tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57626393107406926262024-02-19T08:16:00.541-08:00Lage Rahochained time & locked imaginations....Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.comBlogger222125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-90697873950150285432011-12-10T12:52:00.000-08:002011-12-10T12:57:34.660-08:00I is WONDERPHOOLOll routes from here must divert to <a href="http://www.stoopeediot.blogspot.com/">http://www.stoopeediot.blogspot.com/</a><br />Rest of the amazing stupidities & Idiocracies will be performed on that page. And we'll also disect & under the stand IIM (Institute of Integral Madness) case studies there only.<br /><br />Moving moving, reaching there quickhlee...... I is Wonderphool :)<br /><br />Cheers to good, bad, whatever times.<br />Let's laugh it out!<br /><br />rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-78989707830371735002011-11-26T10:04:00.000-08:002011-11-26T10:18:16.419-08:00from past to future transitting the present :)It's been exciting & entertaining time with a blend of a lot....<br />Time to move on to new blog space. Will be coming soon with updates. For now, I leave you with the pictures of one of the most exciting parties I had in recent times. Official themed party '70s Disco' :)<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367793554526962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMJRDz7TWUAfczoRpZGF1_Msx7Jdv4IjmECJ2tVxfjyMWmxE1afe0clBIeWLeSdu3D_DdDUVJh8BxdnThMbtCbFrLZmHuAGupyKtLjU4ekShzZBp4HcpU0RGnZolniWWtUEOJuYOZoy0/s400/70s+1.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367811722776194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLssjhwp3REQ8hns8jXqdtiDWOUZnWd2FrY6w8w82MyAd_PiEYZWchn3LQ1CDOOihvekyoDYcI73UDtf6V0J-aVX2TY53OkhVPC9j1j00elbBuWOhIXTWABFlxaQessRFGGcssqKej-Cs/s400/70s.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367810556047058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqyumV917hhX6bgJ2ZCIWxlJqENYB_dyu3GoD0Lg7AOkO-exBOE-iQPO8CEXnTNQwEYzOgIOwR1YDJWgqmIwrcemTqCgWnZ92Blxi9kneknDAqsLnISrAbZ49-1JL1g7-hPwbpXKQ4sI/s400/70s+3.jpg" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679367797658326914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUoo2bXYompqkiPvJAyrV-x2PIwDuvMIIjyFdT1z8dOXp0STRX30rPn5bzR9Rt3QNgMuHj4VlJgR-QQS1x24IwT1OXf_23-I7GuEEji1RbaobpWvbG0TL0DnPwXfBMeN68vYnXbh49jQ/s400/70s+2.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-27025258653680612452011-07-02T14:16:00.000-07:002011-07-02T14:18:15.677-07:0025° 15' 8" North, 55° 16' 48" EastThere's lot happening at 25° 15' 8" North, 55° 16' 48" East! And today it was 'Delhi Belly' & the slurging, shopping like a freak<br /><br />Do I really need to post everything?? :P<br /><br />Good Times<br />Rohit<br />-----------Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-66252519257290873512011-04-26T13:52:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:34:50.280-07:003 months 3 days old<p>Oh wow... It's been 3 mnths & 3 days since I landed on this Arab Land. And the time flew past like zip zap zoom. Touchwood. All these days' have had their own stories to be pondered with joy & at times slight brooding over. The amazing ones go like this:</p><br /><br /><p>* I have a Kiddish, lively & energetic Canadian Female Colleague (CFC) & there have been stupidly funny times i had with her. One was when I called CFC...</p>Me: Hello CFC, where are you?<br /><br /><p></p>CFC: Hi Roeet (thats how i am pronounced by CFC), I am in Loo. Do you want to join in :P.<br />Crazy she is & giggling all the way I disconnected the call. Gosh, what is this :P<br /><br /><p></p><br />* I was in CFC's cabin & few of my internal forces were trying to erupt out of somewhere. I had to find out a way to avoid any unwanted humiliation by this firang lady.. :P. seconds later I cracked a intentional PJ & laughed loudly myself, she joined in, I stomped my foot on the wooden floor of the cabin. The two sounds perfectly merged proving how amazingly talented I can be :P. And I saved myself though she might have detected foreign particles in her cabin's air using her ultra sensitive nose. But than who cared further on.<br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>Beyond the fun things, the challenges have there own stories. But the one I am persuing right now is to dress with atleast some perfection. The day you dress the best you can think of with the options available & suddenly someone calls, politely tells you to be more tidy & attractive. After such incident you are bound to ponder when you had set high standards in the other country. How you smell, you carry & how you dress mattered earlier also but that's the thing which is mattered a lot more here. Formal wear had never been lucrative for me but now the thought that keeping me high is to dress well & dress powerful. And definitely i have added something to my life through that.</p><br /><br /><p>Bingo!! :) Thats the word I am holding on & spreading as my impression :)</p>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-21925282191089470042011-03-20T12:17:00.000-07:002011-03-20T12:40:05.200-07:00...now Libiya<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8abdBJbAeqoHeSK0Fq60URcZHATfdTGIgkUgoGrDfI6nHEhqvTW1eoNe8dMzrBkeVRbmFpDgNSfLODjg9t37D6oasY2XQBx9hSbahyL4lNRcBvGVsZy2Jaa11rylBE0zgAlRtYH4VXmg/s1600/Libiya.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586249150953374098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8abdBJbAeqoHeSK0Fq60URcZHATfdTGIgkUgoGrDfI6nHEhqvTW1eoNe8dMzrBkeVRbmFpDgNSfLODjg9t37D6oasY2XQBx9hSbahyL4lNRcBvGVsZy2Jaa11rylBE0zgAlRtYH4VXmg/s400/Libiya.jpg" /></a><br />Can the so called 'Big Daddy' of the world be a li'l more responsible??