Can't wait to grow up.....

Wow....my last post was 2.5 years back. So many things have changed since then. I am married, have a daughter (in that order) and I have changed jobs. Time flies real fast man! I remember when I was a kid, I couldnt wait to grow up. Be like my parents with a job and money to spend. I would think that it was cool that adults can spend money without asking anybody for permission, while I would have to beg and make a puppy dog face to ask for 10 bucks.

This is what came up when I googled images of  Beggar with puppy dog face 

I would always discuss with my friends about how cool our parents have it. No school, no homework, no begging for money, no 7 PM curfew, nothing. One cannot stop growing up and before I knew it, I was sitting for the placements in IRMA looking forward to my first paycheck and independence from my parents regarding money.
But now that its been five years in the "grown up" world, I realize that life as an adult is much much worse than life as a child, and here's why:

1. Yearly reviews: I remember how I would try to hide my report card at the end of each year from my parents. It would feel like my whole world was going to collapse if my parents saw that the highest marks I obtained was in SUPW. I hated those report cards. My mom would show me an A+ which I scored in Prep class and say, "Kitna intelligent tha. Ab dekh. Awaragardi karta rahta hai". I hated those annual moments of Parent Teacher meetings getting appraised by my teachers. "He can score good, if only he concentrates more and talks less. Only if he studies more and plays less. Only if he works more and eats less and so on and so forth......"
But atleast, those appraisals would happen only for 12 years. But as an adult, you have to face these damn appraisals for 30-35 years. "You have performed well in this area, but in this particular area you have fared very badly. So, overall, you have not performed at all" Atleast as a child, your marks, or lack of them would not affect the economic situation of your household. But with inflation running like a rabbit and salary ambling along like a tortoise, the appraisals affect your economic situation.

Apply the same principle in salary increments, of course not with such high percentages

2. Homework: Why the hell did teachers give homework? Couldnt they finish the syllabus during school time. Doing my homework would eat into my Swat Cats, Ghostbusters, Batman time........basically sitting in front of the TV picking my nose time. In the age where friends were the only Google you had, someone would mention that in countries like USA and Greenland, children were not given any home work. In fact, children were spanked across their bums if they did not go out and play during the evening. We would sit during the lunch breaks and imagine living in such places. I couldnt wait to grow up and do away with all this homework shit once and for all.
And then these bastard computers were invented. Since the computers, laptops and internet have become common, there is no concept of offices and homes. You basically transport your ass from one place to another, but the function it performs remains the same - to sit on a chair while you type in reports and respond to emails. Yeaaaaaaah.....its a 3 day weekend - you would shout when you see the office holidays calender but basically it means you would be sitting at home doing home work for three days rather than going to the office.
Atleast your parents helped you out for doing your homework because they wouldnt want Sharmaji's son to score more than you in the exam whereas with the office homework you are on your own.

Like Sunny Deol taking on the whole pakistani army.........but you are no Sunny Deol

3. Money: This was the part for which I couldnt wait to grow up. Earning money and spending it on things that mattered in life. Like video games, cool drinks, patties, pizza, burger and movies. Hey, as a child thats all you want. Although my parents never refused to give me money, but I couldnt wait to become independent in terms of earning and spending money. Wouldnt it be great to dive in like Scrooge Mcduck every month into your bank account?

And then I realised what a trap it is. Spending money as an adult is as much an effort as it is earning it. By the time the salary is credited to your account, the Government already has bitten into it through the income tax department. Next comes the loan officers and the credit card departments and the EMI folks. They are as much happy at your salary being credited, or may be more, than you are. Then comes your investments and savings and retirement funds. So, basically what you started out with was a big juicy slice of pizza but what you end up with is a little something more than the outer crust with which you have to satisfy your hunger. 

Other kids watched porn for fantasy, I watched Maalamaal

4. Getting up and sleeping when I want: I remember that the most fun programs would start on TV after 9 PM. Like Aahat, Tahekikat and the 18+ certified movies on Star Movies. But everyday, I would have to finish my dinner by 9 and get into bed by 915. This was a rule which was unbroken as long as were did not go out of station and this continued till I was in 6th standard. Everyday I would go to bed with a pout on my face and begging my parents to let me watch TV for 10 more minutes.

Begging with a puppy dog face

Also, I would have to wake up at 545 AM in the morning, be it either summer or winter because our school bus would come at 630 AM sharp. I hated going to sleep early and getting up early was always a chore. I couldn't wait to grow up and sleep till 7 AM and wake up till 11 PM to watch TV (I know, I had very low ambitions).

But as an adult, it is twice as hard. You don't feel like sleeping even at 1 AM in the night and you don't feel like waking up even at 8 AM in the morning to go to office. The bed is such a magical place that if you are out of the bed you dont want to get on it, but once you are sleeping, you never want to get out of the bed.

                                 
But alas, humans are never meant to be satisfied. Now that I am an independent working adult, I cannot wait for retirement and old age to come when I can sleep when I want and get up when I want and basically park my ass in front of the TV and maybe even sleeping in front of it. But that another entry for another day. My dreams of a post-retirement life.

Half Marathon hai bhaiya......

I finished my second half marathon, thats 21 km biyatch, two weeks back, the Hyderabad Heritage Marathon 2012. And for 90% of you guys reading this post who would no doubt be smirking and saying "auto pakkad liya hoga saale ne", I have 9 words for you......................................"Come to my house and see the finisher's medal".

Anywaaaayj, I ran for myself to prove that even though I might have gained 15 kilos since my school age, I can still run baby. There are about 700 guys and gals running besides you, and God has made each one of us unique and special in our own ways, there are still a few groups of people who are present in each race, and they are:

1. The professional runner: This guy I usually do not get to see anytime during the run. He stands in front of everyone, and finishes ahead of everyone. By the time I finish half of the half marathon, matlab ki "pauva" marathon, he would have finished with the 21 kms and gone home, had beer and slept. I on the other hand, might be realizing the fact that you still have 55% of the course to finish, and might even develop the sudden urge to pee.

2. The "fast" runner: He is the kind of guy I get irritated about. The guy who thinks he can sprint intermediately and be able to finish ahead of the other "slow" runners. I am always reminded of the tortoise and the hare story because of this guy. He runs, stops, runs again, stops.....pants, gasps. Some of these people do get to finish the course, but others........just plain irritate me. Marathon bhaagne aaya hai, ya 100  metre dash......

3. The babe in shorts: In each of the marathon my strategy has been to find out that one girl runner who runs as fast, or as slow, as me and not to leave her side during the run. She is the one motivation factor which keeps me going. I run besides her, ahead of her, behind her (the best view), but sadly on both occasions they have finished ahead of me.

4. The senior runners: People sure are fitter than me. In both marathons, there were people who were easily twice my age, and were running twice as fast as me.....At their age, I would be happy if I can make the regular trips to the bathroom on my own.

5. The runners who finish behind me: This is the group I like most. Because they prove to me that there are people who are slower than me, and that I am not that bad. I have been lucky enough to finish as an average racer in both the marathons. But the point is that for the runners ahead of me, I lie in this category.

6. The topless guy: In every race, there are a few people who like to run topless. Sadly, they are all men. They usually start off wearing the normal tshirts, but when you see them during the race, the tshirts are tied around their waist. Looking at them, I wish I could also be able to run topless. But alas........

7. The guys in jeans/trousers: Who the hell runs 21 km/ 42 kms wearing jeans or trousers. Its usually these guys. The champus, running around wearing jeans, yammering and talking and looking as if they have come out to the park for a stroll. The irritating fact is they still complete the race, usually ahead of me, and do not look the least bit tired.

I dont yet know what prompted me and my friend to enter our first half marathon, but boy, when you reach that finish line, the feeling is indescribable.  I hit my runners' block at around the 15 km stretch. The pain I felt during the 15th to 17th km of the course was equivalent to nothing I had ever experienced. But the matter of ijjat lutna if I stop without completing the race kept me going.


Until the next marathon..........

Bas main points dikhade, baaki main khud likh lunga

Exactly 10 years ago, I was on my way along with my parents to join Haryana Engineering College (HEC), Jagadhri, Haryana as a first year student of Instrumentation and Control Engineering. Instrumentation and Control Engineering was a branch with "bahut sahi scope", it still is.
All I wished for on seeing my college was for it to get over as soon as possible. But at the end all I could think of was how fast time flies by when you have great company and friends who become more than your family. Aah......friends, your hostel mates, class mates, beer buddies, best friends, band buddies, the-know-who-i-have-a-crush friends.
My life would have been an empty can if not for the people I met in HEC, Jagadhri gaon, Yamunanagar zilla Haryana. They taught me how to live alone, curse, smile, have a sense of humour, and basically have fun in college.
Reminiscing about those four years always brings a smile to my face. A few memorable lines from those four years are:

1. "tu toh mera yaar hai" - This line is spoken usually after downing a few beers. Male camaraderie reaches a new high at this point, and suddenly its all bros before hoes. A few drinks later this line even gets changed to I love you yaar, especially by guys who have a crush on a girl and unable to tell her, but they still want to utter this sentence for the satisfaction of saying it to somebody.

2. "Abey woh sahi ladki nahi hai" - Fast friends look out for each other and the single bros look out for each other even more. No matter who the girl you have a crush on, if she does not reciprocate, these i-got-your-back friends would put her on the "nahi sahi" list. This list is basically a list of girls who are not worthy of your attention and for whom you are too talented and cool to be seen with. At the end of four years, you might even reach a point where every girl in your batch or college is not sahi. Except for the one who said yes to your friend.

3. "Ek second bike diyo" - Having one's conveyance is always good. But having friends who do not have their own, is a pain in one's carburetor. Frequently, you will hear this dialogue from a friend, or an acquaintance, asking you for your bike/scooter for just ek second, and you will have an expression on your face saying "bhe****d, ek second mein toh chaabi bhi nahi ghoomegi". But nevertheless you do give the bike, because lord knows when you might be on the other side of the road.

4. "Tune notes banayein hain?" - This line is sometimes said angrily, but most of the times its said with a relief like one feels when the power comes back on after a long power cut. Relief because all the while you had been bunking classes, or staring at that nahi sahi crush of yours across the room, your friend had thankfully either been making notes or jugaading them from some diligent student in the class. But 2 days before the exam, what more can you ask for.

5. "Is semester se pahle se padhai karenge bc" - The exams are over, the beers have been drunk and now the brainstorming for making a road map for the next semester begins. This line is told a minimum of 7 times during the course of years, and each time it is more earnest and from the heart than the previous time. But alas, it is just a noise brain makes, and you wish you hadnt said it aloud in front of your other friends, who immediately reply back with either laughter, or a "bc.....har baar yahi bolta hai.....bc".

6. "Bhai ke saath aise karega tu"/"Papa ke saath aise karega tu" - During the four years of college, each guy in the batch becomes your brother or father at least once. The first sentence here is mostly said by guys who are not your close friends and who are requesting a favor from you. You of course try to say no a couple of times, but in the end bow down to their "bhai ke saath aise karega tu" line. The second sentence is said by your close friends who demand, not request, a favor from you. You of course try to say no a couple of times, but in the end they snatch the money/bike keys/pen/toothpaste/note book from you while shouting "bc papa ke saath aise karega tu".

