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'Coz he was not looking at the road while driving.!!!!! :-P :-P
Jgd.!!
Love,
Ash 'N' Poo :-) :-)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
My “twin”-“soul”.!!?
Brace urselves – this one s gonna be real loooong.!!!!!!
And I dont wanna hav it any other way, so - here goes..........
Scene 1:
3rd semester, BE is coming to an end, lab exams are juz around the corner…
And someone s just got a fresh previous year paper and obviously everybody else wants it too.
Now, exam times - all Xerox shops around SJCE are always crowded., and sooo many ppl – alllll going thr to get a single paper Xeroxed, made no sense...
So, Me and Vinu volunteered.
We polled – “how many want a copy of this paper?”
7 to 8 hands in the air.
Juz three month into my branch, and upon that, i'm not much of a memory person, So – I dint kno 80% of the class…
Vinu did most of data management for me – so she did all the counting, accounting and the product(Xeroxed question paper) distribution part.
“DJ, you, me, Chaithra-Chaithra, Ashwini and Chaithanya, then Sanchitha…! Take Total 8 copies”
I din’t even know 50% of the ppl we vr takin Xerox for.!
Next day, I’m climbing down the steps after class…
“Here s ur 1 rupee 50 paisa – thanks for the Xerox.”
.??!!?!
“Hey that’s OK.!! :-) No probs.. its juz a rupee”
In response, I get “No. Its ur dad’s money NOT urs. Take it.!!”
With that, she thrust the 1 rupee 50 paisa in my hand, and turned and went…
“Vinu, WHO S THIS??!!?!”
“ASHWINI DESHPANDE”.!!!
(quite a character.!!)
Scene 2:
Less than a week later… Lab exams are going on… I enter college… Vijetha stops me to say “Nam claa-al ashwini antha idhaaL gottha? Placement cell hathra ninthkond aLthaa idhaaLe, fail aagogtheeni antha. Output barlilla anthe.!!” [Translation: Hey – u kno that girl Ashwini in our class? – She s near the placement cell. And she s weeping lots. She said she dint get the output.!!]
I go and find her... She hugs me starts crying – real hard.!! Me – dumb struck.! Dunno wat to do, how to handle the moment… I juz hug her back…
Then she again says thanks, and goes home.!
ASHWINI.!!!
(still a character.!!)
Scene 3:
3rd sem exams are juz over... new year has arrived... she takes me to our college temple, gives me a little-ish archies notebook... In it is a letter with a mind-blowing shaayri and "thanks for everything" written on it.!
ASHWINI.!!
(character.!!)
By now of course, as u might have guessed, I was growing to think that this Ashwini character was the weirdest homo sapiens I had ever laid my eyes on [Apart from wen I looked into the mirror of course]
Now, she was one of those One-in-a-million ppl who thought FAFL was an awesome subject to be learnt and taught [Phew.!!], she drove her Kinetic at 30 kmph [literally.! I can giv u phone numbers of ppl who ll swear by it], she had this weird idea that smiling for a camera made her look funny [yeavy.!!] anddd she had much fame (and fanfare??) for blasting ppl left and right..., oh – n she also had this unexplicable urge to tell me “thanks for everything” – even wen she got juz the tiniest sliver of chance to.!!
To giv u guys a glimpse of her eccentricity: Here's an incident -
We are driving back from a farm-house we had been to[on the out-skirts of Mysore] and she suddenly decides that she is hungry.! I dunno wat to do. Then she spots a few imli(tamarind) trees along the way and announces that imli will work to stall her hunger till the time we reach city. So we stop at the next tree. The imli *clusters* are a bit out of reach, and all our friends are already gone. She has this stroke of brilliance and has me park my Activa on central stand, climb on its seats and pick a few imli for her.! We turn back to see our host[The guy who s farm we had juz visited], and his wife, and his li'l son - 10 feet behind us - all gaping at us open mouthed, wondering wat the hell we were up to.!!!
ASHUUUU.!!!!
From strangers to best friends – dunno how the transformation happened.!
