the day i celebrated my failure
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It is really difficult to say with smiling face that papa mai fir se fail ho gaya and that to without giving CENTER FRESH. Anyway i decided to send that news by my sis who is expert in delivering bad news in a healthy mood(although sometimes in worst manner too).I got a strong weapon on my side that I had cold and cough so that am certified to do bad in exam and a negative pin pointing my additiction of playing firmville in facebook which my parents knew beacuse of my sis,the informant.
It was the 2nd exam of my training and my so called luck whose nick name is badluck gave me a seat from where neither I could see anyone else's screen nor can communicate during the exam.The only person sitting in front of me had to change her seat after 5 min of exam as her system crashed.Anyway I gather all my self and tried to focus on my screen after viewing all the empty seats nearby me.Out of the 5 books tought for the 2nd exam I completed 4. and the 1st question was from the book I left for my bookself.From that one i was sure that my luck is immensely with me today.But i found the question paper was too easy and completed the 2 hour paer in just 50 mins. And after it I discovered that the question paper was not that easy when i saw the message that BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME,U HAVE SCORED 65%.
After seeing this also my so called sentiments dont change.I didnot feel anything bad.Rather I leave the hall and went to the canteen and have a coke . After the Exam we,the trainees gather and i found that only 5 of us scored above 70% means majority is on my side. Someone gave the news that two girls who scored 65% were crying at cafeteria cause they were failed at the border line. "What the hell,Why am not crying then ?"i asked to my self.But i did not got much time to think cause my friend called to have a fruit salad with him in canteen. I went there and have a fruit salad,then noodles,then veg puff but all those tastes much bad .
It was the day our company was celebrating a cultural day called "the vikings".It was in another building. many of the trainees left for their locations but I thought:
"Failure is the gateway to innovation. In order to progress, we need to bring our small defeats into the open."
and i along with my 2 friends decided to join the culturalevening.The show was awsome.Though the rock band was worst but the way they sang TOBA TERA JALBA TOBA TERA PYAAR in between a BRYAN ADAMS SONG was the coolest number.The girls who were dancing were too beautiful which dont allow us to leave the show in between. It was like bonus when free tiffin and dinner was declared. There were free game stalls organized by employees and from those game stalls also i get some more failure certificates.
we left the office at 9:30.in taxi some one gave a speech:
"
The magic happens when you reverse your thinking. If you swing the pendulum to the maximum failure zone, it will swing back to the maximum success zone as well. Sustaining the pendulum swing on the maximum failure will give you constant maximum success. The more you experience failure, the more successful you become. The more no's you get, the more yes will come up. This is not just a proven logic, but also a fundamental truth."
Let it be true. may god help me in cracking the next ones. gud nite.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
life in a METRO
"Aaaaaahaa...why is outside so bright?"
I asked myself when suddenly my eyes opened after a short nap. I looked at my watch and get to know that my nap has turned to a 6 hrs. full sleep. I was feeling pain all over my body as i slept in a uneasy posture as the small bed provided in my hostel was acquired by my books, lappy, water bottle, dresses and leaving behind me one fourth place. Then I decided to clean the mess up.But then decided why to waste time on such waste which will happen again. Then I drink some water and again concentrate on my sleep as its the usual afternoon nap time. But this time i adjusted my cell phone alarm clock to 4pm, as I have to attend my java class for which am in this damn city of Hyderabad.
"Hey!you done or you need some hours of nap to refresh your brain?” Suddenly I woke up and came to know from my roommate (who is now quite open at me AFTER getting a job) that it’s the 2nd time alarm ring which usually occurs after 15 min of 1st alarm. 'Oh my god "I said and suddenly stand up and get ready not for class but to have some tiffin as my nap have consumed my meal in noon and I was feeling hungry. I did not thanked my roomi as he woke me up from a beautiful dream ,whose faint image was still in my brain that I WAS SITTING IN A LAWN AND COUNTING MONEY WHICH WAS HUGE. Aisse sapne baar baar thodi na aate hai.
