"EVER CHANGING TIME YET NEVER CHANGING EXOTICS"-PART 1(CENSORED)

Hi all,
After reading utkkrush's post, i also got motivated to write something dat shares

our experience of d past 2 months.Well, utkrrush post was more of a serious one but i will

be telling u the exact situation and circumstances thru wich we have been going thru all d

pros and cons,but,focus will be on pleasant one.

I have divided this post into 2 parts-
First part will be having the exact feelings of dis whole EXOTIC Family while we were abt

to leave for INFY. And the 2nd one will be on a lighter note...Expressing the changes in

our lives and also "SOME SECRETS Revealed" n haan i m gonna break one rule...post will be

not in full ENGLISH....lolz

LETS BEGINNNNNN........

In this whole period, Exotics Were not dormant but doing some or other Mischief(yup its d

right word to use...:P)
Well...Where should i start, okay lets begin wid the day we left..it was 23rd JAN

09...and we were having our test from 22-23 JAN...ofcourse...no one was in a mood of

giving a test...it was a mere formality...the point was dat we were to be separated...i don

know for how much tym...so, i was not at all in the mood of leaving the college.I remember

the way we did malling in d last week before our parting. Seriously, i njoyd each and every

moment.As time was running, we really realized how much we cared n luvd each other. Though,

there was lots of fighting among ourselves but we were d ones who njoyd all the situations

whether gud or bad to the fullest and "TOGETHER"....

I know i am getting into very serious note...but please dont Cry...:P....jaise ki Rishabh

bolta hai ki..."GUPPY RONA NHI"...iss line ne mujhe sabse jyada rulaya hai...really...i

did'nt realize dat i was having such a strong bonding wid all of d Exotic Members...
The day i was leaving...was one of d saddest day of my life...the feeling of Separation

cant be expressed in wrds.Aur haan,,,"RONE ke FESTIVAL" mein mera poora saath diya tha NIKS

ne...mujhe lagta tha ki NIKS hi sabse bada rotlu hai...but...my favourite line.."AB AAGE

KYA BOLUN...:P"...Aur haan...KAKA, VAI,JEDI,BACHHE,BAKUL,PAKKYA ko kaise bhool sakte

hain...inki "BHEEGI PALKEIN" mujhe dulhan ki vidai ka scene yaad dila deti hain...(i know

it was a bad one)...aur ye line padhne ke baad sab yahi bolenge ki..."HEY BHAGVAAN...kitna

gandawala tha..."
But iss beech mein, there was one person jisse hamein rota hua dekh ke khoob maza aa rha

tha...one n only...BAPU...but i know him...main janta tha ki ye jitna strong dikha rha hai

apne aap ko...utna hai nhi...but seriously...ye ek baar bhi nhi roya(hamare saamne)...:P

Haan...ek baat to bhool gaya...UTTI n DHRUV kaun se kaam mein lage hue thein...

DHRUV is tym ka accha use karte hue...SUDHIR MISHRA se contact kar rha tha...though ABHI

YAHAN KA YE HAAL HAI KI...SUDHIR MISHRA ko koi poochta bhi nhi hai...:P...just kiddin...
Well...Dhruv kisi aur kaam mein laga hua tha...jo mujhe bhi nhi pata....

Aur haan...UTTI bhaiya...apni FUTURE PLANNING(bura mat manna...plz) mein lage hue thein...
beech beech mein kuch nautanki karke hamein hansane ka kaam bhi kar lete thein...


Haan...BHAI...MISS ANA AGGARWAL or shud i say MISS IIM AGGARWAL bhi to thi...jo BATMEEZ bol

bol ke hamein hansane ka kaam karti thi...Congrats ANA once again...

Haan bhai...hamare NRE kRRISH bhi kuch kar rhe thein...yaad aaya...PHOTOGRAPHY...inhone

apne photography ke talent ka poora upyog kiya in dino...

Richa bhi mall pe ghoomte hue kabhi kabhi dikh jati thi...:P

AB shru hota hai INTERSTING PART------------------------------------------

Now, i m GOING to write FAMOUS QOUTES OF OUR EXOTIANS-

JEDI- mujhe yaad aate hain wo gane...jo maine jedi ke liye banaye hain...

ye lijiye aap log bhi inhe suniye...aur haan imagine kariye JEDI ki shatir

hanseen....
1."CHHOD do Aanchal JEDI Chhed dega....."
2."CHHEDO-CHHEDO Get on the floor....iss gane ka ek aur version hai 4 dhruv...:P"
3."ek jungle mein aadhi raat mein ek lomdi chillattiii hai---JEDOOWWWWWWWWWWWW"

aur bhi bahut se gane hain...but ab jedi bura maan jayega...."DHARTI KE BHOJON n BAJIYA

HAI GARAM" are my all tym favrites...