As we became friends, we realized we had a lot in common:
· We have both been adamant/mischievous since kids,
· we loved roamin' the street of mysore – screamin “aaaaaaaa” at every hump possible,
· and we actually laughed at the shocked faces of ppl who saw us act this weird,
· then we also liked having chaats every evenin - in front of our coll,
· we liked driving to Chamundi hills to hav mirchi bhajjis,
· we liked to drive 5 kms from college to eat 50 paise popsicles – which btw, were also available inside collage campus.
· We liked to walk the city streets from morning till night to shop for a single dress or something lesser at times too.
· We liked to get baloons from hawkers and play volleyball with ‘em past mid-n8.
In between all these, somehow, our differences (that were many) - dint matter at all...
[Giving us company in all this mayhem were Vinu and Chaithu]
B.E in Mysore was a long lasting holiday (We roamed around everyday and went on trips evry other day). After that she joined her job in Bangalore. And I went for my training in Trivandrum. We talked on phone evry day. When the time came for my posting to be announced, I kept praying to God that it shud be B’lore. Luckily enough, B’lore it was.!!!
It was like back to holidaying [We did miss all our other friends, of course, but in hopes of compensating for it – we met every single weekend.!] We started foolin around again – oly, now in B’lore, and we oly got weekends free for that. [Really dint matter, if you ask me.! – a week (5days) can go juz like that, like 4 yrs of engineering or 2 months of Trivandrum training or 23/24 yrs of being on this planet.!]
5 yrs of this amazing friendship now – and the bond is still as strong as freshly brewed Arabic coffee.! :-P
She is a no nonsense/straight forward person – but she has never ever told me anything that I would’nt like.!
Wenever we re deciding on stuff[be it anything, - deciding on a movie, deciding where to go out for shopping, wat place to go fot an outing, for food, evrything], She s been so very understanding/sacrificing that not once hav I felt that she is actually doing it juz because "i" wanted it. She behaves as if its her most fav thing/place in the world.
She s a li’l impatient – but she has got all the time to listen to all my stupid boring stories - right from Shankaracharya to my latest crush.!, from Yoga Vasista to Douglas Adams, and the other nonsense stuff i keep rambling about – she hears it all out, without a single complaint. Watever her irritations, she juz smiles it off.
She scolds ppl so much – for me – its been only once or twice max.!! [Come on.!! Wats the fun of being her best friend – if I don’t get it even for once?? Pick up a dictionary for the meaning: if it’s a good one, you ll see: ashu(n)=species exhibiting affinity to blast fellow-beings] ;-)
3 yrs ago, wen she got committed to Ji [while we were still in Coll], I thought it was time to let go and giv her space. But she manages it all so well, that never have I felt that there has been a difference at all.!
[And thankyou Ji…. Juz felt like I ought to thank you for her, So – Thanks. :-)]
Uncle, aunty (Ashu’s parents) got shifted to Mangalore a few months back. So, now she s shifted beneath our house and we literally live together now.
The fun/excitement we ve had setting up her home, unpacking old stuff, buying new stuff, arranging ‘em… And the satisfaction we had after completing it.!! We even had a house warming ceremony.! [Mayb I shud write a separate post on it.! Ya.. that’s wat I ll do….. I ve got a load of photos to share thr.!!]
She has mastered the art of reading my mind [which is quite an achievement, I must say, given the fact that 95% of the times I Myself dunno wats goin on in der.!!]. Juz one look at me – and she asks me “this is wat ur thinking, is’nt it??” – Now I do believe in mind-reading.
Nowadays she s also developed this weird hobby of sending me these scary gud n8 messages when she s out of station [or I am out of station – or juz wen we re not together...]
Messages like -
“Every heart has a pain.. Only the way of expression is different.. Some hide it in eyes while some hide in their smile… tc ”
“Hello my twinsoul hope u had something to eat :-)I am still not getting sleep. Haha.. gn.Sd. tak care. C u soon B-) tata”
“Hey bus just left.i promise never to take Volvo bus in the night ;-) convey my good night wishes to aunty and uncle :-D and special gn to u :-P B-)”
“Hey puj, me abt to sleep juz remembered you, gn ;-)”
“Hello slept?me came to sleep now after watching serial.was stil thkg u wud b already sleepin here on cot.agn realized u r not here :-(”
- can be pretty scary wen they re not from ur boyfriend.!!