7. "10 minute mein utha diyo" - When its the regular semester, every one of us is an insomniac. We stay awake till 5 in the morning chatting online, on phone, smoke signals, and what not. But all this quota of sleep has to be finished during the exams. There are sure to be a few in the group, who nod off after reading the first two pages of the above mentioned notes. Their pet line "10 minute mein utha diyo", to which if you reply "Yes" they will fall asleep for two hours and then curse you for not waking them up. But if you say "No. You always do this during the exams", they usually say the papa ke saath aisa karega tu line, fall asleep and wake up after two hours cursing you.

8. "Oh bhanchod....." - One of the classic lines one learns in college, or today's children learn in school. It can be used when one is happy/angry/confused/drunk/bored/sad/urinating/playing/sleeping. Each of the above sentence usually begins with this one and ends with it. "Oh bhanchod, it is raining, bhanchod", "Oh bhanchod, tire mein hawa nahi hai, bhanchod", "Oh bhanchod, bhanchod chod gaya, bhanchod".

These are only a few lines which I can remember as I am writing this blog, but I am sure that there were many more. But my memory seems to be fading after 10 years.
I have also changed the outlook of my blog a little.....thanks for noticing. Its kind of more cheerful now, I hope. I also hope that I can change from the depressed, self loathing individual I used to be from inside. As in the words of Bob Dylan -

People are crazy, times are strange

I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range

I used to care, but things have changed

Maa ka phone

I literally have nothing to talk about with my parents. I swear. Its not like I dont want to (ok, at some level I would like to keep the conversations at a minimum), but its just that I dont have anything to talk about.
Everyday, as the sun sets over the western horizon, and I wake up from my afternoon nap (either at home, or at office), the mobile rings with the name "Maa Pyaari Maa" flashing on the screen. Everyday the same conversation follows, give or take a few monosyllables from my side:
Maa: How are you? Kya kar raha hai? Kahan hai?
Me: Theek hun
Mataji: Lunch kar liya? dinner bana liya? Kya khaya? Kya banaya? Maid aayi thi?
Me: Haan
Maa: Today was a very hectic day in office. I just finished my work. Walking home now. Your father did not come to pick me up. Bhalla aunty was on leave today. You remember her? Her son has found work in USA. He is earning $ 120 k. His parents are very happy. They are looking for a girl for him. He will be married by next year. When will you earn that much? When will you marry? Are you still going to continue in that dreadful job of yours?
Me: Yes
Maa: So what is new with you?
Me: Nothing
Maa: It is raining so much here. The streets are clogged. There are a lot of power cuts too. How is the weather there?
Me: Theek hai
Maa: What theek hai? Why dont you say anything? Bhatia aunty's daughter and Kumar uncle's son tell so many things to their parents. And you answer like a robot. Why dont you tell about your job, your house?
Me: Kya bataun?
Maa: You are just like your father (sob sob)........ you dont tell me anything (phone cut)

All this happens in perhaps a minute or two. Damn that Bhatia uncle's daughter and so-and-so's son. The conversation that my pyaari maa expects is more on the lines of:
Maa: How are you?
Me: Main theek hun. I was a little sore in the morning, but that may have been because I did not sleep in the correct position last night. Now I am ok. I was also confused about whether to wear my brown shirt or the blue one today for the meeting, but dont worry, I got that sorted out. I wore the black one.
Maa: What are you doing?
Me: I am in office right now, trying to make my typist understand the difference between "Your" and "You're".
Maa: Had your lunch? Did the maid come?
Me: Yes, I had three rotis and baigan sabzi. The maid came, I told her today that is she takes one more leave, I am going to cut her pay. I also made her clean the cobwebs. There were so many in the house. I also followed her around the house, so that she sweeps the floors properly.

Maa: Do you remember Bhalla aunty? Her son.......

Me: Who went to the US? Yes, I remember him.

Maa: He has got a salary of $120k.

Me: Wow, he was always intelligent and smart. Good for him. I hope he settles down now and gets married.

Maa: Yes, yes. He is going to get married. His parents are already looking for a girl for him.

Me: Oh, how lucky. I hope I get out of this dreadful place, so that I can get married soon too.

Maa: Dont worry. Chalo, I gotta go now.

Me: Ok, but please do call after you reach home. I will be waiting for your call.

Alas, as in other things in life, I have never met her expectations of a phone call either. The only time my conversation skills come vaguely close to the one described above are when I am drunk, and trying to hid the fact that I am drunk.

On the other hand, I am always ready to have a phone 'chat' with my "Pujya Pitaaji". Not that he calls that often, but sometimes "Maa Pyaari Maa" would have over the phone to him after failing to get suitable multisyllable responses from me, "Yeh loh. You talk to your dad. (sob sob) You both are alike. I have failed in my upbringing. Bhatia uncle's son.........", her voice would trail off and "Pujya Pitaaji" would take over.

Pitaaji: How are you? Ok, no?

Me: Yes. You

Pitaaji: Me too, ok.

Me: Ok

After that a long silence, where you could even hear a fly landing on the sofa cushion in the adjoining room, would ensue.

Pitaaji: Ok, take care

Me: Bye bye

Aaah......my dad totally gets me.

Gotta go now, the phone is ringing.

700 million KLPDs

Yeah, India won the world cup. We are world champions. The hotels and bars did good business. The streets were filled with the sounds of Indians yelling "Bharat Mata ki Jai",

"Na chahiye roti, kapda aur makaan,

Humein bus chahiye World cup aur Sri Lanka ki gaan* "

The entire country stayed up late into the night watching the cricketers kiss the world cup like they would never even kiss their wives. Every tax evader, rapist, murderer, conman, child molester, politician, was suddenly proud of being an Indian.

But where the hell was Poonam Pandey??? The only other Indian I wanted to see after the world cup was Poonam Pandey. I turned to every news channel, every sports channel and every tabloid channel, but alas, she had gone into hiding. In the run up to the Pakistan match, according to Poonam Pandey, her parents were really proud of her that she is doing something for the country. Tears welled up in my eyes reading about her proud parents. I wish I could do something my parents would be proud of, but all I am doing is wasting my life here in Sundipenta working with tribals.

I turned to India TV, the best on field news reporting channel and the only channel which shows news that matters to the common man, but all they could afford was Rakhi Sawant jiggling her 21st century scientific instruments to a song crooned by a reject of the Mika Singh band.

I only hope that Poonam Pandey keeps her end of the bargain, because the Boys (or Men) in Blue did not bleed for nothing. A nation awaits you, Poonam Pandey, please do not disappoint your nation, your friends, your family and me........

Shaadi Waadi

Life moves fast, I mean really fast, I mean really really really fast. Just yesterday (actually 20 years ago), I was hanging onto my father's shirt for dear life when he had dropped me off at school on my first day. I remember sitting in the last seat and crying all through the day. I remember how five years later, I was trying to learn judo during my summer vacations and got so badly beaten up in the first tournament that I ran to my mother in front of all the spectators and contestants. I remember how yucky we used to feel if we had to talk to a girl, or worse, the teacher would make us sit with one.

Four years later, I would be staying up all night during the board exams preparation time to watch the Playboy channel on a channel, TB6 Mokba, which was to be banned by Sushma Swaraj after a month or so. I remember how my stomach was doing somersaults while I was waiting for the XII board exam results. I remember so many things, that its hard to believe they happened years ago.

As one approaches one's death, each new stage of life comes faster than the previous ones. Last Saturday, a new phase of my life begun, trying to find a girl for marriage.

Although I had told my parents I wasnt very interested (key word is very) in meeting someone, they had fixed up a meeting with the girl's parents this weekend. After a hectic day in a meeting discussing about chenchus and NREGS, I was not at all enthusiastic about going to someone's house and talking to their girl. But we went, the five of us, me, my parents, my uncle and aunt.

I was very apprehensive of how the meeting would go, but I guess its somewhat easier on the guy and his family than the girl's.

So, we went and we met. I couldnt keep smiling and had to bite my lip to keep from openly laughing. The reason was the conversation being carried out between our families. It was on all the topics one can find under the sun. From language to telengana to religion to politics to cricket to the origins of the recipe for sambhar. And then when the girl walked in, all the conversations stopped. It was like the aftermath of the hiroshima bomb...dead silence. I wondered why it was that way. The men started looking at the tv showing the match between Sri Lanka and Pakistan. The women were looking at each other. The girl was looking at her sister, I was looking at her sister.

I waited for a while hoping that somebody would tell us to talk alone if we wanted to, but nobody was willing to take the initiative. After about 10 minutes, my uncle leaned towards me and whispered, "If you two want to talk alone, you can take her outside." He reminded me of the shady dealers who used to approach you whispering "blue film, blue film" in palika bazaar.

I told him, "Of course. How can I talk to her in front of so many people?"

"Yes, you are right. You two go out to the balcony" Saying this, he just went back to watching the match.

I waited there, hoping that my uncle would do something, but he seemed to think that his part was over. Hence, I stood up. I could not wait any longer for it to end and for me to eat. I took her aside and we talked for close to 45 minutes. Near the end, I thought I heard my mom saying, "Looks like they have really hit it off". I had to do something so that the girl would reject me and not the other way around. Actually, I think she had already rejected me, but anyways just to be on the safe side, I told her about my drinking problem, my mood swings, and the occasional doping (subject to availability of the material). I also told her I hate going to temples, and doing poojas and all.

While leaving their home, her brother asked me for my number so that they could be in touch, to which the girl replied that its of no use since I stay in Srisailam. I smiled as I realized my work was done.

The strange part was that on our way back home, nobody in the car asked me about what I felt. The silence on the topic felt as if I had just been diagnosed with cancer. Again I had to take the initiative and I said that I did not like the girl, case closed.

Mummy, papa aur main

My house is worse than a pig sty. And I am living worse than a pig. No other human on the planet keeps his house this way. Look at all the cob webs, has the wash basin ever been cleaned? Why are there empty plastic bags, why are there only two spoons in the entire house, why is there only one cup for coffee? What will your uncles and aunts say when they visit your house, why dont you marry someone nice, she will take care of you.............

This is a sample of questions which were fired at me as soon as mom entered my house yesterday in Sundipenta. I looked pleadingly at dad to help me out, but he was already moving towards the refrigerator, "Why isnt there any cold water?".

Its only been two days, but I have made around 100 trips to the market to purchase some item or the other. Its only been two days, but I cleaned up all the cobwebs. Its only been two days, but I miss going to the wine shop. Its only been two days, but all our conversations have dried up.

Ok, I sound too much like a child hating his parents, but it isnt like that. I love them, but only when there is a buffer zone (like Sienfeld said). I have a certain way of living my life, ok, I dont take food at regular timings, I dont clean my shirt before wearing it a fifth time, I dont keep following my maid around giving instructions, I eat, sleep and drink on the floor.....but its my life. Its my life at Sundipenta.......

And over the previous few days, I am regularly going to sleep at 10 pm (my usual timing is around 3 am), just so that the day is counted off. Suddenly office seems a cheerier place to spend my time in.

What's in a name, you say???

0515 am

"Uth bhaanc***d. We are late", said Avinash and kicked me. I woke up groggily and looked at my watch. I saw that it was only 430 am, so what the hell was Avinash talking about. Ok, so we were a little late, by a half hour, but we could still make it to the airport to catch the 7 am flight to IRMA.

