Hello again! Quite a bit of time taken to come back here..anyways..So here's my 2nd post.
Firts of all, there have been quite a few transitions in my life.First one being my joining G S Lab, and thereby moving to Pune.Rest, I will keep u guys posted on. :P
So Pune, as we all know, has been a happening place! More so, with the likes of Avinash Narwade [my Senior from engg. coll] (read DJ Nash).
And luckily, I stay just 10 mins away from the Center Port (a flat in Aundh where DJ Nash stays).
On a fine week day, a forward was sent about a weekend long music event which boasted of "War of DJs" and live performance by rock bands. A treat for people who enjoy music, like to let their hair down, or just watch it from distance. After all, who the hell cares about who the DJ is..all we want is "dance..baby..dance"!
So, it was enough for the group (Maddy-the event manager for us,Ajya-music Guru, myself, and of course DJ Nash).
What i did not know about, was, another joinee to the group whom i had met before but hadn't watched closely. None other than, Mr. Chaitanya (DJ Nash's classmate)! The guy is fundoo!
The venue for the event was SIIB, Hinjewadi. Next to the organization where our own hero (Maddy) works. :P At 7.15,[of course PM, War of DJs is not supposed to be at early mornings] we left. Hang on..we left in 'Punto',courtsey, Mr. Fundoo. The car was rocking, comfort was there to feel, and the driver was even more rocking, u gotta feel the twists and turns.
On a philosophical note, while being in company of these guys, I realize that its not about external add-ons that make
the moment enjoyable, its about simple things like zeal, enthu, sense of humour.
As we did not have enough passes, we had to pick the required ones from one cool dude..from one of the members of a rock band which was to perform at the event. Man, the attitude shows up..I guess they have got music in their blood.
Mine never smells like that..maybe u would get a couple of books after dissecting me.Bibleophile, never mind! Hardik, the cool dude I just talked abt, gave us the passes and we then straightaway dashed at the venue.
After a long time, I was at a college event, reminding me of my days in COEP.But the nostalgia was quickly washed away by the 'tongue-in-cheek' jokes being cracked around.No one was spared.After all, the group holds the name very proudly,
"Nusta Danga" [only fun!].The typical management college atmosphere was conspicuous to be ignored. Out of nowhere, one of the students comes and asks you to purchase a BhelPuri.Even after telling her, that we already have emptied our pockets at the coffee-sandwich stall, she goes on to convince and finally someone relents to buy it for 10 bucks. "Tumhare liye maja, aur humko fukat me saja", my Hindi speaking Marathi heart cried out. In vain, DJ Nash has got a big heart.
So he was the one who dared to buy the "Bhelpuri".
We settled down on the stairs of something like an amphi-theatre, and watched the stage getting ready for the event. One thing i did not like, was, the timelines not being followed. The event was to start at 7, and the warm up itself continued till 8.
Yeah, i work in IT, and i am very strict abt time-lines being followed by "others". Finally, "War of DJs" began, which of course, ignited the dancing dragons within us.And within no-time we were on the dance floor.[honestly speaking, i had to be pulled in ;)]
One thing i still dont understand abt good dancers, where the hell do they get the steps from, and that too spontaneously. Look at Nash while dancing, u will feel the innovative energy flowing all along.U just keep guessing what the next move's gonna be, and he gives a surprise for sure. Man, i wish i have that skill.
Ajya, the guy knows some subtle moves, and creates few as well, making it more joyous to watch. And Maddy has his own flavour, I better be off not talking abt it as it needs a verbose explaination to put it in words.
Mr. Fundoo was unstoppable as well. Out of the blues, he comes up with something similar to 'kajrare', and introduces it as a signature step, cutting across the heart, making u dance at one time and wonder at other!
DJs kept coming and going, we were enjoying the moves.One of the DJs was even booed by the crowd, apparently for playing some out-of-sync Hindi songs. The organizers had arranged for 'rain dance' as well. I really need to check out who the hell has got this concept in..and for what purpose? Dance while it rains..??? Must be an IT guy..They need channels to free their energies.
Cursing the DJs, the ones who played, i dont know what, something crap, we continued dancing, till it struk that we were hungry.
[to be continued..]
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, October 19, 2009
It feels cool when you vote!
yo..yo..yo..here I go! The wait is finally over and here I am..writing my first post.
Feels cool. This is as exciting as it was to vote for the first time. Oh yeah..I exercised right to vote for the first time in my life!
As luck would have it, my leave had to be cancelled to be part of a release which had to be scheduled only during Diwali (yes..you guessed it right..I am an IT professional).Anyways, the inner voice told me to grow up..(thats how u convince urself when u really want to do otherwise).
So i decided to go home a week before and create & celebrate some pre-diwali events [i know, there are none, but need to pretend]. I got the flight tickets booked to Hyderabad from Bengaluru and then a train reservation to GNR from HYD. I really did not know the price of 10 minutes until after I missed the flight. I reached the airport at 6.10pm and the flight was to take off at 6.30.I was greeted with 2 words which made me numb. "Not possible"! ("You are late for the flight"--a ticket of which cost u 3000 INR..what the hell!). With a brave heart, I bought one for the next flight and was given refund with some charges deduced..some solace.I dont want to get into the details of how the flight did a go around before landing at HYD, because of turbulent weather, and how it scared the shit out of me for a moment when the plane took off just when it was landing!Guys..it was scary.Of course..i missed my train and had to take a bus to finally reach my desti.