[But, don’t worry Ji, she doesn’t mean any harm by those.!! So don’t you worry at all.!! :-D]
She has given me so much of a reason to live life for and she sacrifices for me so many a times, without even thinking twice about it. There are many times she s smilingly/willingly done stuff that she does’nt really have a liking towards – juz because it’d make "me" happy. She s one person I’m comfortable sharing my deepest thoughts and secrets with – and she makes me feel like I’m totally accepted, the way I am.[A rose is a rose whether its in a golden pot or in a clay pot, Same way ur alwz my frnd whether ur from African forest or from loacal bannergatta Zoo,!! – Ya – ur rite... one more of her crazy SMSes]
Right from givin me my one rupee 50 paise to a piece of her mind... From sending me scary good night messages to comforting me at my worst times. From having me climb my vehicle to pick imli for her to cookin for my whole khandaan - She s done it all.!!
Yaaaa... "From strangers to best friends – dunno how the transformation happened.!" But am sure glad it did.!! :-)
And because its been quite some time since i ve dedicated my fav song to anybody, Here goes:
No1 cud ever kno me, – no1 cud ever see me,
seems u re the oly 1 who knows - wat its like to b me.!!
Sum1 to face the day wid, make it thro’ all the mess wid,
Sum1 I’ll always laugh(and cry) with…….
Even at my worst, I’m best wid uuuuuuuuuuuuu.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll be thr for u – lik u’ll b thr for me tooooo-ooo-oooo.!!!!
And to think that I’ve never thanked her ever in my life.!!
Ashu.!!! My twinsoul.!! Thanks for everything…. And for sparkling up my life by merely stepping into it… And most of all - Thanks for juz being thr for me.!!!
Love u soo……… :-) :-)
JGD.!
- Love,
Pooja. :-)
ps: coming up shortly - photos.!!!
[damn.!! I hav to buy new data cable for my cell. I ve lost mine and hence cant transfer photos to comp right now.!!]
pps: Me and Ashu will be “jointly” managing this blog, and for this joint venture, we really couldn’t think of a better name than - “twinsouls.!!”
And I dont wanna hav it any other way, so - here goes..........
Scene 1:
3rd semester, BE is coming to an end, lab exams are juz around the corner…
And someone s just got a fresh previous year paper and obviously everybody else wants it too.
Now, exam times - all Xerox shops around SJCE are always crowded., and sooo many ppl – alllll going thr to get a single paper Xeroxed, made no sense...
So, Me and Vinu volunteered.
We polled – “how many want a copy of this paper?”
7 to 8 hands in the air.
Juz three month into my branch, and upon that, i'm not much of a memory person, So – I dint kno 80% of the class…
Vinu did most of data management for me – so she did all the counting, accounting and the product(Xeroxed question paper) distribution part.
“DJ, you, me, Chaithra-Chaithra, Ashwini and Chaithanya, then Sanchitha…! Take Total 8 copies”
I din’t even know 50% of the ppl we vr takin Xerox for.!
Next day, I’m climbing down the steps after class…
“Here s ur 1 rupee 50 paisa – thanks for the Xerox.”
.??!!?!
“Hey that’s OK.!! :-) No probs.. its juz a rupee”
In response, I get “No. Its ur dad’s money NOT urs. Take it.!!”
With that, she thrust the 1 rupee 50 paisa in my hand, and turned and went…
“Vinu, WHO S THIS??!!?!”
“ASHWINI DESHPANDE”.!!!
(quite a character.!!)
(image "intentionally" made blur.!)
Scene 2:
Less than a week later… Lab exams are going on… I enter college… Vijetha stops me to say “Nam claa-al ashwini antha idhaaL gottha? Placement cell hathra ninthkond aLthaa idhaaLe, fail aagogtheeni antha. Output barlilla anthe.!!” [Translation: Hey – u kno that girl Ashwini in our class? – She s near the placement cell. And she s weeping lots. She said she dint get the output.!!]
I go and find her... She hugs me starts crying – real hard.!! Me – dumb struck.! Dunno wat to do, how to handle the moment… I juz hug her back…
Then she again says thanks, and goes home.!