<br />Can Americas/frances/Italias go beyond there selfish ulterior motives??<br />Can they please not interfere in others matters??<br />Can there be PEACE??<br />Is it that 'deaths in Japan/New Zealand' were too less & there was need of digging more graves??<br />...<br />Western interference through ammunitions in any country's personal matter is BULLSHIT!!<br /><br />Enough of being 'Big Daddy'...now let's be li'l 'Responsible Papa'.<br />UN is being Unitedly Notorious, you were made to save lives not to destroy humanity..<br /><br />Please, no more testing of ammo on weak.<br />May the world be a peacefull happy-cheery place.<br /><br />..rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-4752755814281728052011-02-28T13:59:00.000-08:002011-02-28T14:07:30.034-08:00The quest continues... DUBAI LANDOn 23rd day of January, 2011, he was ready for a new experience. It can be termed as an expedition which actually in ordinary circumstances is just a new job but in exciting & unfamiliar environment. As usual ‘Air India’ with its elderly staff had its own plans for curbing his excitement. On entering the flight, he greeted them 'Namaste Uncle, Namaste Aunty'. It's OK if people raise eyebrows for being true. For him a 50 year old lady is an aunty....aunty, aunty...<br /><br />Delayed flight equals to paused excitements. Sometimes he wonders about people’s holding on capacity for the incoming excitements. And such wondering happens with shear intensity whenever he compares his dramatic impatience with their amazing patience.<br /><br />Ever since he arrived, he has had nearly no time for thoughts. His brain reaps one kind of creativity when he is alone in familiar but quite conditions. He’s fond of this creativity, but among crowd there’s always a part of him standing tall to the worldly PJs.<br /><br />All these days he’s been spending time, spending time on absorbing unfamiliarity, some time goes on adjusting in the new apartment & remaining is for his dumbass laziness & leisure. Unfamiliarity includes Arabic style, food, attire & the rudeness towards Indians. <br /><br />Adjusting in new apartment meant buying bed, bedding, fridge, Oven, Utensils, clothes, Grocery, and chocolates, cold drinks, drinks, Cheese, fries, juices & everything that is potentially a ‘Calorie Bomb’. Calories Glorify the moments they land on your tongue.<br /><br />Dumbass Laziness & Leisure is standing in the scenic balcony watching cars zip pass, girls’ cat walk on the public ramp called footpath, eating good food, reading whatever and lying on the bed until urgency is forcefully brought in & doing everything that can be termed as ‘Nothing’. It’s fun.<br /><br />Grocery shopping is his new found passion. And he wonders how can an ash tray have more shades of lipstick than the ones stocked at a up market cosmetics brand store??<br /><br />The quest continues...Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-68574566093151652062011-02-04T16:39:00.000-08:002011-02-04T17:24:18.390-08:00For a while stories went undiscussed...now will be heard from the arab land<p>It's been long since I posted. I did not posted I do not know why...though I wanted to flood my blog with posts. There's been lot happening around. From leaving the job, getting farewell, getting atleast some acknowledgements from colleagues to moving off from Mumbai to Delhi. Spending time with family, Desert Safari in Jaisalmer with 3 lovely fellas in my life...mumy, papa & guddu (my sis). And than taking off to Dubai to work for yet another retailer. Retailer in middle east. The culture difference, the wide roads, cars speeding at 140-160 kmph to getting a temporary plush hotel appartment from company. I am in Dubai. And there are few things I have realised here & many more are coming up. One of the prominent things is if the girls in our part of world are called 'patakha' or at times 'the bomb' than the ones here are surely 'Nuclear Bomb' ...LOLZzzzz... jokes apart, Dubai looks like a nice place, atleast till the time summers arrive. The life here is so different that I had been missing creative me for a while but have no intention to live like this any further. I want to start again with atleast normal blog post, lots of magzines, newspapers & the basketball :)</p><br /><p>There are stories, intresting as well as boring ones building up every moment... Like the story of sleeping in bath tub with popcorn & Cola in hand to intentionaly getting lost on Dubai roads which were deadly quiet & deserted. All I could see were arrays of cars which were unseen in my part of the planet. Every few minutes after a chic volkswagon, Bentley or Toyota were rushing from one end of nowhere to other end of somewhere. Finally after walking for around 2 hours I reached a known place, not before asking directions from a huge man riding mini bicylcle.</p><p></p><br /><p>Stories also got created everytime I hired a taxi... nice Toyota Camry's these people have as taxi unlike our antique Ambassodars n Fiats. It was a small thing to notice before I realised that I have been driven by people of different nationalities Pakistan, Bangladesh, Afghanistan etc. etc. Visit to Burj Khalifa was a wonder in itself. Filipino & Canadian superiors at job have been intermittently intresting too.</p><p></p><br /><p>There's lot to come up but not before I adjust settings of my brain to get used to these unfamiliar surroundings & specially the norm of crossing road through Zebras only, which can be fun in itself coz you get to see a line of 8 cars halting, just coz on Zebra on footers have first right to cross.</p><br /><p>So with a can of Diet coke in my hand, I say CHEERS TO DUBAI.