superpower. The Golden Bird is flying again !!!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Tales from 200m in the air
There i stood at the edge of the cliff peeping in, desperately trying to see its bottom. I tried moving a little closer and seeing again but it was nowhere in sight. It was never ending. I looked up at my guide and waited for the worst." You are supposed to cross this". Cross this !!! At a height of 200m !!! Through the gushing force of the waterfall !!!
I put on the safety harness and was attached to the wire across the waterfall and slowly i started the descent along the slippery terrain. There was water gushing down behind me and taking every step slowly towards the edge. The closer i got to the water the colder the air became. And once at the edge I pushed hard against the edge with my shoes and Go.... I was in mid air, hanging on to a single rope for dear life and soon i was drenched with the gushing flow of the waterfall. The chilliness of the water disappeared somewhere in the excitement of being there. You felt free, no tension, no worries, just pure fun.. Living the moment, every moment. And before i could even register the whole experience, i was on the other end.
This end was a solitary rock in the middle of nowhere. Anyone stranded here can either go down 100m down to the bottom of the gorge or the only other way is to climb out another 100m. I had no option but to choose the latter. This was the difficult part of the adventure. With clothes all drenched and shoes also wet it was going to be a tough task to climb the flat surface of the hill. But that was my only way to live another day. I started my climb, attached onto the harness. One foothold at a time, one rock at a time. There came times when u were like where the hell do i hold onto, at times u felt ur foot not stable, at others you felt it was slipping. On one such step I pushed my leg too high and at that very moment i pulled my hamstring. Shrieking in pain i pulled my weight up and then took a rest of half a minute till the pain subsided. I could not turn back, neither could i give it up. The mission was still only half way through. At a few steps u noticed cracks in the stones you were about to put your weight on. So cautiously testing every rock the climb continued.
I looked up, i could see the two operaters standing at the top waiting for me to make it. With the finish line in sight, the last sprint to the top landed me on solid ground. With the first step up i threw of my harness and was down on the floor catching back on my breath, and thanking god to be safely out of this.
In those 15-20 min when you are in the middle of nowhere, one realises the importance of life. As i climbed up, i could sense that if something went wrong here, i would have too many dreams unfulfilled. My thoughts raced to the 2 most important people in my life and i knew i had to move out of it for them. They were out there, waiting for me, i had to..
Life indeed is unpredictable, so do whatever you wish today itself. So that even if tomorrow you meet death on the way, at least you wont have regrets.
On your deathbed, you dont regret what you did, you regret what you didnt do. So go on guys, do all those things you always wanted to. Go tell that one person how much u love him or her. Go tell your parents how much you love them. Go tell your friends how much they mean to you. Go do all those crazy things you always wished to do but put of for another day. Go live a lifetime....
I put on the safety harness and was attached to the wire across the waterfall and slowly i started the descent along the slippery terrain. There was water gushing down behind me and taking every step slowly towards the edge. The closer i got to the water the colder the air became. And once at the edge I pushed hard against the edge with my shoes and Go.... I was in mid air, hanging on to a single rope for dear life and soon i was drenched with the gushing flow of the waterfall. The chilliness of the water disappeared somewhere in the excitement of being there. You felt free, no tension, no worries, just pure fun.. Living the moment, every moment. And before i could even register the whole experience, i was on the other end.
This end was a solitary rock in the middle of nowhere. Anyone stranded here can either go down 100m down to the bottom of the gorge or the only other way is to climb out another 100m. I had no option but to choose the latter. This was the difficult part of the adventure. With clothes all drenched and shoes also wet it was going to be a tough task to climb the flat surface of the hill. But that was my only way to live another day. I started my climb, attached onto the harness. One foothold at a time, one rock at a time. There came times when u were like where the hell do i hold onto, at times u felt ur foot not stable, at others you felt it was slipping. On one such step I pushed my leg too high and at that very moment i pulled my hamstring. Shrieking in pain i pulled my weight up and then took a rest of half a minute till the pain subsided. I could not turn back, neither could i give it up. The mission was still only half way through. At a few steps u noticed cracks in the stones you were about to put your weight on. So cautiously testing every rock the climb continued.
