Parting Ways

One of my close friend moved to pune for pursuing her higher studies and I am missing her like anything. Now i came to know how important she is to me and how important all my friends are to me. This poem is dedicated to her and all my buddies , my friends ( my pantar log. I kn u all got it)

Parting Ways

When she was close I had no time
All other things were on my mind,
Long list of miss calls, long list of message
I ignored them, I was so unkind;

But everything has changed, all upside down
Now I call, but no one picks it around,
I wait for reply but no answer,
I will not repeat again to God I swear;

Now no use
Everything I do anyway
Nothing is gonna change
Now my friend is away..away…away..!!

And thus my heart cries out-
Please don’t go away from me
Don’t leave me alone here
I wanna show how valuable is to me
Your friendship, love and care!!

I miss all rides together we had
Every alternate night,
I miss someone standing there with whom
I can start a fight;

You must have got busy with your life
But I still remember you,
The day I didn’t remember you
Such days are very few;

Oh God give me just one chance
This time I will play it fare
I wanna show my friend how valuable is to me
Her friendship, love and care!!

Now I am afraid she is the first one to leave me,
Soon others will follow the trail - one, two n three

They all will leave to chase their dreams
This thought makes me want to scream

How is life , its very rude
It brings together us all
We learn to share and care
And then life makes us fall

Fall deep , deep down
Parting away our ways
Like from one point
Sun’s diverging rays

Oh God grant me some time before
Before my friends go anywhere
I wanna show how valuable is to me
Their friendship, love and care!!

My Mock Interview

At the start of my last year I was very sad as this was going to be my ‘THE LAST YEAR’ of college life bt I was not knowing that whatever that is served for me in future will give me many more reasons to be unhappy. Haha I am talking about interviews. Last year….Campus...selection process…apti…GD…PI. That’s where I get stuck- Pi personal interview. How can it be a personal interview when there are 4-5 people trying to know about you . And how come it is personal when you are revealing each and every (dark) facts about you as if they are public affair. And most important how can it be a interview as the person going through it(suffer) feels it like a TORTURE.
I can rightly connect to this torture as I experienced it myself. Don’t think this was the actual real one it was just a mock interview arranged by our T&P (training and (no) placement department) with expert panel judging us. We were already aware that we had to come in formals but due to my super lazy nature I came in uniform ( don’t be shocked .Yes our college has a uniform. Please don’t laugh). Somehow I managed to make my friend Asha( name changed for some practical reason…reason me being hit by my friends) come in uniform like me. As we went for the interview everyone was in formals. “Look I had said that we should go in formals. But will you ever listen to me. No. Never. Right?” well that’s what asha said. I was speechless but don’t because of Asha’s question but because I came to know from the lady who was going to make us go for interview number wise Ms Samantha that we had to submit our CV /Resume or else no interview. For a fraction of seconds I thought of not appearing for PI as I had got reason NO CV but soon I found 2 of my friends Kunal and vicky( who come in my category of lazy careless and forgetful people) who were without Cv and they said we can get printouts from the soft copies that we had. So finally we some how manage to get our CV and submit it.
Now comes the main part. We all three were late and asha was already in her mode of self testing and rehearsing . We three were as usual the last three so there was going to be a wait till infinity. We had to sit in corridor. While passing I crossed the door to that torture room and what I saw moved me fully and first time I could hear my heart beats.It was as if three monsters were sitting on the dais and a small trembling creature was sitting in a small chair opposite to those monster’s table. It striked to me latter that the trembling frightened creature was one of our breed a student. I finally found one chair and I pushed myself in it as part of me wanted to run away. And suddenly that boy came out of the room frightened tortured the victim and the first words uttered by him were” It was horrible”. And before he could say anything everyone just jumped on him to know the details (as if those monsters were going to ask each one of us those same question). And I came to know that there is one more monster in their army the technical personnel, who is asking question from everyfield technical or non technical. Can you imagine which type of question is this-‘ which are the companies that produces semiconductors?”. What the hell is such type of questions. And what the hell is this ratio, 4:1. Unfare man. Completely unfare. I pitied that boy. And now I was serous to leave when Ms Samantha told me. Kunal and Vicky to give her which company we want to join, which post and department. That was really a joke I thought. But that was not. After lot of thinking and discussion I deided Tech Mahingra as my company. But Kunal told me his company as TCS and that is the best one. So I ………..changed my company. Now I was vouching for TCS.I ditched Tech Mahindra. My friend sunil was ready to go in the battle feeild. And 1..2..3and he was out again and again he went. Believe me whatever remaining confidence was left that vaporized.
I was still struggling to find department. Till now asha was nervous as after sunil it was her turn. I some how managed to find or say inevent one department.(I just pray those TCS people don’t sue me for inventing a department). With help from kunal.I had lost track of time. Sunil was out . It was asha’s turn. Well I was more nervous than her. After that it was Vicky , then me n then sunil. Now Vicky was restless. Miss Samantha told him to sit ( and take a chill pill) . Mean while me and kunal were discussion about our company as virtually we work in same company TCS. ...haha. we discussed CEO, turnover(plz don’t ask the meaning) and many more things when asha came. As sson as she came she started spilling every thing , explaing minutest detail of it but every thing fell on my deaf year as I could only hear a vaccum as Vicky had already entered and after him it was my turn. Now this is the time when you suddenly start believening in God and praying. Then suddenly you realize that you don’t remember anything. And then you start recalling your name also. Then you start feeling butterflies in your stomach and vomiting and giddiness and more and more……. Oh my GOD my heart was beating so loudly. It must be in the audible range. It will not beat this way even if I will ever meet my dream person. And vivcky came out. Now it was my turn. I saw asha giving me best luck and the last words heard were of Vicky “ can anybody beat my score of 3 time re-entering”. I hoped I loose this bet. And then …..every thing blanked out……………