I went to the washroom and after a little while, Avinash banged on the door, "Khol bhaanc***d. Late ho gayein hain hum".

0530 am

'Bhanc***d is such a nice word', I thought. It can be used in any sentence and yet, it doesnt change the context of the sentence. I came out and looked around me. Everything seemed hazy and slow. Only Avinash was on a roll, moving from here to there like the road runner cartoon. I couldnt make out why he was in such a hurry.

"Where is the cab. Call him and ask him why he is late?", I told Avinash

"He called six times around 345 am, and left. Its 530 now.", He replied.

"What?!!! Bhaanc***d. I was in the toilet for an hour?"

"Nahi bhaanc***d. We woke up fifteen minutes back. Now hurry.", he cursed

I picked up whatever stuff I could lay my hands on, changed into a pair of jeans, and rushed out with him in the lead.

0540 am

An hour and twenty minutes to go the flight. We came to the main road. An auto wasnt going to take us to the airport that fast. Luckily, an empty cab stopped by us and we got in.

"To the airport. Fast", we both shouted to the cab driver, and just to emphasis our point, "Bhaanch**d".

As we were driving towards the airport at a speed which was fast according to the driver, but still seemed slow to me, the events of the previous night came back to me in flashes. To celebrate our going to IRMA on an official trip to give a presentation, we had decided to bring a bottle of Blender's Pride, and some touching (snacks) items to go along with it. Around 3 am, both the liquor and touching got over, and all I kept thinking was we shouldnt fall asleep, we shouldnt fall asleep, we shouldnt fall.....zzzzzzzz.

0630 am

After paying the cab driver, we raced towards the check in counter. We thought we had made it, but were politely told that the flight was closed. Since, this was the second time I was missing a flight, it didnt come so much as a shock to me as it did to my friend who tried a lot to convince the people-who-think-they-are-the-PM-of-India behind the counter to let us in, but in vain.

0634 am

Losing the battle to the airlines, we decided to transfer our flight to the next available one which was leaving at 0930 am to Ahmedabad. With us was another man, Muhammad Quadir, who had missed his flight too.

To transfer the ticket, we had to cancel the previous ticket and book the next flight out. Muhammad and Avinash ran to the cancellation counter, while I made my way to the booking counter.

0636 am

The next flight out was a SpiceJet one leaving at 0930 am. I was told that there were only 3 seats left, and if we wanted to book them, we would have to do it asap. The tickets would cost us Rs. 3000 extra each. Since there was nothing to do about it, I handed him my credit card and told him to book two tickets. I filled up the application form and our tickets were booked.

0641 am

Avinash and Muhammad came to the booking counter. Our ticket was booked, and we started to make our way out to the lounge area. Muhammad was informed by the booking person that only one seat was available on the flight. He was handed the application form and asked to fill up soon since it was the last seat.

Muhammad looked a little dazed by the form, and requested me to fill it up.

"Sir, please hurry. The seat might get booked any minute now. Its the last one available on the flight", said the SpiceJet fellow.

The first question being name of the passenger, I wrote "Muhammad", but was a little confused by the spelling of Quadir. He told me to write "Q-U-A..."

"Sir", the booking person said, "The cost of the ticket has increased by Rs. 3000. It will now cost you Rs. 6000 more."

Muhammad let out a little sigh and muttered, 'Bhaanc***d', under his breath

We met another person who had missed his flight the previous night, and was waiting for the next one since the last 12 hours, but his is another story to tell. All in all, we swore never to get wasted again in life, or to tell you the truth, never to get wasted the night before a journey, bhaanch**d.

Ankanna

Oh man....its been like 3 months since I have visited my own blog. I got sick of it, I got tired of it, I did not know what to write. There were many people whom I wanted to curse and bad mouth, a million things going wrong with my life.....so I just drifted with the wind, floated with the waters, did not do anything to disturb the status quo. But now I think, its time to take charge of the situation, to grab THE MAN by the balls, and most important of all, not to throw in the towel just yet.

In other news, I was recently given my very own personal attender. I wished he was a female, but anyways. His name is Ankanna, and yes, he is a chenchu. He follows me around like the hutch network, which is kind of weird for me. It makes me feel like a total government babu. But finally, I can get the morning newspaper, and he also brings me food and other stuff. On the field trips, he carries around my notebook and a water bottle. I feel bad for the guy, but since he has nothing else to do, he wants me to give him some work or the other.

Happy new year, everybody......

PS: I have already broken all the resolution I made, but who gives a crap when one is staying in Sundipenta

Ho ho ho....and a (half) bottle of vodka

I got up this morning feeling somewhat different. Whether it was good different or bad different, I did not know. But something that I did or did not do yesterday night, affected me. I slept a lot better and I woke up a bit early. Actually, yesterday was the first night since a long time that I hadnt had alcohol. And no, it was not because I have suddenly decided to go sober or something. Its just that I was dead tired yesterday and just couldnt muster the energy to walk the 100 yards to my current favorite place in the whole world and buy a bottle of vodka.

Although I like the place, it just is not suitably located. It is barely a 100 m from my office and is in front of a bus stop which my office staff use during the evenings to board a bus back home. I scan around the entire perimeter, while going to buy a bottle, and if I find someone from my office who might recognize me, I move forward to the next shop to purchase maggi and curd. I hope that their curiosity turns to sympathy seeing their Project Manager purchase Maggi as his dinner and curd as his night dessert. If nobody is there, I go to the thekka and ask for a bottle of vodka. I keep glancing left and right and curse at the person behind the counter to hurry it up. But it always seems as if he is a person who has all the time in the world. I always give him 2 hundred notes, so that it becomes easier for him to subtract 180 bucks and return me the twenty rupees. But the damn idiot always uses a calculator to do this seemingly complicated subtraction. Then he counts the 2 hundred notes I have handed him, not once but twice. He looks at the calculator again to make sure. All this while my heart beats at 180 bpm, and I am sure I am going to have a stroke any second now. I just hope that nobody from my office comes and sees me standing at a wine shop and all their sympathy turns to disgust. The thekka walla, by this time has solved the complex algebra and has taken out two 10 rupee notes. He counts it twice too.....and finally hands over a half a bottle of vodka. "Am I supposed to carry this bottle in my hand, like a street bum, you asshole?", is what I want to shout at him, but out loud I say, "Okka plastic bag eeyandi" (give me a plastic bag). The handover of a plastic bag is again a 30 second procedure during which I again have to look over my shoulder twice hoping that I am not recognized by any of the people standing there. After all, I am Project Manager of ITDA Srisailam, who is purchasing vodka at a small thekka like a common drunkard.

But once I reach home and have taken the first gulp of the burning stuff, I attain nirvana and forget all my worries. It makes the whole ordeal, which I go through every night, worthwhile. hic

Rev-eeww meeting

Another review meeting has come upon me today. It feels just like last week that I managed to sit through one without falling asleep, and today the damn thing's upon me again. Actually, come to think of it, it was last week that a review meeting was conducted. I hate to sit through these meetings. I would rather be out on the field going in my car, with "On Govt duty, NREGS" printed on the number plate, looking at the poor souls walking or waiting for a bus to pick them up, passing me by, listening to songs chosen by my driver that appeal only to his aural senses.

But alas! These review meetings have now become a part and parcel of my job here. I have to write the agenda for these meetings a day before. And since the last 3-4 meetings, try as I may, I cant even think of enough points to make a one-page agenda (Font size - 12, spacing - 1.5). I also have to tie up the loose ends a day or two before, so that my boss does not get a chance to say his favorite line, "Why didnt you follow it up, Sudhir?".

Usually, the meeting which is supposed to begin at 11 am, begins at 1230. The staff, myself included, are more interested in looking at the clock rather than discussing about the fate of our beneficiaries. As expected, lunchtime come pretty soon. And off we go to a nearby restaurant, which would send any health inspector into a hundred year coma. The person who cleans our table with a dirty rag is the person who serves us food too. One hand holding his rag, another scratching his butt, he asks us for our order, in a tone, as if pitying the fact that we have to eat in such a restaurant. One should also take the care not to look at the floor below unless one wants to throw up. But I have stopped caring about such things. For me, one session of the meeting is over, and I have to deal with only one more.

The session after lunch is the toughest. I have to think about so many things to keep myself awake, that sometimes I wander off to my special place. The time goes by ever so slowly and all I can hope for is that the Sun god decides to call it a day early today. Once the NREGA and IKP (SERP's SHG movement), are over, I can sit back and relax while the health and education guys sweat it out. But somehow, everything gets linked with either of my two departments, and I am stirred from my siesta-with-eyes-open.

Oh, how I wish I was on a field visit today, or better yet, drunk and sleeping in my house today.

Musings of another PM

well.....i am having a writers' block.......nothing exciting is happening at my end except that i have recently purchased an ironing press and my clothes do not seem as wrinkled now as they looked earlier.....if I had been skinny, people might have even mistaken me for a chenchu tribal person....

This article has been written by my former neighbor in IRMA and current Project Manager of ITDA Eturnagaram, Kamal. He is the unfortunate reason I landed up in this job....

Tribal experience + ves and –ves of my Job…..!!!

Well, the inspiration to write about nature of my job came from a friend of mine whom I was telling about the nature of my job……

…I am presently in Bhadrachalam (AP) nursery, would stay here tonight…I have to see the quality of the plants.

“But you are neither agri nor horticulture graduate, how could u judge a plant’s quality”

but I am in gvt organisation and mind you I have a horticulture officer, who is supposed to come here to see the quality. I told her. Though it was 8 pm and he was on the way…I don’t know how my horticulture officer gained this expertise to check plant’s quality in the acute darkness.

She asked –“which plant”…

“Mango”. But“why only mangoes?” Because… these plants only can survive here…..ok…so “what is your work exactly?”

I said- Presently my job is to ensure that pitting for mango plants is done soon (this soon word has saved us in many horticulture plantation review meetings)…

Well, how much profit do you earn?

…And this was the question that penetrated my subconscious mind and I began to reflect upon the nature of my job and thought of writing this nonsense stuff.

I thought sudhir’s blog would be the right platform to express this nonsense and thankfully sudhir added this to his blog where there is a collection of nonsensical things.

..this might be of some interest for those inquisitive minds who want to know how we are living and how we are alive…or those who need some thought provocative stuff to rationalize their irrational choice( ask Sudhir).

My day usually starts at 8 am with a bang on my door and a few unknown telagu words…It’s the attender, who has come with tea. Despite my attempts (in Hindi) to tell him that he disturbs or rather annoys me, the same intensity continues while banging the door.

I have stopped taking south Indian breakfast here.(Even in IRMA I used to wake up late on Sundays) …I switch on TV and enjoy the tea… I feel lucky that monkeys haven’t pulled the wire the previous night as was done in the world cup football final match.

Before we move, one or two lines about my place- It is 110 km far from Warangal district, the place is Eturnagaram… don’t entangle yourself in pronunciation. I,too felt the same awkwardness in pronouncing the name first. Many a times the word “Garam” is enunciated and my creative visualization turns these thoughts into images…however, I don’t feel disheartened as Francis always stands by me. (His place is Rampa-choda-varam….and now he says RCwaram…what a creative style to hide an apparently …… name)

A single room has been given by my organisation (“Integrated tribal development agency”), a part of AP gvt tribal welfare department) which resembles like IRMA-ETDC room.