I looked up, i could see the two operaters standing at the top waiting for me to make it. With the finish line in sight, the last sprint to the top landed me on solid ground. With the first step up i threw of my harness and was down on the floor catching back on my breath, and thanking god to be safely out of this.
In those 15-20 min when you are in the middle of nowhere, one realises the importance of life. As i climbed up, i could sense that if something went wrong here, i would have too many dreams unfulfilled. My thoughts raced to the 2 most important people in my life and i knew i had to move out of it for them. They were out there, waiting for me, i had to..
Life indeed is unpredictable, so do whatever you wish today itself. So that even if tomorrow you meet death on the way, at least you wont have regrets.
On your deathbed, you dont regret what you did, you regret what you didnt do. So go on guys, do all those things you always wanted to. Go tell that one person how much u love him or her. Go tell your parents how much you love them. Go tell your friends how much they mean to you. Go do all those crazy things you always wished to do but put of for another day. Go live a lifetime....
Tales of a Rural Indian Farmer....
As told to me on 07/01/2010 somewhere in the Satpura Hills...
"I am Sukhdev and am from the interiors of Maharshtra from a very small village called Bela. How small u will surely come to know as you get to know me further. I am 70 yrs old and own a small piece of land around 2 kms from the village.
My village has around 70-80 families staying in it so the population will be around 500. We even have a primary school here and that also till the 4th grade. If anyone wants to study further one has to go to the nearby town, 20 kms away. Water is obtained from the borewells but at times its not enough for everyone to use. The government has promised a water tank by next year and if that plan comes about properly then there will be water for everyone. But thats only when the government works. Electricity is there but only few hours a day. We have to go to the district head office and annually pay our rents or else that will also be taken away. There is no proper road to our village. We have petitioned to the government authorities a number of times but no one pays heed to us. Just this small, unpaved roads lead to our homes.
In my 7 decades of existance I have gone only uptill Amravati (a distance of 100kms). You know I have been their twice. Once when my first daughter was born and second, when my mother wanted to visit the religious festival over there. And before i die i wish to visit Nagpur (a distance of 225kms) Someday hopefully I will.
You see this field. Its mine. I generally grow Soyabean, wheat and some basic vegetables. Last year when the monsoon was good i earned Rs5000-6000 ($100-120 annually). Thats my income in a good year. This year i have not even managed that. It should have rained when the Soyabean seed was planted and when it had flowers but the rains failed both the times and I lost my crop. So i am trying to grow barley but i dont think this too will survive. Hopefully God is there. Thanks a million for reading my story. Thats me and my story."
So my readers here u have Sukhdev who is very happy when he earns a family income of 5000 annually and here we are cribbing that we arent getting well paying jobs. Isnt our monthly expenditure sure shot above 5000. And in the same amount he runs a family for a whole year. He has never been beyond 100kms from his village and has never sat in a car. He doesnt even know whats a mobile phone or a laptop or an ipod. Music for him is what he hears on the local radio station. His food is just enough to survive. He doesnt need Pizzas and Burgers and Ice Cream to survive. He doesnt demand Nike shoes and Levis jeans. All he needs is food, clothing and shelter.
This life given by God should be cherished and thanked. We have much much more and still we keep cribbing. Be thankful for whatever you have and be happy because happiness is the essence of life. Happiness and satisfaction that every human desires, knowingly or unknowingly, and people mistake this for power and money. Guys open your eyes and live fully
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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
KEEP READING ..
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!
REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ..
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 …
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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
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
Monday, December 21, 2009
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?
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?
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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..
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
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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 !!!
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 !!!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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 ।
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....
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 !!!!!
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 !!!!!
Monday, November 2, 2009
"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....
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....
Friday, October 30, 2009
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
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 !!!
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