NIKS-

haan bhai...latest one is "MAIN KHAJJAL HO GAYA HUN" n older ones..."HADD KAR RHA

HAI...10Rs ke biscuit ki hi to baat hai..."

"SUUNN main kya keh rha hun..."

"KAISI BAATEIN KAR RHA HAI..."

aur haan wo exam ke tym ki special baat...yaar padha de...ungli rakh de kisi bhi topic

pe....nautanki no.1
IPMSNGR PE "HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"

BAPU-
"HAI MERI BACHHI.....PYAARI BACHHI....BACCHI DILAO GADHON...."
"BACHHI ADAAYEIN DIKHATI HAI...."
"ARRE MERE SCOOTER....LEMRETA..."
aur aaj kal to ye bolta kum hai n practical jyada karne laga hai....for details contact

UTKKRUSH...

KAKA-
ye nhi...inki badboo poore H1 mein bolti hai....fir bhi kuch wrds hain

"HUM KAHI RHE THEIN...."
"AAAHHHH....ooohhhhhh..."
"DEHATI.....KANPUR DEHAAT"
but... KOKADEV ROCK......:)


VAI-
"POOOOOOOO-oooooooo-oooooooooooo-OOOOOOOOOO"
"ARRE HATAO SALA....."
"BHAK SAALA KYA SAALA...."
"TIFFANY GRLS"
"____ GATA HUN MAIN GUNGUNATA HUN MAIN.....:)"
"___ ne mere Pet pe laat mari hai...dis was d highlighted dialogue of our 5th sem...."

UTKRRUSH-

ye hai SARI GANDI BAATON KA SOURCE....
HAR sem mein kuch nye aur gande wrds yahi le ke aate thein hamare grp mein...

FOR ex..
latest- "SELL URSELF...ARRE JA BECH AA...Tu to k****a hai"
"UTKKRUSH SE BACHNA HASEENO...."
"DID u mean UTKKRUSH....?"
"HAR LADKI KA SAPNA...apni CV mein LIKHE ki wo iss session mein INKI GF REH CHUKI HAI"
"BACHPAN SE SMART HAIN"

DHRUV-
Haiwaniyat ke pujari hain ye....
APPENDIX ke shejade....:)
Certifications ki daud mein hamesha aage rehne ki iccha rehti hai inki...
BRANDED KAPDE pehenne ka natak karte hue...ALIGANJ ke BUDHBAZAAR se OCTAVE ki T- shirt late hain...OCTAVE Ki Banyaan,socks...hanky...sab kuch OCTAVE...

PAKKYA-
ye hai "RAJASTHANI CHICHORA...:P"
Bhai...inki to bas yahi baatein yaad aati hain...Senior Mams ko chhedne ka craze hain-"ARRE HAMARE SAATH BHI GHOOM LO...!!"
Ladkiyan chhedna inki HOBBY hai...E.g.-"ARRE KAHAN CHALI JA RHI HO..!!"

fav dialogues-"SUNO TO SARI...main GUNNIS BAAR PHATTAR MAROONGA...:P"
latest hobbies-room pe khana banana....n haan latest dialogue(sry pakkya...main ye batane ja rha hun...)---"(situation-koi orange kha rha tha)-pakkya says-"KASH ________....;)

BACHHA-
yaar ye kahani shru hui thi "PHOONK" mvi se...niks has the credit of making him say "PHOOOOOOOONNNNNKKKKKKKK" most of the times...
"BONES...." dekh laha hun"

latest dialogues-"AAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO........or AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"...most of the times,he speaks dis only...
"ANKURRRRRRRRRRRR....ANNNNNNNNKKKKKKURRRRRRR"...karke jab koi bulata hai,he gets excited.
baki main notice kar rha hun iski harkatein...2nd part mein aur details doonga...

BAKUL- no dialogues...becoz ye inke wrds mein hi koolness basi rehti thi...bakool...baraf ka jhonka...tafri karni ho to inke saath ho lena chaiye..."BAKAR" karne mein expert

KRRISH-
inka khulke kansna hi sabkuch bolta hai...

ASHISH n BABBA-"LAO SAALA CHAI LAO..."

haan bhai....iss badi si post ke peeche JEDI responsible hai....usse galiyan dena...uski post dekh ke mujhe josh aaya hai...

Aur haan...ANA ka BATAMEEZ n THAPPAD MAROONGI...are jewel in d crown...

chalo...its tym to BID ADIEU...

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Poem Leisure by W H Davies

W. H. Davies

Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Check out this hilarious story!

