One of my best weekends ever…

Hi friends… Wish u a belated Happy Ugadi…!!! May this new year bring lots of new joy and happiness and also new hights of success to you all…

I love festivals, especially when they come on friday or monday…(’cause u can get 3 consecutive holidays u c..!!!), So as I had planned earlier, I left to my home town Shimoga last Thursday night… And this time I was bit more excited than usual… 2 main reasons…
1) My mom’s 46th Birthday and 2) My dad has got a Car now…!!! (It was his dream of owning a car from the time immemorial…)
So with that excitment I came to the Bus Pickup point along with kushal, and once the bus came I wished him a “very happy weekend” and left from there… It takes some one and half hour to cross outskirts of Bangalore in usual times, But the never seen kind of traffic that night made me feel sick as the bus took full 4 hours to cross the outskirts and I reached my hometown 2 hours late… With very less sleep in bus (Its kind of disease for me that I wont get sleep while travelling!!!)…
Dad came to pick me up, and I reached home in few minutes… Mom was waiting for me standing near the gate… U know, I love it, When my loved ones will be awaiting my arrival with lots of love filled in their heart… And need not to be mentioned its there by default with the living god for us… Mother… I always face this situation that whenever I go home once in two months and I see my mom waiting for me near gate… I always experience a kind of a mixed pool of emotions… And this time it was my mom’s birthday.. So I went my mom and I hugged her and wished her… She was very happy… When I gave her a Saree as a gift she was very happy and was jumping with joy…! becasue the saree was of her favorite colour and this was the first saree I gave her after I started earning… She was very proud of me… And Even I am proud of my parents. Everyone should be proud of their parents…
After cutting the cake and singing birthday song for my mom, My focus slowly started turning towards my other reason for excitment… The Car…
I Dont have experience in driving  a car even once…! And after seeing my bike riding skills, My best buddy Chetan also doesnt want to take risk in this regard.. because he loves his car too much and cant afford to see a single scratch also on his car… So there is no question of me driving his car as of now…!
Anyways now as we had a car of our own, and even dad has little confidence in me that I drive pretty well , (Actually I lied to him that I have little experience of driving my friend’s Car in Bangalore and trust me except “Need For speed Series of car games and I dont have any experience in car driving other than in my laptop , Then actual driving tho door ki baat hey…!!!) Anyways some how I could managae to grab the car key from my dad and asked my Cousin Bro (Who knows car driving perfectly) to sit beside me and I started the car…

My dad was too tensed to see his car being driven by me, went inside and … I started the car, and with the guidence of my Bro, For the first time I was about to drive a car…
Trust me, that was really a moment of pride to me… and u might not understand this, but if u have experienced it and if u remember for the first time when u drove the car of your own u would understand that… and its a wonderfull experience…

but hold on… I havent even moved the car.. I just started it.. I put the frist gear, Slowly started releasing clutch and gave a little accelerator.. Car moved a bit, then picked up in a good phase and I started driving it, Then to second gear, then to third..
It was going good… And in between the road when a bus came from behind I was bit scared and did something.. I dont know what had happend, engine went off.. I again started, moved the car to a certain distance. Then my bro asked me to take a turn and i did, Stearing was slowly coming under my control, and my excitment level was on peak, So I drove our car for the first time, and it was a real good experience for me… When I parked the car in front of my house, Dad was very happy to c the car in a good condition as earlier…!!!

I enjoyed this weekend I must say.. Had lots of fun talking to my parents a lot, having dinner together… driving our car, family long drives… gifts to my mom, cakes, ice creams, movies, friends, cousins, music… etc.. a perfect weekend with family…

I am happy for it… I am happy for everything that i have and Idon’t have… I thank god for everything !!!

I hope u too had a nice weekend.. So if u have experienced a special time this weekend, Dont hesistate to share… I will be awaiting your comments…!!!

A Surprise Guest Writer for my blog…!!! None other than… Mr. Patnaik

Sidhantha… The only one person among my seniors that I am really proud of… The person who really showed me, I must say some of the wicked facts of life… He is my mentor, My friend, and I should say my co-video maker during my college days… If people notice me in PESIM, it will be either because of my sense of humor or for my video making skills.. And he is the person who really nourished this talent of mine… He really showed me how bad it is to be called as a “looser” and showed me how to overcome that also… If I have acheived something out of my college, this guy has a a bit major role to play… Thanks Patnaik Bhai…

Well, This is What he written as a guest writer for this blog!!!

Do comment after reading…!!!

