Seven Random things about me......

And I have been Tagged.. By Nikhil.

meme?

A blog meme is a memesomething that requires active participation by the blogger and (rarely) traces back to an originating source. It is a question that a blogger answers to share some personal perspective or experience on random topics.

the rules

• Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
• Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
• Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs. [I am gonna skip this one :P]
  
• Let them know they have been tagged. [and this one too]
  

7 random things……about me..............hmmm......

1. I love talking, but only online or on the phone.. Offline I don't talk much...
2. I am very conscious of the way I look while talking and laughing.. to the extent that you won't see me laughing too much, but just smiling :P
3. I am waiting for the winters to hit in. Before this, I was waiting for the rains.. But since the rains seem distant in Ahmedabad, I am waiting for the winters to hit
   
4. Dreams are equal to me.. I dream 24 by 7 and hallucinate most of the times while talking and I am hoping people didn't realise this till they read this post.
   
5. I totally love my job ! and totally dislike myself for making the decision of moving to Ahmedabad after Mumbai.
6. I can't eat a lot of food in one go, but over a period of time, I think I'd outscore anyone :)
   
7. I am very vela today.. and hence this post !
   
   and bonus...
   
   
8. Music, photography, traveling, twitter, work, ice-creams, chocolates, water, friends are the essentials of my life, I live on these :)
   

Phewww..
Enjoyed...

~a~

Bangalore - Goa Adventures_Day I

I made my second trip in a month to Bangalore and Goa around 23 - 27 Jan and it was nothing less than an adventure.. The first time was post New Years - which was much more fun. I shall write about it later may be.

Not a very positive trip, but still it was something which shook me from my roots..

Reached Bangalore on the 22nd Evening and headed off to my cousin's place. I was staying back at her place and we were meeting after almost a year after her marriage. Brother in Law was hit by an iron rod a few days back by some random guy outside the Microsoft Office in Bangalore, which kind of shocked me and made me feel disgusted..

Are these the Metros which they talk about... Why would someone hit someone so innocent, someone who hasn't scratched anyone all his life..

They were in the US before returning to India, Jiju was pursuing Post Doctoral at the Rutgers and also teaching at Princeton. I am not sure if its the other way round, but probably if you know Neeraj Kayal, I don't think I would need to make further statements about him.

I am going to get thrashed by sis for putting him up on the blog, but I guess its ok :P

Anyways, I was in Bangalore for Proto, which went off pretty well and unorganized. We did a Pitch Camp and also a VC Speed Dating Session for startups who wanted to meet potential funding partners, which was appreciated by the audience and the participants. It was a little unorganised and on the spot, but it went off pretty smoothly.

The Event was a good networking platform and I ended up meeting a whole lot of VCs and Startups and pitching them our iAccelerator Program.Freeman did a small Introduction on both the days and got a good response as well.

24th night, I took the bus to Bangalore. I had reserved a KSRTC and the services were ok. The mid way stop was awesome, and since I didn't get a chance to grab on some food, this was a blessing in disguise. Chatted with a couple females on the bus, the men were all obnoxious.. :P

25th morning, I headed off to Namita and Priya's house near Baga. Post friday night, I expected these girls to be drunk and sleepy.. I reached at about 11:30 pm and Priya was still sleeping and someone by the name of Sonia was also sleeping in Namita's room. Namita was no where to be seen, apparently she went off to sleep at her friend's place because Sonia had taken her bed :D

Sonia is an Afro Indian lady, who was in Goa writing her thesis on Afro Indian Lifestyles in India. She is studying in France. She still looked hungover and dead and I had just met her, so I didn't know what would make her feel better. Nonetheless, since I was hungry [no breakfast] and she looked like she wanted some breakfast, we headed off to the near by restaurant to eat something.

Had some banter about Commitment, Marriage, Guys, having kids and not having kids and how 33 yrs and Socialogy has taught her what life is all about... All this over Masala Omlette and Veg Fried Rice with Coke and Mazza.. And then we headed off, when she insisted she wanted to go back to Panjim to her house, as she had a lot of stuff to wrap up.

Asked a couple people there for rickshaws and where we can get them, no one had a clue. So we crossed the road and stood under a tree against a White Maruti 800, and were looking for an empty rickshaw to Panjim or Mapusa. 2 mins.. 5 mins.. no luck and the sun was burning me up.

The traffic was speeding past and no one even bothered to stop by and help us what so ever. The roads were thin and two lane traffic is something which was almost impossible on these tracks. But traffic was flowing.. at almost 50 - 60 kmph.

