Thanks :) :)  :)

I woke up today, with a thought and pray, 
Why are we always shy to express our way....... 
I looked back through my Life's bay...... 
There are so many i would like to say..... 


 “ Thanks” 


 Thank you is what I have to say,
For helping me the other day.......
 I dunno if it is a little late ,
But gratitude is what i want to convey..... 


 Each day brings in a new ray, 
 With somebody helping me in his own way, 
I dunno if the aid is planned by you or god, 
What i know is you rescued me in some special way... 


 Thanks is a word we don’t often say, 
Thinking aloud if that’s a useless stray...... 
Don’t make your words a little grey...... 
There is nothing to lose if you choose to say.... 


 Throw your ego or whatever you may, 
Why to wait only for the thanks giving day, 
Go ahead and say this right away.... 
After all Barter is our traditional way.......


Thanks :)

The Tipping Point...

The Tipping Point

“16th December 2011 , Honda City at Rs 6.99 lakh” A headline which gained attention of not all but atleast for the passionate automobile followers or people like me who nurtured the dream owning the first personal car to be the Honda City. However the idea behind penning down thoughts on the City is not my love for the car but the tipping point which made Honda to kneel down and adopt a price cut strategy for the first time in course of 15 long successful years in Indian market.


Honda has remained the pillar of Indian automobile Car market for long establishing itself as the best in breed Sedan & an iconic symbol adding to the pride of the person owning it. Throughout the 90’s and mid 2000’s the CITY aptly followed the India’s punch line of “Owners Pride, Neighbors Envy”. But as they say, Change is inevitable ,Success and struggle are complimentary and the same is being experienced by the Hondas in the ever so growing Indian Market.



Who would have thought, City would have to come up with a price cut launching a lower end variant. The short history of the Indian car market shows Honda has always seeked a premium and throughout the campaigns never ever given focus to the price of the car. From the old 90s classic City to the sporty new City of 2000’s, To the iconic Civic to the ever hyped Hybrid cars, the focus has always been on the design and the Class. Then what made city to come up with such a strategy, probably the tipping point is crossed sooner than later.

“Tipping point: Gladwell defines a tipping point as "the moment of critical mass, the threshold, the boiling point."


It all started with the success run of the Honda city and Honda Civic post 2000s. An iconic model whom people bought for pride rather than value. No matter which new model is launched City remained the most sought car and made Honda if not the market leader but the market monopolist in the sedan segment. Never been there were any discounts on Honda cars nor were there any major price customer schemes. Probably a game of pure supply and demand Honda being the at the gainers end of the spectrum.

“Being perceived as the best bring definite rewards but only till the rewards are shared across both the Perceived as well as the Perceiver.

In my point of view, the idea of being perceived best & being the single monopolist rented a lot of space in the mind of Honda’s India Management. In a nutshell it meant working on their own terms rather than giving value to the market dynamics. Somehow knowingly or unknowingly the customers were ignored but that was only acceptable until the customers ignored the same.

As always Honda has been close to the hearts of Indian consumers and so was the wait for the launch of another great product “ Honda Jazz” in 2009. The hype was so much that everyone wanted to seek a look or pre book the Hatchback. However the launch was a surprise not because of the great design but because of the great price being seeked for the first hatchback from Honda’s kitty. Probably there was nothing wrong but nothing right as well about the launch strategy of this car. Reason – the mind space of Honda’s Management I talked above. But this time the customers didn’t ignored of being ignored by their favorite brand.

The initial launch was successful with hiked up bookings and great interests by customers. The design was explicit but the price tag did raised the eyebrows. The car was launched at an ex showroom price of around 7.5 lakhs. It was definitely high for majorly middle class Indian consumers who would get any alternative sedan in that price. Paying Premiums for Honda was a habit but paying something way ahead than a premium raised doubts. Probably Honda was trying to establish an all together new segment of Premium Hatchbacks in the Indian Market. As I understand Indian market is always driven by the masses and seldom has a product for a niche segment succeeded here. The customers not only rejected the entrance of a new segment but in the process also moved closer to the tipping point of considering Honda as a just another brand.

If not the failure, Jazz was never a success. But still Honda was in a monopolist market with great design of Honda city and civic segments. Jazz failure didn’t had an impact on the sales of other Honda Products , However there was a definite paradigm shift on the perception. Honda still had that unbeatable design in the monopolist territory of their own.

There were many a options available in the market but none posing a threat to the crowning space of City. This was to change soon , with the launch of Hyundai Verna Fluid , Honda faced the biggest shock of their lifecycle. The biggest strength of being the best design was challenged and hence left Honda with none but just the general features a car have. They were shown backs by the customers on the price front and now even on the design which was once the biggest strength.

The volumes declined, the growth projections were revised and sublimed. The customers over crossed the tipping point and Honda no more remained the favorite brand for the sedan segment.

As a habitual to summarize ( being a Management Graduate) I would extract following points as jist to the extract above :
• Customer still remains the king.
• Monopoly is time bound until you are challenged strongly.
• Ignoring a customer is acceptable until customer ignores being ignored.