The Night the Bed Fell

by James Thurber

I suppose that the high-water mark of my youth in Columbus, Ohio, was the night the bed fell on my father. It makes a better recitation (unless, as some friends of mine have said, one has heard it five or six times) than it does a piece of writing, for it is almost necessary to throw furniture around, shake doors, and bark like a dog, to lend the proper atmosphere and verisimilitude to what is admittedly a somewhat incredible tale. Still, it did take place.

It happened, then, that my father had decided to sleep in the attic one night, to be away where he could think. My mother opposed the notion strongly because, she said, the old wooden bed up there was unsafe- it was wobbly and the heavy headboard would crash down on father's head in case the bed fell, and kill him. There was no dissuading him, however, and at a quarter past ten he closed the attic door behind him and went up the narrow twisting stairs. We later heard ominous creakings as he crawled into bed. Grandfather, who usually slept in the attic bed when he was with us, had disappeared some days before. (On these occasions he was usually gone six or seven days and returned growling and out of temper, with the news that the federal Union was run by a passel of blockheads and that the Army of the Potomac didn't have any more chance than a fiddler's bitch.)

We had visiting us at this time a nervous first cousin of mine named Briggs Beall, who believed that he was likely to cease breathing when he was asleep. It was his feeling that if he were not awakened every hour during the night, he might die of suffocation. He had been accustomed to setting an alarm clock to ring at intervals until morning, but I persuaded him to abandon this. He slept in my room and I told him that I was such a light sleeper that if anybody quit breathing in the same room with me, I would wake Instantly. He tested me the first night-which I had suspected he would by holding his breath after my regular breathing had convinced him I was asleep. I was not asleep, however, and called to him. This seemed to allay his fears a little, but he took the precaution of putting a class of spirits of camphor on a little table at the head of his bed. In case I didn't arouse him until he was almost gone, he said, he would sniff the camphor, a powerful reviver.

Briggs was not the only member of his family who had his crotchets. Old Aunt Alelissa Beall (who could whistle like a man, with two fingers in her mouth) suffered under the premonition that she was destined to die on South High Street, because she had been born on South High Street and married on South High Street. Then there was Aunt Sarah Shoaf, who never went to bed at night without the fear that a burglar was going to get in and blow chloroform under her door through a tube. To avert this calamity -for she was in greater dread of anesthetics than of losing her household goods-she always piled her money, silverware, and other valuables in a neat stack just outside her bedroom, with a note reading,: "This is all I have. Please take it and do not use your chloroform, as this is all I have." Aunt Gracie Shoaf also had a burglar phobia, but she met it with more fortitude. She was confident that burglars had been getting into her house every night for four years. The fact that she never missed anything was to her no proof to the contrary. She always claimed that she scared them off before they could take anything, by throwing shoes down the hallway. When she went to bed she piled, where she could get at them handily, all the shoes there were about her house. Five minutes after she had turned off the light, she would sit up in bed and say "Hark!" Her husband, who had learned to ignore the whole situation as long ago as 1903, would either be sound asleep or pretend to be sound asleep. In either case he would not respond to her tugging and pulling, so that presently she would arise, tiptoe to the door, open it slightly and heave a shoe down the hall in one direction, and its mate down the hall in the other direction. Some nights she threw them all, some nights only a couple of pair.

But I am straying from the remarkable incidents that took place during the night that the bed fell on father. By midnight we were all in bed. The layout of the rooms and the disposition of their occupants is important to an understanding of what later occurred. In the front room upstairs (just under father's attic bedroom) were my mother and my brother Terry, who sometimes sang in his sleep, usually "Marching Through Georgia" or "Onward, Christian Soldiers." Briggs Beall and myself were in a room adjoining this one. My brother Roy was in a room across the hall from ours. Our bull terrier, Rex, slept in the hall.

My bed was an army cot, one of those affairs which are made wide enough to sleep on comfortably only by putting up, flat with the middle section, the two sides which ordinarily hang down like the sideboards of a drop-leaf table. When these sides are up, it is perilous to roll too far toward the edge, for then the cot is likely to tip completely over, bringing the whole bed down on top of one, with a tremendous banging crash. This, in fact, is precisely what happened, about two o'clock in the morning. (It was my mother who, in recalling the scene later, first referred to it as "the night the bed fell on your father.")