Worse comes to worse, I would have had to hire a bike and drop her to Mapusa and drive back to home at 1 in the afternoon. I suggested to come back home and rest for some more time and leave in the noon, but she was hell bent on leaving at 1 pm. So I accompanied her..

We were still waiting for rickshaws when a speeding inter city volvo, which looked almost out of control of the driver, was coming towards us. Considering that we were standing off the road, Sonia didn't expect it to come and bang into us. I mean, the bus is expected to move atleast half a meter away from the parked vehicles if not more. I moved behind the car because I didn't want a scratch on my body. But she was still there, leaning against the car so that she can be safe.

Well, the bus came crashing into the White 800, scratched the car, pushed it about half a meter from the road and also hit Sonia. Sonia was pushed about a meter from the car on the sides of the road and her head was bleeding. All this happened in the second that I moved from the car to the back.

I ran to her, was disgusted at the driver's ways. The bus had stopped about a 50 metres away and someone from the bus had already called the Emergency Number - 108. Gave her some water to drink and shouted at the driver, apparently the guy I shouted on wasn't the driver :P

Till the Emergency Van came, we figured that she had fractured her right arm, it was swollen and painful. The Emergency Van took us to Calangute Hospital which looked like some shady Government hospital, but the services were ok. They cleaned up the open wound and stitched it up. Almost 14 stiches on the forehead ! and applied some red tonic on the other open wounds.

In between, Sonia called up one of her friend who came to see her at Calangute Hospital. Priya and Myself had to accompany her all over Goa because apparently her "friends" were all working on a "national holiday". She also informed her Mother about the accident and aunty was trying all possible ways to figure out how to help Sonia from Bangalore.

The right arm was squashed and the Doctor just tied it to her neck with a bandage for support. She was being carried around on a wheel - chair. We were asked to move to a specialty hospital for X - Rays and CT Scans and we drove off to Goa Medical College.

It was the 26th of January and everything was shut. And it was getting difficult to get small things done. Goa Medical College took a lot of time to carry out tests. Priya was running around with her because I couldn't sit any longer in the Emergency Ward, which had people puking and screaming with pain. It kinda brought back memories of Ahmedabad Blasts and the patients at the Civil Hospital [I had gone to meet them 3 days after the blast, with a reporter friend]. So I was waiting outside.

One of Aunty's Contacts came to meet Sonia at Goa Medical College, someone with connections in the Government and private establishments in Goa.. Rich Man :D. We were a little relaxed then.

It was almost 3 pm and Priya was hungry.. She'd just gotten up and washed her face and brushed too [apparently she thought it must be some minor accident so she dressed up and freshened up before coming out to see the drama on the road outside her house] but didn't have anything to eat. So we rushed to the Hospital Coffee Parlour [Nescafe it was] and called for lots of stuff to eat. I explained her the entire story and she still looked confused.. Had to use the empty glasses from all the drinks we had and animated the scene on the table.. was fun.. :P and she seemed to be following it, so all was good.

I am not sure if such tragedies and dramas in my life make me a comedy model, may be its just a reflex action to not show the tension on my face and in my head. But I was smiling all through out and handled the situation pretty much well.. I would say so. This was the first time I'd ever faced an accident and so it was good..

Talked to a couple friends, while Sonia got herself checked up at the CT Scan place but all in vain.. didn't really help.. I didn't know how I was feeling.. One part of me said its all fine and that I need to keep my head open and take quick decisions and that tensions on this moment will screw up more than one life.. Had this rush of blood and energy and all good things which kept me going..

God was there.. And I knew he was there.. cus I was saved by a second and I knew he would help me.. :) help me survive till Sonia gets into better hands..

Goa Med College wasn't of much help, to the extent that they didn't want to give it in writing about the analysis they did on her and the injections they gave her. The IAS Office [Aunty's Friend] made a decision of taking her to the Manipal Hospital. We carried Sonia back into his car and drove to Manipal which is pretty much South Goa. Sonia was craving for a smoke, lit one for her and she was happy.

Manipal Hospital is close to the Cidade Goa resort, pretty location !

We put her into the hospital's custody and while they did their duties. What a relief !

The X-Rays and CT scan was done again and the reports mentioned multiple fracture of the right shoulder which had to be operated and no other major injuries. The Right Shoulder would be eventually fixed with metal joints because it was squashed completely.
The operation was scheduled for the 28th Morning. I still haven't got a chance to talk to her and ask her how she is, but I know that her family reached Goa on Tuesday morning to take care of her.