PS : These were just few personal views (No offense to anybody) on the brand so close to my thoughts & a strategy which was a little overdone to me. To say the least it still remains the best of the sedans in Indian market. However the future lies on the market factors (Rising petrol prices- Being predominantly Petrol car) & more so on the strategy adopted by the management in the coming days, the actions being evident in the headline above.

I would love to hear from you about agreement or disagreement to few of the points stated above

Right or Wrong - II

Right or Wrong….

We have spent our lives half way long,
Thinking about things Right or wrong.
Right is right and the wrong is wrong,
Why did I wasted so much time just thinking along.

I watched a spider build a web weaving it through stand by strand.
She didn’t thought who would land, she just weaved it with a hope so grand…
Her hope of trapping might pay off or not
But she didn’t wasted her life just thinking along.

Touch your heart and ask, has there been a time before,
Where you thought of the things as wrong,
But in the end, Regretted …
Only to find it was not the things but ‘you’ who went wrong.

Its still so much left to do which we can,
Not thinking too much over the foot we land..
If it turned right , it’s the luck for us
But turning wrong would not cost us that much….
After all what is there to loose…
The punch is not effective until it bruise….


Its just the other half left with us & the choice is ours..
To be the spider building a web,
Or To stand at the shore, thinking for the river to take us along…….

Flying Thoughts......

Last week I went to Mumbai on a small official trip… I don’t know why , but I was pretty much excited of moving back to place which I left some 6 months back….Anyhow with tight workschedule I could not find much of the time to meet my old friends and visit some hot spots of mumbai but yes, got some time to brain storm something and write these few funny lines…..

I wrote these lines not because of some prolonged deep thoughts but just out of sheer boredom on my flight back to delhi & hence :

I would like to dedicate these (good or bad at discretion of reader ) lines to those boring air hostesses or I should say air aunties ( You can very well guess the airlines ) and a heavy weight gentleman sitting on my left seat snoring like hell who compelled me to take up the pen against his loud music……

So here it goes …..

Mixed vichar..( Fusion)

Khule aasman se maine jab zameen ki aur dekha,
to aisa laga maine apne khyalo ko aur kareeb se dekha.
Upar dekha to neela khula aasman,
Mano keh raha ho apni he dastaan………

“The sky says to see the limitless universe, suggesting to spend my life without any boundaries and spun.”

Neeche dekha to sir chakraya,
Kaise yeh zameen aaj itni shant, yeh samaj na aaya,
Main thoda ghabraya fir Bapu ka wo rule yaad aaya..

“Life mein aage badna hain to ucha socho but hamesha neeche dekho & then this world would look so much beautiful and nice place to live “


In thoughts ke saath fir khidki se jhaka,to Arabian sea nazar aaya ,
Yeh gehrayi aur behta pani fir mujhse kuch kehta nazar aaya…

“The flowing water says to be energetic , suggesting to keep moving without thinking about any results”

Mujhe yeh vichar kuch atpata(confusing) khabar aaya,
Kyu main chalta rahu bina kisi result chasing just my saya…
Pal bhar mein he mujhe ek taapu(island) nazar aaya,
Usse takrata paani saari confusion dhoondli karaaya...

“The island says it all….once you move with energy and focus the destination would sooner or later follow”

Thoda aura age bada to upar baadlo ka sehra nazar aaya,
Yeh chamakti hui dhoop ban gayi Ghana saaya…
Yeh sochte soche jagjit singh ka wo gana yaad aaya,
Zindagi dhoop kabhi Ghana saaya……:):)


“ The cloud says us to be patient, there would be ups and downs both sunny and funny days …

Chalte chalte waqt guzra aur main destination ke karreb aaya…
In boring air hostess ki wazay se mera likhne ka shauk fir ubhar aaya
Khair yeh Mumbai to delhi ki yatra mujhse kafi kuch keh gayi,
Kuch in shabdo se aapko aur kuch apne man ko he bayaan kar paaya…..

Final Destination

Final Destination ……

Rohan was getting late.. It was only 30 minutes left and he had to cover an entire span of 11kms to reach to Final Destination. It had nothing to do with his aim in life or some kind of dream but he was going to watch the latest Hollywood flick “Final destination 4" whom he awaited from the time he saw a previous part of the same movie.

"Those of you who are phynique about numbers would say 11kms in 30 minutes ... Easy job done...but then try driving the same in Delhi rains and you’ll shatter your overconfidence pretty soon...."

Excited about the plan, Rohan drove fast his new car Hyundai i 10 which he recently took on his own. As with every one of us, that first car is somehow emotionally attached and so it was the case with him. He had already jumped two of the signals at full throttle and was about to jump the third, when suddenly......

He had to change over foot position, from the full throttle at the accelerator the foot moved to the brakes with double the energy he had.... The energy paid off he was able to stop the car at time, though a young boy had already fallen on the road....

"Hey you bastard , cant you see " yelled rohan moving out of the car..

" Sorry Sir " came a weak voice from the other side ....

