For something that you wished .

Milan , This blog is full of posts of Milan, there is nothing i can do about it, this city is full of surprises each and every day. For example :-

Today on 20th April 2010 - Got a call from SpaceMatrix - Singapore, Got a project in Mumbai and Delhi coming up soon, I have to travel to Mumbai and Delhi in May. 10 days in Delhi, and 5 days in Mumbai.

Could i have asked anything better ? ...

My first job assignment, and that too my home city.

Hahaha ! ...

Dilli !

A new beginning ..

She is cute, she is beautiful in her own way , and she is totally bindaas about life...

Thankyou for this .... and you are welcome ..

Delhi 6 ...

I am dieing to watch this movie , it seems to be a nice movie ....

Note - Attention all men check out Sonam Kapoor she looks damn hot !

Breakup...

Today , Saturday January 9thth 2009 will be remembered. I lost 50 buks , I had an accident at floating bridge, I broke up with Aakriti. What more can you ask for ? Nothing , i think that is more than enough. To make matters worse i havnt studied much since morning. ( Indra would be smiling wouldnt she ? .. ) . Sometimes you probably think as to where can you go wrong in a relationship , you can try your level best but it just never works, its more like you are banging your head against a wall, why bother ?.. My suggesstion to anyone who might be reading this is DO NOT commit the mistake of getting into a relationship but incase you have DO TELL ME i would love to laugh. I spoke to Sadiq today unusually if something doomed has to happen it will happen to both of us together, the moment i told him about me and Aakriti , his cellphone rang and it was Maria they spoke for a while and after a while he said " Dude I think Maria wants to break up with me " , all i could do was laugh and nothing more. Before he was trying to cheer me up and now both of us, Lol .

For some unusual reason Mrudvi Bakshi came up in my mind today, i dont know why but yes i did think about her today, always i have heard when you break up with your gf , your gf's best friend is the reason, earlier i used to think it was her HER HER, but actually not. I dont blame the failure of my relationship to anyone, i belive in just being single and happy from now on, I have started to think about Pranay , his idology and principles in life are pretty clear, "" Stay single and be happy take life as it comes, never get serious."" . Sometimes that dude actually makes sense no matter what he says. So now officially i declare that among the 4 of us ( Karan, Alif , Pranay, and me ) ... Karan and Alif seem to be the only ones who seem to be commited. I hope Karan and Kamna dont break up, it doesnt seem they will, But Alif if his deep secret is hidden from Vinisha well yeah maybe then there is a chance...

Aahh thinking about Vinisha, i hope one day she comes to know who was actually right between me and Leena, I WASNT 2 TIMING ..... I SWEAR. As college reopens now on Sunday, i know what exactly is going to happen, Khadija will probably come screaming at me , and the following conversation would take place.

Khadija: Tum Breakup kaise kar sakte hon ?

Apurv: Kyon nahi karsakta?

Khadija:CHUP KARJAO TUM !@$#@@$#$

Apurv: Huh ??

Khadija has this uncanny habbit of really acting mad sometimes, but she is a sweet female. I fear her kids because the way she is when she is pissed off can scare anyone possible, Can you belive it she actually sprained Aamir's Neck ! .. LOL ! or maybe i am expecting Ms Mrudvi Bakshi to come again and start rambleing at the top of her voice making no sense whatsoever , but then who really cares ?.. I personally dont, and i dont want to either. She can say what she wants it doesnt really affect , i sometimes wonder why are so many people related to a relationship , isint it just the guy and the chick ? They are like too many people attached to it , Your friends , her friends everyone , its more like if we breakup , they will die..Can't the guy and the chick like talk among themselves and sort/screw everything. But NO this is Mahe Manipal, anyone who patches up/breaks up/makes out/Sex/Strip it has to become a new thing to talk about, i think Mahe Manipal survives on rumors. (ohh btw did you hear Mahe Manipal has a MMS too, lol .. yes very few ppl know about it .. but it does it seems 2 chicks from 1st year Mass Comm are in it.. cool eh ?)

Tomorrow i might be meeting my godmother , she has finally arrived back from Oz.---> Ria as she has told me online she would like to know each and every detail of what happened with Aakriti and she would like to meet her , that is something that wouldn't be happening in the near future.

I have also come up to a decision, I plan to be stoned on 17th the day i return to Delhi .. Peace :)

The Punjabi's Of Delhi...

Sometime back i had got a mail from a friend of mine , i had thought of publishing it here but for some reason it just went of my mind and i completely forgot about it ....

Read and Enjoy ...

A is for Adjust. Punjabis will always ask you to 'adjust' whenever they want to push you around!

B is for Backside, and it has nothing to do with your bum, it is an instruction to go to the rear of a building, or block, or shop or whatever!

