That incomplete feeling

I am back my readers with some gup shup and grey cell tickling views. Once again under broad tube light, today let me present how incomplete I felt for the past 2 days. Why? Oh dear I didn't get a chance to blog my thoughts. This is one habit I am proud of. Seriously, I felt so incomplete like God has just aise waise pack kar ke has sent me to this Earth. My Bhatakti Aatma was so restless. The fear of not sustaining this habit clawed its way into my heart. So here I am stealing a few moments, while this lassie sitting next to me curses her laptop, to just give some sukoon to my Bhatakti Aatma. Wow! what a feeling. Writing, of everything, never thought I would enjoy it so much. Also, it gives me pleasure to share some Sansani thoughts, some twisted viewpoints with you, my readers. Ok now getting back to the incomplete feeling. It was like I have stepped out without any lipstick or my mascara on. Urrggghh people would stare at me oh the sans make-up look. In short it was not a good feeling at all. I know the ajab prem kahani is long pending but sweetie pies you got to understand there more things to do like the party I have to attend. Till then Bye......MMMMMMuuuaaaahhhh!!!!!

Who is MSR?

I know, I had promised you my readers to bring you the ajab prem kahani. But that has to wait. My curiosity is getting the best out of me. Remember the Jazzy Lazy post one MSR has commented on it and none of my friends with whom I shared the link have this initial. For some time I thought it would be Rohini, who just to create some Sansani has put jumbled up her initials. But then knowing Rohini she would not pull out such a stunt. I did threaten MSR to reveal his/her identity else would be the subject of my next post. Seems to be a very self obsessed person didn't reveal. As such MSR wants me to give up my lazziness and continue blogging to give you, my readers, some daily dose of Sansani entertainment. Oh dear! what a pity! Well MSR you called for this trouble. Though I know it must be one of my friends who is just trying to flatter me by commenting anonymously. Then again the nest moment I feel it is at last some passerby who happened to come across my blog and praised it. Then the next moment logic takes over and says MSR mentions that knowing me iska matlab somebody who knows me. To be honest I did ask Google uncle if he knows MSR and would revealing the identity of MSR but then uncle Google himself got confused and threw some 300 results for Microsoft research. Holy cow! You my reader is your guess as good as mine. Is Microsoft Research keeping a tab on my blog. But wait a second why would they do that, I am very tech handicapped. I still don't know what MS Dos stands for and why do we have only Windows, why not Doors. I think I should leave the search of MSR on my favourite: Sansani phailana wala ya MSR akhir kaun hai? Kya ya ek purush hai ya ek aurat. Agar aurat do dekhiye samajh ke badalta rup ko ek aurat ne kya dusri aurat ja jina haram. Blog pe comment to kar diya par apna naam oh nishan tak nahin chhoda. Akhir aisa kyun. Aur agar purush hai toh, is zalim samajh main bharein vaishi darinday ki majal delkhiya. Chayan se blog karna hai toh jaag jao. Humari koshish yahi hai ki aap ki awaz Microsoft tak pahunchay. Windows bananewallah Gates ko baatein ki ya India hai. Windows ke saath Door bhi chahiye hotah hai dekh ne ke liye ki comment aakhir kis MSR ne post kya. Aapke vicha comment ke rup main post kardein, humara vada hai appke vichar Windows ke Gates tak pahunchayenge.

Now MSR reveal yourself Sansani khes khulasa or a barge of Shudh hindi blogs will be unleashed on you.

Sun sun Didi tere liye ek blog likha hai

Didi ya anek kya hota hai, my Didi replies anek jaise tumhara weight, ek Tushky, ek aur Tushky ek ek kar kayeen anek Tushkyan ka wight milkar tumhara weight. My Didi, I have known her since the day I have known myself. She is not a part of my life but my life. My mother always said there is no relationship like 2 sister's relationship. Yes quite agree, she topped in Maths & Physics and I failed miserably in them. She hardly speaks I hardly keep quite. As a child she was a Shona may (golden girl) I was someone from whom gold is extracted (Soil). Well she also never cried while going to school, my crying even gave my father, who otherwise knows no anger, also fit of rage. Once Baba threw my bag in the garden and my new plastic tiffin carrier on the road, why? Khaboni ki Jaboni (neither will I eat neither will I go to school). Our differences were just not limited to childhood habits even as adults our differences are quite stark. When acne and pimples were busy making my face resemble Indian roads her skin showed signs of the country where she is currently settled, Sweden, glowing smooth a skin which could have launched many popular soaps. Then ofcourse how can I forget the only regret of my life. I could never sing the song, 'sun sun didi tere liye ek rishta aya hai', because she got her own rishta. In other words she had a 'Love Marriage'. A fact which my Baba could not get over for 2 weeks, he always thought Gold Medal in Physics life for Didi. Love was reserved for the black sheep of the family, that is me. But as you, my readers, know how lucky I have been in Love. Anyways touchy topic lets not go there. Whereas I can be brand ambassador for Indian television, why? Because as an ardent fan of Indian Television I have viewed its first serial Buniyad to the latest Baat Humari Pakki Hai. But my Didi will be brand ambassador for M.L. Khanna quick Mathematics. I remember as a child and even now she is fond of Gulab Jamun as for me I am fond of sweets doesn't matter gulab ho ya lotus jamun. Irrespective of all our differences we are sisters. We love each other, I know she will comment by saying is this about your rakhi sister but still she cannot deny our love for each other. Oh before I forget, how Baba was worried about her when she got married. His only worry was what if she is hungry she will not say anyone anything and keep quite and will suffer so every now and then he made our cousins make trip to her in laws house to check if she was hungry. Right at that moment I innocently asked, 'Baba will you ever be worried about me this way.' He looked at me from head to toe and said, 'Babau I need not worry about you, those people to whose family you will get married to they will worry by the amount of biscuits and sweets they have to provide you'. Thus I kept quiet, but was proud that atleast my father will not be worried about me. so thats about me and my Didi. Always wanted to share how special our relationship is. My Didi My Maa.

