Friday, July 31, 2009

Story Game......

Hey ppl........lets play a game where il post startin of sum famous story.........den u ppl cn continue it in nyway u wanna........


RULES:
1.No 1 can write more dan 4 lines.
2.No 1 can end da story.
3.A person can't post consecutively.


PS:ADULT CONTENT IS ALLOWED.......:P


STORY:

There was once a hat-seller who passed by a forest on his way back from the market. The weather was very hot and so he decided to take a nap under one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side.
A few hours later, he woke up by some sounds. The next thing he realized was that all his hats were gone. He heard some monkeys on the tree and so he looked up. To his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and they had taken all his hats.
Then........

Thursday, July 30, 2009

STREETPLAY--- part 2!!!

So… back now… we started what we do best… talking!
We counted people, mentioned ‘script different banaenge yaar’ a hundred times, and… don’t blame our management skills if I say it was after a long chat about do’s and don’ts that I asked, “bande kitne lene hain? Any limit?”

Just 10… came the shocker!!!
That’s when we felt like some low-budget movie-maker who, after promising to launch a dozen wannabes, obviously couldn’t! Was that the ‘controversy-alarm’ I heard? Thankfully, we were too amateur to be blamed for a ‘casting couch’. Ouch!

“Auditions le lenge,” said shikha. No me. Someone.

HAHA… like what?

Impossible! Why?
Coz we didn’t have aux yar!
Aux, what?
Look that’s what Anuja wrote people call ‘aukat’ as!
Ya, Anuja Chauhan. Ya, the HT columnist. Haan haan, wo Zoya Factor and proud to work in advertising wali!

To, what next?
Next was a random picking of those who seemed more capable. Or, more interested. Or, more intimidating.

Some were successfully scared – ‘ chillana padega yaar pagaloen ki tarah!’
Geeks were shooed away with ( hope God was resting then) –

Us- lectures miss karenge bhai hum to!
Geeks- so? No prob yaar!
Us- saare!
Geeks- c’mon 2-4!
Us – dekh lo ab tum!
Geeks – chhota mota role de dena na!
Us – aise thoda hota hai yaar!
Geeks – to, nahin fir?
Us – tumhari marzi…
Geeks – hmm… then to no… sorry! Bura mat manio please!
W.I.C.K.E.D!!!







Sunday, July 26, 2009

Job Prospects for CI engineers.

I ws surfing da net nd chekin wad al v ICE ppl have in our bag........from al da info on net......i think CI engineers,i.e.,Control nd Instrumentation engineers,hv quite an important role to play.......

i'm postin sum links........make sure u chek dem.........cheerz




Monday, July 13, 2009

How it al happend???

I ws going wid my scul frens to play cricket......I luked at my fone.....battery ws low........i thot okay wen il cum back home il charge it.......we played cricket for 2 hours.....i din even luk at my fone once.....den v wer plannin sum parties on da way 2 kulfi wala....on my way back i tuk out my fone nd it was switched off.........i thot battery xtreme low hogi.....den i did smthn ive neva dun......i tried 2 switch on my fone widout chargin it..........bt sumthn weird happend......as i pressd da start button......nuffn appeard on da screen.....al dat happnd ws.......da 2 blue lights on syd of my fone gt switched on nd din go off(wich is nt usual thng fo a nokia 6300 fone)........at dat tym i simply removed da battery.....dis happend at 8:30pm........

nw i thot of chargin my fon at 11pm..........as soon as da pin ws inserted in da fon to charge it.....again da blue lights thng happnd......nd aftr dat moment ive nt bin able to switch it on again....ive chekd on net......most probably its battery is dead.........lets al shout to da heaven up der...........HEY MIGHTY LORD LET DA BATTERY BE DEAD ND FONE GO AHEAD WID DIS POOR BOY............

if u hv heard abt such a case den post ua comments asap............

2 Minutes Silence


All da members of dis blog are requested to maintain a 2 minutes silence in the fond memory of my fone.

Plz pray to god dat My Fone shall R.I.P

Amin......

Thursday, July 9, 2009

THE SWEETPLAY STREETPLAY STORY!!!


‘All the world’s a stage,
And all men and women – merely players.’
- Williams Shakespeare.

I guess, the Bard hadn’t ever dreamt of the lives today’s 17-somethings lead!

Ah, and very specifically, the students who’ve finally made their way out of the ever-so-over hyped rat-race (read: engineering entrances)… to find themselves all trapped in yet another (read: engineering colleges).

But, after 14 long years of playing the ‘frog in the well’, they are now free, or at least that’s what they think. And, illusions aren’t bad if they help you find your real self.

All this while, all we could come up with, when someone said ‘latent’, was (thanks to Joule and company) ‘Heat’!
But, come January, and the second semester at BVCOE, New Delhi, there’s more talk, and a little more work too!