Well,having seen some promos of recently released movies in TV, and after pouring 3, 4 buckets of water on my body, I get ready for my office. The clock hits 11 but unlike many friends of mine, I am nonchalant. My office is as near to my room as was the distance between f block from Irma mess.

“Sahib aa gaye”…..”Good morning saar”….these words greet me. People give me the way. It seems they are not aware about my contract period, sometimes I think they consider me AP group 1 service employee…anyways, many sectoral officers prefer to come to office by car, as it is the common feeling if one comes by car, it elevates one’s status. However, the proximity of my room to my office renders car useless.

My cabin looks like a micro corporate room. A note book has been given to me by my office (money has not been reimbursed so far).

This lappy is smart enough to catchWi-Fi and I start reading e-newspapers in my office. Unlike other offices when most of us (tribal people) are in office, there is no work…I remind my office attendant about my pending salary or vehicle allowance. As usual he promises to solve it repu( tomorrow)….Those days when I don’t go office, usually four to five days in a week are such. I go for field visit….when and where, is decided by me….I take my vehicle and driver (gvt has given 2 vehicles.One jeep for rural type roads and other, Indica for pukka roads) and set in for my short journey.

I see myself in the front mirror of car and think, what a great respect this job has given me. If only I had been some more fleshy, it would have suited my personality (like shashikant)

But in my last visit to Hyderabad, I have discovered the way to become like Shashikant ...Now I don’t claim that I am a teetotaller… Shashikant has never admired me as much as he admired me when I sipped beer for the first time in “Hard rock café” last month.

But trying some beer here in Eturnagaram, is a risky proposition…think of a situation when people see that at 11 pm, one PM (program manager) is stealthily going to get some beer, it would run like a wild fire in my office... I don’t know how sudhir has managed his PR in Srisailam.

Distraction…so while moving in the car, it’s a great experience to zoom past forests ….99% of the journey time goes in listening to songs or eating sweet corns/drinking tea from stalls on the way.

Coming to my actual work, we have been given 2,3 responsibilities apart from NREGS work (20%) I see roadworks (30%) and horticulture works (50%). Later, two programs are in convergence with NREGs. I inspect the road with a team of technical persons to verify quality and talk to the contractors to speed up the execution of road works while maintaining quality. So as of now, I have been regarded as a positive catalyst to speed up the process and reach the target.

Having reached the habitations, I conduct a meeting with the village people and our discussion usually roams round the questions-why are you late in completing pitting or have you got the wages for this work? Did our officer visit the area? Show me the plantation site/road work, I want to see whether quality work has been done?

For me, usually 150, 200 km journey has become a common thing( it takes around 2 hrs. to reach to one side)…..

Unlike pure gvt deptts (10am-5 pm), generally all staff members remain in the office till 7pm. MY PO( the big boss of my organisation) remains till 8 or 8.30 in the night. I too don’t feel like going home early….there are people in the office….while in my room I am the only one person.

After coming backagain I thank the monkeys for not creating “khalal” in my entertainment…by then dinner is ready… an attender comes with tiffin, the food is being prepared in my POs kitchen…I watch a movie on HBO/ star movies and sleep with zero tension…we r the monopoly in the market no fear of targets. Amul people (esp. Goel ) might feel a bit jealous.

Two, three lizards that routinely come to catch some flies, also go for sleep as soon as I switch off the light at 1 Am.

2 reasons why one should not opt for the job like me..If you have insect phobia- lizards, mosquito, ants, frogs..( Neha left because of this ) and second if you haven’t lived alone…(Bhardwaj left )

We create much hoopla in Facebook…about salary. It’s true!!.we get salary after 15,20 days delay.

I am the only person here in Eturnagaram or rather in this entire Warangal district who knows no telagu, staying away from home, doesn’t like rice and is a vegetarian… everything is true.

But it is equally true that we are doing a great job in development administration…after all which organisation pays you 42 k for spending money on people?

Confucius says:- “choose a job you love so that you will never have to work a day in your life”… …I love this job, I never work a day for it interests me but…it’s also true that I amcounting my days..

Before I sign off, some more news from tribal people-

1. Shashikantpail has found a hope to continue in tribal deptt .He is falling in love with someone.

2. Sudhir’s parents are impressed by his achievements .They had lost hopes when even after M.tech, he couldn’t get a decent job.Sudhir is waiting for 5^th may 2013( 3 yrs in tribal and ticket to World bank).

3. Ghattu is prodigy in his family. His parents are happy that in this tender age, he earns more than 40k…he is soon to attain marriageable age for boys.

Thanks IRMA!!!!!

Yours

Kamal Kishor Pandey

Saas-bahu ka live episode

There are many memorable incidents one gets to see during field visits, and government meetings. Last week, I toured 350 km in one day visiting 14 villages. And let me tell you, in the morning, after breakfast, your heart might still beat for rural India and the poor beneficiaries. You might listen to them complain endlessly about the government not providing this and not providing that, but by the end of the day when your legs are tired from all the walking and your back hurts from sitting in a vehicle the entire day, you do not feel like listening to any more BS. And that’s what happens with me. By the time I reached the last village, I had stopped listening to all the begging and complaining. My mind started going off to my nice place. And that’s when it happened…..

An old woman was bitching about all the promises made by the government and still not delivering them, when, I guess her bahu, stepped in and took over the conversation. The old woman was aghast by at being cut off by her bahu like this. So she stepped behind her, and with her stick made mocking gestures as if she was going to hit her on the head. The bahu took no notice of this and continued her rambling, but the other villagers were enjoying this saas-bahu episode unfolding in front of them. The saas, encouraged by the attention she was getting, swung her stick back and this time with unimaginable speed swung it towards her bahu’s butt. But at the last moment she could not hold it back and the stick hit its mark with the magnificent force. The bahu was speechless and so were the saas and others. It looked as if the saas would have a stroke at that moment. Although, some of the villagers stood speechless, some others, having the sensitivity of a log of wood, burst out laughing. I could not laugh out loud because I am the Project Manager, but my drowsiness had completely vanished. I love these field visits…

Oh, and in the governing body meeting last week, an MLA advised a forest official that if the Forest Deptt has permission to build roads of only 2.5 km, and if a 10 km road is needed, then why doesn’t the Deptt build 4 such roads.

I love such moments (however chhote chhote they may be)…………but I hate my life……

Madam is coming.....

Tuesday came and tuesday went. All that was left with me was this stinging neck ache caused due to sleeping on the couch in the field office the previous night. "Madam is coming!! Madam is coming", was all I got to hear the entire last week. And it wasnt the good kind of coming.... It meant that she was going to come to our field office in Mannanur, District Mahbubnagar, Andhra Pradesh.

So, as expected, everyone was excited, right from the wage seeker to the press to the Project Officer. And because she was coming for a special review of NREGS, that meant that the burden of welcoming her and making arrangements for her visit would invariably land on my shoulders.

After reaching the field office, I made my way to the school meeting hall where the meeting would be conducted the next day. The hall was actually the dormitory of thirty 5th standard students who were made to sleep outside in the night because "Madam was coming...".

As for me, my accomodation for the night was the field office with a couch that killed my back during the night and a toilet worse than the ones in our prisons.

I was also told to arrange a chhota PA system. What turned out the next day morning were these humongous speakers which could blow apart the entire school building if set at the proper volume. The VIP meals for 'Madam', Project officer, and other important people (like myself) were worse than the meals arranged by the school cooks for the regular staff who seemed more content than the important people after lunch.

Finally, news came that THE Madam is not coming, some other Madam is coming. And everybody heaved a sigh of relief (some am sure, broke some pent up wind too). The meeting went off as usual with the people from Hyderabad accusing the field staff of working irresponsibly, while the field staff complaining to me that the people in Hyderabad do not perform their functions at time. Caught in the middle was me, the lonely Project Manager (who had not signed up for all this crap) only thinking about the night when I would get to sleep on my loving bed in Sundipenta..........

"Freshen up, saaar?"

I love going for field visits. It gives me a feeling of satisfaction, of having done something with my day and not just frittered it away in front of the computer searching for movie news and online friends to pester. I especially love the journey part. I now have a Tata Sumo to travel in and though the seat is a little bit acute angled towards the front, I still like to travel in it. While going from one place to another, you are not actually doing anything, but you are still working. I love that aspect of field visits. It feels like I am on a mission, about to do some work at the end of the journey, but all I am doing is sitting on my ass and watching the Nalamala forests go by. And after every 50 km, I instruct my driver to pull over for tea and a smoke. I try to lengthen the car journey as much as I can.

Though it feels a little saddening when the journey ends, I like the attention I get when I reach my field offices. "Saar", "Namaste", and other wishes can be heard. But there are a few things that get on my nerve now and then.

The first is the freshening up process. Anywhere I go, the staff will start pointing to the toilet and ask "Freshen up, saaar?". First few times I thought they meant to ask whether I wanted to wash my face, so I would start walking towards the washbasin. The staff would suddenly have this strange look on their face when they would see me walk towards the basin and not towards the toilet. After a few hit and trials, I understood that by freshening up they actually were asking whether I wanted to use the toilet. Dudes, I am 26 yrs old, if I wanted to pee, I would. I wouldnt need to ask you where one goes to freshen up. I know, washbasin is for washing face and toilet is for peeing. I know its not the other way round.

The second thing that irritates me is the press. They invariably turn up before me at the field office, and they have standard questions to which I now have started having a disliking for. "How many districts NREGA is being provided under?", "What is saar's name?", "Saaar ku telugu raadu?", blah blah blah, I do not know telugu, so I cant answer them, hence after the first few seconds I wander off to my nice place.

Another thing which I do not understand is why do people take it as a matter of pride to make their guests eat till they are bursting out of their pants and jockeys. Ok, I am a bit stocky, I admit it. That does not mean, I eat like a pig. And god, so much rice. I had not idea that India grows so much of it, before I came here.

But anyways, I love going to these field visits. Its nice to be with the field staff because they treat me like I know the solution to their every problem, which of course I do ;) I had to cut short my last visit though. My driver's child was suffering from high fever since last five days, and though he did not tell me, I could see that he badly wanted to come back home. And actually, I was missing my TV too......

So, I am back here in Sundipenta today and on friday will go for field visit again, and this time I will "freshen up". Maybe it will bring a smile on the faces of my field staff thinking that PM saaar "freshened up" here today...........

Alllaaalllaa, kooochhy koo

I hate travelling in state transport buses, and I hate it when my neighbor is a middle aged guy who cannot control his one year kid (and his own rear wind pipe). I hate it. Maybe I can tolerate it a bit if the kid is quiet throughout the journey and doesn't interfere with my train of thoughts, but no such luck ever comes my way. This weekend I had to sit for four hours alongside such a guy and his one year old attention seeking kid. If only I had taken the window seat, I could have pretended to be looking out the window and be lost in my thoughts. But there I was, sitting in the aisle seat and the kid pops into my view the second I turned my head to look through the window at the milestone indicating that Hyderabad (my paradise) was still 120 kms away. Our eyes locked and the kid smiled (ok, I admit he was cute), so I smiled back. Next thing I knew he was reaching out to me and the dad thought he could have a few minutes of peace himself if he transferred his burden to me.