Unbothered about the boy, rohan just gazed off to his car bumper all worried .It was a look as if he had bumped his car into a truck rather than into a boy....After entire clinical research which made him sure that nothing has happened to his beautiful car it was time to turn around...

Turning around he saw a young lad, probably 14-15 yrs neatly dressed in school uniform with a tie and a big school bag. The guy was collecting his stuff from the ground when again Rohan spoke :

“You should see your steps, you nearly killed yourself just now”

“Sir i was watching my steps, it was a signal for me to move rather than you, and it was you who nearly killed me ..."

He didn’t expected a reply like that, but then thinking of the destination he was getting late he decided to avoid and move on...As he drove 50 meters ahead a thought stopped him .. It was his conscience which reverted him to ask at least if that guy is all right or not...

Rohan parked his car and went back... as he moved towards him some thing unusual striked ....

He saw the same guy standing up at the same crossing talking to car owners one by one ..Confused he covered some more distance to see what is he engaged with....He saw the same young lad selling pencils at the traffic signal....He was shocked to see the determination of the boy who crimpled from one car to another asking the owner to buy a whole bunch of pencils from him .

"why is he doing so " Rohan thought ?

Is it for some drugs , rohan asked to himself ...But soon seeing the determination and the pain in the eyes of the boy this thought of his washed away......

Rohan moved back to his car , but didn’t had the energy to roll the keys.....The thought which troubled him was not that a kid is street selling (obviously in a country of 1 billion street selling has become a big industry and we have seen kids selling things at each nook and corner ) but it was the strong character of the boy and the questions posed by him . He sat there for another 20-25 minutes watching the same lad moving from one car to other requesting cars to buy stuff from him... The tears rolled out of rohan eyes as if the pain of that young boy is flowing down his cheeks....He thought of helping him with some money but then decided against it for not hurting the determination of the boy...

Later, He went to the boy and said:

“Sorry” and bought 2 pencils for himself....

While driving back the shadow of that young lad empowered Rohan . There was so much to learn from the boy, will power, calmness & keeping all the pain under cover. Also present are some of the never ending questions:

"Why is there so much disparity?”

“How can we help and spread some smiles to people around us”

Neither does rohan had answers to his thoughts nor do i writing this. We all are still living in ignorance of our self centric happiness..... T

oday Rohan possesses more than 30 odd pencils which he bought time and again from him..Whenever rohan feels shaky he moves to the same lad and buy those pencils which serves as a energy pill making him more determined. Till today Rohan didn’t had courage to ask the pain this boy possess for the fear of feeling guilty of not being able to help him adequately.. But what he knows is a young lad named “Sarthak” fighting all alone against the storms...He calls him Rock which brings a small smile to both ….Sarthak has now become an integral part of Rohan’s prayers to give this boy all the strengths to reach to his Final destination …..



"If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin." – Charles Darwin…..

And we should look forward to do a bit to overcome these sins :) :) :) :) .....

"Someone"

"Someone"

Life is a lonely path ,
where everyone of us ran so fast.
Amidst this race, you need someone who cares,
one who holds us close in their thoughts and prayers.

Everybody search for someone,
one who is like none other,
someone to hold you tight
who gives you a feeling that everything is allright.

Someone i can walk to
Someone I can talk to
Someone I can trust
When everything of mine rust.

The one who laughs when i am a clown ,
but the same cry when i drown .
someone who picks you when you fall,
but the same pushes you hard when you crawl.

Someone who listens
At any time of the day.
Someone who brightens ,
Any thing that’s gray.

The one who always wants to be my friend ,
but the same fights for me until the bitter end.
Someone to hold you when you're weak
Someone to make you feel complete

Someone who wil save me,
When everything goes wrong.
Someone who will comfort me,
And help me to be strong.

The one who knows the real me ,
but the same drives to the better me.
Someone who will always be,
Just like I want to be..


Actually we dont live for the wordly fame ,
neither we require a great acclaim.
But we live to know that someone cares
Someone who wil always remain true-
Someone who is my best friend.
Someone just like u.......


" Happy Friendship Day "


..............................Nits................................

Devil has Arrived !!

DEVIL has Arrived !!!!!!!!!!!!! 20th June ,9.30 am

Yes , The Devil has arrived. On June 20, 2009 at the midnight stroke the devil has creeped into the city that seldom sleeps. Putting an end to all speculations and billion of rupees “ Satta” ,Devil Monsoon has arrived today in Mumbai with a bang.

Arrival of the first showers, announced by dance of the peacock, the birds begin their songs. The smells of the damp soils roam the air, and the Earth turns to a modest green. Monsoon rain always gives you nostalgic feeling, taking you back to child hood times when you rushed out just to get the feel of that first drop. Rains are the best thing which work as a mood switcher , however stressed you are it washes away those worries and tensions and brings to you a little spark.

The silence before rainstorms give a feeling of excitement, and the immeasurable peace following them leave a feeling of satisfaction and contentment, as though a great pressure had been released.