ASHWINI.!!!
(still a character.!!)
Scene 3:
3rd sem exams are juz over... new year has arrived... she takes me to our college temple, gives me a little-ish archies notebook... In it is a letter with a mind-blowing shaayri and "thanks for everything" written on it.!
ASHWINI.!!
(character.!!)
By now of course, as u might have guessed, I was growing to think that this Ashwini character was the weirdest homo sapiens I had ever laid my eyes on [Apart from wen I looked into the mirror of course]
Now, she was one of those One-in-a-million ppl who thought FAFL was an awesome subject to be learnt and taught [Phew.!!], she drove her Kinetic at 30 kmph [literally.! I can giv u phone numbers of ppl who ll swear by it], she had this weird idea that smiling for a camera made her look funny [yeavy.!!] anddd she had much fame (and fanfare??) for blasting ppl left and right..., oh – n she also had this unexplicable urge to tell me “thanks for everything” – even wen she got juz the tiniest sliver of chance to.!!
To giv u guys a glimpse of her eccentricity: Here's an incident -
We are driving back from a farm-house we had been to[on the out-skirts of Mysore] and she suddenly decides that she is hungry.! I dunno wat to do. Then she spots a few imli(tamarind) trees along the way and announces that imli will work to stall her hunger till the time we reach city. So we stop at the next tree. The imli *clusters* are a bit out of reach, and all our friends are already gone. She has this stroke of brilliance and has me park my Activa on central stand, climb on its seats and pick a few imli for her.! We turn back to see our host[The guy who s farm we had juz visited], and his wife, and his li'l son - 10 feet behind us - all gaping at us open mouthed, wondering wat the hell we were up to.!!!
ASHUUUU.!!!!
(ya ya.... character.!!!)
From strangers to best friends – dunno how the transformation happened.!
As we became friends, we realized we had a lot in common:
· We have both been adamant/mischievous since kids,
· we loved roamin' the street of mysore – screamin “aaaaaaaa” at every hump possible,
· and we actually laughed at the shocked faces of ppl who saw us act this weird,
· then we also liked having chaats every evenin - in front of our coll,
· we liked driving to Chamundi hills to hav mirchi bhajjis,
· we liked to drive 5 kms from college to eat 50 paise popsicles – which btw, were also available inside collage campus.
· We liked to walk the city streets from morning till night to shop for a single dress or something lesser at times too.
· We liked to get baloons from hawkers and play volleyball with ‘em past mid-n8.
In between all these, somehow, our differences (that were many) - dint matter at all...
[Giving us company in all this mayhem were Vinu and Chaithu]
B.E in Mysore was a long lasting holiday (We roamed around everyday and went on trips evry other day). After that she joined her job in Bangalore. And I went for my training in Trivandrum. We talked on phone evry day. When the time came for my posting to be announced, I kept praying to God that it shud be B’lore. Luckily enough, B’lore it was.!!!
It was like back to holidaying [We did miss all our other friends, of course, but in hopes of compensating for it – we met every single weekend.!] We started foolin around again – oly, now in B’lore, and we oly got weekends free for that. [Really dint matter, if you ask me.! – a week (5days) can go juz like that, like 4 yrs of engineering or 2 months of Trivandrum training or 23/24 yrs of being on this planet.!]
5 yrs of this amazing friendship now – and the bond is still as strong as freshly brewed Arabic coffee.! :-P
( No comments plz.!! :-D )
She is a no nonsense/straight forward person – but she has never ever told me anything that I would’nt like.!
Wenever we re deciding on stuff[be it anything, - deciding on a movie, deciding where to go out for shopping, wat place to go fot an outing, for food, evrything], She s been so very understanding/sacrificing that not once hav I felt that she is actually doing it juz because "i" wanted it. She behaves as if its her most fav thing/place in the world.
She s a li’l impatient – but she has got all the time to listen to all my stupid boring stories - right from Shankaracharya to my latest crush.!, from Yoga Vasista to Douglas Adams, and the other nonsense stuff i keep rambling about – she hears it all out, without a single complaint. Watever her irritations, she juz smiles it off.