C is for Cloney and its not a process for replicating sheep, nor is its first name George. It is merely an area where people live, e.g., "Defence Cloney"!

D is for Dudh: the rich ' Punjab diyaan dudh-lassiyan' give nouveau riche Punjabi kids their round shapes!

E is for the Expanditure Punjabis incur on acquiring the latest cars, gadgets, marble floors …!

F is for Fackade, and even though it sounds like an obscenity, it is actually just the front of a building (with backside being the back, of course!)

G is for Gaddi, and the way a Punjabi can pilot his guddi puts any F1 driver to shame. (If the Grand Prix does come to Delhi there's no way Hamilton , Alonso or Kimi can overtake Balvinder, Jasvinder or Sukhvinder!)

H is for Ho Jayega Ji, and the moment you hear that you have to be careful because you can be reasonably sure it's not going to happen!

I is for Injaayment, which is the raison d'etre of most Punjabis! J is for the Jwaeller's, where Punjabis visit regularly to buy their jwaellry!

K is for Kake Di Hatti, which was Delhi 's most famous Punjabi restaurant in the 1970's!

L is for Lovely, but unfortunately he almost never is!

M is for Mrooti, the car that an entire generation of Punjabis were in love with!

N is for No Problem Ji. To find out how that works see H.

O is for Oye, which can be surprise (Oyye!), a greeting (Oyy!), anger (OYY!) or pain (Oy oy oy ...!)

P is for Panj Mint, and no matter how near (1 km) or far (100 km) a Punjabi is from you, he always says he'll reach you in panj mint!

Q is for Queue, which any self-respecting Punjabi would never stoop to join: it's so much quicker to cut in to the front, reciting the names of all the VIP's he knows!

R is for Riks, and a Punjabi is always prepared to take one, even if the odds are against him!

S is for Sweetie, Bunty, Pappu and Sonu, who seem to own half the cars in Delhi !

T is for the official bird of Punjab : Tandoori Chicken!

U is for Ulloo De Patthay, Punjab 's only 'clean' gaali!

V is for VIP's who Punjabis are always in awe of and schmoozing!

W is for Whan, as in "Whan are you coming, ji?"

X is for the many X-rated words that flow freely in all Punjabi conversations!

Y is for "You nonsense", when anger replaces vocabulary in a shouting match!

Z is for Zigzag (Please refer to G, M and P!)

Delhi ... My First Love

What is it about this City that drags me to it ? What is about this city that i am always attracted towards it ? Today morning me , Ria and Vikrant decided to check out historical monuments around, call us jobless , wella or whatever you feel like , i agree to whatever you say because you branding us as jobless is justified. Our 1st destination today was Tuglaq Fort, As i drove past the ramparts of the Tuglaq fort, i somehow was so awed by this majestic fort that i came back and parked my car near the entrance. As i strolled through the the steepy curvy lane to a huge courtyard, my mind was racing towards history. As a part of boosting tourism in the state thanks to Delhi CM Shiela Dixit the place was very clean. After i read the history in one of the red cornerstones, I was curious to explore the place . The Ramparts have lent a sepia touch to the whole building, it seems everything has a fading touch to it. It seems you are still in the beginning of the 19th century. The small rooms, audience halls, solid bastions, underground chambers, and carvings, all made for a very intresting expedition. But as me Vicky and Ria decided to explore more and reached the highest point of the fort, we were amazed on seeing this part of the city as well. On the South were an expansive green cover and another big tomb. On the West was the Qutab Minar , and the North were civilization and the Lotus Temple shining as bright as it could, and on the east was Industrialisation which Vicky said it stretches till the Yamuna ends , Ria went to one corner and decided to scream " I love Delhi " ... weird female i tell you , though besides Vicky me and Ria dont exactly live in Delhi anymore but still this female has got its love for Delhi to the extreme.

We decided to bid adieu to the fort and proceed towards the Jama Masjid , as when i come to Delhi i do increase my weight , maybe you can call me a Glutton, no matter what time it is the hunger pangs always take me and Vicky to the ever tempting Walled City. From the Chole Bature of the Nai Sadak to the Kebabs of Jama Masjod area , everything about that area is enthralling. We decided to have a bird eyes view of the masjid , at first the Ria declined as she has a major problem with heights but yeah she gathered courage later on and agreed to come with us. We climbed 130 steps of the minaret. ( Damn... i was exhausted when we reached the top i guess i have to really reduce my smoking ) As we reached the top my eyes widened. The whole city was beneath me. Everything was so cramped about the Walled city and at the same time everything seemed so massive about the Red Fort. No wonder this city was the capital of the Mughul Empire till 1857. The view was a feast to the eyes. As i gasped " Man i love Delhi its simply amazing " . Ria corrected me saying " Dilli ... I love Dilli "