After my class I was writing some program in my lappy. Now a days am trying to change my hobby as per my future job unlike my genius class mates who choose job as per their hobby. There were days when after getting exhausted from study I used to watch movies. But its now when I get exhausted from watching movies or doing any other anti curricular work then I sat to study .When I execute the program there were 18 errors. These are same as half of the written codes. Suddenly got a phone call to reach at the Biryani Paradise from my friend Rishi . It was a like a raindrop for a peacock after summer. I directly shut down my lappy without saving that bullshit program written by me.
On every Saturday night I go to my kaam wale friends who are staying at Samajiguda.There I have some good time ,some card game,some blame game and most precisely some good food ,which was rare in my hostel and certainly that was non south Indian,cooked by them. But this time it was different as one more friend has come to there too so there was a plan of discovery of Hyderabad.
“Hey,where are u we are standing hare for fifteen min,come soon” ,I heard the voice in my cell which displays the name Licomo.It was my friend lipu who is the guest of honor for few days, the one who is here for some fun. As he has many contact nos so I saved him according to his service provider such as Lipu+rims=Lims ,Lipu+docomo=Licomo…. .I was in the bus at that time. Thank to my luck the conductor did not asked me for ticket and hence I saved a ransom amount of Rs6 from Amerpet to Punjagutta. As I walked down the bus a lady came to me showing a titan watch and asked me to buy with a flat 80% discount. I met that same lady few days back with the same watch,perhaps she did not recognized me any way I did not replied and step forward and saw a eunuch/hinzda who came to me and called me chikna ,I hurriedly walked and did not give him/her a rupee unlike my first day at Amerpet where I have to give one bloody of that group 20 rupees after that one touched me at some unusual places. These people in Hydrabad are not real rather true male ones wear ladies cloth to collect money. From that day I did not give them a single money and stay as far as possible from them.At last I reached at Biryani paradise and met the group which consists of Rishi,Raj,Subu,Licomo and his brother pappu. The first three were doing job in Hyderabad and we rest three are like blood sucking parasites.
“Oh hi, let’s go what took u so long? It’s quite late.” Rishi said me and then we talked for some time and then postponed that Discovery plan to Sunday and marched forward to Central with a strong intension not to buy anything in the same old traffic of Punjagutta. The short path of some hundred meters from biryani paradise to central was accompanied by cigi smoke, water pouch, sweet corn, golgappe and discussion of college life ,break ups and patch ups. After an hour of visiting all counters of Central and choosing many items which were not bought obviously .The plan was set to have dinner at Biryani Paradise but the plan was transformed to Dinner at a holy place, another paradise for engineering students which was CHANDNI BAR AND RESTURANT. It was my first time in a bar which is a restaurant too. Cigi pack was brought from outside cause the cost was low outside. The ordered was set which consists of a kingfisher bottle ,bagpiper bottle and the names of other two packs I couldn’t recognized as those were non labeled out of which one was dark and other was faint. For me and Rishi thumps up was ordered as I don’t drink, having a thought in my mind that if I might liked it and get converted to a great drunkard as I find it much difficult to leave something that I like. But the case was different in case of Rishi because he was a great real timer bewda once. But from the day a Pandit gave him some rings to wear to glitter his fate he had to leave his best friend. Then veg biryani was ordered whose taste was alike that of my hostel food. No no it would be a great complement for my hostel food. The Biriyani was little bit better than my hostel food. Then the hang over situation arises in Subu,Licomo. And gradually other two follow the same situation. Licomo said me that others are out of this world at this time and he was not affected by such small sessions. But it was quite easy to guess that Licomo is not at other world but at the Seventh world. The cigi pack was consumed by the awesome five excluding me in half an hour and another packet was ordered. Then call session starts. Everyone called their dear ones (sweet hearts)and talked un necessary craps. I concentrate on my Biriyani and finished. After a long time I was with my so many friends in a unknown city .Great.