She scolds ppl so much – for me – its been only once or twice max.!! [Come on.!! Wats the fun of being her best friend – if I don’t get it even for once?? Pick up a dictionary for the meaning: if it’s a good one, you ll see: ashu(n)=species exhibiting affinity to blast fellow-beings] ;-)
3 yrs ago, wen she got committed to Ji [while we were still in Coll], I thought it was time to let go and giv her space. But she manages it all so well, that never have I felt that there has been a difference at all.!
[And thankyou Ji…. Juz felt like I ought to thank you for her, So – Thanks. :-)]Uncle, aunty (Ashu’s parents) got shifted to Mangalore a few months back. So, now she s shifted beneath our house and we literally live together now.
The fun/excitement we ve had setting up her home, unpacking old stuff, buying new stuff, arranging ‘em… And the satisfaction we had after completing it.!! We even had a house warming ceremony.! [Mayb I shud write a separate post on it.! Ya.. that’s wat I ll do….. I ve got a load of photos to share thr.!!]
She has mastered the art of reading my mind [which is quite an achievement, I must say, given the fact that 95% of the times I Myself dunno wats goin on in der.!!]. Juz one look at me – and she asks me “this is wat ur thinking, is’nt it??” – Now I do believe in mind-reading.
Nowadays she s also developed this weird hobby of sending me these scary gud n8 messages when she s out of station [or I am out of station – or juz wen we re not together...]
Messages like -
“Every heart has a pain.. Only the way of expression is different.. Some hide it in eyes while some hide in their smile… tc ”
“Hello my twinsoul hope u had something to eat :-)I am still not getting sleep. Haha.. gn.Sd. tak care. C u soon B-) tata”
“Hey bus just left.i promise never to take Volvo bus in the night ;-) convey my good night wishes to aunty and uncle :-D and special gn to u :-P B-)”
“Hey puj, me abt to sleep juz remembered you, gn ;-)”
“Hello slept?me came to sleep now after watching serial.was stil thkg u wud b already sleepin here on cot.agn realized u r not here :-(”
- can be pretty scary wen they re not from ur boyfriend.!!
[But, don’t worry Ji, she doesn’t mean any harm by those.!! So don’t you worry at all.!! :-D]
She has given me so much of a reason to live life for and she sacrifices for me so many a times, without even thinking twice about it. There are many times she s smilingly/willingly done stuff that she does’nt really have a liking towards – juz because it’d make "me" happy. She s one person I’m comfortable sharing my deepest thoughts and secrets with – and she makes me feel like I’m totally accepted, the way I am.[A rose is a rose whether its in a golden pot or in a clay pot, Same way ur alwz my frnd whether ur from African forest or from loacal bannergatta Zoo,!! – Ya – ur rite... one more of her crazy SMSes]
Right from givin me my one rupee 50 paise to a piece of her mind... From sending me scary good night messages to comforting me at my worst times. From having me climb my vehicle to pick imli for her to cookin for my whole khandaan - She s done it all.!!
Yaaaa... "From strangers to best friends – dunno how the transformation happened.!" But am sure glad it did.!! :-)
:-)
And because its been quite some time since i ve dedicated my fav song to anybody, Here goes:
No1 cud ever kno me, – no1 cud ever see me,
seems u re the oly 1 who knows - wat its like to b me.!!
Sum1 to face the day wid, make it thro’ all the mess wid,
Sum1 I’ll always laugh(and cry) with…….
Even at my worst, I’m best wid uuuuuuuuuuuuu.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ll be thr for u – lik u’ll b thr for me tooooo-ooo-oooo.!!!!
And to think that I’ve never thanked her ever in my life.!!
Ashu.!!! My twinsoul.!! Thanks for everything…. And for sparkling up my life by merely stepping into it… And most of all - Thanks for juz being thr for me.!!!
Love u soo……… :-) :-)
JGD.!
- Love,
Pooja. :-)
ps: coming up shortly - photos.!!!
[damn.!! I hav to buy new data cable for my cell. I ve lost mine and hence cant transfer photos to comp right now.!!]
pps: Me and Ashu will be “jointly” managing this blog, and for this joint venture, we really couldn’t think of a better name than - “twinsouls.!!”
Thursday, October 8, 2009
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