But , People who knows Mumbai would understand why I choosed the word “ Devil” for this sweet and unarming phenomena of nature . Rains are completely embibed into the mumbaikar culture and brings with it a new flavour to this city . Obviously there is joy of rains but along with also comes a fear of what might paralyses the city .

I used the phrase “ it embibes into Mumbai culture” because henceforth inspite of whether it pours or not the day would start with the thought of rain and end with the same thought. Umbrellas would now become an essential part of daily routine and you cant imagine moving yourself without this 2 feet creature. As any other city , water logging and transport problems are complementary gifts with the entire package . The world has already seen the pictures what rains brings with it to Mumbai. E mails have already started started jamming your inbox telling you when not to move out of your homes and when to move out early from offices.

Personally the 2 M’s , Myself and Monsoon entered the city last year at the same time . Though I have always been in love with rains but somehow I hated it last year after my initial days in Mumbai . As I wrote before :

“Rains and travel are the two things I am worried about the most in Mumbai. Both are so unpredictable that for first you always have to carry an umbrella and for second you always have to keep extra time at your stake. The funniest part is even after taking care of both the things you might end up struggling with both.”

As everybody I sincerely hope that rains this year should portray itself as that sweet and unarming phenomena coloring Mumbai in green and bringing the best of the valleys rather than exhibiting the power ( floods and high tides) which it showed 2 years back .Everyone salutes the mumbaikars spirit but none of us would like to check that again .
As I conclude the rain have started again though with a much little bash….

“ Ghode jaisi chal , Hatthi jaise dum” Plays in the background

PS : Humans have sought to be in such perfect tune with Nature that their own heart is consumed with its beauty, moods, and expressions. However when there is a trade off between them the ego of both hurts each other . For all these floods , late monsoon it is us who are responsible. It is us who should take a pledge and do our little bit to save environment .
For more , you can visit :

http://www.simplygreens.com/green-tips.html

………………………………nits………………………………

....... Continued Part 3

"The following version is by an inspiring writer ... my younger sister.....swati"

Wondering about that call, with unending questions popping in mind, Ruhan lied on his bed.
“Why did she call now?
Is she okay?
What about her marriage?
Maybe she heard of my promotion, but how?
I did not tell her.
What could be that she wants to tell me?”
And the list goes on………..

The questions just did not stop. He was happy, sad and shocked. All at once.
Happy for his promotion, shocked about that call and sad thinking that he almost lost his love forever.
He found himself lost between these feelings and didn’t knew what to do when suddenly phone ranged up. He hastily grabbed up and said, “Hello”, but no one replied. He again said, “Hello, whose it?” Since this time it was his landline, he could not make out whose it. He merely shouted and intended to disconnect when he heard a cry. And not to his surprise it was her.
Yes, Nikita. He tried to calm her and asked what the matter is. She just said, “I wanna meet you. Tomorrow at 11a.m. city square mall, Lawrence street.” He again asked what the matter was but the only thing she spoke was, “do come” and disconnected.
He was glad to hear her after so long but moreover worried.
“Why was she crying?
What’s wrong at her end?
Why does she want to meet me?”
It was around 2a.m. after scrutinizing the answers to his questioning he finally dozed off.
It was bright Sunday morning and 10:30a.m. in clock. He saw the time and jumped off his bed and shouted, “SHIT! CRAP! I’L BE LATE.” He hurried and finally reached there by 11:15a.m. She was already there, sitting and waiting for him.
He went closer, quite puzzled, and as he saw her, it seemed to him as if nothing has changed and it was just like their any other meeting(date). She looked as beautiful as ever and even more. He greeted her and sat opposite to her.
The waiter asked for their order. She ordered a CAFFE FRAPPE for him and ICED ESKIMO for herself. (These were their individual favorites’). He was glad enough to know that she still remembers all this.
There was a deep silence. None of them had courage to make a direct eye contact. Then to start up with the conversation, he told her that the very last day he got his first promotion. The lady was really happy and that was the first time she looked up into his eyes and congratulated him.
The guy knew it was something big and serious and if he would be straight forward to ask why she called him it would seem rude. He gently holds her hand and asked if everything was okay. She looked up and asked him, “DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?”
He was shocked and his lips sealed, his heartbeat increased and merely nothing went into his mind. He was thoughtless. (The waiter came and served). He did not know what to answer. He was confused between his feelings. It is not as if he did not thought about her or this these months or the love he had for her was fake. But……..
He took a deep breath and said, “BUT AREN’T YOU MARRIED?”
She again asked him,” DO YOU LOVE ME?”
He said, “BUT……”
She,” YES OR NO……?”
Ruhan,” YES I DO BUT….”
Nikita,”THEN PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY WITH YOU. I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE. PLEASE, I WANT YOU AND NOTHING ELSE. PLEASE.”
(She started crying)
He came closer and took her into his arms. Wiping out her tears he said, “DON’T WORRY I AM HERE NOW, WITH YOU, FOR YOU, FOREVER. I’V REALIZED WHAT I WAS TO LOSE. GOD HAS GIVEN ME A SECOND CHANCE AND I’L NOT GET IT SCREWED UP.”
He kissed her on her forehead and assured that he will talk to his parents about it that day itself and would make them meet her the next day the same place.
Nikita,” NOW YOU WON’T LEAVE ME NA?”
Ruhan,”NEVER.”
They had their lunch and went back to their residences.
He went to his parents and convinced them for this relationship and to meet her the next day. That night he called her up to confirm the next day program, but she didn’t pick the phone. He felt little different. He tried again and again but the ring went on and on. No response.
He was surprised. But then felt that the program was almost fixed so he left all worries and slept. Next morning he called her up but still no reply. Then he went there with his parents and waited for her.
Time slipped from minutes to hours. Still no response. He finally convinced his parents that probably she was stopped by her family and would look in the matter himself.
He went back, wondering why she is not picking the phone and also why she did not come to meet his parents. When suddenly his phone ranged up. He hastily received it but no one spoke. It was her only but she did not speak. He shouted and yelled, when unconsciously he shook his head and realized that it was his landline that was ringing and he immediately got off his bed to receive it.
Yes, to your surprise he was in his subconscious mind all this while. He was merely dreaming of all these wonderful moments. For some time he was still. He just could not make it out how this happened and what the truth really is. The phone disconnected and he again started wondering about this whole episode.
The phone ringed again. He grabbed it and said, “HELLO”, but no one spoke. He again tried and amazingly heard the same cry that he heard that time. He was damn shocked and could not make out what was happening.
As he talked further each and every word of her and their conversation was exactly the same that he had in his dream. He was thoughtless. He questioned himself if it was just a coincidence or something supernatural. He made it clear to himself that whatever the case maybe he would not let this chance slip from his hands and would talk to her about this himself. He just cannot afford to lose her this time. He thanked GOD for this lesson<> and slept.
Now was it really a lesson???????
Would everything happen the same way as it happened in his dream????????
Would Ruhan get his love back???????
Well then wait for the next morning…………….