Another problem emerged before we could leave her in the hospital. Someone had to stay back with her all through the night to take care of her demands etc. We were in a fix and hoping she had enough friends to stay back at the hospital, because we barely knew her to stay back and take care. Over and above that, both of us were dead tired and lived pretty far away, leave that, We didn't have clothes or the morning stuff to stay back at the hospital.

Sonia then called her friend to come and stay back at the hospital and he agreed.
It was almost 7:00 P.M. when we left her. Her friend had still not come and we were not in a mood to stay longer.

Bid her farewell and headed off home, only to find Max sitting with Namita in her room. Max is Makarand Deshpande :)

Eventually, Sujoy drove down to Namita's place and the five of us headed off to Whispering Lake Resort, near Arambol Beach to have some gala time and good food. Makarand and Sujoy are Namita's friends. Sujoy lives in Goa itself and is a journo by profession, and Makarand came down from Mumbai to spend the extended weekend in Goa :)

Whispering Lake Resort was one heaven and after all the jazz during the day I really needed some piece of mind and a nice place to relax. The place has been designed and maintained by Stanzin, again Namita's friend from TISS. Amazing person and amazing work. If you like this place and want to make a visit there, leave a comment on this blog with your e-mail ID and I shall put you in touch with Stanzin.

The Night passed away singing with another bunch of people and Makarand Dancing :)




coming up, Bangalore - Goa Adventures_Day 2

The Meeting with the Man

I saw him walk out from the class, barely got a glimpse of his forehead.. tried to look through the crowd, and still couldn't manage to see him..

The crowd still surrounded him.. running behind to touch, probably take an autograph, talk to him, just see and I don't know what else..

Anyways, I ran, ran behind the crowd.. I wanted to see him ! I mean, I can't just go back to my room without having a glance, like a proper one. And no one would accept it, if i told them that I saw his head..

Pushed a few people, smashed against the benches on the way, dropped a couple coins [nah, I didn't bother turning around and picking them up] and pushed a few fat and slow people on my way.. ran down the slope and then tried to walk through the security.. didn't work out..

And I suddenly heard one of the guys "He will go up the stairs, clear the crowd, quick" and I jumped through the pool of Lilies, and went right in front of the stairs and stood there waiting for him to cross me. I was the only one..

I was at the stairs almost 5 seconds before him, a good enough time to have a full glimpse. Black T-shirt and a blue jeans, just like the receptionist described. I saw him, he saw me. I smiled, He smiled back. I waved at him and he waved back. All this before he started climbing the staircase to head off to his room..

Hehh.. never done this before.. Not for a guy, not for a celebrity, but yes, this time around, it was just for a kick. A saturday evening, and Ahmedabad doesn't really have much to offer, except for this lil adventure, which was going down the right track...

Well, I did see him.. So did, other normal junta.. I had to do something much more than that.. yeah, what, get an autograph, get a pic with him.. hmm, or may be something else.. things were running through my head, but cut it short.. An Autopgraph and a pic should be good enough. So what if some 80 people got to do it too, its awwrite for a start, and gives me enough kick for the moment..

Was walking back to my room, when I suddenly decided to walk to the first floor and check up on his room number.. ran up the stairs on the other end of the guest house, obviously, there won't be any security there. reached 'his' area.. crowded by some fat men and a whole lot of security guys... My colleague didn't want to walk in till there, cus she was probably scared or knew that they won't let us in there. Anyways, I tried, once, and confirmed if he was in there.

The room number was not visible, as his room was pretty inside in the wing.. Had to do something about this..

I walked down, and at dinner with some people, I made a plan of getting his room number..

"So how many people from the conference haven't paid up the room tariff" I asked the receptionist at the Guest House... In Between, the receptionist got a phone call and he got busy. And this was the chance. Flipped through a couple pages and there it was.. Aamir Khan 220*.. Wooo Hooo.. I like almost wanted to do a jig there, right in front of the receptionist.. Ha ha..

I walked back to my room, thinking what happen should next. I have the room number, but not the Land line number...

I faintly remembered that rooms around his were also given away.. and thought it would be a nice idea to call up the reception and ask for someone's number around his room.. So I called up and the same guy picked up the phone.. And I asked him for the number.. Apparently, the rooms around his were let out to his crew.. May be the secretary and four bodygaurds.. So he just wouldn't give me the number to the rooms.. "Ma'am no one is there in those rooms" is all I got to hear...