Coming up next, whoever thinks two different people can never have a successful married life, especially for them. Jaat Yamla pagla Deewana says ami tomake bhalobashi in Rabeendra Sangeet style. Keep watching this space for sansani phaila dene wali iss prem kahani ke liye.

Jazzy side of lazy

Yes my guzoh buzohs I am back. Today, oh boy I am too lazy to write any sansani khes vardat. So thought of writing about my very famous laziness. Earlier in life my parents, Didi and later my roomie Debbie have been witness to this very popular aspect of my personality. But I always took pride in it after all it sets me apart, how read on. Well, the best part of being lazy is it provides ample of inspiration, like: When everybody is running around you in the race of life you just sit back look at them and think about an idea to write a book on managing life (la those self help books you see on the shelves at book store and all those socialites making a bee line for them) and sell it saying Indian Spirituality and next you are a millionaire. Second point of defence  how being lazy helps: The whole world is fascinated with being thin. Well, you are lazy to cook worried about the dwindling money in the account. don't want to order food. Simple Stay Hungry You will become thin. Ya, going green after being thin being eco friendly is the next buzz word, simple save water, skip bath for a day, don't was bedsheets for months. Well if we are talking of being green, the its high time I shut down my computer and put an end to this blog. In other words my famous Lazzypan taking over, till then bye mmmuuaaahh.

Sunoh 'Sansani' ki Kahani

'Sansani', yes I know what you - my readers are thinking. My favourite Hindi word 'Sansani'. Yesterday after posting my first blog, came comment from my Didi mentioning this word. At that moment believe me I knew what will be my next blog on my favourite Sansani. So again I am under broad tube light but in Room No. 606 nursing a back ache and a heart brimming with emotions as I bring to you the story of Sansani. For those who are aware of my love for a special Hindi News Channel, will know the importance of this word in our daily life's daily news. Well, a few years ago at a time when Doordarshan was our only source of entertainment nobody heard of Sansani. Poor Sansani always felt miserable, the thought of an unsung hero's death caused a lot depression and ultimately bipolar disorder for Sansani. But things changed from one meager DD to the countless news channel, Sansani found its supporters, the warriors of its cause.With colourful mikes and logos of the channels and one shot breathe going from ' ek Sansani khes vardat to another Sansani phalene waley khooni darinda scene, there were knights who swore by Sansani's power. I don't know about you but Sansani entered my life and lexicon and trust me from that day my life has changed. Oh main pehle bahut pareshan rehti thi koi entertainment nahin that par aaj kal main kafi Sansani entertainment dekh ti hoon. Like, ek Sansani hadse main udan khatole le gayee gau mata ko. There is enough debate of whether Sansani is good for our journalism or not, whether it tries to manipulate truth. Well I don't want to get in to those intellectual conversation they are best left with people who claim to have brains. As for me, my Sansani khes blog, Sansani is the like the Sun and Sunny day after a night of torrential rain. Oh pretty Sansani, mind it.

Socha Na Tha....Kyasa kya ho gaya

Ok! this is suppose to be my first blog. For which there had been many planning and strategies. I always wished to start my first blog on a Sunday evening with just the dim night lamp on in my single room No. 606 of WGU Hostel, with the balcony door open and sight of the Arabian sea would provide free flow to my creativity. Alas, it was not meant to be. Here I am, under broad tube lights at office and hunger gnawing at my ahhhmmm bit big tummy. Ya Ya m ALL- a little large. Ok, lets get back to blogging. Why I chose to write, 2 reasons: a) everybody felt I had good writing skills b) wanted to divert my mind from some ghastly imagination. As many of you, in given time I hope you all my friends and ofcourse my Didi, will look forward to this space for some views of mine on life and situations. But knowing me you can expect the humour which I will derive out of my experiences will be posted. As for now welcome to the Blog world.