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570006861642207794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_US8y8N25miFgKWwrAGJdzDN7s5fp4k5wr0IG2YwFuUIwt4Qs9JnPF12BLTBpyV4s2foRLWchnTj2Rw5hgeyAf6mH0BFHNNy1SqHJkyuUAvAlI_f-GsIca3KJ-ODfufoh9-Tb4pf2kM/s400/IMG_6722.JPG" /> <p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"><em><strong>Above pic is a real time image clicked from Canon 1000D, 18-55 lens</strong></em></span></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"></span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Good Times</span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">Rohit</span></em></strong></p>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-84524373034720384902011-01-23T02:20:00.000-08:002011-01-23T02:52:16.893-08:00Few hours from New Land<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCafxm0gyiE2IUVRwIw1WwQLIsapqAJctqs0vtw9vg9_v4-Z4dxVX_SreQqKcnG35mtZBtYVci6QnVzIxLCP6iRdLl3qF3jM7dH2h6KtPS9yaxeCIRjUc4ljJxwRHkSsLAOZWv67jr5o/s1600/DSC00354.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCafxm0gyiE2IUVRwIw1WwQLIsapqAJctqs0vtw9vg9_v4-Z4dxVX_SreQqKcnG35mtZBtYVci6QnVzIxLCP6iRdLl3qF3jM7dH2h6KtPS9yaxeCIRjUc4ljJxwRHkSsLAOZWv67jr5o/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565329514000814498" /></a><br />December gone... new year started & now even it is getting old...<div>Life's been pacey or may be I have been championing worthless time passing tricks. Have been complete vela since more than a month. In between I had an awesome time with family at Jaisalmer. Desert, most decent people around, soothing weather & cuddled around with parents & sis, it really felt gooood. Ka se nayi naukri, nayi duniya, nayi country... Within few hours it'll be few seas away I can be found. Hum chale...ab maarta hu kalti... tata-bye-bye India....</div><div><br /></div><div>Dear Bloggy will keep you posted, as of now I am eagerly waiting to sip something at Starbucks :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Good Times</div><div>rohit</div><div><br /></div><div>CHEERS!!!</div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-30733648445102176782011-01-04T20:20:00.000-08:002011-01-04T21:09:57.503-08:00Sheela & my Bravery in Winter season<p>Sheela, Sheela ki jawani..... ab kisi aur ki jawani ko leke itna shor kyon nahi machaya. Sheela, Teena, Meena, Geeta, Reeta koi bhi... but this song's got something which makes people to sing it loud or murmur, I really really don't know what's that all about. 7AM is atleast 3 hours before I wake up these days. But at 7 in morning, yesterday, I got upto noises from street facing window. 8 year old kids were playing cricket & loudly singing 'Sheela Ki Jawani'. You are allowed to talk about ageing Indian cricket team with Sachin, Sehwag, Dravid & Laxman in late 30s but I wonder what the hell cricket got to do with 'Sheela ki Jawani'? Wierd Kids instead of singing 'Sachin ka budhapa' sung 'Sheela ki Jawani'. I had a prompt reply 'beta, pehle khud to jawaan ho jaao'. And the kids ran away laughing & singing even louder 'Sheela Ki Jawani'. Anyways, sheela is in real big trouble. Chahe wo uski jawani ho, ya tamatar-aalu-pyaaj ke roz badte daam.</p><p></p><p>I am in Mumbai, away from bone chilling Delhi cold. Heard it was 3.7 degrees yesterday, colder than Shimla. I am now worried about coping with the cold when I arrive in Delhi. It's been 30+ months since I saw sweater on my skin & the early morning fog. Not close to delhi by any standards but these days Mumbai is having it's own share of cold weather. But why am I even talking about this...???</p><p></p><p>Thanks to amazing channel MOVIES NOW, lately, I have been watching a lot of Hollywood, from 'Die Hard' to 'Alien vs Predator', from 'The Negotiator' to 'Phantom', 'Enemy of the state', 'Big Momma' etc. etc. The picture clarity of this channel is as amazing as it's sound quality, all looks real life. And as a result my dreams sometimes take me to the 'New year celebrations by Aliens' & other times I am hunting some giant predator while riding on Big Anaconda in a river flowing through the middle of the dense Amazon forests. At times, I find myself running with a news channel camera team, reporting Commandoes competing with heavily armed criminals. I report all that live on TV while ducking to the missile fired from one end. If not all this, I am saving hostages from a building bombed by terrorists. I am super human in my dreams. And if it comes to reality, I really wonder if it would be 'susu in my pants' or I'll still be as brave as in my dreams. I end this post here with these thoughts, I am seriously wondering about, will it be bravery or susu.......???</p><p></p><p>Susu times...oh sorry... I mean Good Times :)</p><p>Cheers</p>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-22467811656872325462011-01-03T23:34:00.000-08:002011-01-04T23:55:14.477-08:00Twenty Ten - Twenty ElevenOoops, I missed year end post :( And I missed New year post also.<br /><br />For me New Year arrived li’l late. I was confused about how to celebrate arrival of Twenty Eleven & finally it was Surat & Daman with a friend was on my radar. But the radar failed, I was bed ridden. And was confined in four walls & was made to fall in love with the bed. Malaria seems to be catching me time & again. Female Mosquitoes look like fallen in deep love with me. I might not be popular among Human Females but I am definitely popular among their mosquito counterparts. They have been kissing me all this while. ;)<br /><br />Even if it’s late, I must wish you all a very happy new year. Wish you the rocking year, with lots of passion & the following success. But above all wish you all get good relationships. Somehow that’s what I think is important & leads to other successes in life.