I kept the phone down, pretty upset. Still thinking what to do, when this brilliant Idea struck me.. Brilliant, atleast I want to call it so, but yes, it actually was pretty brilliant...

I had the directory to the Institute land line numbers.. !

Flipped through it, and found the series.. 2201 - 2210.. and calculated his phone number.. I was delighted..

Pallavi was chatting with me on GTalk, kinda told her what was running through my brains.. And gave her the number too.. She was too scared to call up..

I gathered some courage, and called up.. First time, I just heard some fax tone.. All plans seemed to fall to ground.. Wanted to give up, but tried one more time..

And it connected..

"Hi, who's this" he asks me.. "Hi.. can I know who is this on the other end"

"Yes.. Aamir here".. And I was all smiles..

"Hi Aamir, this is one of your fans calling, from campus.. " and all I could hear was giggles.. It was a nice feeling.. Yes I was talking to Aamir Khan over a Land line and no it wasn't a dream.. :)

We talked for some time.. like a minute, cus he wanted to crash and wake up early for his early morning flight.. I asked for a favour.. and he accepted it..

5:15 am is what he said, 4:50 am is the time we reached at the Guest house, for the fear of losing out on meeting him. First we were asked to leave by the receptionist. But Pallavi almost shouted on him saying "But, we talked to him over the phone and he asked us to come", which didn't help either. Eventually, the Guest House Manager - Neeraj, came to our rescue. Probably he met up with him and convinced him to let 5 - 6 people meet him at the entrance. We were delighted..

And well, the wait of 15 + extra delayed time was totally worth it. He walked down the stairs, charismatically and we three [Pallavi, Anushree and myself] headed off to meet him, take pics and autograph.

This did give me a kick.

There was this instant connection, greetings exchanged, and it seemed like he already knew me.. I am sure, he recognized my voice and also my face after the one second meeting in the evening.

Everything that I wanted to tell him, just vanished out of my head. Specifically, wanted to tell him about my Birthday falling 24hrs before his and how much I loved his old releases like Qayamat se Qayamat Tak, Andaz Apna Apna, Dil Hai Ki Manta Nahin, Jo Jeeta wohi Sikandar and the latest ones Lagaan, Dil Chahta Hai, Rang De Basanti and ofcourse TZP, and about Imran Khan, and about how I like his Ads and acting and well, everything :D

Got some pics clicked. I am waiting for some better pics from the others who were standing there.

[click on the pic for a bigger version, Pallavi - Anushree - Aamir, in that order from Left to Right]

[click on the pic for a bigger version, Pallavi - Anushree - Aamir - Aditi, in that order from Left to Right]

"So you are the one who blog's on http://aamirkhan.com/blog right?" and I got an affirmation to that question. Pretty impressive to know he reaches out to his fans himself and not through his PRO or Secretary who might be writing for other celebs on their Blogs.

That's the end of one awesome Saturday Night. Well spent, not Partying or watching movies, but waiting to meet someone early in the morning and bidding him farewell.

The most embarrassing part was getting a kiss on the cheeks by both Pallavi and Anushree together.. He He He.. They were so happy.. I think all of us will remember this for the rest of our lives, atleast I will :)

I shall wait for Mahesh Bhatt and the rest of the Bollywood team to come to campus, probably might end up chatting with them for longer than what it was with Aamir Khan. I wish there was some time to talk to him. Hoping to catch up with Aamir Khan over Coffee sometime in Mumbai. Lets see.. :)


Adios..

aDeSe

P.S. Aamir was at IIM Ahmedabad for one of the second year courses called Contemporary Film Industry, which some of us from the Centre also wanted to take up, but weren't allowed to. And his Secretary was in the very next room, the number of which I had asked for from the receptionist.

P.P.S. Pagalpan Resurrected ? :P

Where is he ?

some 20 people were running in one direction...
with Bamboos, sticks and bats....

running so fast, no one could have probably caught up with their speed...

I was standing and watching the show... Wondering, why are so many people running, and in one direction...

Are there more people running behind them to kill them ?
Are they running behind a person?

Did that man kill someone.. did he rob.. was he involved in an illegal relationship.. ?

Did he sleep with the village head's daughter... ?

Did he commit something more disgraceful.. ?

Between all these thoughts... I had forgotten to look for the robber...

The horde of people would cross me anyways.. I was on their way to catch the robber..

If he is going to cross me, I can may be try and stop him, he will topple over if I put my leg in the middle of his sprint, the race which he is trying to win..

So I kept looking...
And looking.. for the robber..

errr..

