Category: Wo beete din

Chai ke liye jaise toast hota hei..

..vaise har eak friend zaroori hota hei.

You have all seen this ad, have you not? And have all smiled and nodded along, have you not? And walked down memory lane remembering all the friends who fit in to these various categories, have you not?

For me I walked back to my college days, remembered, smiled at a few, laughed at more than a few, frowned at a few, missed so many and got all nostalgic. So now I capture some of these precious moments in words and hence making sure they are never lost in the sands of time.

Koyi subah paanch baje neend se jagaye:

Uthja, kuch padhle, nahein to exam mein kya hoga tera?

This was how I woke up almost for every exam through the four years of college.

Koyi raat ko teen baje jaan bachaye:

Wardi aa rahi hei!

the call would go out which meant all heaters had to be hidden before the hostel warden got a hold of them and took them away. And if such a thing happened how would we live through the 0 degree C frigid winters?

Ek teri kadki mein sharing kare:

One of those long weekends when all students who lived close by headed home, leaving a handful of us behind. End of the month when money was always tight but fed up of the minimally running hostel mess with its horrible food, 3 girls got out all the money they had. The aim was to get to Rs 100. Rs 2 short they begged someone to lend them the same. Rs 100 complete they walked 4 kms to get to a restaurant (this was food money after all, could not be spent on a rickshaw). One paneer sabzi, one plate rice, one naan. Feast it was with the final bill of Rs 99. 4 Kms walk back, but the smile on their face for having had good food after forever was something to behold.

Aur eak tere budget mein sneak in kare:

We the ‘weekend stay backers’ as we were called because we stayed far far from home and could not run home every weekend were always careful about saving money. We did not have the luxury of getting our funds replenished every week. Money came at the start of every month, after which the mess fee and the electric bill and all the stationary buying happened. By 5th of the month, it was back to watching every Rupee that we had. I was famous for saving money and having a decent amount left at the end of the month. Which meant my wallet was the most wanted thing in the last 5 or so days of the month. And yeah they made sure their kadki turned in to my kadki as well. Height of sharing, me thinks. 😀

Koi nature se guest, koi host hota hei:

Third year, I was the part of the lucky four in our batch who got a room on the ground floor. Lucky because the ground floor rooms where always cool (er) than the ones on the first floor during the melting summer heat and warm (er) than the ones on the first floor during the bone chilling winter. Which meant anytime of the day or night there was someone sleeping on my bed trying to catch a break from the heat or the cold.

On the same lines there were a few rooms always open for the likes of me (whose bed was already taken) to go study or sleep or just hang out in.

Par har eak friend zaroori hota hei.

Eak ghadi ghadi kaam aaye per kabhi kabhi call kare:

I had two main friends. When I was not living in the first ones house (her dad was a prof. in college and they stayed on campus), I was found in the other ones room. Yeah my ‘ghadi ghadi kaam aaye’ friends. I was never far so they never called me. See check on ‘kabhi kabhi call kare’.

Eak kabhi kabhi kaam aaye per ghadi ghadi call kare:

Oh yeah, I had these kinds too. Always dropping in, wanting help for this, wanting to talk about that, always something to sort out and one of the first people to go missing any time I needed help of any kind.

Gossip ka koi ghoomta phirta satellite:

We called her BBC and did she know everything that was going on or what? 😀 Who liked whom, who finally said yes to a certain guy, who got how many marks, who was struggling with what subject, who was seen outside a certain prof’s office trying to maska maroofy, who bunked what class to go watch which movie. BBC knew it all and she being the nicest person in the hostel helped big time. 

Koi saath rahe to karde sab alright:

My go to person for all problems big or small. Just being around her would calm me down and make me look at things from a different angle.

Koi effortless, koi forced hota hei:

A trip from the bus-stand to the hostel one Monday morning, a couple of shared smiles during the initial ragging days and we were friends. Effortless indeed.

The stopping by the girls hostel in the names of getting notes. The making up reasons to celebrate so that the girls could go out for lunch with them. So very forced. 😀

Lekin har eak friend zaroori hota hei.

Chat room friend:

The first and only chat room friend (for the longest time) – D

Koi class room friend:

The ones who made sure the bench N and I loved to sit on was left empty any time we were late for class.

Koi bike pe race wala vroom-vroom friend:

Never really race because a Luna, a Scotty or a Kinetic was never much competition against a Yamaha or a Bullet but a few rides to remember including one where I was stopped in the middle of the drive and was screamed at for not driving carefully enough. Over protective guy friends 🙄

Shopping mall wala shopping friend:

She had the best dress sense amongst all of us, plus she was a local so she knew exactly what to buy, where. Where the sales were. Where one could get the perfect cloth for a salwar kameez to go with the dupatta you got as a gift. Where to go to get a particular style of salwar kameez stitched. And most importantly what style to get it stitched in.

Koi exam hall wala copying friend:

He was the roll number before mine. About 30 minutes before the exam got over he would move his fingers to his back and sign a question number. If I gave a sign back it meant I had attempted that question. Then would start a series of signs where he verified that his result matched mine. This was of course for numerical questions.

Movie buddy:

N, how many movies did we watch together? Do we even have a count?

Groovy buddy:

Aah my dancing partner. Every festival we were seen living it up. 🙂

Hi buddy:

Too many to count.

Bye buddy:

Same as above.