“Let me introduce first, I am Sidhanta Patnaik – senior of Alan in PESIT while he was doing his MBA. Now all you readers must be wondering what business I have to be present in his blog space. The idea of me writing on this space is Alan’s idea of introducing the concept of “guest writer”. Always knew Alan was intelligent but finally he has decided to be creative and conceptualize things like this.
Now that I am writing I need to write something that has to do with Mr. Alan Castelino, that’s how I call him. I know him since the day he came in to college for his MBA degree. Those days our group “AYOGYAS” used to engage ourselves in a series of activities that would give us an opportunity to interact with the juniors around and in the process makes some meaningful friendship. This guy was quite raw with his attitude and from the day we saw him, we decided that this boy needs to be given a good session. So every time we devised any programme for the juniors we would take keen interest to see whether this smart@$$ participated or not. When the announcement was done for the “Fresher of The Year”, Accuiel 2007 competition, Alan Castelino did enroll his name. It was for the first time that a Fresher’s party was being taken so seriously in our campus and we all had put in our everything to create a trend that still is being maintained. Alan Castelino tried to act little bit smarter than expected in all the rounds. He was behaving as the world is owned by him and there is no place for anyone around. The level of mental torture implicated on him was slowly but steadily increased and we became the Steven Waugh’s and loved the way the cookie crumbled for Alan. Every day we could see the level of frustration increasing and he was so much trying to get to the finish line. But one day the cookie finally crumbled and he backed out of the competition. Instant loser is what we termed him. Obviously that’s what he was. How can someone quit?
Then life moved on and you could not ever see Mr. Castelino outside classroom. Then one day thunder struck him and he decided to make a living out of his stay in PES. From then on life changed for him and our relationship kept strengthening from pillar to pillar. Fests and events became our common motto of existence and he picked up the art of making videos really fast.
The days and nights we have spent for the two years in campus working on the “making” videos of various events will always remain etched in our memories. Jyothi and Alan have been entertained so much by my one liners that today they are masters with their one liners.
Fun it was during those days.
Alan, I guess this much is fine.
To write more, I will charge. Professional you know!!!
And you know you can’t afford me so let me write FULL STOP”

Cheers to U Bhai…!!!

The Sleeping Beauty…@@@

Good Morning Guys….!

Hope All of u r doing good… Keep going good..

This Post is just about my other buddy… JO… Jothi… Yes, None other than Jothi Chandrashekar, A Big fan of Sleeping like a dead Man, And who gets really pissed off if somebody disturbs his sleep….
I have seen him since past two years, Since the first semester of our MBA, I have never seen any person sleeping like that… The actual thing is he won’t sleep for too long…(Like me).. But when he sleeps, he is literally dead!!!… (Trust me, 2 or 3 times I have checked his pulse to c whether he is alive or dead!!!), And there are so many instances I should tell u people about his sleeping skills…
he is the guy who sleeps with his thick blanket covering whole of his body, even his head, no matter how hot it may be, u will find him with the same posture, as if a white cloth is covered over a dead body. And he sleeps like this during all kind of whether…!!! He is so consistent in his sleeping skills… I really wonder how he does that…

When ever we used to party with other friends, in his old dungeon room… at one point of time, we used to search for him, and used to find him in the corner of his room sleeping in his same old posture…!!!

I ‘ll tell u one of the recent incidents… that really amazed me of his sleeping skills…

Few days ago, when he was sleeping.. I was watching a movie in my laptop.. it was almost 12 AM by then… and I was getting ready to sleep… and suddenly I heard a horrible sound along with totally bright lightening effect… The sound and light effects went on for 50 to 60 seconds continuously… and I was like totally blank and scared.. power went off after that.. I thought somebody detonated some C4 bomb in our college, as I stay just beside my college.. thinking of that (to c the fun).. I went outside and I found that, two transformers beside our building were on fire due to some short circuit or some other reason… all the people of our building were outside, being scared of this incidence… We are like some 25 people in the building and all of them were on the road explaining what happened there, and how they got scared, etc, etc…. Even our owner who is very famous for his snoring at night that used to disturb the first floor guys, (he stays in ground floor) was also there, searching for the reason of that short circuit, with the help of his small pen torch.. I also went down, discussed about what happened to my fellow building mates, and some body asked me…

“Dude, Where is Jo?”

And even I started looking for him… All these times I was completely blank, and never gave a thought about him.. when I did not find him there.. I went back near my room…

and

When I entered my room in that darkness…
“gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…….. Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr………. Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrr”

Bloody hell…!!!

He was sleeping as if nothing had happened there or he is in some sound proof room… I was like Damn…! What the hell… Even if Kumbkarn was there and if he could came across this kind of incidence (Short circuit of Transformers).. Trust me, he could have gone directly to the BESCOM and would have screwed their happiness for life time….
And this guy… hmmm… that was beyond my imaginations…
trust me he came to know about this incidence next day evening, and he was asking me..” dude, somebody was telling there was transformer blast last night…!!!”

and I said…

“OH.. Is it…????????????????????????????????”

(PS for JO: dude reading this post, please don’t screw my sleep here onwards. he, he, he…)

Well, what ever it may be, he is also my best friend, my room mate and above all….

The Sleeping Beauty….!!!

