To All my friends in Montreal

I have been told that lately my writing has been a lot of depressing stuff. So to lift my own spirits and yours, my dear friends, lets raise a toast to hope.


ho agar koi ghum toh, bilkul na tum ghabaraana
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......
bass rahe yakin yeh tumko, khushiyo ko toh hai aana
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......
raat hai toh sabera bhi hoga
hai safar toh basera bhi hoga
ghum ke aage muskuraake gaaye hum
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......

zindagi mein koi bhi kami ho
palko pe jo jara bhi nami ho
aansu na bahaana tum, dukh na uthaana tum
haar na jaana duniya se
darana kabhi na tum, rehana kabhi na tum gumsum
hasake bataana duniya se
aayenge phirse din khushiyo ke, badalega yeh mausam
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......

koi aandhi jo aaye toh aaye
dil mein hai jo diya bujh na paaye
kaali kaali raate ho, chaahe jaisi baate ho
humko hai chalate rehana
jo bhi aaye mushkil, dare nahi kabhi dil
apana toh hai yeh kehana
lamhebharko chaayi ghata toh, dhoop na ??
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......
ho agar koi ghum toh, bilkul na tum ghabaraana
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......
bass rahe yakin yeh tumko, khushiyo ko toh hai aana
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......
raat hai toh sabera bhi hoga
hai safar toh basera bhi hoga
ghum ke aage muskuraake gaaye hum
taa raa raa raa rum taaraarumpum.......

Lets Give them Something to Talk About!

People are talking, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under cover
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing something we don't, darlin'


Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about lo-o-ove



I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me
It took a rumour to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinking about you every day
Dreaming about you every night
I'm hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, darlin'

Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love

Flashback.....winter 2001, location: a typical college and a typical college crowd

People love to talk. We love to talk about the time when we are not there. We love to wonder what was happening in our absence. We love talking about couples who hang out just too long with eachother.
Who doesn't love to gossip! They talk about how they saw them having dinner at the restaurant the other night, how they caught them at the cafe, how they jog every evening, how they never stop meeting for study sessions at his or her room.
Many times, after a few weeks you come to know, that the couple are actually dating eachother. So do the gossip mongers stand vindicated? Take Abhi and Ash for instance. They denied it, they avoided the media, today they got married.

Now lets not reach to conclusions here. It is important to know what happened between the time that rumours started and couple actually came out to all their "friends". What were the couple feeling? Sometimes we have to be told by others that we have fallen in love. That is when some foolish people(like me) realize that there is something special here. And then, you have a lot to talk about. But what about those couples who never come out and the gossip mongers are left wondering, what was going on behind those closed doors.

Maybe there was never anything actually going on or maybe some secrets are best kept secrets forever ;)

PS: In my earlier post I had mentioned that my self perception of being a good student is shaterring to pieces. I stand corrected, I received final results of my 1st MBA course(Organiztional Behaviour), I am combined topper of my class.

Lakdi ki kaathi

lakadi ki kaathi kaathi pe ghoda
ghode ki dum pe jo maara hathauda
dauda dauda dauda ghoda dum utha ke dauda

ghoda pahuncha chauk mein chauk mein tha naai
ghodeji ki naai ne hazaamat jo banaai
chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag
ghoda pahuncha chauk ...
dauda dauda dauda ghoda dum utha ke dauda

ghoda tha ghamandi pahuncha sabji mandi
sabji mandi baraf padi thi baraf mein lag gai thandi
chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag
ghoda tha ghamandi ...
dauda dauda dauda ghoda dum utha ke dauda

ghoda apana tagada hai dekho kitani charabi hai
chalata hai maharauli mein par ghoda apana arabi hai
chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag chag-bag
ghoda apana tagada hai ...
baanh chhooda ke dauda ghoda dum utha ke dauda

lakadi ki ...

Abyss

I have reached the abyss. I don't know where to go from here. My finances are in ruins. I have no job to support myself. My exams are fast approaching and it seems increasingly tough to maintain a good GPA. My notions of being an intelligent student are being crushed mercilessly. To top this I am considering moving out of my apartment by the end of this month. I haven't found a place to go to yet. I just can't stand the tension in my apartment anymore. And ofcourse the constant factor since arrival in Montreal has been that I have had no love life. This is the worst state I have ever been in.
I have never regreted any decision in my whole life. None. However I am now regretting coming here for MBA. I hate this place. The worst part is that after investing so much I can't even go back.
So what do I do now. Well, I still keep trying to make it better. I am hoping there is light at the end of the dark tunnel. And I hope that light is not of a Canadian Rail train.

Oh yes, before I sign off, something for the politics at Concordia student unioins.

Kitne ajeeb rishtey hai yaha pe
Do pal miltey hai, saath saath chalte hain
Jab mod aaye to bach ke nikalte hain
Kitne ajeeb rishtey hai yaha pe

Thokar bhi khaana hai, chalte bhi jaana hai
Vaada kiya toh woh kisko nibhaana hai!
Yaha sabko saare daav aazmane hai
Sabhi ek duje se zyaada sayaane hai

Kitne ajeeb rishtey hai yaha pe

Remembering Anupama

Back in the 60s, a classic movie was made,"Anupama"
It was about a girl who was extremely shy, an extreme case of being an introvert. Ofcourse there were reasons shown in the movie which led her to be an introvert. Raised by her father and a maid. Never had any friends since childhood, was too scared to face her father. Her father always felt she was the reason for her mother's death. That created a sense of aloofness in her, making her quite and calm like a fishless pond.
I have almost never met anyone who is that extremely introverted. However no matter how open, extroverted and audible we claim to be, all of us have an Anupama hidden in us. All of us hide a person inside us, who is afraid to come out. I am amazed to see how people seem to eveolve with the passage of time. Actually people don't evolve. There are just some facets of our personality which tend to guard in first meetings. Slowly that guard is let down. However, there is some part of us which always hidden from the outside world, even from the people closest to us. In some instances we ourselves don't realise who we are and what we are capable of being.
As a kid, I was very shy. I never talked much in school. Some of my present day freinds might find it very hard to believe that.It has a been a long journey from being a shy boy in school to doing an international MBA in Canada. However, I still think I am reserved and talk less. Ok, now don't grin ;)