20 people crossed me, with bamboos, sticks and rods and bats...
but where is the robber...

I tried to focus harder...

And... I saw him... I finally spotted him...
I saw him jump the fence and enter the bush...

Brown, with dark black eyes, very thin.. and sprinting like crazy, jumping over fence, and barking and saving himself from the mean creatures...

Yes, It was a DOG !!!

Ah, well.. ended up in a bush, far away from my sight, and the 20 people managed to catch him by forming a circle around him..

And I, was laughing for the rest of the day..
I hope I made you laugh too...

LuV
- Aditi

P.S. This actually happened with me, this is not a fictional post.

Romance in his LyF ??

I met my first .. first .. first ever Girlfriend.. can you believe that.. After TEN years..
Its such a nice feeling.. I can't even express..

She was my first ever thing, first ever girl friend I possessed.. It was the same for her.. and it went on for three.. three and a half years..

We were so close to each other..

At those college traditional evenings, we used to dress up in similar clothes and go to college. I used to call her one night before and tell her "Look, we are wearing Black T-shirt over Blue Jeans tomorrow to college" and everyone used to go ga - ga over our dress because we were not traditionally dressed..

Its so cute and nice to meet her after 10 years.. She is still the same.. She still gets the same dimples after so many years..

It still feels like those days.. Its so nice to meet her.. Its an exhilarating feeling.. I'm all so happy..

We are trying to show people that we were not together.. we are trying to do things differently at the re-union thing.. its so funny.. she'll sit on the couch and I go and sit on the bed.. but I can see that she's looking at me from the corner of her eye.. So am I !!



Its so nice to listen to such stories.. and your heart goes, "Wow, perfect. One of those uniquely nice love stories. Totally romantic."

And no this is not fiction, this hasn't been made up by me.. but these are the snippets from a conversation I just had with a friend over the phone..

He sounded "So Much in Love" and so very nice.. He sounded so different.. He sounded so like I would have sounded 5 years back.. I could feel the emotions on the Phone.. It would have been so much better if I were there listening to all of this.. :)

These are one of those things I miss in my life.. the first boyfriend.. the first serious relationship.. I am not sure if I've had one in such a young age.. The first serious relationship I had was when I'd started working.. in Mumbai.. which went on for a year ! and then Phoooot.. hehehehe ..

Well, yes, I guess, if I do get a chance to meet him, it will be the same sparks and smirks and blushes kinda feeling.. But I am again nt sure if I will sound so-much-in-love types..

I think it will be more so after meeting my first crush.. But, its almost like, I end up fighting with the guy and so we completely lose touch.. I am not in touch with any of my previous boy friends.. none of them.. for reasons, I better keep them to myself..

I am in touch with all my friends, however, and we keep cribbin about the kind of girls / guys we find.. not the kind we would have ever dated... Seriously..

None.. absolutely none of my close friends have come up and told me that they've found the best girl / guy for themselves.. Nor have I ever seen them with the purrfekt girl / guy..

Personally.. I'm such a freak, tomboy, crazy, wierdo that I doubt if God has sent that one purrfekt guy for me.. :) .. not that I mind.. but still speculating..

And if that one purrfekt guy is, by any chance, reading this blog, please do let me know that you have been sent by God for me.. :)

I am not sure.. what more to write about..

But I miss "those" days of my LyF.. realised its 5 years since school ! and yes, five years since I met my first crush. Hmmm..

And you there, stop missing out on such sweet, romantic things in life.. Go out and find that purfekt guy/girl for yourself and keep me posted :)

Cheers

Aditi

Lift: Case I

so madam, along with three of her colleagues, steps in to the lift..
two stand in the two corners, madam is standing right opp to the switch panel and there are some 2 more unknown people in the lift.

the door is about to close, wen this guy who is suposed to get in, doesn't get in to the lift.. and we hav to struggle around and get the lift to stop so that he can enter.. But I think something was wrong with him, he didn't understand the works of a lift, maybe. So I almost shout on him askin him to get in..

He manages to walk in, hurting himself in the automatic doors of the lift.

While the lift gets going, I check the stops on my way to the 6th floor. The lift is supposed to stop on floor 4 as well, and I almost felt I knew who pressed the button..

Thin, lean and tiny, I'm barely visible in the crowd of 3 fat men and 2 tall ladies.
Makin the most of this situation, I kinda whisper - "Everyone will have to come out of the lift cus this guy in front of me has just pressed for number 4."