Dosti

I just wanted to tell u people about my Dost.
He is one of my best buddy for life, he is a good friend, good advisor, good supporter, good time pass and also good ..(Well, Kushal knows a bit more about this,)… I call him Taj Kumar (Reason can’t be disclosed),
At times, He makes me realize what I am, He had not done a special thing, but whatever he does for me sometimes… the small small things, I feel very special about those…
Dont misunderstand me, This is not a Dostana story or something!!!
I just want to thank him for every thing in some or other way… So I am just writing this post dedicated for him…

There are so many situations which were really funny.
I know him since last 4 year I guess…
If I am a MBA graduate, The credit goes to him because, If I had never met him, I would have never come to know about PGCET exam for MBA, I would have never got a good ranking and a good college for MBA…
So there is a major role to play by this person in my life during MBA also because whatever second semester notes I referred was supplied by him.. Specially BRM subject…

even after my MBA when we were both searching for a job, He took me for several interviews along with him… And I got selected… (Sorry!, But he didn’t).. But never showed me any kind of frustrations for that… and other thing is even I rejected those Jobs..

He used to join me for lunch when I was in my Previous company, He used to come near my office by walking almost a kilo meter at afternoon in the hot sun…!

Every evening used to be very tensed for me as I worried about my next day’s pending jobs.. and he used to come to me and used to swing my mood from that tension to some other cool stuff…

Even when I was depressed for a reason during last few months, he was a real good support for me…!

and
This morning I woke up around 8 and I was getting ready, Was feeling bit hungry but had no time to have break fast…
and this friend of mine enters room and gives me a Parle-G biscuit packet… and he left for his office…

Thanks for being there mere Dost…!!!

RAM …. Naam tho suna hoga…!!!

Cheers to u…!!!

The Tale of 3 Shirts…

Guys … from past few days I am writing all emotionally intence posts I guess…. SO I am taking a brake…

This is not a serious write up.. just for time pass… SO just read it and forget it… because actually its like a Comedy movie from Ram gopal Verma… No story, No acting, only situations…

and the story begins like this,

That evening as usual, I finished my ofice work around 7 and was heading back to my home…

and again as usual I got a call from my very old (age vise) dumb friend… and the conversation went on again as usual…

“tussi ki karriya he?… KAb nikal raha he office se?” and all that same old questions… and again as usual me and my wierd answers… and ended up in waiting for her on the way… She told She will be coming in ten minutes but again I guess her time sense gone for a toss (Courtesy: Basavanagudi Traffic), and she dint turned up even after 20 Mins… My level of patience wa scoming down and slowly the evil inside me was dominating me… I dint wanted to get angry… I knew my weakness of being a very short tempered person… So saw here and there… and I found one Branded factory outlet of dresses. Just to make time pass I entered.. because I am not a person who loves shopping.. Shopping is my worst enemy…!!! I dont know what went wrong in my mind and I just entered the shop…

And within ten minutes I purchased 3 wonderful shirts (according to me, dont know abt others) for a worthy price… (I am not going to disclose it), and the moment I came out she stood outside… Then again for next one hour as ususal We were chit chatting ( Batein -Shaathein.. In her words) and I got a call from my dear most friend Mr. Kush… (Who is quite busy now a days…!!!, {Dude dont take it personally .. He he}) and he called, So I left from her place and went to my place… And there I told him I got 3 new shirts…. Started to uncover those outside the room itself as ” Jothi “(He is Purely a Male , only name is fe-malish.. He he.. His full name is jothi-chandrashekar, So many people get shocked for the first time when I tell them I share my room with Jothi… Ha ha… ) has took the key and wa in dinner ceremony in our all time favorite “Inchara”.. (again for ur information Inchara is not a girl, Its a restaurent)… I have very less Patience so I uncovered all 3 shirts outside my room and after a few mins Jothi comes…

I told him, I got shirts and he started laughing like anything… u know why? I used to ware his new shirts whenever he bought new ones, and this is the time for him to take BADLA out of me… He started waring all my shirts and told.. Dude thanks… As if I have got my shirts for him… There was a wicked sense of evilness in his face… His face was too black.. ears were wide open and eyes were popping out… and I thought I got these shirts at wrong time.. He took one of shirts which I selected as best for me and kept in his cupboard… I was holding on myself and was controlling the fire within me…

and Kush Started… Dude I also take this and give u back some other day… I was hoping My size and his size ( Shirt wise…!!!) Doesnt match… So confidently I told “dude this shirt doesnt fit to you…” and he agreed… Now It started, My level of confidence increased to such a level , i told him.. “But still dude , Y dont u check it once?, just ware it and C”… and then I realized I did a foolish mistake… That shirt was a perfect fit for him…!!! and that was the second best shirt that I selected… SO with full happiness in heart he took it… I just stood there watching him…

So no need to tell, I left with the third shirt which I selected as third choice…

Next day I dressed neatly I wore that shirt, Went to office.. Till evening nobody even noticed that I am wearing a new shirt…!!! I was getting pissed off… And Evening when my actual work started in office, I got to know that I am leaving late that day Jothi messaged me, “Full comlimements for the shirt, he he.. and I am leaving now from office…” goddamn it… I thought…

after finishing my work at office I was about to leave… Again as usual the Call comes, I recived… Same old words in same old voice from Same “old” friend… “Kaha ho, Tussi ki karriya he…” and all that.. conversation went on and she told… I met kushal today… He was looking very handsome in his new shirt….”

I was about to faint…!!!

(This is a exaggerated story , So characters of this story should not take anything personally… and even if u take it personally please don’t kill me…)

With love

Asc…