Well before I met him, in fact before we all( that’s my family, my mom , dad and my younger sister) met him, my life was different and after meeting him, after knowing him and after understanding him my life completely changed and my parents view also changed. He made it so easy for me…it can not be expressed in words.

Wait wait wait…before you start imagining weird things let me make it very clear. The one who has made so much impact (positive) on my life is non other than Baba Ranchoddas. Ya …. its not a typing mistake , Baba Ranchoddas is actually responsible for all this change and I would like to thank him and THREE IDIOTS…..Jahapanna tussi great ho!!

Before this I used to think that up to which level movies can affect anyone’s life but after watching three idiots , forget about other people, but my mom and dad , oh God , they completely changed which changed my life also.

Well premovie my day used to start with an earthquake (my mom shaking me like plates of earth’s crust shaking leg on kajarare) and if some how ( by rare luck) my mom got success in waking me then her very high decibel sound used to penetrate my ear and used to bang my ear drum giving my half woken brain instruction to start studying. But situation has changed post movie. Now suddenly she has started saying,”its your decision when to wake up and study. When ever you want, you can, I am not going to force you, right. I am not forcing you”.
Premovie , while me and my sister used to watch roadies and at very interesting point my dad too used to get interested in watching news , then to make me feel guilty for watching TV he used to say very sweetly and softly ( very irritatingly and harshly like a poisonous tablet coated in sugar) “ Beta, I thing you are in third year of engineering and your exams are approaching. But by your behavior and activities it never appeared to me that you are even going to any educational institute, forget about BE.” That’s the other thing that such verbal attacks doesn’t affect me, but still it was insulting in front of my younger sister. But post movie he himself points out, “don’t you want to watch your (I am not it’s producer) Roadies. Go watch or else you will say that your father forces you to study.”
So now every morning, while reading newspaper my dad says, “One more suicide, out of study pressure. I don’t understand why parents don’t give freedom to their children….(a big pause)…like we have given to our children. Isn’t it?” He is of course looking at me. As I am left with no other option, “Yes” is what is left with me. Then he continues, “ Education system needs a change.”

Now if I am found sleeping (that happens most of the time) I am not woken up as if I had done a sin. If I am found blogging I am not scolded. So pre and post movie my study chart remains same (that’s at ZERO) but my scolding chart has fallen suddenly .
I know my mom and dad are the best(est) parents in the world but sometimes out of care and for my own good they used to worry about me ( education), but after listening to Baba Ranchoddas they came to know the actual flaws in our education system. So I want to thank Baba and 3 idiots for this welcome change in my maa and paa.

(P.S: My mom and dad never forced me to do any particular work(study) and never forced their decisions on me and I always got freedom that I needed to take my own decisions and I really want to thank God for this.)