I do not know what to do with kids. I actually don't like them. The only thing I could think of was poke him a little bit here and there and make those annoying baby sounds. "Ullluulluu, aallllaaallaa, koochhy koo", I tried to impress the kid by saying this. Next thing I knew, the dad was taking him back from me. I think he realized that the world was still not a safe place for small children post Michael Jackson. Poor MJ, he tried to heal the world, and instead made everyone a pedophile suspect.

Though a bit embarrassed, I was happy. I looked out the window again at the milestone indicating that though paradise was still 80 km away, it was nearer now.

Monday blues

Monday blues never hit me so hard before........well, I never had a job before, and although I would feel a little blue during college, but I would be in a happy state due to the previous night's "tea" sessions.....

But this monday is different because I came back from Hyderabad just this morning, and I will not mince words, it feels like crap coming back here. My one friend here is out of town (damn, I think I just gave respect to Sundipenta by calling it a town) and I will not be getting a chance to meet the ones I left behind in Hyderabad. Oh Hyderabad.......it is such a magical place!! You have streetlights, cars, buses, motorcyles, autos, chicks, multistoreyed buildings, pubs, restaurants, movie halls, and what not. But I shouldnt complain right, I am in Sundipenta, I have fresh air, scenic beauty, no traffic, 24 hours electricity, cool and calm ambience. Let me tell you, all the above sound real nice when you are coming here for a two day vacation, escaping from the things you take for granted in your cities and towns. So the next time anybody tells me that Sundipenta (or Srisailam) is a very nice place, remember that the smile and the nod I am giving them is only understating the immense happiness and pride I have in knowing the fact the I have to live here for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

First job, first salary, first woes

So fellas, whats up? Its been a long while since I have posted anything new and cribbed about my wonderful life. I am in Srisailam now, having returned to my ‘roots’. And let me tell you, except for the paycheck that I hold in my hand right now, job life SUCKS….big time. No more staying up late chatting with your friends over cups of the terribly sweet tasting tea, no more ip messaging, no more Saturday night grinds and ‘tea’, no more chit passing in class, no more sleeping in class (ok, maybe I get to do that in my review meetings now), no more unobtrusively observing girls (god’s only wonderful creation), and no more hanging out………
All my friends, my parents’ friends and my parents’ friends’ friends had congratulated me on my grand return to Andhra Pradesh for my job. “Now you are returning to your native place, your parents must be so happy”, was what they had said, missing out on the minor detail that I know as little Telugu as an engineer knows about fixing a broken television. “Turn it off and on. Maybe it will start working then”, is what I would always say to any of my neighbor who came to me to with an electrical problem during the two years I spent at home after my B. Tech, pursuing my M. Tech (which only took me farther away from engineering).
Anyways, I have to face the fact the I need to learn telugu, or else I would have to find another job. It is not fun when the field staff introduces me to the villagers as “Saar has come from Delhi. Saar does not know telugu”. Goddamnit why did not I learn telugu.
I was going along just fine till yesterday when I was given the task of telling my district officers to send the latest progress reports of NREGA through email in 30 minutes flat. That meant I had to instruct four people to get the work schedule, report whether they had stuck to it, state reasons for not doing it, and send it to my email all within 30 minutes. I wished their phones would be out of coverage area. My wish was granted with the first two phone calls. I thanked God and promised not to commit any sin for the next 24 hours. But the third officer picked up.
“Yes sir, good morning”, he said. I looked at the watch; it was 530 in the evening. Anyways, atleast he can speak some English, I thought.
“Sir wants the work schedule report of last month for your district and whether it was followed. And if it was not followed, then reasons for it. Send it to me in 15 minutes on my email”, I rattled off, not sure whether he would follow.
After a long gap of 10 second, the officer replied, “Yes sir, good morning”. I hadn’t gotten through.
“Sir wants the blah blah blah”, I repeated again, though this time I spoke as one would say “I aaaaammm yoouur mummmmy” to a new born baby.
“OK”, the officer replied a little hesitatingly, “Thankyou sir, good morning”.
“Can you repeat what I said”, I asked. I didn’t want him to send me a good morning card on my email.
“Yes sir”, he replied and he shut up. The noise of traffic was the only sound coming from his end of the phone.
I looked at the watch and already 10 minutes had passed trying to make him understand. “Are you in the field right now?”, I asked him, hoping that he was and this would be the excuse I would give to my boss for not getting the reports. The first task he had given to me was going down the drain in front of my non-telugu speaking face.
“Yes sir, CAMPPPP!!!”, he shouted excitingly having understood the first words since I had called him up.
“Ok, then. Send the report to me as soon as you reach office”, I said with a little relief.
“Yes sir, thankyou sir, Good morning sir”, he said with relief realizing that this conversation from hell was about to over.
I did not even dare call up the fourth officer. All I reported was that the phones were out of coverage area and I would get the reports the next day.
The first sentence I learnt to speak in telugu was “Naaku telugu ostundi”, and I was proud of myself thinking that I finally know how to say the “I know telugu”, until my friend pointed out that the above line means “Mujhe telugu aa rahi hai”. The only line I knew in telugu and it sounded like “mujhe susu aa rahi hai”. Shit, I hate this language…………………
PS: Will be posting pics of my “bungalow” pretty soon

Farewell (message)

Saying goodbye is sometimes the toughest (when you are saying it to your friends) and sometimes the easiest (when you are saying it to your parents) thing to do. I never thought I would become attached to people who were so different from me.....be it their taste in music, in movies, food, interests, etc.

I remember that on the last day of school, everyone signed each others' shirts with messages and wishes. It was tough (and a little fun :) to find a spot to sign on the girls' shirts, as you can imagine. But still, that plain white school shirt of mine is the one possession I have carried through my school days, apart from my low self confidence.

Darpan in IRMA is much the same thing. You write stuff about your batchmates, telling them how wonderful they are and how you are going to miss having them around. All the bad stuff about each other is forgotten on this one day. No matter how much you might have tormented them, stolen their stuff, made fun of them, copied from their papers and assignments, Dorpan day is there to make you friends again.........

Dorpan (no typing mistake) is how our MIS professor pronounces it........and my dorpan was something I would cherish and read till the time I don't need bifocals.....

" Thoda bhi nahin dunga"

Avinash

hi sudhir,

u are the most amazing guy of 29 .. tere jaisa mast, responsible, friendly, intelligent, funny banda shayad hi irma ko fir se mile.. no matter what the situation.. hv never seen u angry.. even at the joc meetings.. shayad u were the one who raised his voice least.. bt that does nt mean ki babita nd me will forget the gross injustice met to us by all u guys.. ;)

the way u single handedly organised the highlight of udaan'10 .. band-e-matram is really praiseworthy ... right from floating the idea to organising it.. u paid attention to every detail and the event turned out to be a grand susscess..

sabko laga tha ki tum watershed mein hi career banaoge.. bt koi na.. tribal dept mein bhi badhiya kaam karoge..

all the best for everything in life..do stay in touch..

Aparna

HI Sudhir....

you are very sweet guy. And, yes of course, with great sense of humour....tum kabhi bhi kisi ko hasa sakte ho....

I wish you every happiness in your life...

Keep Smiling!!!

Ritu(POGO)

Hey Sudhir, I worked wid you in MAC assignment. I really like your sense of humour. Its fun working wid you. I like your carefree attitude although you work seriously on the assigned task. Always keep smiling like laughing Budhdha..Wish you a wonderful life ahead. Be in touch..

Shashibala

ghar kab aaoge?????

Mom and Dad

woh pahle ke paise baaki hain abhi....

Haetal Bhai

Hey Sudhir,

You were the first PRM 29 student who I started interacting with and much before both of us joining the institute. Remember the GD classes at chandigarh ;-) And I never knew you would turn out to be my unofficial mentor here at IRMA as well. You sure are a great mentor - proved by the fact that I am in IRMA :) You have always come across to me as a very honest and straight-from-the-heart guy. Rare qualities.. :)

I wish you success and growth in everything you do. All the very best! :)

Nidhi

Hey Shy guy....

I guess sabse zyada maza maine kisi ke saath section B mwin kiya hai toh its u... our endless sms, chits and idiotic jokes knew no end....

i harassed u for a number of movies nd u torrented dem along wid family guy and south park... it was an absolute riot wid u becoming d paradigm shift urself.... not to mention ur love for water shed and toilet.... damn ur constipated poems and i still pity ur friend jisne pata ni kis ghadi mein tumse romantic advice maang li....

i wish u all d best nd i hope u get married soon....

Tanima

We know wat you did last summer!

Shilp

hey buddy!!!

tere liye kya likhun yaar...u were the first person in irma with whom i had an extended interaction... remember the day we went to bring SIMs (and our mobile nos are pretty close!!!)...he is the guy who made me internationally famous (!!!) through the roles of samay and the mockrock video...he was the guy who aksed me to become the CC...bt it was his magnanimity that he acepted the very responsible position of fblock CC and fulfilled his responsibilities with great elan (though sometimes he used to come at odd hours fr money..and i dont even remember the whethe the money was actually fr CC!!!)...u r jst awesome dude...the way u carry urself..nt getting even lil bit tensed may what come..the only tym i saw him tensed was b4 the plcmnt day...bt still he was showing his unbrushed teeth (:P)!! his sole aim of coming into irma was getting into AP tribal...nd hi did dat (dats he told me!!)..bt yaar seriously...u are a great guy...u hav the ability to laugh and make others laugh...being with u is absolute fun...and looking fr more fun..(ab toh main tere hi floor pe hun...aur paise bhi de diye hai...CC ke liye hi the na woh??)

keep smiling buddy!!! :)

Subhasis

K*-Kamal F 25 S*-Sudhir F 26

K- sudhir, I need some pages for printout

S- le ja

K-tu block selling main red colour ka shorts pehnna

S- chal be chal

K- tu lullan ka character karega be...tu lagta hai

S- saale!

K- yaar word doc main page no sahi kar de

S- hata be!! Kya karta hai( finally he does)

K- “eechak dana - beechak daana gaana sunao apne music system par?

S- ruk sale!! And he plays loud rock music!! Vibration hits my windows and I have to say it’s ok.. main gaana nhi suna raha hun.

WELL, SUDHIRA Team watershed gave me immense opportunity to know u ....Bhai u r perfect in everything..be it ur choice of music, videos, song, blogging, humour......communication skills...anand run... i feel, its very difficult to get a good neighbour like u in iRMA.

creative part-

Thanks for helping me in editing B&G. the part u edited was in fact the best part of the video....I loved ur dialogue- “mere bapu jib hi aisa karte the.....and widhwa maayein....dialogue in satta mundi”. I wish ki main bhi jatra waisa mock video bana pata.......I think ,that I have to learn a lot from people like u....i can’t even think of something new...forget implementation part..........

insights-

Though u look sluggish....I was amazed to see ur energy during “Band-e- Mataram” and during Anand run.....

It’s still a mystery as to how u manage to excel in so many things........koi insaan itna sab kaise ho sakta hai?

My heart says u are destined to go far ahead in ur life,if ever at any point of time in ur need some help, never hesitate to approach me.