Floor Number 4, and that dumb fellow is out of the lift, expecting someone to get out... Well, there was no one who wanted to get out on #4 and it seemed like someone pressed the button by mistake.. I get the stares.. And I am almost trying to control my laughter..

The Dumb Guy again forgets that he has to get in before the lift door closes and we somehow manage to stop the doors for closing. I shout at him and ask him to walk inside the lift.

well.. floor 6 comes.. immediately after the door opens, I run out of the lift.. and start laughing, obnoxiously loud enough to shake the entire building.. err.. exxaggeration..

i run into the office, laughin like a Mad woman and two more follow..

The Story repeats and now.. 10 of us are jus sitting and laughing in the office..

My first Start-up Job and my last set of colleagues in Mumbai..
Miss you Guys..

Double - U - Turn

"Painstakingly Complicated" is the word for my LyF !!

i just took a U-Turn !!

Came back to Amdabad..

from Mumbai.. of all the things, from Mumbai..

I still remember the day I moved to Mumbai.. 30th of May it was... and the moment I entered the city, Mumbai saw its first showers of the yr 2006.. :)
Nice na..
Tat was a 'nice' U - Turn.

Unfortunately, the city was dry wen i left it.. The poor thing must been bored of me.. 18 months u see..

If you think, this post is going to have something nice to it, please don't stick around... I havn't even organised my thoughts before writing this post.

anyways... so yes, the second U - Turn happened on the 12th of Feb, wen i got this offer from the IIMA.. to work with them as a full-time employee... jus signed the offer letter and got back home..

It should be fun.. it is the asia's number one insti after all.. :P ! but i dislike the city.. !

oh yeah, so in the train i had a fight with a ummmm (tryin to hide things) family.. kinduv lost my brains.. started shouting and all of it.. and then realised how brainless people cud be... :P !

two men and a woman can't take care of their luggage and have to trouble a poor kid like me..
the TT came in and both of us were smiling at these guys stupidity..

and yes, i won the battle... :P

and then i typed in this message on my phone...

"Bye Bye Mumbai for one last time. Feeling wierd, wierd for a fact tat the obsession has ended. Nah... Not really.. The obsession with Mumbai can nevah end. To do justice to my emotions, the obsession with IIMA continues"

he he he ... in a sleepy state of affairs, missing things and people, high on emotions and mood swings, Miss PaGLi writes such things...

CriBBr PagLi !!

And another message to a fren:

"I want to so f***in get off at dadar and meet u again. You've been a darling and one thing I'm gonna miss in Amdabad are friends like you. Thank you so much for being here with me tonite. Good bye and good luck wit everythin. I'm already waitin for the next trip to Mumbai"

I was in two minds till the last minute.. thanks to the folks in mumbai, who almost convinced me to stay on the train and not get off.. If I'd been alone there, for sure, this post wud have been something else.. this day would have been somethin else.. !

Mumbai will keep happenin.. will try and put up the updates of travels to the city so that people can track me. :)

and as for the news.. I have signed the Offer letter and my new job starts from the 17th of March.. !

a lil excited... a lil sad.. for Madness and Amdabad are not supplementary.. or shud it be complementary.. yeah, Madness and Amdabad are not Complementary..

for the moment, its the north east calling... pics will go up soon..

till then enjoy.. I will try to..

LyF... Comin to a Halt !!

this post should have gone up long time back....
but since, things were still not in place, I thot of relaxin a bit on this news and not writing anything on the blog...

this would be the right time to talk about it.. though I am almost on the verge of backin out of it !!

U - turn in Lyf... things ending in Maximum City..
M movin off to Amdabad... for good or for bad, that tym will tell.. :P

the Incubation Centre at IIMA decided to hire me, so here I am, for all the affection and luv I hav for this insti, movin out of the the max city was a part of wat i can do to romance the campus again.. after some 18 months.. :)

happy.. or sad.. i still don no... i still don no, if i am actually goin to move in..
split minds... i wish i cud have a similar job profile with a similar kinda institution in the max city..
like they say, you can't get everythin you wish...

Shit scared of movin to amdabad and livin the family. missin out on the 'fun' with the awesome set of frens I had made in this city.. my cool gang from Pune.. hell... I don't want all this to end so easily.. and it had just started... why the hell is God playin games with moi lyf !!!

oh and wat about my other group of friends who are movin in this city this year.. m definitely goin to miss out being with you guys too...

the "Pagalpan" will end...

happy for a fact that it is one of the coolest institutes in the country... rocks ! the campus, canteen ki chicken maggie, rambhai ki kitli.. and on a more professional front, the interaction with the professors and of course the students...

well, lets see what does God have in store for me this time around..