<br /><br />2010 was pretty good till July but there on life went in topsy turvy state. At times I was not feeling like ‘being me’. I was in a relation which lasted for precisely 5 months, 23rd July to 22nd November. Why the hell it went that long either???? A confused, discouraged, demotivated, loser was a girl I fell for. The one who gave me troubles; heavy times & to top it all wanted me to move away from my existing family. God, I always thought such things are true only in Saas-Bahu soaps. But this was for real. She felt like a serpent with so much venom… :). Naah, let’s not put it this way. It goes like this… She liked me, I liked her. We made our parents to work it out for us. Things started. We went on. Marriage was on cards. But I liked bright sun & she loved days without sun. When the differences started from such basic thing, it seemed nothing will fall on place. And her parents for whom some religious sect was everything in life, made things worse.<br /><br />Thank God to pull me out of all that mess. And barring this black patch, with success in career, winning trust of friends, acquaintances & developed relations with business partners; 2010 ended on a good note. 2010 prepared a good ground for 2011…. I shall fly abroad.<br /><br />Good Times<br />RohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-25156287481589243872010-12-28T07:32:00.000-08:002010-12-30T00:06:37.339-08:00Investments ka fundaIt all started with a thought of Tax saving instruments. Equity based Mutual Funds have been my favourite may be because of my hidden gambling instinct or may be because of the glamour they bring with their seductive names :P Take for instance <strong>ABCD Top 100 Benchmark Balanced dividend 96' scheme</strong>. Wooooooohhhhfff, I never even learned this big formulas or definitions in class 9th, I used just skip such terminologies. The terminologies & the complexities have always bogged me down. How many of you really get into the depth while investing in a MF? And Even if you get into it, will you ever be sure, satisfied & be aware where your money is being invested. MF is a pure bluff, it is all luck & overall market performance dependent.<br /><br /><br />Than there is Debt instruments, PPF, FD etc. . Why the hell should one deposit in Debts?? For that 6-7% annual returns on FD? But yes may be for safety& security they bring with them.<br /><br />Invest in property if you have that much money, or buy gold if tax saving isn't on your list....<br /><br />But the best of all is buy onions, dry them & store them for future use. Buy Garlic, dry them or make a paste & bottle it for future use. Make tomato pures. Deep Freeze potatoes, Peas & other veggies. Biggest thing is nearly all of us know the business of veggies & it might fetch annual returns of 400% - 800%. My mum did that, not with a thought of savings but to make things easy for her. The benefit she is reaping goes like this...<br />Onions - avg. consumption .250kg/day - sun dried about 3 months back - Benefit of Rs. 15/day i.e Rs. 450/ mnth & Rs. 5400/ year. Similar goes the story of Garlic, Tomato & Peas. Bingo! I have cracked the formuls to becom rich.<br /><br />No No No, I am not freaked out.... But the crazy onion prices @ Rs. 80/Kg is the reason. Garlic @ Rs. 150-200/Kg is the reason. Who thought the tomatoes which were sold for under 10 last year will touch Rs. 40/Kg this year. Thats an annual return of 400%. Drying, Making puree & preserving veggies isn't a bad investment at all. I swear.<br /><br />Bingo, I cracked it :)Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-81401771774960237932010-12-21T07:04:00.000-08:002010-12-22T19:18:09.648-08:00Teaching Sheeching apne bas ka nahi...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPfjmduv5XjOON35sIaxcmjMGsyYBKuZwFh4rJqnA0JYTInOcS4TVOy0TkALNclmOY1wcRJ2uLjnugcvnTjEDu1tegEsNFZY2d5b2qJMoLbMRFIV6jRalfzKxQzxaYaeyqUjPb3xvLfs/s1600/Teacher.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553235933046640434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigPfjmduv5XjOON35sIaxcmjMGsyYBKuZwFh4rJqnA0JYTInOcS4TVOy0TkALNclmOY1wcRJ2uLjnugcvnTjEDu1tegEsNFZY2d5b2qJMoLbMRFIV6jRalfzKxQzxaYaeyqUjPb3xvLfs/s400/Teacher.gif" /></a> <div><div>have never taken up teaching before, errr... actually once I did...<br /><br />I still remember when in 3rd semester, hostel days, I rubbed my hands on being a tutor to a 9th standard student. Ufff....., that was difficult, the subject that scared me the most in school days was what I had to teach. Kasam Sheela ki jawani ki, it was aaahhh uuuiiii, 'What am I trying to do??' thing. Syllabus books aur mera rishta bilkul waisa tha jaise Shahid Kapoor aur Kareena Kapoor ka ab wala pyaar. Apni class mein ek hi ladki thi aur uska bhi shikaar ho chuka tha, so there was no pressure of earning for dates & gifts also. Still I dived in, as tuting sounded glamorous. These were the few types of unimaginable glamorous things one could splurge in that secluded place called 'Bhiwani'. Only boxers survive in that city, somehow I also managed to come out alive. Anyways.... important thing is the girl was a student of 9th standard & I, a second year engineering student who reached their purely by God's tactics. No one had even an isolated idea that maths had an ongoing tiff with me. Maths mein haath itna tight that I had to go through a Re examination in Semester 1 itself...that is called 'bhaagne se pehle hi ludak jana'...Cheers to Life... ludak ludak ke hi to insaan seekhta hai. Aur ab adjustment mein to time lagta hi hai na? Dilli se Bhiwani mein laake baitha doge to ek aadh gadbad to hogi hee. Here whole forest of sour grapes existed. Finally, ab hum ban gaye the Mashter jee :) aur remuneration tha Rupeej 1000 per month for three days a week.