I M SORRY IF KNOWINGLY OR UNKNOWINGLY I HURT U

Love u a lot.......

Kamal

Hey Sudhir!!

u r definitely one of d coolest guys on campus, who does wt he wants 2 nd doesnt cr abt wt others hv 2 say 4 him. having u in class z a blessing coz u prevent us frm dozing off.

hv spent very li'l tm wid u, bt watever it has bn it has bn nice.

v wd hv enjoyed more if u wer in sec A.

and also, u hv cm 2 rescue 4 fixing my laptop even a day b4 xmz!! dats truly praiseworthy.

watershed sems 2 hv bcum an obsession 4 u!! every asgt on watershed!!

jo b ho, u r a nice person, who z very gd at heart.........z alwaz der 4 help........z alwaz willing 2 indulge in fun n masti

aise hi rehna hamesha. do keep in touch n tk cr

Wishing u al d very best in life...........

Suruchi

hello sudhir....one of the persons whom i am defenitely going to miss is u....u have always been very special to me and u made my first year classes unforgettable and also the best of my times here..."the front benchers" we showed others that even if u sit just under te nose of faculties also, u can enjoiii..well as te saying goes where there is a will there is a way...

i think the food assignment made our bonds stronger...i still remember during the first surprise quiz of eco, i copied from urs..i did not know anything and u helped me out....i thought sahi he..ye ladka bahut padhai karta he..but my impressions were false....i do not remember even a single exam after that in which i copied form urs..:-)

u r really a true gentleman and is good at heart..the way u organized the bande mataram is amazing...u have lots and lots of patience..and the way u go to deep sleeps in just 1 min is amazing....

i really felt good when i one UO class, madam asked us to introduce each other and u described me as the girl with whom u feel free to talk anything...i dont know whether u remember or not....am i getting senti???

i really do not like when u become so moody and detached from the entire class..the smiling sudhir is good...u r one of te persons who havent expressed their true talents..i admire ur sense of humour..

but during the second year u along with musafir shifted from the front row..but myself and chaturvedi still keep the seats of u both vacant :-) i will defenitely miss u..u and musafir are few of the persons in IRMA with whom that special attachment and bonding always remains inspite of where we are and how much we talk..

but tat does not mean u sudn't stay in touch with me....all the best buddy..have a great future..hope u will find a girlfriend soon...take care..(reduce the intake of drinks)

Farzana Najeeb

mmmmmmmmm

heee hee he.....this is how u keep on irritating me everytime i ask for somebody or something on ip......the coolest guy of our batch........the cutest person i hv ever come across.....i dont know what to write about u .....when u r around i just can't control my laughter and cant get angry on anybody else......the terrific sense of humour, extra ordinary creativity and a sharp and articulative mind defines C Sudhir.....u keep on making multi several stuffs in the ip....most of the cases i dont interprete the meaning also........but whatever the hidden meaning is......u never out n out cross the limits and thats differintiate the cute n loving humour fro so called crude humour.........You are a fellow cancerian.........par yaar tujhe dekhke lagta hai.......cancerians are always extremes........we both r in opposite direction of course........how can u remain calm, personified, chilled and so carefree always......every moment........i know u r one guy who defines happiness......n the people love u so much bcoz u bring smile on thr face............now being into the AP Tribal department,........one among both of us gonna change.......better that becomes me in ur company.......full of laugh riots n the ultimate masti.....:) milte ha hyderabad me.......bas tab tak ke liye best wishes;) may god rest ur soul in peace......

Swati

Hi Sudhir,,,,

ooohhhh!!!!!!!

Today writing for u make me feel tat now the time for parting has cm very close...and i remeber the day wen i was allocated my OTS training with u guys...and i was asking others whether Sudhir speaks with others or not...actually from first term till OTS I had impresiion of u tat u r very serious kind of person...the reason i used to correlate was because u were M.Tech:-)

But now I think how wrong was I. During OTS time I came to know about u...and from tat time onwards..i consider u one of my good friends I hav made in IRMA...the OTS time is I wud say best time here....and it is because of u people.....Tum, Shashikant and Kamal....tumhari pata hai sabse acchi baat kya hai....ki tum jo kuch bhi karte hoo selflessly karte hoo....bahut helpful hoo aur sensible bhi...matlab the other person doesn't need to explain all...u will understand by urself.....I still remember tat many a times during visits...i wud be cming slowing....and i wud find u waiting 4 me....i cud nt explain how much relaxed i used to feel becuase of u all...aur ha not to forget all the masti during meetings, visits and stay in guest house....i still regret ki maine tumse OTS se pahle baat kyo nahi ki:-(

ek baat joo sayad bahut loog tumhare baare mei nahi jante honge...ki tum bahut emotional hoo....pata nahi tum usse chupa kaisai pate hoo....aur ek baat jo tum sayad khud ke baare mei nahi jante ki...tum bahut jyada sahi bande hoo....tumse toh koi bhi ladki shadi karne ke liye tayyar hoo jayegi...

chalo ab tum washing machine, tv, beer bar to sayad ghar mei rakh pao...hope u get watever u want in ur life....my best wishes r always with u....will miss u lot.......so plz do visit rajasthan....wenever u get any chance...i will surely cm to hyderabad...bus woh laal batti wali gadi bhej dena...aur laal batti actual hooni chahiye...dynamo wali nahi:-)

chalo ab jyada nahi likhongi yaar...block mei warna flood aa

jayegi:-)

Bbye and tk care.....

Best waishes from

Team watershed( 25%)

Ruchira Chandra

Sudhir....Bose D.K.....M.Tech Unemployed...Dos wer d first words I saw on his door! The entire floor was vibrating! I opened his door and smoke started emanating out! Dis was my first rendezvous with Sudhir! Once I started talkin wid him..I realized tat hez quite down 2 earth! His one liners are classic! He proved his worth by singly handling 'Band-e-Matram'. His mock rock and 'war of DJs' is well knwn. Our association rose to greatest heights wen v wer participatin in Jatra. I wish this half Telugu all d very best in his tribal assignment in AP. Wish u al d best! Miss U..U rock Sudhir!

Ashok Williams

Hi SUDHIR,

You have proved your potential by organising Band-E- Mataram single handedly. It was a very innovative initiative and the show was amzing. We have enjoyed a lot.

You were passsing the chit more frecuently in the first year than the second year. How could you improve the habbit?

You like to listen bideshi music which I can not understand.

Dance ko kiyu nahi aate ho?

Touch me rahna. ALL THE BEST.

Parikhita

Hi Sudhir,

Yaar agar tum fieldwork mein na hote to meri photo bhi common room meon tangi hoti. Hum donon Molgi mein jab bhi milte thein ek doosre se apna dukh dard baanta karte the. Kya din thein wo yaar…..kis tarah hum jeep mein 50 logon ke saath latak kar jaate ladkiyon ke paas. Before filedwork we had very little interaction and then there we became best buddies. I feel we should have interacted more after that but somehow you became busy in your own world. I know even if you want you can never forget me and we would laugh at these in Milaap. You are a the jack of IRMA and our batch would have been incomplete without you. The best thing I like about you is that even after drinking you remain within control. You are a very good friend and a very humble guy. Keep it up and yeah we would shift the party to Hyderabad. Mauju karo and hamesha khush raho. All the best. Be in touch.

Jitesh

Dear Sudhir,

You deserve an applaud man for the way you carried yourself in IRMA. In a place like this you represent the extreme images a kind of rebel and the sincerity for some activities is simultaneous in your personality. You saved me many times when it comes to my laptop. (However I also saved you by reminding the date of your MTS presentation, uski chocolate abhi tak pending hai). The way you narrated your argument with HKM in class was full of laughter. Hats off to you for carrying Band-e-Matarm so well. Aur kya kahu, F blk teri wajah se hi gulzar hai...tu nahi hota to shaitani chezzo mein kiska dimaag chalta!!! Be in touch.

Best Wishes Always

NEHA

I use to think that God has stopped making good human being till i met Sudhir,but after meeting him my faith and respect for that almighty has increased enormously. During dis whole period of 2 yrs at IRMA i met different species of So called Managers/proffesional/friend but the only man for whom i have special regards is Sudhir.U belong to those category of people who can sacrifice his own happiness and glory to make other people happy and satisfy. Ur attitude towards life is so optimistic that it has helped me to look life in a different fashion. Ur innocent smile and calmness in face always make others, relaxed and comfortable. D way u approach others and help them out wenever needed makes u a special friend for all.

But there is a concern for u, u r often taken forgranted by many,may b due to ur down to earth quality, i think u must raise ur voice against dis. If sumthing is happening that is not suiting u den pls oppose it otherwise u'll b just used and thrown away.

I regret that after 3rd term only we get to know each other in a better way, i wish i cud have met u on the very first day of IRMA.Hope that our friendship will not witness ny boundaries or limitation and we'll b in touch till we find place in heaven(good souls like us will find place only in heaven wid apsaras and paris).

It has been a gr8 journey in IRMA wid u, and i m very sad that dis journey has come to an end, but dis end will create a new start.

Among all d ppl going to AP Tribal dept i have the maximum faith on ur ability and coolness to takle the developmental issues there, and i hope that u will definetly discover urself as a gr8 proffesional during d job.I never ever had ny doubt on ur potential and ability and ur action has spoken louder than ur words.

U r among those friend of mine for whom i can sacrifice even myself.I'll miss d evening walk and late night station trip wid u.Hope end of dis journey will bring us closer so that we can proudly say that we r friends forever.

I'll miss u, all d best

Suman Gope

Sudhir Dear,

Tere baare mein kya bolun sale, tu to M.Tech hai. Jo bolunga chhoti muh badi baat hogi. I owe u one thing; my dance and act on your 1st b’day at IRMA. Many ppl still remember me and my perf. on that day . Sale dubara celebrate nahi kiya waise tune.

Leaving that incidence aside, I noticed ur extra-ordinary sense of humor and your unique way of telling incidences when we went to Priyang Bhai’s home after returning frm fieldwork. You were just awesome when u narrated stories of your fieldwork one after the other. Neha and I were just laughing and laughing. Then u showed your other traits of personality when u broke tradition and arranged Band-e-Matram almost single handedly. We also enjoyed our Jatra last yr. and also had a lot of fun during our block parties. Chal mein apna cigarette count bada deta hun; 10-12. Khush!!!.

Chal bhai all the best, take care. KEEP IN TOUCH.

Anand (HELL_BOY)

dear sudhir

ab tere baare me kya likhna..frankly speaking i had a rather tumultous kind of relationship with u initially bt over the period of two years many things have changed so do r freindship..we were in the same GD PI grp..ten came the FW thr also we were destined to be together...we had sm gd time over thr..bt over the last few months we have had hell lot of interaction...specifically MTS n the daman trip..lol..along wit the lothal trip...rooftops parallel party all the memorable ones........thouroughly enjoyed them ..the non family type of interactions..lol...

man u hav gt an excellent sense of humour...ur very gd with words n write too good..one thing tat i like abt u is

tat ur too kool.....n hav a very decent way of sleepin in class....i too had tried ur way bt was caught...u look

like a geek bt never behave in the same way..bt smtimes i see u as a very serious guy..may be it wud be ur other side...bt agn smgd things alwz remain wit us n tat was the daman trip...throughly enjoyed ur presence..we share similar taste wen it comes to choice of movies...n probably readings...u hav gt tat quirky sense of humour man n rite kind of attitude...keep goin..ur really the greatest guy irma has ever seen....