All walls, all notice boards- splashed with colourful posters (with a poor black & white cousin of theirs trying, all in vain, to tell that sticking posters on walls isn’t permitted in the campus). Whoa! Talk of ignorance. Talk of irony!

Some random people (read: seniors) have taken up the role of event coordinators, as fellow geeks continue to drown themselves in books (red bound with black side face – trademark of the BVP library & book bank).

Somewhere, something is different… and, very much so. Suddenly, there’s a decline in interest, the winter playing catalyst. Lecturers are sleepy, students happy to follow suit. Lab assistants give you such looks if, by mistake, you ask for another apparatus, or worse, (Danger! Danger!) extra time in the labs.


Not many are now crying and spending sleepless nights to complete files. It’s all done in between lectures; last benches don’t help much, though! It takes tact and a bit of pleading and pleasing to find that coveted seat behind some huge (by your statistics) guy! In any case, library and canteen are proud to house them – the ‘into rush- into files- ordering nothing’ variety!

Certainly, something uneven about the even semester!

And if it wasn’t till now, there was something ready to come up… an idea, just looking for a ‘devil-may-care’ mind to get into!

And, since the wildest minds reside in the infamous I.C.E. branch, there couldn’t have been a better place!

Although the girl I’m about to name is the class topper, and had a ranking better than many others in many other ‘elite’ branches,( Ya, we’re still fuchchas, so raving about ranks hasn’t exactly gone) she manages to don the ‘I’M THINKING, EVEN WHEN I’M NOT STUDYING’ cap rather well!

And, now before you scroll down further, let me just warn that the pages following will scream out slangs and lots of Hinglish, really loud!
All because it’s a part of our real life – that’s what I am, that’s what we are!

WE???

Yes, the strange bunch of people you’re about to be acquainted with!

So, Madame SHIKHA, out of the red (Ya, just coz it was red notice board… OK fine… a PJ) read one particular notice, and lo… there was this big group buzzing around her!
As I came near, I got to know the topic, that had suddenly become rather hot – DRAMATICS!
Ok… so what about it?

Well, the University Fest ANUGOONJ was round the corner. Shikha, never too fond of attending classes, thought of giving it a shot. There weren’t many interesting individual contests, so ‘dramatics’ it was!

In came ASHOK, kinda Mr. INITIATIVE of our class, and another round of him being told what all the brouhaha was about.

Next up, I, SURABHI by the way, joined in to get a dekko! And as usual, for I’m the ‘BEST WRITER/POET/ STORYTELLER/SCRIPTWRITER/ PLAYWRIGHT/ SCREENPLAY DIRECTOR’ the world could ever be blessed with (opinion strictly limited to me, but who cares yaar!), proposed, in my distinct impulsiveness, to work on the script.

The ‘R we in? Trio’ - RISHABH, RAJAT, RAUNAK – was told about this new BIMAARI of ours!

Raunak, the ‘PRIM N PROPAH’ that he is, straightaway steered clear of this weird adventure, getting busy in some cat-walking thing! Err… JALWA people, an awesome fashion show, ya really! He won’t run after my life now, I hope!

SAURABH and SUSHANT dropped in next, quite excited about finally doing something in the college after four long months!

Then, there was MANISH, not someone we had actually conversed with much, who gave an ‘on-the-spot’ audition of sorts by screaming at the top of his voice, when someone mentioned the necessity of a loud voice for the actors. Passion, did you say?

On the ideas front, PRATEEK took lead. You know, he’s the under-cover advisor to Ekta Kapoor… the brain behind all twitching brows, kitchen conspiracies &… oh! Did I let out a long kept secret? What? God!! Hey, hey please no going to the press, pleeeease!

Within the next 10 minutes, we had actually made a group… around 20 people… all excited, but clueless!

Crowd dispersed… scene shifted to respective homes!

I called up Shikha. The first time it was. We weren’t exactly the ‘yaar-dost-buddy’ types. It was just by chance, from my side. But, from hers… it was a bit, though unconsciously, about my attitude (which really doesn’t exist)!
And, the credit goes to my ruthlessly spurning of her proposal… stop thinking, you… to join her gang o’ girls for a movie out (Rock On! Ye hai waqt ka ishaara!)
Lemme mention here, even she didn’t come over for Ghajini with some of our classmates. Hisaab baraabar, then! Lol!





Thursday, July 2, 2009

NICE STORY!

HEY i came across this lil piece ..i found it worth reading so i posted it here,,,,,,!!!!!!!!!

A Story on Friendship
~ Author Unknown


A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know," the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide.
The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!! There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart You don't know how it happens Or when it gets started But you know the special lift It always brings. And you realize that Friendship Is God's most precious gift!