<br /><br />Byeee God ki kasam, the volley of questions & numerical she threw was unimaginable & unsolvable. Whenever she had any doubt, I would smile, crack a joke, ask for water & than finally would tell her to mark & discuss tomorrow. Actually my understanding on those questions was very similar to the one I have on Enrique's latest Latin number. I withdrew in straight 3 classes. Teaching was not my cup of Tea, V, B, D and include every Eeeee.<br /><br />Bohhy, I couldn't teach mathematics to a class 9th student, I felt humiliated. I felt as helpless as Vinod Kambli found himself during 96 world cup cricket match with Sri Lanka. Only difference is he sobbed & I nearly did not...Holishit... Soon I was back to normal playing badminton, basketball in hostel, which I always loved. And the maths was so so so so so so far away :) nearly invisible.<br /><br />While I was recalling the history of my life, today, some 8 saal baad, I felt like a champ, when I was about to take last guest lecture at SASMIRA, Worli ( http://www.sasmira.org/ ). Awwww... 'Is it really the last lecture' is what my ander ki awaaj asked me. My broken, torn, wounded Sony Ericsson rang & 'Rohit, it is your last lecture', asked the the faculty head. 'hmm... hmm...Yeah, yes Aparna, I should be winding up today', replied me & popped out of the bed, the way those popcorns do in the hot pan. Weekends give me the leisure of loving my bed a li’l more.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553235928186894178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXeVQAi7qhS-eqk945GXftVw0fRzRnrVbx-ZqKurG_uBXepEj8r_xmlbeY22lRLTct79PQ2M5tANuIBqnV7owSEdf50iyZnQRqw2X1XOoyVSIYM8wMGSkhlKbu7k_Mp090VP4JFm0gLA/s400/DSC00908.JPG" /> <div></div><div>I learned more from them than what these crazy bunch of young fellas learned from me. It's been an year i.e. 2 semesters. And today everyone in the class is a learned man/learned lady who knows that Vasco De Gama found America & Columbus located India. Everyone is Intelligent now :)</div><br /><div></div><div>Cheers to Life :)</div><div></div><div>Good Times</div><div>rohit</div></div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-16279348588152164662010-12-21T06:30:00.000-08:002010-12-22T11:29:08.807-08:00Mumbai-Bandra-CBTLI was crossing Bandra road n 2 kids of age around 2-3 yrs came, pulling my Tee n begging for anything I could give them. What could I give them beyond a simple smile. I clicked there photograph & they literally smiled. And made me smile too.<br /><br />There's something in this city called Mumbai/ Bombay that gives me a strange high. This place has taught me to be so well on my own & I love this place. I was 24 & it was 29th June when I dropped here, today I am 27 & loving it. These 30 months have been wonderfull & so have been the events. This city has given all the things that would have been with me in any other part of the world and it gave me few other things too. I had my own share of fretting & frowning & buaaah huaaah & ha ha, but here I learned to hold on & move on. So a Genuine 'THANKS' to this place. And yeah, Bandra is oozing in my blood.... the coffees at CBTL (Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf) ...CBTL's balance sheet's bottom line is stronger because of me & my blood is terribly coffeed because of them :)<br /><br />First time I stepped here, I was taken aback by the price tags their coffees had. Now it's regular & the stewards are addicted to me, the way I am to their faces & the lovely coffee. CHEERS to life :)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553148947655536066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitt7p2VEmctLfgqU8eZ-qFc_2FPYlc8WTp1eyARo_lbqmwrXyB_5fqRDA40QDcir6cOpSe4OwWgFg1tGXg2ExcbWH5ZFbenvMvTLILJeV5SlgDyCAZhb3jP3H9NQQ8M9AkGleYSt1BGQg/s400/206.JPG" /><br />Good Times<br />rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-62016048624120368402010-12-20T07:21:00.000-08:002010-12-20T07:42:22.905-08:00Hempushpa :)Hempushpa!!<br />Well...till the time you slog your brains to find out what the hell this HEMPUSHPA is..??? I’ll have my share of laugh.<br /><br />Alcohol has never been my fantasy, (coffee beats it any day) but the fun, laughs & the craziness this liquid brings around is something I have developed charm for. The advertisements, the after drowning illogical chit chat of friends & the abnormally high creativity that emerges after the intake of this overhyped liquid is something worth loving all the while.<br /><br />Hempushpa: This is a ridiculous creative name of an alcoholic drink, one of my shitty chuddy buddy is planning to sit on with when another buddy chuddy lands in the country to join us. The firangi buddy, very own Delhi ka Punjabi is bringing all those coloured labels. Black, white, orange or red label, I am least interested in. But the thing that pulls my interest even more than that spaghetti & hot pant wali ladki who is his current GF, is the cocktail the other chap is planning to make from all these coloury labels. We literally grew up not pulling each other’s legs but each other’s chuddies & other times it was pants ;). Those were the bloody hostel days. And it’s been full 5 years since any chuddy or pant has been pulled. We have been labelled professionals & grownups and the so called society doesn’t allows us to be weird kids anymore. But not this time after they’ll be immersed in Hempushpa, let’s see who’ll be the bakra now :P<br /><br />And trust my sarcasm if any, I’ll definitely reveal the recipe for Hempushpa, will not devoid you all of the fun this hitting liquid is capable of bringing in. Cheers!!!