Loads of luv

Yours nisaant

Hi Sudhir

Before getting u as partner my views abt u were completely different.....shy personality, bahut kam bolta hai....and I was apprehensive (as u were)....also, as u were not from a village, I thought that atleast ur behaviour in village wud be a fun moment for me....aur aisa hi hua.....hamare gadgets....when u got a hole in ur gadget, itna mazaa aaya.....kitna time pass kiya hamne gappe dekar....aur yahan se hamari dosti start hui....Itni understanding dikhayi Nandurbaar me.....Thanks for helping me during my sufferings....that 4 days @ hospital....but then tujhe diorrhoea ho gaya.....subah 4 o clock se teri baji hoti thi and nobdy cud help in that....Khatm hua and hamari duniya shuru hui IRMA me....F block ke roof pe, Ashish ke room pe.....aur that day u ditched me....saale chhath pe hi mujhe akela chhor diya....but enjoyed a lot wid u.....ur multis, ur jokes, sense of humour helped in batch integrity (Mayank Midha's Days).....kabhi jaag kar class ki ho tune, mujhe yaad nahi.....chal, jahan bhi rehna, yaad kar lena.....ek baar saath baith kar peete hai.....All The Best

BBye

Heights!!

Hey Sudhir!

u r one of the most witty persons i hv knwn!

Ur creativity is amazing...

u cn make neone smile!

though did nt hv the opportunity 2 interact wid u much bt still i knw dat U r a grt person..

Be as u r...

Wish u all the happiness in the world!

Have a grt future ahead..

:)

All the best !

Mahima

Oye Suddddhiiiiiiirrrrrrr,

It was great working with you always except studies (just kidding) .you are a hard-working, highly creative self-starter who invariably understands exactly what a project is all about right at the briefing, and how to get it done most effectively. your M.Tech. knowledge is great and I am a big fan of your http://mylifemydaze.blogspot.com blogs.......Even, I am also trying to write something...lekin yaar ye language problem ki wajah se nhi kar paa rha.....

you are a top model for me.. who have Persistence, patience, burning desire for knowledge,intelligence, team spirit.. I look upon utilizing all this while our Hyderabad stay:) (Tune promise kiya tha na......bangle main...main, tu aur wooooooo)

I hope you have a wonderful career, I know I surely will miss you. Wish you all the best in your future endeavours...Please keep in touch !!!!!

Saale contact main rahna...nhi to teri XXXX pXXd dunga...

N@ndy

I still don’t remember when we became best of friends but it was great having you around in IRMA. You always seem to do bulk of the work in your group even if you don’t have the intention to do so. I am happy that you chose to go for the development sector as I believe you will really do well there. I will miss the evening walks, subway and the daroo sessions the ones where I was spectator and also the ones where I was also a participant. Hope I have not picked up this bad habit but jaane se pahle ek baar aur pete hai.

Jyada likhna ka mood nahi hai, jo bolna hai waise hi bol doonga. Wishing you all the luck and hope we shall meet again in hyderabad.

Sharat

Hello sudhir,

My best wishes to you for your future career ahead.

Vinay choudhary

We were relatively strangers till we went for the fieldwork together. The memories of those nandurbar days always bring smile to my face and you are an indispensable part of those memories. Transistor, torch and even that mug with an orifice- Man, you created story about everything. I believe its not about nandurbar, whenever I went out with you something memorable happened. That Lothal trip was another brick in the wall.

It is always fun to see you listening to rock after 3 bottles of beer. I love your sense of humour in day to day life as well as in your blogs. I guess that is because of your rarest of rare experience which is mix of Haryana Engg College, Punjab University and in the end IRMA ( A rarest of rare combination).

Keep Rocking.

Vikram Bhambhu

Sudhir,

Reserving all the space for the praises showered on u thru other messages..it was gr8 to be in ur company..how do u manage to act as a stupid and a stud simultaneously?

All the best..!!

PS: kabhi CCD chalenge..

Gopi Sankar

Sudhir...you already seem to have got a lot of feedback. You are a true rockstar man!! You can blast away any serious moment with your amazing sense of humour. You seem to be in a state of trans where everything and anything that comes in contact with you gets revitalized. A grea Flocker who has made us proud by his performances in many events of JATRA, Abhivyakti etc.

And yes who can forget the most eventful night for PRM 29 here at IRMA, when the captain of Zimbabwe cricket team provoked the 28 batch. Boy!!! what a day it was when we won. Events like this and more has made our lives so happening here and you are an implicit part of all of them.

Wish you all the best in AP tribal dept. keep in touch..

Nitesh

Hi sudhir...tu na ho toh subah mai class shayd se hi jaa payu .....and it has become like a custom and you are the one jiska face sabse pehle dikhta hai and i bet woh din accha hi jaata hai........you are a very sensible and calm guy..tujhe kabhi gussa hote hue nahi dekha.....aur tera class mai sona bhi mast hai........i wish you all the best with tribals......keep smiling

Prashant Bhardwaj

are aj pacca aa jana bhai,

Hi sudhir.

In these two years I have always relied upon you for any computer related problem and u have never let me down and I am dead sure that the condition will be same in the future as well.

Wshing u a very gr8 future

Vivek Kunj

Hi C. Sudhir,

wat to write about u. tumhare baare me to jitna likho utna hi kam hai. u r d best person in our batch. a great friend who is always ready to help u, thinks for u, never back bites - is a true gem. wen it comes to assignments, he is always ready to take the maximum responsibility. you made our fieldwork trip memorable, our boring classrooms interesting nd u r now making leaving IRMA so tough & painful. will miss ur msgs. will miss ur company. will miss ur poems, will miss ur darpan promos. will miss ur stories about sharat. will miss ur amazing photography. will miss ur care & concern. will miss ur innovative plans for NREGA........WILL MISS U :(

do keep in touch.

all d best for a great future ahead.

Nidhi Negi

Kabhi mujhe bhi CCD lechalo

ABLA

Dear Sudhir,

What a guy and what a wit! I am big fan. The best part is that ur humour is original, is not condescending and not forced. Write a desi F.R.I.E.N.D.S someday!!

You are the true rocker dude. A movie fanatic too. I loved those dark comedies which u sent me.

You are a big part of PRM 29.

Be in touch! and update those blogs regularly. Its difficult to wait when u dish out such amazing stuff.

Aman

Hi Sudhir...

I remember our days at Maharashtra...we always had cool days at shahda...but as soon as we cross limits of shahda and mountains start, your mood changes...apart from those fun filled days you also managed to provide many laugh filled moments in IRMA too...in classrooms, you are the one who dares to sit in the very first row, and manages to sleep in any lecture...no faculty matters...no time matters...any class, any faculty, any time and any place,you have managed to sleep....and your funny comments made us go mad....

all the best!!!

Vishal Jani

Hi Dashboard,

Many of us might have forgotten this name of yours so I consider it my duty to bring it to everybody's notice. You are really extra coooooooool dude!! Are you just a man or a super.....(of course man dear). Classes in IRMA would not have been as fun without you. I am fortunate to have studied in a section in which C. Sudhir studied. Where do you get all the energy from? In other words, how do you store so much energy after spending so much.......... on each and everything that needs to be done for the batch?

Your sense of humor is killing, faint-hearted like me can die laughing. That is why I maintain a safe distance from you ;) I know you are very influential and can cause a paradigm shift so I will not attempt to not to admire you even a little bit.

Success is ready their to woo you and also to listen to your hillarious one-liners.

All the best for a wonderful life ahead!!!!

Kumar Abhishek

Hey Sudhir,

I dont know how you manage to be so cool and calm man!!! I personally cannot be that sort of personality but I always admire such persons!!! because the responsibility as an individual u carry to make life merrier for others and spread cheers around you!!! n that is a terrific job!!!

I am fond of your ideation and believe me, I never can think on the lines as fast as you can do...nd especially the strength u provided us for the great match against 28 (Zimbabwe)!!!

Apart from that,your other side of personality is also great. Whatever responsibilities had been entrusted onto, u have performed them in the best of the spirits!!!

Thanks a lot for making our lives so much cheerful and keep rocking the same way in future!!!

ALL THE BEST MAN!!!

HAPPY DAYS WITH TRIBAL AP!!!

Ashu...

ssuuuuuuuuddhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr,

Cutest boy in prm 29... even more than ghatu....u are just so sweet...tumahri company mein hona is really pleasure....i wish i also have a friend like for life...parvati is really lucky yaar.

Serious rahte ho phir bhi kamaal ka sense of humour hai tumhara...aur mere to dance partner bhi the tum...humara fav dance step..pata ni phir kab tumhare sath dance karne ka mauka milega!!!!!!

tumhare mazak kabhi kisi ko hurt ni karte ...tum itne sweet ho ki kabhi kisi ko hurt karoge bhi ni...tibal wale lucky hai kyunki wahan hansi ki kissile jo aaa rahi hai...

i wish u all the best in life..i will misss you yaar...ho sake to jaroor milna!!!!

keep smiling and rocking

with lots of love

Anupama

Sudhiiiiir...

u hv a v good sense of humour.. n ur jokes hv always kept us going during tough classes...RM wale assignment k time ye bhi pata chala ki ur v hard working ;)

hv a rocking life which m sure u will...be in touch

-Tanu

I cant write for u....Dorpon is too small a forum for that...i have only one thing to say...thanks for joining IRMA...rest as they is history

Ashish Chandra

your sense of humour is awesome... your sleeping capability is formidable... B section thoroughly enjoyed your chits... i have never seen who has such a great mix of apoker face with hilarious sense of humour.....your oneliners are simply too good and your keen eye for latent humour in normal conversation is simply amazing...

wish you all the very best in life.........

keep in touch

Saurabh

Sudhir….Well…I think it is just impossible to write in few words the kind of wonderful time we had in IRMA. I still remember the day when I, for the first time had come to F block . I had dumped my luggage in my room F14 and was searching some senior to talk to. Then, I got this Indunaath on first floor and their, we interacted with each other for the first time. I must agree that I was quite happy that some MTech guy is also joining this institute. Our friendship started from that small talk and flourished over the period of time and rest, as they say, is history!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saale tune mera Role Model naam kyon rakha tha??

Abhi bhi saari janata nahi janati aur main bhi nahi!!!!

O chaat pe pahali baar daaru ki party..o padhayi ka tension hamesha…o hamesha IRMA aur IRMA ko judi hui har chij ko curse karana…o PRM 28 ko hamesha gaali dena..o deem light me room pe daaru pina…o FAC ki padhayi candle lights me karana…o raat ko 3 baar chay pine mess me jana…chai pine ke liye nahi but IRMA ko curse karane ke liye…..bass yahi sab yaade hain rahegi jindagi bhar…the most precious, invaluable !!!

I still wonder how you could bear a person like me who is very boring and introvert…..i think it is more than mere friendship…I owe you lot for all the best things that had happened to me!!!!

Baaki saari baate to deem bulb light me Saturday night karenge!!!!

But I will always miss this amazing guy!!!