“Raj loves u much, u may not recognize his love but one day u find it” subu talked in phone to Raj’s semi girlfriend. I could never understand why Subu is saying such shit to her. Is it really necessary to express love in words? Any way Love is literally blind and ruthless unless it could have find me too. Lunch ended at 11:30 and we marched to their room in phase wise to give no impression to owner of theirs of their condition. When a person is in hang over he talked about love sex and dhoka , I discovered that day. The situation in the room was like 12pm instead of am. All are active . Loud music was played and the card game started which continues upto 2:30 am. Really metros have no night.The game concluded as a huge victory of me and rishi against the two half-conscious players subu and Licomo.We had to sleep cause the discovery plan was on next day. All six lay down here and there in that small room. And a great day ended with a lot of hope for the next day.
I asked myself when suddenly my eyes opened after a short nap. I looked at my watch and get to know that my nap has turned to a 6 hrs. full sleep. I was feeling pain all over my body as i slept in a uneasy posture as the small bed provided in my hostel was acquired by my books, lappy, water bottle, dresses and leaving behind me one fourth place. Then I decided to clean the mess up.But then decided why to waste time on such waste which will happen again. Then I drink some water and again concentrate on my sleep as its the usual afternoon nap time. But this time i adjusted my cell phone alarm clock to 4pm, as I have to attend my java class for which am in this damn city of Hyderabad.
"Hey!you done or you need some hours of nap to refresh your brain?” Suddenly I woke up and came to know from my roommate (who is now quite open at me AFTER getting a job) that it’s the 2nd time alarm ring which usually occurs after 15 min of 1st alarm. 'Oh my god "I said and suddenly stand up and get ready not for class but to have some tiffin as my nap have consumed my meal in noon and I was feeling hungry. I did not thanked my roomi as he woke me up from a beautiful dream ,whose faint image was still in my brain that I WAS SITTING IN A LAWN AND COUNTING MONEY WHICH WAS HUGE. Aisse sapne baar baar thodi na aate hai.
After my class I was writing some program in my lappy. Now a days am trying to change my hobby as per my future job unlike my genius class mates who choose job as per their hobby. There were days when after getting exhausted from study I used to watch movies. But its now when I get exhausted from watching movies or doing any other anti curricular work then I sat to study .When I execute the program there were 18 errors. These are same as half of the written codes. Suddenly got a phone call to reach at the Biryani Paradise from my friend Rishi . It was a like a raindrop for a peacock after summer. I directly shut down my lappy without saving that bullshit program written by me.
On every Saturday night I go to my kaam wale friends who are staying at Samajiguda.There I have some good time ,some card game,some blame game and most precisely some good food ,which was rare in my hostel and certainly that was non south Indian,cooked by them. But this time it was different as one more friend has come to there too so there was a plan of discovery of Hyderabad.
“Hey,where are u we are standing hare for fifteen min,come soon” ,I heard the voice in my cell which displays the name Licomo.It was my friend lipu who is the guest of honor for few days, the one who is here for some fun. As he has many contact nos so I saved him according to his service provider such as Lipu+rims=Lims ,Lipu+docomo=Licomo…. .I was in the bus at that time. Thank to my luck the conductor did not asked me for ticket and hence I saved a ransom amount of Rs6 from Amerpet to Punjagutta. As I walked down the bus a lady came to me showing a titan watch and asked me to buy with a flat 80% discount. I met that same lady few days back with the same watch,perhaps she did not recognized me any way I did not replied and step forward and saw a eunuch/hinzda who came to me and called me chikna ,I hurriedly walked and did not give him/her a rupee unlike my first day at Amerpet where I have to give one bloody of that group 20 rupees after that one touched me at some unusual places. These people in Hydrabad are not real rather true male ones wear ladies cloth to collect money. From that day I did not give them a single money and stay as far as possible from them.At last I reached at Biryani paradise and met the group which consists of Rishi,Raj,Subu,Licomo and his brother pappu. The first three were doing job in Hyderabad and we rest three are like blood sucking parasites.