<br /><br /><br />Bhatia, Duggal, Mehta, Chugh, Sikri etc. etc. Kamino, let's sit soon & blabbar like we always did... :)<br />We'll fret, frown, cry, laugh on the life's hitty things, love stories & what not....And finally will laugh off everything... Did we ever take thee stuff seriously :P Yeah, we did ;)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552788232119587074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDn14rVp1iUcCfN1iCgnw58V_pgSt2ZtrtOTY1GXKZVdAGQnwRRvd0Eu2lPdwScakxHqae3ELRWLcl7-w5AsoqV4HoLQRyqw3vMxtxKtKoZhkyC46dVMHr8qOOeVuwC4V3SQHRxncwTls/s400/The+TITan+Punjus.jpg" /> Bingo... Welcoming Duggal :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Good Times<br />rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-25759592413041501152010-12-17T19:36:00.000-08:002010-12-18T08:42:22.578-08:00Au revoir: Until we see each other againIt goes something like this......<br /><br />Not a bad time I had, rather it was/is stupendous :) CHEERS!!<br />My last day here with Big Bazaar...all thank you's, tata's, bye bye's, take care's, keep in touch can wait for a while...<br /><br />The bigger thing is that don't be jealous if you find me on Goa's any damn beach wearing quicksilver shorts, sipping Heineken or Fosters (else king's) from the thinnest of the straws ...I will have all the time in the world to do that, unlike the other days wheh I had comp. screen in front to float on it.<br /><br />Serious things apart the best during the tenure was Alibaug trip, danced, danced n danced, legs still ache at times.<br />Second best was the team i was/am part of... Superb BB Kidswear :)<br />Third was visible in Diwali week's Ramyaraj's mail ;)<br />4th, 5th & 6th were about food, clothes, people etc. etc. ..... ;)<br /><br />Important: Be in touch, not to find out where I am, what am doing & similar stuff (that will least bother to most of you). But always you are welcome to discuss about the food & eating out joints, the general crap, while planning drinks, when bought a Crazy T shirt, movies, to plan an adventurous expedition or any dam good-bad times.<br /><br />Now as they all say, the society & stuff, so in accordance to them, I must say... tata to everyone out there, whole hearted thank you to you all, from From Diljit's corner to Intellect meeting room, from Jogi's seat till the bosses's cabins & the vendors who are somewhere in between & on the way from reception till desk; or at their respective offices....I learned atleast a thing & sometimes a lot from you all... the stuff you got made & from where & how you got that made had its own teachings in it & sometimes what you wore had an inspiration. The biggest of all learnings was to walk 5% faster :)<br /><br />Some of the people will definitely be missed more than the others, they are simply lovely crazy fellas & we gelled well :) . I owe atleast a good gesture to NG, AC, DK, PK, PK, PB, RR, TA, NP, AM, RT, HT, HH, RS, AP, SM, MT, RA, CF, Se, Di... :) I'll SMS you if I missed out anyone...<br /><br />In starting there were turbulences but still matched the Synergy,<br />Results started coming good & the reason was passion & Energy.<br />The way team bonded at most of the times times was stupendous,<br />The food talks, T shirt & the sports chats were anytime mood refresher.<br />Work & fun was always focus & there was hardly any messy caucus,<br />Good Times is what I'll miss, not afraid of any dam future job's pressure.<br />Among the ups & downs, bad times-fun time, we managed to travel a worthy mile<br />I'll miss, I'll miss, I'll miss this whole li'l world that got created all this while.<br />Love the way US marines salute to superiors in warfield, dear booses the same one for you :)<br /><br />Every Declaration of Independence is an Act of Adventure<br /><br />Good Times<br />rohit khatri<br />981#%#^%^<br />email id 1<br />email id 2<br />http://www.freakontees.blogspot.com<br />http://www.milesafter.blogspot.com<br />On the walls of Facebook, Twitter, Orkut<br /><br />Au revoir<br />Until we see each other again<br />-----------------------------Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-11018572414808578772010-12-17T09:19:00.000-08:002010-12-17T19:36:33.674-08:00Ander Ki AwaazHe said...'Ander ki awaaz sun aur aage bad...'<br /><br />The inside wali voice???<br />Main hairaan @$%$? aakhir ye ander ki awaaj hoti kya hai??<br /><br />Inner voice, yeah the inner voice.... the one which comes from deep inside, not the ones called 'Burp' or 'Farts'. So after hearing the inner voice, I decided to move on. Despite the goody goody times, I am moving on for career growth.<br /><br />Thank you Pantaloon/ Future Value Retal Services/ Big Bazaar :)Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-80958764263665412792010-12-14T13:24:00.000-08:002010-12-14T13:50:19.669-08:00What's next?Nostalgia...<br />Fullness in life<br />So very me<br />What's next ?? <br /><br />Whatever it is, it's gonna be full of energy, enthu, passion & fun....<br /><br />Its not that hard to imagine. All you have to do is put your mind and a freezing soul into it.... and when you can imagine, you can do wonders.<br /><br />Nice Times<br />Better Times<br /><br />Good Times<br />rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-66441210949449828672010-12-09T09:47:00.000-08:002010-12-09T10:06:32.745-08:00Have a little more faithHave a little faith in me,<br />Let my soul be little free.<br />Till now, I have trusted you blindly,<br />Is it so hard to talk to me kindly?<br />I have a mind too, me you cannot order,<br />Why, my thoughts, do you always try to smother?<br />Give me a chance to fulfill all I have dreamt,<br />All that you have taught me, give me time to attempt.