Have decided to move with the flow... :) .. not gonna curse anyone for the decisions I make now.. Cus I am followin what the almighty asks me to do...

now u know, why no posts have gone up in the last 2 weeks..
wil make sure that i get on with the writing bit again... and atleast a post a day !!

keep logged in for more .. on my lyf..


Cheers

Aditi
- soon to be an Amdavadi..



(P.S.: Did I mention that all this love for IIMA has come back cus of this new song. Composed and sung by Gaurav, an IIMite, it is video-graphed on the IIMA Campus and it really made me nostalgic and wanting to go back to the city. 'for a change'. Check it out)

Traffic Signal

I have never been to a traffic signal with a guy before. You are the first one" ... :P

Well.. while puttin this up on the Pick – up line blog, I wasn’t really expecting this one to actually come to reality..

Yeah, I was at a signal wit a guy.. standing at the cross-roads, watchin the cars go by.. apparently, he likes watchin cars go by on the road… and this all at 11 in the nite..

and I suddenly get started with the pick-up line shit, and this one comes to my mind.

“I’ve never been to a traffic signal with a guy before. You are the first one” :)

Funy na..

Clarified it for him. Told him that I aint flirtin wit him, I am just quotin a line off my Blog..

Hmm.. some smiles exchanged, laughed a bit.. and then headed home after standing at the signal for an hour..

Wattay Date..

LyF rocks wen it is crazy LyK this !!

~A~

I wish I had bet on this one !!

I don't knw.. may be I'm just obssessed..
there's this one tele-serial which I kinda got hooked on to.. Jhalak Dikhhla Jaa...

only cus I liked one couple in there.. has to be Prachi and Deepak..
Prachi ofcourse is a good dancer, but I liked this couple more so cus of Deepak..

an excellent dancer, knows his moves, knows all the dances on the planet and is charismatic...
he can drool a whole lot of babes, only with his smile.. :) .. u see the obssession !

I was more fond of him cus of his eastern looks..

why did I not bet on this Jodi !! I alwayz knew they'd win it..
they actually won the Best dancer Jodi for Jhalak Dikhhla Jaa - II..

nice na !!

now I'm figurin out a way to get this dude's number, and learn some moves.. ;)


anyone who can help me wit this one ?? :D


~PiScEaNaTeD~


(P.S. I wish Deepak tracks me thru some Google Alert like iThink did )

Spanish LuV !!

interesting things happen to interesting people !!
And surprisingly, all these beautiful things happen to me.. actually wierd !

Lemme giv u a taste of it..

i really don knw how many women this dude has managed to get in touch with all this while, but for me, its been a nice nice experience..

its been around a month and a half.. since we got talkin.. and i'm still tryin to figure out 'why the hell does this man fake his profile' !!
It all started with Orkut.. some scraps were exchanged and then chats..

his Orkut and Facebook name reads as Kabir Fakes..

Calls himself a Facade !! weak inside.. Strong from the outside..
And chats with nothin less than 20 women at the same time..

the interestin part is that he actually doesn't talk to women in his real lyf..
its only thru his fake pro on these social networks he communicates with some 20 odd women..
and never had a girlfriend !!

and the idea behind fakin himself - "If I can make 25 people talking to me with a fake profile, imagine the magnitude if I were to use my original one"
i mean.. thats alrite.. but dude, wat if u meet the rite one thru your fake pro, u can't even try and get romantic with her.. !

and yeah, he is not good with flirting.. try it and u'l realise..

His own words ...
"I try hard to flirt...but at the end of the day I start either preaching or making sisters" !! :)
I cudnt help smiling at that one..

and we talk on a regular basis.. sharing ideas and philosophies.. talkin abt the daily nuances .. life in general.. his other 20 + babes.. and all this wit a fake person..

He is very intelligent..
working for EnY at the moment.. as an intern.. and movin out to become a CA..

wil take time before i understand the man behind this fake identity.. he doesn't reveal much about himself over such conversations..

for more.. check his Facebook Profile

this one was jus a lil intro to this Fake Kabir - the Spanish LuVer..
more to come up over the period..

Another small lil experience.. cherished, savoured and romancin..

cheers

Aditi

Sleepless-in-IIMA ??

ok, for all those of you who really really know the real PaGLi, also knw that me has had a nice experiences with this institute..

this one's abt this another wierd, funny, nice experience, the one i currently share wit this institute..

Met Rajarshee, who was in the second yr then, because of common interests in art.. thru orkut obviously..