....................!!!!!!!!!! Continued Part 2

The next set of coincidence came when Ruhan joined a salsa class. To his astonishment he found nikita present there as well. The first thought which crossed Ruhan mind was to swap partners and to be a partner of Nikita. As filmy it could be, the trainer intervene and found Nikita and Ruhan would look good together (in the final performance) due to their complementary heights. Ruhan for the first time in his life was happy about his short height.

Salsa proved to be a big bang in their relationship. Now they were more than good friends. Both started liking each others company and spent most of the time together and more than anything respect each other. For everything it was discussed between them before coming to any decision or action.

It was now a year long relationship they were now seen as a couple by every one in the group. Though there was no formal proposal by either of them but both of them knew. As with closeness came names for each other, Ruhan was named “dugga” and nikita “duggu” by each other.

By the time dugga was completing his third year of engineering, duggu was about to finish her graduation. For duggu, with the graduation degree there was another thing which was standing on the doorstep. It was the pressure of marriage from her family. Both of them discussed about the problem before but could not find anything near to solution.

But now the storm wasn’t far. Duggu parents have already found two or more prospects for her and now it was inevitable for her to talk to Ruhan. She explained everything to Ruhan and asked for his take. Ruhan repeated the same which he told before that he would only think about marriage once he would have a nice job and probably would take this step only after his first promotion. Though she understood and considered him right but she didn’t have options. For the first time in 18 months they had a huge fight.

“ You don’t have choice to choose your boss , but you always do have a choice to choose your friends and more importantly your life partner”

Next few days were terrible for both of them. Nikita wanted Ruhan to talk to his family and she would in turn talk to her family and then they could find a solution. Ruhan on the other hand was fearful of the fact that he hadn’t even completed his engineering and the relationship would not be accepted anyhow by his family. Moreover he wasn’t in the position of confronting them. Both have their own limitations and their own way of explaining each other.

Now it was only one point of discussion on the calls and there were tears all over the call. After 3 weeks of indecisive discussions it was the day when both of them didn’t uttered a word. There was just silence all over and it was a probable end to their so called love story.

For the next 2-3 weeks none of them talked and on a Sunday morning Ruhan found himself at the epicenter of earthquake. He received a message from nikita about her engagement. He also received the card of her marriage which predictably he never attended.

For Both of them it was an end to Dugga- Duggu saga ….

Today - Bangalore
Ruhan was shocked to see that name again on his mobile. He has lost that person in the memories which in turn were now covered with mist. He was unsure why is she calling him today when a thought gave him shock of his life . He was promoted today for the first time in his life…... but how???? ##### %%%%%…………..By the time he would get over with these crossing thoughts, he had already missed that call….

Why did she called him today , would he call back is unknown , but what is known is, it’s the game which fate plays with each of us in some or the other way ….

PS : Don’t ask me about the how about of that call …and yes I could not find a suitable title for the same , so guys pls help…..

...............nits .................