<br />Am I asking for too much, by asking for respect & trust?<br />Why make, of my mistakes then, such a great fuss?<br /><br />...extracted<br /><br />Feel like reading a lot!<br />Cheers :)Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-16041985461830387282010-12-06T05:59:00.000-08:002010-12-06T10:06:33.118-08:00Food Food, Bike Ride, Sun, Sand, Salty water, Fun, RelaxedThis was Goa.....<br />Ate like mad...<br />Rode bike like crazy...<br />Funned like Woooowww...<br />Roamed like Hippy...<br />Stoned on the beach...<br />Office & the work was 600+ km away, I on the sandy beach munching my Feast :)<br />Dream of long Bike ride in Konkan accomplished.... still there's a bit left ;)<br />This was Goa, this was Goa December, 2010<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV11egxfNr3MR3-wqfapnp1qnTjiAe_X933PR9hEl0VYcEt926tjSqIMq_peGBfZixXu_cIZ86OeQ6GM2i6KiVPEyBaIu6TLIbsWeflOOuhjLeIHFxQ07erAvMQEzNKr3fImfkTprBxQQ/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571548634405090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4by5jfTT3KurPuVruIuznZvqLHvoOgML8hUp6_nqQvbRvlXPb2iPzunB6KTKCVf_U1mFUxfM7KbBfR3ldOCuGeUzci8yZVJK3kW2jR1xXgUO73Rrbv40C5j60AFT_5lI2JiRwsw1faq8/s400/IMG_5510.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571539200225730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7ivAkYnSlJPu0WWaIX44qYu8Av55wfo0qfx0lZxzSB0fFjTboUSxuaByQGA3LzPmg6-Dcx4NOr8ykIoWoKq1wfGAFP7Ot2QY-BYspmmXYGuMNgNkZZZ6JNPHqEEyeOLyEm3FGV1OgUU/s400/IMG_5745.JPG" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547571531172996130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-l2FoJ37vH7A0nBv0p938ouBDmILPO8RzO4vp9_C6Vu-n-oRTk9wffReiD7X9j1PhG4l5EZtNen4jnG4YnmHczZWfAqu5FRX-TuYgidqTog7HRATAdHuzcmUkJgR-5eAM6xrEE-tYXso/s400/IMG_5731.JPG" /></div></div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-69342436011872798322010-11-29T22:58:00.001-08:002010-11-29T22:59:48.744-08:00bade chal, chale chal...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcZWb3uMtgZl6caknc_HrURb4td5UERmjnRhoQc0xYSn6nbAQy_tkCjCZHgPiSwTUq0ImF6npJUXN4hlN33JxPVpsKdyC5_WiGmoJJQw_pNmOVEM9-LzFs1LZ3Z9FzvgjKNWmRUipl_8/s1600/Inspiration_27228.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545233743289582562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIcZWb3uMtgZl6caknc_HrURb4td5UERmjnRhoQc0xYSn6nbAQy_tkCjCZHgPiSwTUq0ImF6npJUXN4hlN33JxPVpsKdyC5_WiGmoJJQw_pNmOVEM9-LzFs1LZ3Z9FzvgjKNWmRUipl_8/s400/Inspiration_27228.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em><strong>Rehne de aasma, zameen ki talaash kar!<br />Sab kuchh yahin hai, kahin aur talaash na kar!!!<br />Har Aarzu puri ho to jeene ka kya maza!<br />Jeene ke liye bas ek kami ki talaash kar!!! </strong></em>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-82902383020201759312010-11-29T10:24:00.000-08:002010-11-29T22:58:05.476-08:00Kuchh aisa sa hai :)<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K9zvA-CWMrU?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />Kuchh aisi si hai zindagi.... ek kadam...do kadam...ludko, giro, sambhlo, lekin chalna mat chhodo....chale jaao....chalte jaao.... mat ruko...mat ruko...mat ruko...oooopsss...lekin ruko, jaroor ruko, suno, samjho, sab galat nahi hote, sab galat nahi hota, sab sahi hai, sab achha hai, karna tumhe hi hai, apne aap kuchh nahi hota, apne aap sirf vishwaas hota hai ya nahi hota hai....It's confusing at times but It's beautiful out there :)<br /><br /><em><strong><br /></strong></em><br /><em><strong>Rah gujar ki aakhon mein chamak chod jaayenge,<br />Khamoshiyon ki maut gawara nahi humko!<br />Pahachaan apni dur talak chod jayenge,<br />Sheesha hain toot kar bhi khanak chod jaayeinge!</strong></em><br /><br /><br />Love Ya Bloggy<br />I had my share of Coffee & Click Click Clicking around with camera. It did bring some Calming effect...<br />Huggy Huggy :)Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-72710814585373961542010-09-13T10:28:00.000-07:002012-02-03T03:47:09.242-08:00The only High you have is 'I'Woooohooo.... this is roller coaster.... this is hell lika crazy... many months n the time flew past faster than F16 supersonic. Sleepless nights made him realize he can stay up for 22 hours a day, can work like a robot.this definitely took some toll but it was worth it.<br /><br /><br />Those lights just outside his room are twinkling like a Crazy sparkle in the sky, he's lost into the blinking sparkle spilling all around. lost in the time & in thoughts, in toughts that surpass any normality. thoughts that make him strong & soft together, thoughts that confuse him, shudder him & also bring admiration, love, eternity, maturity & understanding. He is lost in the thoughts of his life. He is Living it up. He is alive & kicking. he is high on Life. This is abundance of his life.Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-90732095833834394272010-08-09T13:22:00.001-07:002010-08-09T13:36:07.499-07:00What???'As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny & meaning of my life'<br /><br /><br />The strongest people are those who are true to their emotions...<br /><br />Being true is at times little complicated & foolish but I am quite happy to be what I am... Just waiting to be flying :) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503509057198913426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGXoTbKdZ_MVkd4jJ_8YAIQvrkmaUTR4SWggWtRCnLnEvls_3L8fEZMQViX7vmLWQEspThAN4a388hQyLQtAzTq5OqJsfa9-5QVw4oPsEeZW1iCTSBhlSRw8TVNz9stJC3uNmU15Rt-s/s400/Jump+Rohit.JPG" /><br />Cheers<br />rohitPassionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-2128196112452813342010-07-30T12:40:00.000-07:002010-07-30T13:06:55.308-07:00lovely frustations :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZqdbCw5EsRCkiljFfWcjOgtmwF8OfGvjdh_fyWB48cOl6RHJoaMOxER9xR-LZWs1va6EBkYnVnKUt13Yy8UiA7thcnjUKayGrCaB65VQehtAyasOkJssuiMbf4i8DkrtobaS_f4ejbw/s1600/IMG_1566.