It was already 5 in the evening when we decided to go back towards South Delhi. We decided to go towards the Parliament area , with absolutely nothing to do in the evenings , Delhiites prefer to go towards India Gate. I personally believe that most Delhiites like to kill time . A famous picnic spot for many, where they bring chattai along with food and play Antakshari. Here i come to walk with Ria and Anu sometimes as this is where we had initially met. The place is the liveliest part the city during the evening time. I drove till the gate of Rashtrapati Bhavan, the 3 of us shared a smoke and looked at the view from there. It was breath-taking. Two avenues made by pole lights were ending at the India Gate, dazzling in yellow. That moment was misty and surreal and again i gasped " I love Delhi " ....

Delhi ..... Its my city . !

Yes .. its true New Delhi ... its my city !
I have grown up in this city .. i have recieved all lessons of my life in this city... This city has taught me to co-exist with my neighbours , with nature , with birds , and not to forget the COWS that roam around the streets .. claiming their own ..
It is this city that has taught me to appreciate music , food , arts , the smell of mud as it begins to Rain ..
whenever i go back to New Delhi .. i still see the ruins of century old buildings around me .. !i learn that even the great kings and empires crumble to dust and die never mind you and me . !i thrive in the rich colors and traditions of this city ..
this city teaches me co-existense...it teaches me that there is enough space under the sky for us to live and let live .. !
it teaches me not to get possessive, it lets me go when i am too restless and i promptly come back to it all excited to tell her my experiences about places far and beyond .. !she then sits me down and tells me how centuries back someone had come to her from that far away land and tells me stories of the great battles fought , stories of valor and courage , stories of deciet ..
Just when i thought that i knew all that was to be known about Delhi she opens another chapter of herself to me ..it is almost as if i was in class 2 .... i had thought i had mastered maths by learning how to add and subtract...
Delhi has taught me to keep myself warm in winters and forces me to keep warm in summers inspite of my best efforts.In those hot summer months when i cant sleep because of the heat and i stand in my terrace.. ! and say i give up .. !
Delhi replies with monsoon she deluges me with the torrent of monsoon ...
Can you belive it even the dogs look clean and cared for .. !
Sometimes i feel being here in Dubai and visitin New delhi once or twice a year .. ! that there are a lot of changes that have taken place over few years.... sometimez it feels like a whirlwind and makes my headspin ... It makes me happy to see people getting richer than their own Parents.. but what disturbs me is the enclosed mentality and self serving attitude ....
I see all these malls comeing up and sometimes when i am in one of these malls I have to remind myself that i am in Delhi .. ! not in Dubai Bangkok or the US ...
For me what defines a market are indivudual shops which have character and not the big labels ( Khan Market , Sarojni Nagar , Janpath ) and those faceless shops which could be the same anywhere else in the world under a different name . I feel my city is being colonised by a big retailer while i appreciate the quality and service the big retailer provides. I also feel with the present scenario we could work more with small shops...
Personally for me what sets delhi apart from any other city is the WALLED CITY aka CHANDNI CHOWK . Everytime i go there i loose myself in the myriad of lanes and bylanes, the eating joints .. the breathetakein view of the Red Fort and the Jama masjid which infact is one of the oldest mosques in India. Even though i cant get myself liveinn there ... but i do like to go there whenever its possible for me ...
Even the dialect is soo different in that area ... from the one that is spoken in the malls which is kinda a mix of half hindi .. half english ... half Punjabi .. !
in the last 19 years .. i have noticed many people come to delhi and live their lives and still dont identify themselves as dilliwallas aka Delhiites ... they dont identify themseleves as a citizen of Delhi .. i belive they are still refuges or people in transit ... it reminds me of the dubai airport transit lounge ... one side is the arrivals shedule where everyone seems to hang on while the departure shedule is still a little Fuzzy .. ! Cant call yourself citizens of an airport can you ???

We critize Delhi at the top of the hat ! .. the ""sab chalta hain"" attitude is prevailent in everyone in Delhi .. ! NO electrity , NO water WE the people are ready to fuck Dilli JaL board Upside down for this .. ! WE crib about the mosquites .. wheras we ourselves dont shy away from throwing our garbage in the nearest sewer !! ... ( if not the roads ) ..jumping RED LIGHTS ( its like in fashion .. after SALMAN KHAN did it ) what to talk about ? .. ! stealing electricity etc etc...

WE are the electricity , water and the mosquito killers of this city, It is the people who make the city and destroy it ....Delhi will see us off .. as she has seen off other periods in its history ... the point is how will we be remembered ? . ! will it make us any different from Timur the lame and Chengiz khan ! .. did someone say we have their blood in us .. ! Well it is certainly showing !!! .