Monthly Archives: June 2014

The Road Not Taken

Putting up the entire poem, just because it is my favorite 🙂

The Road Not Taken
– by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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5 Things You Should Know About The Stupid Engineer

Long time I have written a piece of character portrayal. This person is going to hate me for doing this but I also know he can’t hate me for long 🙂

Trying to reveal the different sides of the Stupid Engineer.

2I am not a miser just economic. Yeah, that’s how he says about himself. I am still figuring if he is one or not. From buying a kerchief to buying a phone, he bargains everything and everywhere. There might be a Fixed Price board outside, but he doesn’t leave that chance of grabbing the 0.001% of discount. His regular way of bargaining “arey sirjee, hum to regular customer he”, though he might be visiting the place for the first time.  He doesn’t spend a single penny on clothes but ends up spending on all discounted eatable and non-eatable items. Give him a discount and talk to him nicely – Yes, that’s the trick but not necessary, it will work. He hates spending money be it on anything and keeps a count of every 1 rupee he spends. Good part is that he wishes everyone among his friends and enemies to be the same.

However, he can spend up to 15k for face cleanups; only, if the bill can be claimed against tax submission.

3I am a Mamma’s boy. Is that a problem? No it is not. Be it good or bad, my mom is ever right. That’s his belief not just for his mom but for all moms. This is a thing with almost every Indian man but with him, it’s a bit more. He respects the entire elderly female gender, especially, those who are mothers. Others, I would rather not say a thing ;-).  His mom might ask for the star or the moon, and he will get it for her. The only person for whom he can die for and is committed to is his mother. You might make fun of him for being a mamma’s boy and same thing might irritate you sometime but the same thing will also make your respect him as a son.

After Karan Johar, it’s only him in India.

4I am the ‘Muft Ka Gyaan’ Ambassador.  You might not be his closest friend or among the good listed colleagues but he is ever ready to give you advice. Be it on personal terms, professional terms, money, house, relationships or anything, he does give advice. Though, he might be bad at some but nothing can stop him from giving free advice or as we say ‘muft ka gyaan’. He says that he doesn’t enjoy talking but when it comes to advising, he can go on and on and on. Looking for some free advice on anything and everything? Get in touch with this guy.

But wait, he does charge when you ask him for a real advice. It seems you should never give away any secret success mantra for free.

5I am a live scanner. All the ladies, if you think all those inners and linens are good enough to hide your assets then you haven’t met our live scanner. A Phd holder in women, he knows the best about women, at least that’s what he feels. He collected all his needed information from Google and yes, how can I miss the Library books. I bet even if you blind fold him, he can scan through the first girl in the row, the second one, the third one and the fourth one too.

Besides counting money and talking with his mom, this is his all time favorite hobby.

6I am the King, King of Gaalis. He needn’t be angry to give gaalis aka abusive words. He might be very angry, hurry, funny, irritated or at times happy, and he comes with all the slangs available in Hindi and Punjabi language. With the amount of fluency that these gaalis pour out, even the artists will feel ashamed of their dialogue delivery. Every New Year, he makes this resolution to stop with gaalis, and I am sure, the next year and all coming years, he will be doing the same.

And who says he means it when he gives gaali. It’s just too fluent and unavoidable, of course for him.

Did you judge him? Don’t do it so quick. Above all these, you can’t help him being a nice human being. He might be the greatest miser but doesn’t think twice before helping the needy, his friends and family, not just financially but every way possible. A mamma’s boy he is but he respects all mothers and that’s not a bad thing; not at all. He gives you free advice but most of the times, his advice really works. He can be a live scanner but trust me, he can be more than a brother, a father and a guide to you, all you need to do is connect to him and be real. He does use abusive words but when he is wrong, he doesn’t mind saying sorry even a hundred times. A person who can love you to the extremes and hate you to the extremes but to love you afterwards even more. He doesn’t have the hate list people because all he know and want to give is love, for those whom he hates, he just choose to ignore. Though I have enough reason to dislike this person, I can’t thank him enough for many things.  That’s him. You can’t dislike him because you are left with only one choice and that is to like him 🙂

Not just 5 but he has many such character traits which I will reveal some other fine day. Signing off for today.

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A Poetic Conversation

Around 12th April 2011, when I was surrounded with mixed feelings and was as amateur as today in terms of handling emotions, I had a poetic conversation with this guy, a  good friend of mine in today’s date. It started with a chat and we were talking normally when the conversation turns poetic; naturally indeed. Was thinking of scribbling this conversation to my space for sometime and today I am doing it finally…

downloadA poetic conversation between a Sad girl (G) and a Jolly guy(B):

( G): Floods of tears created a great ocean amidst my soul is sinking by and by ……

( B): thou shall then catch a small boat named hope and float along the sea of life

(G): in the desert of miseries and loneliness, hope is like a drop of water…my soul is thirsty…waiting for a miracle

(B): have the papaya juice of friendship and enjoy the sweetness that it pours into thy soul

(G):hundreds of friends i have, few are close too…yet m lonely, yet m silent..

(G):amidst the merry making crowd, there is someone crying, amidst cheering laughter, there is sobbing tears…i have a smile in my lips but my heart refuse to smile…

(B):O lonely bird, imprisoned in the mind cage thy itself created, spread the wings of heart, fly above the cloud of worries,indulge in the sweet fresh air of merriness, you will hear more laughter,less cries…..friends

(G):i flew and flew the air of love, the sky was lovely, the air was pleasant, carried away by emotions i was flying on and on…till my wings were cut and my eyes were bleeding…

(B): the feathers of hope thy bear,those tender things of love,clasped in the strong clutches of forged love, why fly into the wicked web of hope, why not steer away

Thank you Jolly Guy for that day. Hope you stay as jolly as ever. Signing off for today 🙂

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