………………………….!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Part -1

Bangalore – 1st may 09

Ruhan was sitting in his comfortable bedroom thinking about the good days ahead ( after all ,he has been promoted today ) when suddenly a call gave a jerk to his thinking process. He was shocked to see the flashing name on the mobile. It was duggu….
Two years ago , the same characters Ruhan and duggu disconnected a call after long silence of some 3000 odd seconds , a call which was never repeated in the times ahead till the day today…..

Delhi - 3 years ago…

Ruhan , a fun guy from a middle class family from chandigarh was doing his engineering from a reputed college in Delhi . He was a guy with average brains but a sky high zeal to be successful and achieve his goals. He was a mechie and though mechanical is termed to be an evergreen branch but the experience shows it always lacks the lusture in terms of girls. Ruhan , being the kind of person he was always resisted a change .. he was single ,happy within his small group just partying around , watching movies. But as fate says this was about to change.
In second year of engineering, Ruhan accompanied prateek in one of the Delhi university festivals. Prateek , Ruhan’s batch mate was a delhite and hence had a nack of getting entry to such events . Ruhan met a lot of prateek friend there and was moving out of his limited space for the first time. He gelled with them quite well and did like few of them who found a way to his orkut list the following day . Out of the lot he specifically enquired about a girl named nikita from prateek . Nikita as it turned out to be was prateek’s school mate. she was slim , short and beautiful and kept quite most of the time during that festival . He portrayed her as a shy girl and was impressed from her simplicity.
What happened next was an array of true coincidences. Ruhan found Nikita traveling in the same bus with which he commutes from college to his hostel. He did not made an attempt to talk out of the fear of unrecognition. But nikita didn’t had any such fear and she entered into a brief talk with him. Both talked about their background etc. The only thing which Ruhan brought out was that she was pursuing her graduation from south campus but more importantly travels in the same bus frequently. They started meeting each other frequently in the bus and it was commendable on Ruhan’s part as how he was able to keep his adjacent seat vacant until she boards the bus.

“First impression is the last impression”
Quotes are only to be quoted. Most of the time they don’t find a place in real life .

Same was the case here , Now that both were friends Ruhan understood that by no means nikita is shy and quite .. She was infact a complete chatter box quite intelligent and had a view on every second thing. The bus meetings carried over for 2 weeks after which Nikita had an autumn break.

“ I have always been interested to know when and how does students in DU complete their course… They have a break for all the seasons (summers , winters as well as Autumn ) and when they do attend college it is either for elections, parties or exams”

Continue.......

World is small !!!!!!!

The Wait continues…..( The world is so small )…….

Good Morning …. Its 7.30 am and I am sitting at window seat no J70 A of the same train….Moreover the wait continues, obviously not for the train but for reaching home as soon as possible ….my current location is somewhere 5o Kms before KOTA and by this estimation I would reach Delhi only by 2 PM , now 5 and a half hrs late of scheduled time …..
So the thought of writing something has already popped up but a direction is still to be decided….Ok , let me pen down a story , an instance which does not have much of an impact but made me believe that subconscious thinking does have a impact in your life ….

During my engineering I underwent my summer Training @ Indian Airlines ….For the same I was sitting in company’s bus lost in thoughts for the day ahead when suddenly a voice broke my thoughts …….Hi …is this nitin maheshwari……????? I did a flash check, do I recognize the person or is it like that I am already a star and should take out a pen to give an autograph…. Whatever it was next few moments were astonishing for me …. For knowing the same let me take you to a ride, a ride back to school days alias golden days…..

The story takes you to the golden times of schooling....for your knowledge I have completed my schooling from three institutions , first a play school whose name I don’t remember anymore .Second DAV where I undergone initial days of schooling where a kid enters a whole new world trying to understand the world for the first time ..third and most important LANCERS where I spent most of my cherished moments and which helped me mold into a person what I am today ….

I don’t exactly remember at what age I entered DAV so let me do a small reverse calculation.. If I was 17 when I passed my 10th and being a good student haven’t repeated any class so by that calculation I would have joined DAV at the age of 5 ..so I grew up from 5 yrs toddler to a 9 yrs youngster in this environment ….frankly speaking I don’t remember much of the things but what I remember revolves around my class teacher , a bunch of friends and star nights which used to happen every year as a part of annual function in DAV...

Friendship is the thing which has always been a sincere emotion for me and the first seeds of this emotion were sown at a very early stage …. When I was in upper kindergarten most of us call it as UKG I came across two guys…the two “Sharmas” one named Pankaj and other Deepak…..i helped pankaj with his maths homework and hence our friendhip developed …..Pankaj and deepak were friends and hence from twosome it was now developed into three some with me as the final addition …..So I had my first friendship and my first group……

If I analyze today, Deepak was most sincere among us, a kid with few words, shy and obsessive …. Pankaj on the other hand was the mischief not only among us but a super rated gangster of the class who makes the class lively ….AS far as I am concerned I was among the favorites for my class teacher …. Hey I am not overrating myself but saying this because my class teacher cried when I left DAV.. Don’t know whether she cried out of happiness or sadness but she hugged me with tears in her eyes… so I could never forget that moment ……

Anyways in between this narration I have already crossed two states MP & Rajasthan and now I am somewhere in UP , had my breakfast and already taken a nap for an hour …..The train is crawling at a terrible speed giving me jitters that I would reach only by the evening …….