“Oh hi, let’s go what took u so long? It’s quite late.” Rishi said me and then we talked for some time and then postponed that Discovery plan to Sunday and marched forward to Central with a strong intension not to buy anything in the same old traffic of Punjagutta. The short path of some hundred meters from biryani paradise to central was accompanied by cigi smoke, water pouch, sweet corn, golgappe and discussion of college life ,break ups and patch ups. After an hour of visiting all counters of Central and choosing many items which were not bought obviously .The plan was set to have dinner at Biryani Paradise but the plan was transformed to Dinner at a holy place, another paradise for engineering students which was CHANDNI BAR AND RESTURANT. It was my first time in a bar which is a restaurant too. Cigi pack was brought from outside cause the cost was low outside. The ordered was set which consists of a kingfisher bottle ,bagpiper bottle and the names of other two packs I couldn’t recognized as those were non labeled out of which one was dark and other was faint. For me and Rishi thumps up was ordered as I don’t drink, having a thought in my mind that if I might liked it and get converted to a great drunkard as I find it much difficult to leave something that I like. But the case was different in case of Rishi because he was a great real timer bewda once. But from the day a Pandit gave him some rings to wear to glitter his fate he had to leave his best friend. Then veg biryani was ordered whose taste was alike that of my hostel food. No no it would be a great complement for my hostel food. The Biriyani was little bit better than my hostel food. Then the hang over situation arises in Subu,Licomo. And gradually other two follow the same situation. Licomo said me that others are out of this world at this time and he was not affected by such small sessions. But it was quite easy to guess that Licomo is not at other world but at the Seventh world. The cigi pack was consumed by the awesome five excluding me in half an hour and another packet was ordered. Then call session starts. Everyone called their dear ones (sweet hearts)and talked un necessary craps. I concentrate on my Biriyani and finished. After a long time I was with my so many friends in a unknown city .Great.
“Raj loves u much, u may not recognize his love but one day u find it” subu talked in phone to Raj’s semi girlfriend. I could never understand why Subu is saying such shit to her. Is it really necessary to express love in words? Any way Love is literally blind and ruthless unless it could have find me too. Lunch ended at 11:30 and we marched to their room in phase wise to give no impression to owner of theirs of their condition. When a person is in hang over he talked about love sex and dhoka , I discovered that day. The situation in the room was like 12pm instead of am. All are active . Loud music was played and the card game started which continues upto 2:30 am. Really metros have no night.The game concluded as a huge victory of me and rishi against the two half-conscious players subu and Licomo.We had to sleep cause the discovery plan was on next day. All six lay down here and there in that small room. And a great day ended with a lot of hope for the next day.
Friday, June 11, 2010
FOKAT KA SMS
ITS the time when all most all telecom networks are providing sms pack service . The scheme that my network provides is recharge with Rs11 for a month to have cost of a sms 1 paissa. Due to this kind of offers am not able to hear the voices of my friends for a long time.even it makes the missed call concept an outdated one .
Every day I wake up by my SMS alert tone. Then I do my daily routines such as deleting the dozens of unread messages . Then as time advances I get the same message from a group of friends.Then I send that SMS to others by selecting that send to many option.Its really annoying when those ones whom I sent the SMS send me the same one.
Now I have my own strategy that I edit the messages by putting my name at the end. Now I can prevail my name and fullfill my dream of"logon ke jubaan per mera hi naam hoga".
Due to this service I have regained some of my lost friends. These are those ones who perhaps think to waste a paissa to rebuilt that lost friendship. Its litrally 'chillar ki jindgi'. meri dosti ka keemat 1 paissa. waah kya baat hai.
