To the bestest friend ever!!

It said that the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach and it was very true in my case. It all started with a packet of wonder cakes ;)

There was this one girl who always came late to class, and one fine day she sat diagonally opposite to me. It so happened that her friend was sitting next to me. So during the break time, she passed on the wonder cakes she had brought to her friend. Being the kind of the person that she is, she urged to me to take a couple of them too (to make sure that I didn't feel bad). And that was enough for me. I instantly liked her :P Okay, I know its silly, but still it felt really good. 

Initially we were just exchanging pleasanteries, no much of talking. But something about her always made me want to talk her. She was one person in the class whom I looked up to everytime I feeling low. And the classes got the over and it was time to start searching places for internships. Thats when the real thing started. Taking turns to constantly pester the internship firm for an interview and finally joining in there. I still remember both of us giving the same answer for why we wanted to join that firm. Lol! 

There was no looking back after that. Internship wouldn't have been half as fun as it was, had it not been for her. She's an all rounder, in every sense. Smart and caring and mature, way beyond her age. The one thing that attracted me to her the most was, she was a non stop chatterbox, talking all the time :P a perfect match for me (actually even better than me).
She's one person I look up to and who has always been there for me ever since I knew her.

Its been 5 years since we knew each other and she's one person who knows me in and out and I know her the same way. 

To all those after office corn n cheese sandwiches, frankies, after class lunches, movies, pizzas, pani puris, beach trips, the never ending plans for joining swimming / veena / yoga and what not, and much more things which I'll cherish forever and ever
So here's to the best thing that has ever happened in my life... Wish you a very very happy birthday pree :D :D

P.S.: I've been wanting to write this post for her last birthday, but it's only now that I've mustered enough courage to put down my thoughts to words.

P.P.S.: Her lunch of fried rice and cutlet.. Yummmm! The best I've ever had in my life ...!

This is one pic a friend of mine had for her, and guess it completely applies for me too!!

Once again wish you a very happy happy birthday pree :D Enjoy life and keep smiling :)

Loads of love,
G

A big fat yellow BULB

It all started with my craving to have one big fat dinner tonight. And you know what, I got lucky. There was this wedding reception of one my dad's colleague. Like always, I bounced at the opportunity and tagged along with my dad, having absolutely no clue about that colleague.

Before leaving, I just scanned the invite lazily to look up the venue. Only on the way to the place did it hit me that I had seen both these names somewhere in FB yesterday. So thus comes the big fat yellow Bulb No. 1, it was the wedding of my 10th standard school mate's brother.

Well, ignoring my hunger pangs, I survey the entire hall to find the schoolmate, but she was no where to be seen. And out of the blue comes an aunty asking me if I can recognise her. Phew! I had forgotten, as always. Taaaaaadaaaaaaaa comes BULB no.2. Its one of my closest friend's mom. *Bangs at the wall* Irony being, I had met her once and ate some of her yummy yummy appams.

Enough was enough. I so wanted to hog the food and leave the place asap before I get one more bulb. But fate had other plans. Being the small town that my hometown is, almost everyone knew everyone. This being the wedding of dad's colleague's son, naturally all his friends were there. So he went about introducing all his friends. He was particularly explaining about one of his friends who was engaged in charitable works and wrote some good articles for the office. Guess what, third bulb, that uncle happened to be the father of the guy who was my class topper in Class X.

Podhum da saami nu kilambiten angendhu :P

P.S.: The food was nice. Also, the 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream in the end ;)

I'm the appatucker!

Well folks, it's official, I'm a Chartered Accountant now, and what more, I'm placed. Ok, the results came almost 2 months back. Being the lazy brat that I am, I kept procrastinating this post. I better not delay it anymore, lest I forget the entire episode.

Result day. 

After having tasted failure in one group in the previous exams, this time I was ready for anything, but of course, I was nervous. So on the day of the result, I went about doing my usual chores and proceeded to the tailoring class (took this up as a hobby to keep myself occupied).

This time around, I wasn't really hopeful that I'd make it , because of that one last paper which had practically screwed my hope of clearing the exams. The moment I saw that question paper, I knew I was in for a toss. My eyes were almost brimming with tears. I didn't understand half of what had been asked in the question paper. Having written the previous exam really well and this being the last exam, I became a little over confident and lethargic. Somehow I managed to stay in the exam hall for the whole 3 hours and write whatever that came to my mind, instead of just walking off right away, though the latter option seemed the right thing to do.

Now coming back to the present, the results were due at 2 PM, but I know they'd be released around 10 or 11 AM. I started becoming more nervous by every passing minute. But since there were a lot of people around in the class, I kept engaging in conversations with them to reduce the nervousness. At around 11 30 AM, I got a call from friend. The results were out. She was like, donkey, didn't check whatsapp, you cleared with a total score of 200 (FYI, a 200 on 400 is the pass mark). I had made it through.. HURRAYYYYYY!!!! 

I called up my dad, and he was like, come home right away. And when I did come home, the look on his face said it all. He was really really happy. All I could think of was, thank god, I didn't let him down again. Still I hadn't checked out the individual scores. As expected the penultimate paper was the saviour of the day, a 65 in that had helped in reaching in the reaching in the total of 200. And in the last paper which I was so worried about, the score was 44. Not bad! 

It still felt like a dream. Here I was a qualified chartered accountant, a course which I had decided to take up 7 years ago for the mere reason that I didn't want to do engineering. Calls  kept flooding the whole day with relatives and friends congratulating me on the success and wishing luck!

Like they say, once you succeed, all stories become success stories. The same happened with me too. 

5 years of hardship, all for these 2 letters, CA. All that I can hope for now is, these words are worth the hype that surround them.

P.S.: Placement episodes, a separate post!

Ciao!!

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A while back, I had this orientation session for campus placements, where a speaker told this story. It was something that had me thinking. I wanted to document it then and there, but he was really fast, and there were so many other things happening around me that I couldn't write this one down. I swore not to forget the story, but it kept moving in and out of memory. When I desperately wanted to remember it, nothing would come to my mind. But sometimes, all of a sudden, I'd remember it. Today being one such lucky day, I decided to record it, before it vanishes off my mind.

One fine Sunday afternoon, A was sitting at home and watching a match (obviously, cricket) between India and Pakistan. It looked like a easy win for India. As the match was going on, B, a good friend of A, came to his home. He saw the match going on in the television, went into the kitchen, made some coffee and came over to watch the match.

Meanwhile, the game was getting worse, there were lots of wicket falls. A was getting worried and started imagining things like B was a bad omen / ill luck, because from the time he stepped into my home, Indians aren't playing well. When he glanced at B, who seemed to enjoying his coffee, he got even more pissed.

Finally it was down to 6 runs 2 balls, and at that moment, Harbhajan, who came forward to take a hit, was stumped. A was becoming paranoid and started cursing B under his breath. He decided to beat the shit out of B if India loses.

1 ball and 6 runs required. Naturally, as you would have guessed, it was sixer! India had won the match. A was jumping up and down with joy. B, on the other hand, was still calm and sipping the coffee. A had had enough. So, he questioned B, "Aren't you happy that India won the match?"
B replied, "Arey yar, ye tho last week match ka replay hi" (Translation: Hey man, this is just a replay of last week's match)

A was dumbstruck.

The story ends there. Naturally, I should have written a moral or whatever it is that got me thinking in this story, but I really am unable to put it down in words/proper coherent sentences of what's going through my mind. Some day when I really find the right words, I hope to update this post ;)

Gotta go now, Ciao!

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