Coming back, along with these two guys I also remember another friend, our class monitor Nitika agarwal …..A good friend of mine but a complete anti to Pankaj …. Obviously any monitor would be anti to such a guy who serves to be nightmare for the role of monitoring the class….The repercussions of this anti ism were sometimes thrown at us along with pankaj … but when you are into a group itna to chalta hain ….. The only thing which I regretted at that time was not able to enter this other group because of Pankaj factor ….

So I had my first group and we gelled quite well…. We moved together from UKG to 2nd with loads of fun which we as kids could do ….Went to canteen for the first time, had that first cold drink , also learnt first gali from pankaj for which I got a beating at home…. Being of the same intellectual level me and deepak grown into friendship and started saying each other best of friends … It is also a very peculiar habit among kids wherein they want someone to be rated as best of friend ….. Pankaj slowly lost the leader tag of the group and in the time was also not doing well in studies … he failed in some exam and.. That was the time we kinda parted ways with him … I mean I don’t know was it right or wrong but as a kid you are always asked to be with kids who are best and you are often compared with them.... Obviously he didn’t liked but then at that age it is very less you can do ….

We moved to third standard with me and deepak tagged as best friends…. I did participated in annual function acting into a song “Hind desh ke niwasi” … I roled as a flower, dancing around depicting some unity ….also attended annual night where I did some aerobics stuff and also got a prize for “O” grade in studies…it was nitin mukesh who was star of night for this annual function and I remember me being happy that he shares his name with me ….

“It is so refreshing that how we used to be happy about small small things at that age and if we can learn the same art and innocence and apply in our life today It would be so much better…..”

During my third standard we moved to our new house and it was time to say goodbye to DAV and join a new school …. This was the same time when my class teacher cried and I parted from pankaj and deepak …. After this I was in touch with deepak for 1-2 years more through phone and then lost him in my memories and in some new friends which I found out in my new world of Lancers …..

So the whole reason of taking you to ,through this ride was a question which someone asked me sitting in bus , when I was lost in thoughts …… This guy came and sat on the seat beside me …. For initial 5-7 minutes we didn’t talked and then came a question from the other side …. “ is this nitin maheshwari” ….. So I replied yes ….he prompted in between and said “ I am deepak , Deepak sharma” for next few seconds I was lost in thought, did a mind check as how he knows me … I didn’t realized he said Deepak sharma and when I realized I saw him smiling …. He was the same deepak sharma , the kid with few words same as before… I yelled deepak from DAV and he nodded …..i was astonished , surprised , happy .. what not ..
I met him after 11 years and both of us discussed everything which happened in last ten years … he was also doing engineering that to mechanical same as mine …..was doing training in the same organization where I was doing and the last bullet in neck…joined the same organization ….yes he too is working with TCS….:)J As far as pankaj is concerned he left school after 6th and hence no contact with him …..

Loads of coincidences in this story and hence I started by saying that subconscious thinking does impact you .. in this case though I didn’t remember but somehow this friend was there always in my subconscious mind ….

“ Yaroon dosti badi he haseen hain …” Plays in the background …..

And I have crossed Mathura junction , the wait is still not over ……

First love .....

What do you feel , when you think about your first love... That little smile on the face says it all ....Everythind fades with time , what does not fade is your first love .... First love a sincere emotion which make u feel like the first day of spring ....The experience of falling in love for the first time is graven on the heart of me , you and everybody ...... Whether love strikes first at eight, eigteen or eightty, it carries an emotional impress which cannot be blurred...First love is always foolish and little ignorant but truly it makes you feel ON TOP OF THIS WORLD.......

Sweet are the words of love, sweeter his thoughts:Sweetest of all what love nor says nor thinks.
- Richard Garnett

In all our losses, all our gains,

In all our pleasures, all our pains,

The life of life is: Love remains.

In every change from good to ill,--

If love continues still,Let happen then what will.
- Theodore Tilton

Happy valentines Day to all and do share your about your first love....

Long Wait ......

31st January 2009, Saturday 5:00 Pm
Long Wait……
Wait is the word that most of the sensible people in this world hates.. I am no different and I have no other option other than waiting …. I am waiting for so many things to happen but specifically at this moment I am waiting for the train to delhi which I would have boarded by this time..

I am writing this chapter sitting inside the waiting room waiting for my train 2909 Garib rath express to delhi which is shocking 4 hours late from its scheduled departure.More than the wait here, the thought of reaching home late is making me restless.. But seeing a positive side, finally I found some time to write which i could not find in the last two months ….

