Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Number Plates
The topic seems odd, but all those who have spent some part of their lives away from their home place, hopefully will know the significance of the topic.
Yes, we are talking about the number plates which are put on the vehicles, front and back. Each carries a distinct identity of its own. Each has relevance, significance. Some numbers are considered as auspicious and some are the sign of person’s status.
But we are not going to talk either of numerology here, nor the science of status. When I see a number plate, it gives me a sense of belongingness, a sense of nostalgia. I have been living out of my home for almost 8 years now, and I know how it feels when I see that number plate – MH31. Eighteen years at Nagpur, Four years at Manglore, two years at Indore and now into second year at Mumbai, the one site that gives me a sense of belongingness to me on the road is the number plates. There have been so many instances when I got so excited and people really couldn’t understand the reason when I cried out “MH-31”. And it’s amazing how I feel a sense of closeness to the person driving the vehicle. So many times, I feel an urge to stop that vehicle and have a chit chat with the person driving it. Its so funny how one can connect to such insignificant thing!
Another great thing about number plates is that when am living in a particular city, that number plate doesn’t excite me, but all the older ones do. MH-31, KA-19, MP-09, they all enthuse me now. Now my brain is trained to be excited at any of these number plates and the funny part is whenever am at Nagpur, I have to constantly remind my brain that I am bound to see MH-31.
The sad part is though MH-31 excites the most out of the three; my own vehicle doesn’t carry it. But it doesn’t carry MH-01 either, so every time I am on the Mumbai roads, I just pray that the cop isn’t looking out for the number plates like some weirdos like me ;)
Yes, we are talking about the number plates which are put on the vehicles, front and back. Each carries a distinct identity of its own. Each has relevance, significance. Some numbers are considered as auspicious and some are the sign of person’s status.
But we are not going to talk either of numerology here, nor the science of status. When I see a number plate, it gives me a sense of belongingness, a sense of nostalgia. I have been living out of my home for almost 8 years now, and I know how it feels when I see that number plate – MH31. Eighteen years at Nagpur, Four years at Manglore, two years at Indore and now into second year at Mumbai, the one site that gives me a sense of belongingness to me on the road is the number plates. There have been so many instances when I got so excited and people really couldn’t understand the reason when I cried out “MH-31”. And it’s amazing how I feel a sense of closeness to the person driving the vehicle. So many times, I feel an urge to stop that vehicle and have a chit chat with the person driving it. Its so funny how one can connect to such insignificant thing!
Another great thing about number plates is that when am living in a particular city, that number plate doesn’t excite me, but all the older ones do. MH-31, KA-19, MP-09, they all enthuse me now. Now my brain is trained to be excited at any of these number plates and the funny part is whenever am at Nagpur, I have to constantly remind my brain that I am bound to see MH-31.
The sad part is though MH-31 excites the most out of the three; my own vehicle doesn’t carry it. But it doesn’t carry MH-01 either, so every time I am on the Mumbai roads, I just pray that the cop isn’t looking out for the number plates like some weirdos like me ;)
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Tanhayee - Karaoke
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Hasn't come that well and has lots of disturbance, but anyways...feedback welcome
Friday, March 13, 2009
On Guitar - Kabhi aaisa lagta hain by Lucky Ali
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Lucky Ali song "Kabhi aaisa lagta hain" - Playing guitar and singing
Thursday, March 12, 2009
SPlash of Colours
It started just like a normal day, but it was a special day. Though it never seemed special and with no hopes of being one. It was Holi and the celebrations were bound to be marred by the ongoing “End Terms” at the lesser well known management institute(LWKMI). Though I am an enthusiastic person when it comes to celebrating festivals, I was not sure what I was going to do on this one. Going home was out of question for the reasons mentioned above. Some of the more enthusiastic fellas of LWKMI promised a SPlash filled holi but I was spectical about the claims.
It was almost 10:00 am in the morning and nothing significant had happened, so the remaining hopes also died off. But then I heard something, some sound of celebrations. At the same time, Ashish came to room and asked if we were going down to play holi? Offcourse we were. As we went down, the more enthusiastis were already beyond recognition and we were welcomed by a Splash of golden mud. And the party began. It was short and sweet. Everyone had in the back of their minds the dreaded Business strategy end term, so it ended really fast, but not before everyone present there enjoying to the core. The cherry on the cake was the participation of the gurls from the batch, who were quite sporty and played with full enthu.
As I came back to the room, I realised that the crowd at SP was already divided into two groups. The first one, because of whatever reasons didn’t involve themselves in the celebrations (though the reason was the BPS end term) and the second one, which despite of all the reasons had good time with friends. I realised that MBA is all about this. Every day, every moment each one of us will have some or the other “ very important “ job at hand and on the other hand the little occasions of happiness. Now it’s our choice what makes the difference. I dont know for how many days I am going to remember that there was something called as BPS and the end term, but am pretty sure that when I remember these 2 years, I will surely search for the memories and the first holi will definitely be a part of it. It’s not that people who played holi didn’t care about their end terms, but more importantly they knew that this little celebration won’t affect much. These are the people who could actually clear the mental blockage.
This applies to life as well. Life is all about the choices we make and our choices are our half chance. I am not saying that people who didn’t play holi did something wrong, but I just wonder that spending 2 hours on something which will bring life long memory, I think ROI is much better here.
It was almost 10:00 am in the morning and nothing significant had happened, so the remaining hopes also died off. But then I heard something, some sound of celebrations. At the same time, Ashish came to room and asked if we were going down to play holi? Offcourse we were. As we went down, the more enthusiastis were already beyond recognition and we were welcomed by a Splash of golden mud. And the party began. It was short and sweet. Everyone had in the back of their minds the dreaded Business strategy end term, so it ended really fast, but not before everyone present there enjoying to the core. The cherry on the cake was the participation of the gurls from the batch, who were quite sporty and played with full enthu.
As I came back to the room, I realised that the crowd at SP was already divided into two groups. The first one, because of whatever reasons didn’t involve themselves in the celebrations (though the reason was the BPS end term) and the second one, which despite of all the reasons had good time with friends. I realised that MBA is all about this. Every day, every moment each one of us will have some or the other “ very important “ job at hand and on the other hand the little occasions of happiness. Now it’s our choice what makes the difference. I dont know for how many days I am going to remember that there was something called as BPS and the end term, but am pretty sure that when I remember these 2 years, I will surely search for the memories and the first holi will definitely be a part of it. It’s not that people who played holi didn’t care about their end terms, but more importantly they knew that this little celebration won’t affect much. These are the people who could actually clear the mental blockage.
This applies to life as well. Life is all about the choices we make and our choices are our half chance. I am not saying that people who didn’t play holi did something wrong, but I just wonder that spending 2 hours on something which will bring life long memory, I think ROI is much better here.
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