Always a deep sleeper, slow to arouse (I had lied to Briggs), I was at first unconscious of what had happened when the iron cot rolled me onto the floor and toppled over on me. It left me still warmly bundled up and unhurt, for the bed rested above me like a canopy. Hence I did not wake up, only reached-the edge of consciousness and went back. The racket, however, instantly awakened my mother, in the next room, who came to the immediate conclusion that her worst dread was realized: the big wooden bed upstairs had fallen on father. She therefore screamed, "Let's go to your poor father!" It was this shout, rather, than the noise of my cot falling, that awakened Herman, in the same room with her. He thought that mother had become, for no apparent reason, hysterical. "You're all right, Mamma!" He shouted, trying, to calm her. They exchanged shout for shout for perhaps ten seconds: "Let's go to your poor father!" and "You're all right! " That woke up Briggs. By this time I was conscious of what was going on, in a vague way, but did not yet realize that I was under my bed instead of on it. Briggs, awakening in the midst of loud shouts of fear and apprehension, came to the quick conclusion that he was suffocating and that we were all trying to "bring him out." With a low moan, he grasped the glass of camphor at the head of his bed and instead of sniffing it poured it over himself. The room reeked of camphor. "Ugh, ugh," choked Briggs, like a drowning man, for he had almost succeeded in stopping his breathing under the deluge of pungent spirits. He leaped out of bed and groped toward the open window, but he came up against one that was closed. With his hand, he beat out the glass, and I could hear it crash and tinkle on the alleyway below. It was at this juncture that I, in trying to get up, had the uncanny sensation of feeling my bed above me. Foggy with sleep, I now suspected, in my turn, that the whole uproar was being made in a frantic endeavor to extricate me from what must be an unheard-of and perilous situation. "Get me out of this!" I bawled. "Get me out!" I think I had the nightmarish belief that I was entombed in a mine. "Ugh," gasped Briggs, floundering in his camphor.

By this time my mother, still shouting, pursued by Herman, still shouting, was trying to open the door to the attic, in order to' go up and get my father's body out of the wreckage. The door was stuck, however, and wouldn't yield. Her frantic pulls on it only added to the general banging and confusion. Roy and the dog were now up, the one shouting questions, the other barking.

Father, farthest away and soundest sleeper of all, had by this time been awakened by the battering on the attic door. He decided that the house was on fire. "I'm coming, I'm coming,!" be wailed in a slow, sleepy voice-it took him many minutes to regain full consciousness. My mother, still believing he was caught under the bed, detected in his "I'm coming!" the mournful, resigned note of one who is preparing to meet his Maker. "He's dying!" she shouted.

"I'm all right!" Briggs yelled to reassure her. "I'm all right!" He still believed that it was his own closeness to death that was worrying mother. I found at last the light switch in my room, unlocked the door, and Briggs and I joined the others at the attic door. The dog, who never did like Briggs, jumped for him assuming that he was the culprit in whatever was going on and Roy had to throw Rex and hold him. We could hear father crawling out of bed upstairs. Roy pulled the attic door open, with a mighty jerk, and father came down the stairs, sleepy and irritable but safe and sound. My mother began to weep when she saw him. Rex began to-howl. "What in the name of God "s going on here?" asked father.

The situation was finally put together like a gigantic jig-saw puzzle. Father caught a cold from prowling around in his bare feet but there were no other bad results. "I'm glad," said mother, who always looked on the bright side of things, "that your grandfather wasn't here."

My Favourite Lines

These lines are taken from the story "The Postman" by Rabindranath Tagore.

I have revered these lines for many years. These are some of the most touching, honest, realistic lines that I've ever read. The lines say so much, and all so true. They go like this -

"O poor, unthinking human heart! Error will not go away, logic and reason are slow to penetrate. We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightest proofs against it, embracing it with all our strength. In the end it escapes, ripping our veins and draining our heart's blood; until, regaining consciousness, we rush to fall into snares of delusion all over again."

If you can, do read "The Postman". Its a great read!

The Journey Called Life.........

Hann bhai i am back in action............
After remaining dormant for about 4 months in blogging activity know its me who is going to share his experencies ...............
First of all i start with 2 fsst 2 fudddddiioussssssss..........sell yourself......

It had been a new experience for me to stay away from cllg , to stay from home , to miss all those time where i had been enjoying the life ........

The last 2-3 months had completly changed the outllok of ours ........ what we were and what we are which i completly agree to the previous blog as mentioned by our admin......

But since every cloud has a silver lining maybe whatevere happens it happens for good.... No matter how tough the circumstances may be how difficult the situation might be ..... but at the end all iszzz well. Human relations are very difficult to understand and implement it, the reason why i am bringing out the point of implementing is bcoz sometimes u even know what you have to do, but circumstances are such that you are not able to derive from that or take action on that....... sometimes you losse and sometimes you win this is bcoz GOD will always give the flavour of both but what ultimately matters is how we are able to accept it .

Since now we are not students and we have started to grow up whatever path we follow but we must make sure that we remain happy in the process of Journey Called Life !!!!!!!

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Utkkrush