Hope god gives everything that you want….and I am sure you do not ask much from god!!!!!

Chal fir AP me milenge!!!!!

Tab all the best and keep rocking always!!!!

Cheerrsss!!!!!!

---ROLE MODEL

Hi sudhir,

Yar mast bande ho tum in short nautanki ho.......jo v thora bahut interaction hua it started with a laugh n ended with a laugh.Thnks 4 Band-e-matram.....had fun.

Baroda v aye the tum humlogon se milne in OTS n kitni gandh machai the DF k khane ki....he he.Tumlogon ka RM presentation yad rahega humesha.....i wish i cud hav been in any of ur grp...freeriding k sath sath kitna hansne ko v milta.....double advantage.

stay in contact,wish u a healthy n happy life ahead

Anushri Anand

Hey Sudhir, hats off to u man. A gr8 pull of talent; an excellent friend but nt a good lover…Chandra tere haath se kaise nikal gaya yar aur ghattu ko bhi tu zyada cntrl nahi kar paya; a gud human being but nt a good son (y?hehehehe).

Perhaps most of the batch knows only humorous entertaining Sudhir but I guess few knows abt ur dedication and commitment towards the work u do. U did exemplary work in ur MTS and organizing Band-e- mataram was nt at all a child’s game. To m personally u hav been a gr8 friend to associate with and will remain thankful to u for ur help on numerous occasions.

The other one correctly says u r one of d best guy in d campus. U hav proved urself in each and every undertakings of urs.

Plz be in touch…Ap mein to shayad milte bhi rahenge…

All of us will defn miss u a lot

Chal bye…tc..

Ravi Dhanuka

A B "C" D E F G H I JK L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z SUDHIRRRRR

aka

CHILL + NREGA = CHILLREGA SUDHIR

Mate, I wish I had known u a lot of earlier than I presently have!! U have the most B Cho’s mind in the whole batch and I really admire u for that!! Our friendship began during the OTS when we were pitted in the same state Gujarat, we met often and our friendship started grewing up!!

4th term was fun, when we went to a lot of places! We had a date in Choco-Room as u must “fondly” remember!! Then we went to buy our mobile and did a lot of masti!! Then the famous leaving of ITC for IWMI, Luckily it came to my lap, I must thank u and ashish though u both wanted to go to IWMI together and that’s why u gave up ITC. I would like to tell u ki maine iwmi jane ka man bana liya tha, but tere liye maine iwmi sacrifice kar diya!!

I really admire u for ur creativity, all ur videos, multis, presentations and all the whackist ideas!! U r a tru BC man!! I love u!! I will miss all the bike rides we had and all the time spend with u!! u have loads of enthu and energy, mjhe bhi kuch de de!!

All the best and , have a whacky future ahead!! Aisi job me ja jahan tu earn kare paise ko enjoy kar sake ( Source: Sudhir et al, ITC Pre-Placemeent PPt, 2009)

Dubara kisi aur ko agar main mis call karu , to tu bahar mat ana!! and ha kal ki class me sath me chalenge "karne" !!! give me a miss call during the class!!

Finally, sale tjhe kuch mission diya gya hai!!! Wo pura karega ki nahi??

Rohan aka Jairo

tumhare sath 2 project me the, dono me maja aya, yar tumne PM bahut badhiya kam kiya.aur mujhe first time free rider banne ka moka mila..thnx dear. mene tujhe kabhi bhi tense nahi dekha..kya raj hai teri khusi ka??? aise se jokes marte raho..all the best for your future

Rupesh

When I initially came to IRMA I heard that apart from Fatty and me there is another fellow form Chandigarh.. I was pleasantly surprised at this , but then I came to know that this fellow is a south Indian settled in Chandigarh !! I wasn’t quite sure how I would react to you when I would meet you for the first time… wasn’t sure whether you were “ours” or were an alien!! But things changed when we first met.. the ice breaker for me was the usual.. sitting on glasses has always been a sure shot way to make friends.. and it succeeded this time too…

Over the past two years, I have found you to be an immensely creative fellow, the kind of movies you make are too good to be true. You also have a strange and a weird find of sense of humor, heavily influenced by your favorite series, South Park.. Most of the times you seem to be a loner to me.. not kidding , but unlike most loners you are very comfortable with the situation.. We all hesitate change, but for me you take the hesitation it to a new level…

You come across as a person who is very focused and keen to maintain the status quo!!

You are a gem of a person and have never said no to me for anything, a true friend to me…

We shall stay in touch, there are many more memorable evenings to come…

Suhail

Abe...Chillar..

Yaar if I remember I came to know more about you in second year because of Shashikant...Yours biggest quality is that you complete any task within time without taking any tension...it appears that you are not interested in the task but when the pressure increases you take the whole responsibility....I think you are a man of crisis who deliver only at the time of crisis...

You may remember Mukul sir, who once or twice called that you both appear as brothers...its a complement for me...

I appreciate the way you make humour...your sense of humour is excellent....that is the think which make you popular among girls!!! ya regarding girls- you are too soft hearted towards them......

you are gem of a person.

Best of Luck...keep in touch...will miss your presence

Santosh

Dear Sudhir,

The first row would have been incomplete without you....Initially, I really wasn’t as daring as u guys and therefore never wanted to pass any of ur chits under the nose of the professors...this was the reason because of which I would have probably given u some scary looks before passing ur chits....but kudos to u guys...I also became a professional chit passer.....One more thing to confess- I didn’t get more than 50 percent of ur and chandra’s joke on which u wud have laughed to death....I feel that we could never have had so much fun without, especially u and Chandra.....the FOOD theme is a life time experience...will never forget ur MORBUNTY....i’ll show the video of the theme paper preparation to even my kids....lol...also the MC project....u made the project preparations very lively....probably u and Chandra complement each other because u were more deadly in his presence...;)

You are a such a creative guy....the way u handled Band-e-Matram is worth praise.....your Zimbabwe operation has given lot of glory to u and the batch...I’ll really miss ur presence, dear non playing captain....just keep on rocking in ur professional life aswell....and stay in touch...

Best Wishes,

Ashish (the mutated one)

the gr8est guy in IRMA..irma wud have been boring without u..u r not evrywhere but u seem to be involved in evrything..and dats wat makes u special...

u have the best sense of humor..no doubts..u r one of the most entertaining persons on campus...

i njoy dancing the most wen u r around..because both of us dont knw how to do it..

i am thnkful to musafir tht i got to knw u...otherwise there was no way id have interacted with u so well. the saturday nights were the best nights..though i sometimes regret i joined the gang a bit late..

i stll remember the ots allocations...i was happy because of two reasons..sharat was my partner and the second reasin was u...but my ro was not as gud as ur one..we were stuck in gandhinagar and u returned..and i was really dissapointed..

but i shud say those 2 months i had a gr8 time..

i used to wait for the weekends..

The AC SEKC , the masala one... and the PUNE trip..my best moments happened during tht time and u were part of all of dem..

i am glad tht ull be joining tribal too and we ll spend some more time together,,, by the way Srisailam is a gud town..lekin waha electricity ka probs hai..

all the best yaar..

ur really the gr8est guy of irma..lolllzzzzzz

Ghattu

sudhir kondaaa.. aka TTTTTonieee!!

i cant begin to say what u mean to me.. these two years at IRMA have the been the best of my life only and only because of you... right frm the day we met at induction. to this date today, if ther is one person who has been my pillar of support, it has been you.. u know very well no amount of words can describe what we have been through together.. u say i am a creative person. but dont u know u are the one who fuels my creativity? u r the one who pushes me to become a better person. and whenever i fall, i know u r right behind me to pick me up and set me going again. ther have been innumerous times we hav fought, argued and screamed at each other. and following those times wer the times wen we had the most fun times, the wonderful memories that i know wer the reason i even stayed here after whatever happenend during last year's fiasco.. PARVAT singh is wat u call me. but that name shud be given to u, coz u r the BIG guy, always lookin after me, my tantrums, my childish nakhras, and my poking and kicking... u r the single most amazing guy i have ever met. i dnt about others, but fr me, u r the COMPLETE MAN.. the true enginner, the rocker, the artist.. i am falling short of words here so i m just gonna let Hoobastank say it fr me.. and i know u will understand..

I'm not a perfect person

There's many things I wish I didn't do

But I continue learning

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found out a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you

It's something I must live with everyday

And all the pain I put you through

I wish that I could take it all away

And be the one who catches all your tears

Thats why i need you to hear

I've found out a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is You

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know

I've found out a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show

A side of me you didn't know

A reason for all that I do

And the reason is you

love,

Parvati

Hey Sudhir,

Tere liye likhne baitha to bahut saari batein yaad aa rahi hai. Ek bhi serious nahi hai dude. thats just too bad. Take urself seriously. Tujhe dekh kar hi hansi aa jati hai jo pehle keval mirror dekh kar hota tha. Tere liye I had written poems also (Poems is a plural number so I had written >1) all ur types.

Almost never talked in the first year. Came to G block and life kinda transformed. U are just amazing. Even when u r cracked by pressure u show it to very few people and that for me is ur biggest strength. U can absorb pressure like anything. I remember many instances when u were under a lot of pressure and u came out victorious (MTS report. Band e Mataram and many other).

Iss bar tubes mein tu CT banna and mein Terrorist banunga. Moza karenge.

Raat mein ya din mein ur my ultimate resting place, a person I could trust ki I can talk to u abt almost everything. U r a very dear friend and very close one too. Mujhe yaad hai ki hamari baat hona kaise shuru hui. U, Musafir, Ghattu and Lambu were drunk. I came to Musafir's room coz u had multied koi sutta la raha ho to bolo at 3 in the morning. I stayed there and we sang 'pyar hamein kis mod pe le aaya'. That was fun and from then on we started talking.

Sry yaar daman nahi aa saka. really miss karunga ye opportunity. Nevertheless u'll always remain fresh in my memories as a very good friend, one with whom I could build a frequency in such short time ki its unbelievable for a person like me.

Rock ki adat to daal di hai ab nibhana bhi padega saale.

U are seriously talented person with extraordinary capacity of making poeple around u comfortable and u are an ideal team worker. Hamara Non Playing Captain. U take academics more seriously than u think.

Pata nahi kya kya aur reh gaya likhne ko. But I m sure tujhe likh kar dena zaroori nahi hai kyunki shayad aadhi baatein tab ki hai jab tu high tha, to wo tujhe bhi yaad nahi hogi.

Chal Hyderabad mein milenge and fir CB karenge. Waha bhi kabhi akela feel kare to Hyderabad aa jana we'll have fun and tujhe high hone ki poori chance dunga coz I would be sober.

And for u I can write 'KEEP ROCKING'. Ye tujhse pehle aur tere baad kisi ko nahi likhunga.

Loads of good wishes, Masti karna aur yaad rakhna. Take care...

God bless...

Amit Mathur

All good things in life come to an end, they say, like the last drink of vodka which you just don't want to end. I have been fortunate to have met up with troublemakers like myself at IRMA and there have been many instances when we have almost crossed the threshold between fun and plain stupidity. Starting from the lights off incident to the zimbabwe match to the milaap skit to band-e-mataram to the 'zip' incident in the last class, IRMA would be a memory that only a head on collision has the potential to erase.........