Aay Pee Yell?

I seriously feel that if you leave me from the count, majority of the world will seem crazy to you~ And that certainly is no understatement! What started with a casual call at 1 p.m. to say hello, turned out to be the day changer for me blessing me with the craziest cricketing extravaganza of recent times. But Ajinkya had different plans and he didn't ask me to come till 4.30 p.m. For general information, the show was to start at 6 p.m. and was to happen at that godforsaken village called Nerul, which is leagues away from my house. They had just left from Lonavala having picked up Amar and that is when they called me and I made a mad rush to Nerul. Now as destiny would have it I got into a fast train at Dadar. You can certainly imagine the sense of pride and satisfaction that an average Mumbaikar has when he manages to get a train which he wants without having to pause at the station. I was so relieved... I was expectantly waiting for Kurla to come... Matunga, Sion..... Kurla comes, Kurla goes.... What ? It went? But... How? Ajinkya was relentlessly calling me to know my location and I had no idea what was going on. I managed to ask a fellow passenger very feebly as to which station will the train stop at? 'Thane'! 'Thane'! God why did I have to erroneously step into a super fast. Pathetic Central Railways cannot even display it anywhere. so Thane it was to be. I kept on calculating the time it would take me to take a Thane fast to Kurla and then the slow to Nerul. Ajinkya would surely would have buried me there itself. Now even Gaurav had added to the 'where are you' party. But then again, was providence would have it, there was a Panvel train waiting, it seemed only for me, at Thane station. I bought tickets and got myself a seat. I was travelling by this route for the first time and I must say the Indian Railways saved my day. The moment I alighted from the train I began running towards the stadium. Huff Puff... Left right... I met Kunal and Amar outside the stadium and we made a dash for Gate 2... I was entering a live stadium for the first time ever in my life!!! Aay Pee Yell here I come!!!

The Foursome Rick-ride!!!

Carter road Bus Stop, 10.45PM, tired of waiting for the Bus!

Any sane person (ignore people from Mutual) would know that 9/3 = 3! But no! Pratiksha had to do her own Maths and force us into one Rickshaw. No not all nine but 4 of us - Manorath, myself, herself and Pranjali. And mind you - all are from healthy families! So what was the need to commit this sin of cramping four people into the rear seat of a tiny Mumbai Rickshaw? A good observer would conclude that in the given circumstances, with Pratiksha making a decision, you sincerely cannot expect a logical reason! Anyways, I hardly had a choice and so before the others could even realise we had hired an auto and already made ourselves amply comfortable within its dark environs. Guess who sat on whose lap?? Ok no comments! :)
The person's legs pained excruciatingly though, let me inform you all. I got this from my secret agent. And yes even his knees became wobbly after the 'healthy' affair. Regardless, of what their camera could capture, however waste it was, our cameraman started clicking Photos. Manorath then handed over his prized possession to one of the G-Sisters, we shall henceforth call them thus to save space and my typing efforts. Coming back to the Photos, they were yuck! I mean, yes, Y-U-C-K!!! I hereby give a disclaimer that the person whose only visible part are his awesome hair ,shall, under any circumstance, human or otherwise, not be deemed, construed or held to be Satsheel!!!

The rickshaw was filled with chronic laughter. Laughter of all sizes and flavours, varying pitches and differing volume, impregnated the rickshaw. Oh yes, we all were carrying balloons, with Pratiksha holding two. We could barely manage ourselves, so taking care of the balloons was a huge task. There was hardly any space to sit so the balloons were all tucked behind, well almost.

I was afraid that a Policeman would catch us for exceeding the seating capacity and fine us. I was mentally preparing for reasons, with making Pratiksha pay topping the charts!!! I don't know why they wanted to click my pics? They tried vociferously to get a glimpse of my face on the Camera's lens making me momentarily feel like a Celeb. :p
Suddenly, Pranjali screamed 'Chirag!' She seemed to have seen a 'Friend" (ahem ahem!!!) of hers and was excitedly showing us. Hardly did she realise that we would have more sinister ideas than simply looking at random people. Chirag had till then gone ahead and I had not got to see who it was. We asked the Rickshaw-wala to 'Chirag ka Paathlaag Karo' and he actually listened to us. Like a maniac he drove to hit a pothole. Our rickshaw barely managed to avoid tumbling to the left and we thankfully didn't get thrown out of the rickshaw. Pratiksha it seems was going to literally fall out. We stopped at a signal and there was a guy with a girl behind him on a bike on my right. I loudly asked "Kon Chirag?" I didn't know it was him and Pranjali, out of shame didn't even enlighten us. We were later informed that he was peeping inside the rickshaw to see who called out his name. The rickshaw reverberated with cautious laughter. People continued their photographic tirade. We even clicked pics with the Ricksha-wala at Bandra Station. He actually pulled out a scarf to pose for the Photo.

It was one insane Rickshaw ride which I doubt any of us will ever forget. If Chirag ever reads this, know that it was Pranjali, the younger of the G-Sisters, who actually was inside the Rickshaw!!!