After spending 2 days @home, it was finally time to get back to work, but the jago re! campaign had its impact on me - liitle late- but better late than never. I got my leave extended by one day and planned to leave on Tuesday, 13th oct morning @ 7.50am by train, after i caste my vote.
It was really pleasant to know that voting was to begin at 7.00 am..and believe me..it did..those guys were right on time. As instructed by my dad, I went inside the booth at 7.30am, with PAN-Card held in one hand, to be able to show it quickly enough.The voting centre was a school.One of the classrooms was where i was to press the button, on an EVM. As directed, i got into the room, and joined the queue of enthusiastic voters who were already there.Before that, there was an instruction board outside the room, at the entrance which had the "Do's and Dont's".One of the dont's was, to keep the mobile phones switched off, once inside the room. The moment i stepped inside, i could hear "Bidi jalaile...jigar se piya..jigar ma badi aag hai..". Whatever!
"Tumch nav kahi match hoina buwa..tumchya gharatun dusara koni asel tar gheun ya bar tyanna." [your name doesnt seem to be matching with the one in the list I have.Could you please get somebody else from your family to ascertain ur identity?] I heard the convo between a man standing ahead of me in the queue and the election-officer-on-duty. There was an issue, with the I-Card I guess. And next, was my turn. With ink applied to the back side of nail of the index finger of left hand, I was then directed towards the EVM. I located the candidate on the EVM, pressed the button. 10-20-100-500 millis..nothing seemed to be happening..And finally, after a thousand millis "BEEP!" A feat achieved!
Next day, when i returned back to my home @ Bengaluru, one of my flat-mates was spot-on to notice that i voted & did not forget to ask with a wicked smile.."Looks like u voted..So how much could u save after paying for the train ticket? :P" I was prompt to reply, "Muze pata hai, tu nihatta aur akela kahan milta hai :P"
Feels cool. This is as exciting as it was to vote for the first time. Oh yeah..I exercised right to vote for the first time in my life!
As luck would have it, my leave had to be cancelled to be part of a release which had to be scheduled only during Diwali (yes..you guessed it right..I am an IT professional).Anyways, the inner voice told me to grow up..(thats how u convince urself when u really want to do otherwise).
So i decided to go home a week before and create & celebrate some pre-diwali events [i know, there are none, but need to pretend]. I got the flight tickets booked to Hyderabad from Bengaluru and then a train reservation to GNR from HYD. I really did not know the price of 10 minutes until after I missed the flight. I reached the airport at 6.10pm and the flight was to take off at 6.30.I was greeted with 2 words which made me numb. "Not possible"! ("You are late for the flight"--a ticket of which cost u 3000 INR..what the hell!). With a brave heart, I bought one for the next flight and was given refund with some charges deduced..some solace.I dont want to get into the details of how the flight did a go around before landing at HYD, because of turbulent weather, and how it scared the shit out of me for a moment when the plane took off just when it was landing!Guys..it was scary.Of course..i missed my train and had to take a bus to finally reach my desti.
After spending 2 days @home, it was finally time to get back to work, but the jago re! campaign had its impact on me - liitle late- but better late than never. I got my leave extended by one day and planned to leave on Tuesday, 13th oct morning @ 7.50am by train, after i caste my vote.
It was really pleasant to know that voting was to begin at 7.00 am..and believe me..it did..those guys were right on time. As instructed by my dad, I went inside the booth at 7.30am, with PAN-Card held in one hand, to be able to show it quickly enough.The voting centre was a school.One of the classrooms was where i was to press the button, on an EVM. As directed, i got into the room, and joined the queue of enthusiastic voters who were already there.Before that, there was an instruction board outside the room, at the entrance which had the "Do's and Dont's".One of the dont's was, to keep the mobile phones switched off, once inside the room. The moment i stepped inside, i could hear "Bidi jalaile...jigar se piya..jigar ma badi aag hai..". Whatever!
"Tumch nav kahi match hoina buwa..tumchya gharatun dusara koni asel tar gheun ya bar tyanna." [your name doesnt seem to be matching with the one in the list I have.Could you please get somebody else from your family to ascertain ur identity?] I heard the convo between a man standing ahead of me in the queue and the election-officer-on-duty. There was an issue, with the I-Card I guess. And next, was my turn. With ink applied to the back side of nail of the index finger of left hand, I was then directed towards the EVM. I located the candidate on the EVM, pressed the button. 10-20-100-500 millis..nothing seemed to be happening..And finally, after a thousand millis "BEEP!" A feat achieved!
Next day, when i returned back to my home @ Bengaluru, one of my flat-mates was spot-on to notice that i voted & did not forget to ask with a wicked smile.."Looks like u voted..So how much could u save after paying for the train ticket? :P" I was prompt to reply, "Muze pata hai, tu nihatta aur akela kahan milta hai :P"
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