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499790843015314498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZqdbCw5EsRCkiljFfWcjOgtmwF8OfGvjdh_fyWB48cOl6RHJoaMOxER9xR-LZWs1va6EBkYnVnKUt13Yy8UiA7thcnjUKayGrCaB65VQehtAyasOkJssuiMbf4i8DkrtobaS_f4ejbw/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Browsing through the aisle of dreams,</div><div>I wonder what dream to pick up to dream tonight.....</div><br /><div>Not that I am afraid of something.... Just that last I picked some real big ones & haven't even managed to reach half way mark, not that I din't put in the efforts! But big just dint happen to me...</div><br /><div></div><div>Can Dreaming be done cautiously ??? Can dreams be controlled??? </div><div>Who the fuck cares...?? Our lives have been too buisy to handle the cruel reality.... and the time to dream is taken away by deep tired out sleeps...</div><br /><div></div><div>Dreams have that charm of taking us to all the forbidden land; untouched, unexplored, virgin arenas. Dreams take us to the wonderland where we get anything but just less than everything. Still, we slog like stupid asses carrying rubble on their backs....we are so much dived into reality & have become wondefully practical, resulting our thoughts to struggle for crossing obvious.....</div><div></div><br /><div>Thats not the kind of....I want to live..... WTF am I doing????</div><br /><div></div><div>We all must get frustated in life, for those who don't have frustations are the ones with either too many achievements or with too less dreams....in short they are half dead.... Thankfully I get frustated, irritated and dont fall in the mentioned category.... and I am proud of being this way....I am true to myself!</div><br /><div></div><div>I want to run, I want to write, I want to play, I want to watch a lovely movie, I want to drive on a long green road, I want to love, I want to kiss, I want to listen music at full volume, I want to scream, yell, shout the loudest, I want to be very myself.... I want to win my own way!!</div><br /><div></div><div>...cRAzIlY rOhIT</div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5762639310740692626.post-35315523880194187832010-07-27T09:38:00.000-07:002010-07-29T07:57:38.980-07:00Dude is again getting ready to storm :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81yqfd-fjGOvuOsCeXu9AQmc-yR6Nlts_7KqFJfPNhyphenhyphenO-OIy2JAQv0MiPLFcQZg8BXQCoZ-jdvx2NjOVWujHHyvIF69mBMq_11PicdiuBANOGMmw8TjyQPyN7fbCTy3auq6aZ79WkhhI/s1600/Rohit+3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499156852509257698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg81yqfd-fjGOvuOsCeXu9AQmc-yR6Nlts_7KqFJfPNhyphenhyphenO-OIy2JAQv0MiPLFcQZg8BXQCoZ-jdvx2NjOVWujHHyvIF69mBMq_11PicdiuBANOGMmw8TjyQPyN7fbCTy3auq6aZ79WkhhI/s400/Rohit+3.JPG" /></a> <div>I had had so much inbetween all these days to put up on blog....but I restrained. I restrained coz someone had taught me in recent times that few things are close to hearts. These things are not to be shout out all the time. Without weighing in the logics I gave in to the advises. And the blog was vacant....unposted....deserted....LOL......</div><div></div><br /><div>It's been bloody 1 week, since I have been breaking bed. I have slept, lied on bed in all possible positions for last 1 week. I have dreamt so much that it now feels heavy to dream any more. I have dreamt about nearly every possible fiction n non fiction. I so much want to get out n start working.... my body so much wants to work out again... legs are eager more than ever before to again measure the track... But reality pulls me back, I have been getting exhausted with smallest effort....probably thats what they refer as human limitations/illness. I have just got up from maleria. Still all this while my heart has been working perfectly fine n have been loving someone as beatifully as it can ever do. It's still as active as it can be!! As intresting as it could get....It is my lovely chirpy...crazy, freaky heart. It loves & wants to be loved. :)</div><div></div><br /><div>I, at times feel proud about working in current job. I am so much connected to my vendors & love being upto my commitments. My vendors had been msging me 'get well soon' msgs. Though it will be another normal thing with any buyer (person performing the role I am handeling), for me those msgs brought a small smile. It feels good to be among people, with people. For life is all about relations you build while moving on....</div><div></div><br /><div>It's been lovely time, phone calls have a time now...they are not as random as they used to be when we started. We wait, if not we, atleast I wait for call at 5:30 AM, 12:05 Noon, 1:20 PM, 5:05 PM, 6:00 PM, 11:00 PM. It's lovely how things are shaping up by themselves....If it is God than....God please please keep the things this way...If it is something else, than also...God...please please keep it this way... This is beautiful understanding Me & Shivani have developed, we are adjusting to things without even telling each other about it. I call her my 'Rockstar'. She knows I am no less than a 'sportsstar'. Its a starry life for each other, we are stars in each others lives n need no approvals :)</div><div></div><br /><div>2-3 days down the line, I'll again start running...I am eager n excited about it :)</div><br /><div></div><div>Cheers</div><div>Good Times</div><div>rohit (motivating himself for bigger things in life)</div>Passionatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00210136455953779464noreply@blogger.com0