The Witch Amidst Us?

Ever wondered who steals chicken pieces from your plates?
Ever thought that paying for someone would prove to be the biggest NON Performing Asset?
Ever felt that small, innocent children like me sometimes cry without reason?
Ever had your eardrums pain due to incessant talks?
Ever known a person who does complete DUMMY (ignore Ayushi and Nisha for time being)?

Well then here goes...
Presenting for the first time in the history of Blogspot, the one and only, representing Podar college as its first ever, never captured live on Camera before, the one who no one knew lived amongst us...
Kreesu , The Witch Amidst Us?

Don't believe what you are reading then click on the video above to experience WITCHDOM!!!

Her Highness, the Holy Holi

colours, rang, farben, couleurs, rango, etc... the different ways in which this vivid word can be translated is still less than the variety of hues that it can produce... for artists who literally live colours, it is an everyday affair, but for the common man who has null relationship with anything to do with paints, cordially appreciates the splashing of colours and coloured water as if it were a pay hike or better grades! and amidst the riot of red, blue and green, we take feeble potshots at achieving artistic traits, by effecting colours of many more shades and aspects... begetting encouragement and a certain companionship in this hatred-filled, love-lacking monochromatic world, of tinted vibrancy! he forgets that he has to be tensed for his daily expenses, for his studies, for proposing to his girl, for reducing the flab, for countless aspects of one's life that are simply washed away, albeit momentarily, washed away with the gaiety that rejuvenates itself once in a year, brought in by these very colours which he has avoided for the remaining 364 days... emanating now in a renewed form, he takes a dab at the dry colours and throws them in the air, revelling in the rainbow he has just created in the sky. he enjoys his handiwork and tries his tired, wrinkled hands at different colours, bouyed by the encouragement he gets from spectators. having had his share of amusement he proceeds now to distribute his day's mirth with others. the shagun ka gulaal is applied on foreheads and cheeks alike, invoking similar gestures from those applied. the ritual, he feels is much better than ruthlessly aiming at innocent, undesirable passers-by. why try filling colours in their lives when they are happier with their blacks and whites? he returns his focus at rejoicing one colourful day. he wonders why should he not indulge in water? maybe he should not, courtesy the BMC or maybe he should not for the millions of draught affected people or maybe he should not as a sincere condolence to the Haitians! analysing in depth before acting is a recurrent phenomenon he practices everyday. and even on a day when his regular beliefs have been coloured, he has not lost track of this habit. he decides to use little water, just enough to wash away the colour, lest it bring happiness and sparkle throughout the year. he carefully transforms himself to his earlier solemn self as he ventures from the lively world of colours to his life full of his own colours!

And thus the Local Goons call Policitians to Scare Peaceful Residents of my Society!!!

Living life under Political scrutiny!

It is an annual affair. The auspicious occasion of Mahashivratri beckons much fanfare in my society. And why shouldn't it? We are Hindus and very devout that! But then why would this day and the days adjoining it cause residents of my society, most of whom are senior-citizens such harassment? I wondered why too? Everything has a reason and this had to have too. My society had this Chawl in it's premises and since the past 2-3 years, they got a separate building and are now the owners and not tenants. They have been using our premises to conduct many events, loud orchestras, music, songs, etc For 2-3 days it becomes but only bad for the old people. Not to forget the students who have exams in March. Last year too we tried to ensure a peaceful night for our residents but the Chawl people led by Mr. Arun Potade called MNS people to intimidate us. That helped their cause and we had to relent. But this year we were prepared. The society passed a resolution with all its managing committee members approving the decision to forbid the use of the society's premises. Since we are Hindus and most importantly Humans, we did allow them access to the temple in our premises throughout the year on Mondays and during these days too. But they weren't satisfied. They wanted to claim their illegal right to construct a stage right in the middle of the road of our society, cause nuisance and disruption to all the parked vehicles and their owners as well as the other residents. All we said was you can conduct your programmes on your 2000 sq. ft. terrace. But no! They weren't budging. Last year they had signed an agreement stating that they will not hold such a programme this year. And this year, Mr. Potade very conveniently was trying to tell us that it does not even fall within the scope of an agreement. We had to call in the police. Since we had police protection, the only way they could breach that was to call Politicians. And this year too, they 'invited' them to visit the 'temple'! Wow! Anyways so one by one they filed in. First came Nilesh Rane, son of the Revenue Minister of Maharashtra. He tried to make us 'understand' and he left by promising to grant us audience again. Then came Yashwant Killedar, Leader of MNS Youth Wing. He too said the same thing and for once I liked that he didn't support the illegal side. Then walked in the local Shiv Sena Corporator. He too didn't pass any 'judgement'. I was continually wondering why were we giving explanations to others? Are they adjudicating authorities? I got out my camera and the chawl people asked me are you in the press. That left me impressed!
What I fail to understand is why did the Police not take any action and why did we have to go down?
How can Politicians meddle in these things and what authority do they have?
Is there any solution apart from filing a suit?

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