Nov 12, 11:14 PM to be precise we started talkin abt "Interestin Blogs", wen this dude's blog - http://sleepless-in-iima.blogspot.com is mentioned..

and apparently, this blog was on my bookmark list even before Rajarshee mentioned about it.. i think i was followin this one since around 2 yrs or so..

and well.. more than the blog, Rajashree and myself are talkin abt Mr K.. the author of the blog..


m editin the chat and puttin it up here.. so jus read thru this very interestin thingy.. like i also say "Romance in ma Lyf" ;-)


11:14 PM Supernova :u like readin other intng blogs ??
me: yeah.. i do..

Supernova: read this .... max funny
http://sleepless-in-iima.blogspot.com/
me: do u use feeds..
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(and some talks about RSS feeds and random banter.. before we get talkin abt "the" man !! )

Supernova:
11:25 PM BTW ... u know what the guy who wrote the sleepless stuff scraped u recently .... u deleted that
:)))

me:
wat.. really..
who ?

Supernova: yeah .... i made royal fun of him on that !!!

me: i'm laughin too..

Supernova: a guy called karthik laxman

11:26 PM me: ok.. really..
f*** .. wat did he write..

Supernova: "hi" :)
LOL

me : IIMA passout.. and he writes a hi.. ??
i can't stop laughin..

Supernova : what to write .. hey sexy .. u know what m a IIMA grad

11:27 PM me: he hehe ..
nt like tat..
i mean.. a more decent thing..
hi.. is like so very not IIMA types ya
wat is his screen name ?

Supernova: ok ... then i shud be more careful next time :)
karthik
11:28 PM well will tell u the whole thing

me: karthik !!
i deleted it.. u sure..
tel me..
m still laughin..

11:29 PM
Supernova: this bugger is one of my close frnd ... he scraps me and one day saw ur scrap ... a typical guy .. went to ur album ... saw ur b/w pic of the choco thingy ..... got intd ... scraped u .. told me ... i checked next day and saw it deleted !!!
and then he was like ... "well i guess the girl saw my album :("

me: hehehheh ...

11:30 PM f***in awesome conversation..
m still laughin
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(then some banter abt entrepreneurship, while i'm browsing thru "the" man's profile on Orkut.. aankhein chamki budday ki date dekh kar.. aur yeah chamka dimmaag..

aagey padho sir !!)


11:54 PM sexy wala idea aya..
11:55 PM karthik ka birthday aa raha hai na..
give me some nice idea

Supernova: LOL
err ..... this has to be sumthing smashing
11:56 PM wait have to think abt it
also he's in ahd :)

me: like wat.. sorry for deletin ur scrap or sthin.. and i'm coverin up for my mistake by featurin u on my blog..
:-P

Supernova: so u may also think of sumthing

me: ok..
like wat.. sorry for deletin ur scrap or sthin.. and i'm coverin up for my mistake by featurin u on my blog..
:-P
and then put the whole conversation on the blog

Supernova : well not bad idea

11:57 PM me: mean types..

Supernova: only that for 1 day i'll have to keep my gtalk and cell off to prevent his choicest of words for me

me: hehe
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thats where the conversation doesn't end..
but m not puttin the rest of it..

So Mr. K's budday gift has been decided.. and delivered too, with the publish button and an e-mail to Sir..

F*** i'm growin meaner day by day.. (Baby, i'm gonna thank u for this :-P)

well, one more nice experience.. but hillarious.. actually, get to the root of the conversation, talk to me, and then we can laugh together :-D !! All over again..

only one place where i've found and continue to find life and experiences which last longer than anythin else in this world..
cherished it.. and still cherishin..

i can actually go on abt the whole IIMA and life thing.. ! but enuf to bore u guys.. may be a new post, sometime else..

Luv..

~A~

of Luv and Madness

got this SMS in the morning from my friend Santo..

somthin like defines me... somthing like i believe in...
a lil story.. about Luv and Madness !!

read on -

Once all the feelings decides to play hide and seek..
Madness started counting, all others were hiding..

Lie said he will hide in near the tree, but didn't hide there.
Luv hid in a rose bush.

Everyone was caught except Luv. But Envy told Madness where Luv was hiding.
So Madness jumped in the bush and dragged Luv out.

Cus of thorns in the bush, Luv lost both his eyes.

Hence, God cursed Madness and he was ordered to be with Luv forevah.

Since then, Luv is blind and Madness alwayz accompanies Luv !!

How True !!!

~ adi ~