So, for the people who have never seen a waiting hall, here comes a small description…. . Waiting Room -2 for 2nd class is what is written outside the room in bold..Again that silly Class differentiation which have ruined our society for so long and still continuing…. Though I am boarding into first class but I have chosen this room because I was unable to find a charger point in the room across….Anyways the basic difference between the two is just the sitting arrangement , here it is the steel chairs there its the Spring Sofas and hence acting as a silly class differentiator….The room is quite large and can accommodate easily somewhere around 120 people….All round are chairs lined up giving it a look of a closed arena ….To my surprise the room is quite clean and well ventilated ….Even a TV is cornered which is keeping people acquainted with India playing like hell against Sri lanka… Among others few are like me tingling with their laptops, some already taking a nap and some intellectual engrossed in reading...

Though I can only guess , most of the gentry sitting here looks familiar north Indians waiting for the same train …..Just to be sure of the train timings I initiated a talk with the guy sitting across …The guy is named Imran and going to delhi with the same train …Not to my surprise the guy is from TCS as with 22 offices of TCS and around 1lakh employee base in the city you can find TCER”S anywhere and everywhere in Mumbai…But more importantly with my ears plugged in with ipod and my concentration on writing , I have found someone whom I can see incase I miss some important announcement …. Such kinda poka yoke (fool proofing) you have to do at every stage of life….:)

Not to forget I should mention about some of the beautiful faces sitting in the room on the other side… out of the lot I am basically talking a bout a tall girl dressed in white deeply engrossed in writing just like me …. Though the difference being she is writing the traditional way using a pen and paper….
In between my noticing her came a chai wala and served tea to people sitting by my side. But to my surprise he didn’t asked me as if he already knew that I don’t drink tea….if he did analyzed that I would say the guy had a great business acumen focusing only on the potential customers….

Anyways coming back to the lady she has a beautiful smile as well sharing the same with a small kid around ….your guess is as good as mine but still I think she is some student or budding manager still engrossed with making some kinda notes….Anyways will come back to this if I found something more guessing on her identity….

By the time I was writing, India has completed its innings and Sri lanka would require 257 runs to chase.. With the kind of form India is into I can safely bet on them and would at least make it competitive with an average total…..
As always with so many speculations, a rumor in the air is that the train might move even late and now I m really hating myself for deciding to go on train and not taking a flight…. Another important observation which I can take out of this waiting room is about the mobile era .. I could find literally everyone busy in some or the other way with this revolutionary instrument… and I think its a high time to explore some business proposition around this technology apart from communication…..

There’s nothing more for me to pen down about this room and will now move to find something to eat… I would end this chapter by contradicting my previous observation about that lady in white ,Rather than a student she is a mom and can very well establish herself as a new brand ambassador for Santoor…( if u didn’t understand please revert back to story line of santoor Ads..Hehe..))
M still waiting and would now find some other way to kill time ……

“ Intehaan ho gayi , Intazaar ki”

Right or Wrong !!!!!!

I gaze through a window , a window of Conscience,
To a new world , a new world which is inside ...
A world which is different, different from outside ,
A world which does not race with time ....

Though the race is still on ...
But its the race between thoughts ,
one named right and one named wrong ..
It is important which you choose ,
As it defines in long Whether you win or lose...

Right shows you the path ,wrong asks you to jump it .
Right shows you the destination,Wrong greeds you heavily to surpass it..
Right ask you to lead ,the wrong asks you to deal ...
Right ask you to earn your bowl , wrong asks you to sell your soul....

Perhaps its no one to decide,
what is right and what is wrong...
but only your conscience which should reflect,
which one to reject & which one to respect.....



.................nits..........

Who am I !!!!!!

Why is it always so ,
That theres a question ,
which i am unable to know .
That thers an answer
which i am unable to blow .

Every question has an answer
that every1 of us know ,
then why is this question
always difficult to glow

Why do i have options to choose
when i never want to lose
why do i never know
which way to leave and on which to move

why is it alws so,
This or the other?
Am I one person today and tomorrow another?
Am I both at once? A hypocrite before others...

Perhaps to answer these why
i have to search for who,
Who am I?
would definetely answer those why.....

---nits.........

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is life but a circus show?
With every fall of yours, the laughs grow
The clown in you steals the show,
The face behind the mask,
no one cares to know.

What are you but a pendulum that’s slow?
Restless you are, moving to and fro,
Yet so useless, with spirits so low,
Falling behind time’s flow,
Trying desperately to swing,
for all you know,Stopped things,
they like to throw.

What is life but a river sans its flow?
Dried and parched under the hot sun’s glow,
No bird on the banks, but the odd crow,
Time has left not a friend, not a foe,
You long for the water, its gushing flow,
The fish, the plants with whom you grow,
The birds, the boats, the occasional canoe,
A dream that’ll never be true, you now know.

What are you but a tree that doesn’t grow?
With leaves so less and branches so low,
Grown in your shade, many people you know,
Remember the years they played in your shadow,
Rich and famous now, they raise a brow,
The sore sight of you, when past you they go.

What is life but a death row?
You live with people you don’t really know,
You make them laugh, forget sorrow,
When the depths of you are too hollow,
Alone you were and are, you know,
Alone you will be when its time to go,
You look at yourself, the pendulum slow,
The old tree that doesn’t grow,
Hopelessly hope that the river does flow,
And wait in solitude for the time to go.

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