dear blog
i could not describe my life to you in the past month. now so many things have happenned that in my excitement, i can not decide which event to describe first and how...
in the past month, one great thing which happened to me is that i went to ludhiana, as a part the SRIJAN(our annual college magazine) team. The trip was a mixture of fun, food, hardwork and breathstopping risks( ask KD!). Ludhiana city is full of good cars. every parking lot looks like an auto expo with shiny, powerful, imported cars from all manufacturers lined up one after the other!! we even got ourselves clicked in front of some amazing cars.
we also got a first hand experience working with the printers. their designers amazed us with their speed and and proficiency on various design softwares. there, in photoshop, what they did in five minutes would have taken us a whole day to accompolish. before we could even blink, they had made designs fror us. when we opened our eyes after the blink, we saw another design on the screen!they were cool even out-of-their-office. we even hung aroung with them in ludhiana city on a sunday shopping spree. (we can remember those pure vegetarians' faces even today while watching us relishing tasty fried chicken at KFC!!)
our return journey was another adventure in itself. on missing our direct bus, we sat in a bus headed to Jwalaji. That bus driver was seriously mad. he drove at a constant speed of exactly 60kmph for about an hour in hilly region. in hills, 35 kmph is considered 'superfast'! short of any work, we even calculated his speed. we noticed that after every five minutes, the milestone showed five kilometres less than the previous time. moreover, that bus was devoid of windows glasses. wind gushed in 60kmph.it felt really spooky. we felt as if our aerodyanamics were being tested in a windtunnel! then, our hearts missed a beat when we saw the driver and the conductor merrily enjoying their 'martinis-stirred and shaken by the bus'. however, the most inexplicable thing of the driver was when he stopped in front of a hotel for about 30 seconds, for no rhyme of reason at all. the road was clear, no one came out of the hotel to meet him and it was freezing cold on a scary night. Why the hell did he stop there?
the lightening speed had driven out all air from our lungs. we had our lungs refilled only on reaching home-Hamirpur. then, maggi and hot cuppas of coffee @ nescafe was what put together our literally-blown-out bodies....
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
to admirers,readers,fans and friends....
dear blog
this post is dedicated to all your readers, admirers and fan(s).
i had been thinking of starting a blog site for the past one year. Basically, i wanted some space where i could scribble anything i liked. but the instant that made me create an account is thanks to one of my roomies- 'Tackle'.
next, is a whole paragraph dedicated to my FIRST FAN!! he is the one who actually waits for my next blog. he is the one who makes me write my blog on time. after i write something, i wait for and care about his reaction and comments the most. he is the only person who enjoys the luxury of getting all of my blogs in his mail, as soon as they are written. he is, whom we call, Mr (N-1) .
now comes the turn of my first reader. whenever i write any blog, the first person to read it is DJ. it is partly due to him being my roommate and partly due to the fact that he quickly tells me the genre of my post- frusty, saadu, gach, cool, awesome, faadu...
another person who appreciates my blog(whether it is forced or natural is immaterial..) is PaanDude. he lives two doors away from my room. still ,I instantly know when he has read my blog by his loud, maniac 'Ravan laughter'.
more readers include KD, '2-penny-treasurer' , jojo, 'sood', 'monk-who-sold-his-hair' , my cousin - 'The Economist' and Meenal. sometimes, some of my classmates unexpectedly come to me and tell me that my blog was good. i just love the feeling which it gives. It is this feeling that makes me write regularly.
last-and-the-least , i would like to thank Mr AK-47 , for creating the interesting moments in my life, about which i can write.
this post is dedicated to all your readers, admirers and fan(s).
i had been thinking of starting a blog site for the past one year. Basically, i wanted some space where i could scribble anything i liked. but the instant that made me create an account is thanks to one of my roomies- 'Tackle'.
next, is a whole paragraph dedicated to my FIRST FAN!! he is the one who actually waits for my next blog. he is the one who makes me write my blog on time. after i write something, i wait for and care about his reaction and comments the most. he is the only person who enjoys the luxury of getting all of my blogs in his mail, as soon as they are written. he is, whom we call, Mr (N-1) .
now comes the turn of my first reader. whenever i write any blog, the first person to read it is DJ. it is partly due to him being my roommate and partly due to the fact that he quickly tells me the genre of my post- frusty, saadu, gach, cool, awesome, faadu...
another person who appreciates my blog(whether it is forced or natural is immaterial..) is PaanDude. he lives two doors away from my room. still ,I instantly know when he has read my blog by his loud, maniac 'Ravan laughter'.
more readers include KD, '2-penny-treasurer' , jojo, 'sood', 'monk-who-sold-his-hair' , my cousin - 'The Economist' and Meenal. sometimes, some of my classmates unexpectedly come to me and tell me that my blog was good. i just love the feeling which it gives. It is this feeling that makes me write regularly.
last-and-the-least , i would like to thank Mr AK-47 , for creating the interesting moments in my life, about which i can write.
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