Now i can proudly say 'ek paisse ki keemat tum kya jaano XYZ babu
dosti ke punar-janm ka value hota hai ek paissa'
I remembered the time when reliance had provided the call charges free from reliance to reliance from night 10pm to morning 8am. At that time I used to talk whole night and sleep after morning. Typical middle class behaviour free main jo bhi mile samet lo.
Due to these Sms my inbox is in overfloading condition. This also helps in prevailing religous threats like "send jai santoshi maa to ten people and have gudluck in an hour and if u ignore it then misfortune attack u". I have seen people responding to these messsages also.
BUT still I like to get these everyday. I want even more. Thanks to this service kiun ki ab 1 paisse main kuch to milta hai. Really connecting people .
Every day I wake up by my SMS alert tone. Then I do my daily routines such as deleting the dozens of unread messages . Then as time advances I get the same message from a group of friends.Then I send that SMS to others by selecting that send to many option.Its really annoying when those ones whom I sent the SMS send me the same one.
Now I have my own strategy that I edit the messages by putting my name at the end. Now I can prevail my name and fullfill my dream of"logon ke jubaan per mera hi naam hoga".
Due to this service I have regained some of my lost friends. These are those ones who perhaps think to waste a paissa to rebuilt that lost friendship. Its litrally 'chillar ki jindgi'. meri dosti ka keemat 1 paissa. waah kya baat hai.
Now i can proudly say 'ek paisse ki keemat tum kya jaano XYZ babu
dosti ke punar-janm ka value hota hai ek paissa'
I remembered the time when reliance had provided the call charges free from reliance to reliance from night 10pm to morning 8am. At that time I used to talk whole night and sleep after morning. Typical middle class behaviour free main jo bhi mile samet lo.
Due to these Sms my inbox is in overfloading condition. This also helps in prevailing religous threats like "send jai santoshi maa to ten people and have gudluck in an hour and if u ignore it then misfortune attack u". I have seen people responding to these messsages also.
BUT still I like to get these everyday. I want even more. Thanks to this service kiun ki ab 1 paisse main kuch to milta hai. Really connecting people .
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
10 things I miss about
I never have imagined myself as an engineer . But fate likes to play games always . Anyways now am a engineer with little theoretical knowledge and no practical knowledge. With time this unsuccessful 'about to be a doctor' is coping to be called as an engineer . Initially I thought that engineering career would be a painful season in my life ,but now when its ended I can smell the unforgettable fragnance . The splendid time have ended and now i have the memories with me only .
1. am missing those boring lectures by some non GATE qualifieds and college promoted Mtech holders.
2. am missing those non surprise birthday parties where the aim was ' u give us a treat and we will celebrate urs B'party'.
3. am missing the time consuming card game '29'.
4. am missing those 'pay alone eat together' ice cream parties and dinners.
5. am missing those insulting comments by my friends.
6. am missing the downloaded movies and peaceful sleep the night before exams.
7. am missing that bitter taste of the meshing food and litrally mesh condition in my mesh room.
8. am missing those useless arguments about nothing.
9. am missing called by those nonsence piculiar nicknames that are given by my friends.
10. am missing those cheap blame games about 'u love her' .
I miss my college days , my friends , my life......
1. am missing those boring lectures by some non GATE qualifieds and college promoted Mtech holders.
2. am missing those non surprise birthday parties where the aim was ' u give us a treat and we will celebrate urs B'party'.
3. am missing the time consuming card game '29'.
4. am missing those 'pay alone eat together' ice cream parties and dinners.
5. am missing those insulting comments by my friends.
6. am missing the downloaded movies and peaceful sleep the night before exams.
7. am missing that bitter taste of the meshing food and litrally mesh condition in my mesh room.
8. am missing those useless arguments about nothing.
9. am missing called by those nonsence piculiar nicknames that are given by my friends.
10. am missing those cheap blame games about 'u love her' .
I miss my college days , my friends , my life......
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