Joke buddy:

We were rehearsing for an event before we headed to BITs Pillani for their college fest. And at exact same point we would burst out laughing much to the irritation of everyone else. We managed to get by with only smiles when we got on the stage but the jokes continued way past the actual show.

Poke buddy:

Oh the love-hate relationship or was it hate-hate? Always on each other’s case, masking it behind smiles of course.

Gaana buddy:

The one person who could abide by my donkey braying voice and who joined in to help me through the difficult parts.

Shaana buddy:

Miss Smart mouth! Oh she was amazing to be with. 😀

Chaddi buddy: to this one, I must say. At least not in college.

Yaar buddy:

Kya yaar!

Yaar aaj to bacch gaye.

Oye yaar, help kar de na?

With a few people, I don’t think any sentence was complete without yaar in it. 🙂

Kutte.. kaminey..

Not Kutte..kaminey but yeah the special names for some extra special friends. 😀

Everybody..sab buddy


gin gin ke naam bheja roast hota hei

par har eat friend zaroori hota hei.

Yup every friend is important because they teach you something new just by being part of your life. Because they enrich your life in their own special way. Because just by being around they give you million and more memories to carry with you, even when you have not met them in years.

One in each hand

Bhaiya and I sit on the couch talking when Buzz comes running from the corner she has been playing in. She spots the peanuts in the bowl I have on my lap and quickly scrambles on to my lap. Once she is seated comfortably she holds her hand out for a peanut. I place one in her palm and tell her:

Achche se chabaa kar kahana.

Without acknowledging what I said, she holds out her other hand in front of me. With a smile, I hand over another peanut in her other hand. Satisfied she shows off her two peanuts to me and gets down to eating. Bhaiya who has been watching the exchange says with great amusement:

Tere raajma, iski mungfali.

Kon se raajma, Bhaiya?

Tujhe yaah nahein? Every time Maa made raajma you would keep two aside in the plate to dry them a little. Then hold one in each hand, call them your salad and eat them one at a time, making them last a while.

Do I remember any of this? No I don’t. But for some crazy reason I am so glad that Bhaiya does and let me in on a little bit more about my long forgotten little self. 🙂

From one generation to the next

The story goes, there once was a 3 year old boy. He would not eat anything. Not one thing, no matter how many things his mom tried. Milk was the only thing he lived on. Such strong love.

One day dad came home with the news that he got posted to another town and they were to move within the month. As mom worked on cleaning and packing up things, getting ready to move, she came upon an idea to get the boy to eat. She told the boy,

If you don’t eat, they won’t let us take you with us. You will stay here.

Will you go Maa?

Yes, I will.

Will Papa also go?

Yes, he will.

Will you take the little sister?

Yes, she get to go as well.

If I start eating, can I go too?

Yes, they will let you come along.

The poor boy scared of being left behind because of the mysterious ‘they’ starts eating. One roti with sabzi for each meal. Mom is relieved that her son is getting a little more nourishment.

Move day comes, everything is packed up in a truck and then the family makes their way to the bus stop. Few hours of travel and they get to their destination. Another few minutes by rickshaw and they arrive at their friend’s place, where they would be staying a few days till the house in set up.

Come dinner time, mom asks the son to come have his meal. The boy refuses,

Now that we are here, I don’t have to eat. I want only milk.


Days goes by, but the milk vs. food struggle continues. The boy starts school. Every afternoon as his mom walks him back from school, he stops right in the middle of the huge community park in front of the house and starts screaming,

Haaye mujhe bookh lagi hei. Mujhe dudu ke bookh lagi hei.

..much to the laughs of everyone in the community. And he keeps at it till he gets his glass of milk soon after he steps inside the house.


A couple of years pass. The boy finally, in the year past, has started to eat without a fight.

One evening the dad comes home. As is the norm, Mom hands him a glass of milk to drink after he has washed his hands. The little sister, now a toddler, comes running and sits on her dad’s lap. Looks at the glass of milk,

Papa aap jab ghar aate ho na, to Maa aap to pura glass bhar ke dudh deti hein. Mujhe itna kam deti hein (holding her index finger a little way away from her thumb)

Yeah lo beta, tum mera dudh pe lo.

Nahein papa, aap maa ko kehdo mujhe bhi glass bhar ke dudh diya karein.

Dad calls out to Mom and asks her why the girl gets 3/4 th glass of milk instead of a glass full?

Pucho is se ki yeah kitni baar dudh peeti hei din mein,

comes the reply.

Beta, aap kitni baar dudh pete ho?

Papa jab mein subah uthti huin to tab eak glass. Phir dupehar ko uthne ke baad eak glass. Phir shaam ko eak glass. Aur phir sone se pehle eak baar. Bas.

Mom smiles an angelic smiles and says,

Agar aur dudh pilana hei to ghar ke baahar eak gaayein bandh lo.


Many many many years pass. The little girl now has a little girl of her own. Every time food is place in front of her, screams of..

No mumma, no khanna.

..are heard, as she pretends that she is not hungry. A minute later the same little thing makes demand for milk and guzzles down 8 ounces of milk without any breaks.


A cry breaks the silence of the night. Maa opens her eyes and notes it is 4:15 in the morning.

Mumma dudu,

comes the cry. Maa knows she is hungry, what with no dinner the night before. In her frustration, she tells the little one,

No khanna, no dudu.

This is greeted by silence.

Mumma, no nini.

Mumma, diaper change.

And so many things are tried. The end result is she is out of her crib, has her milk in her hand, is running around the house and Maa is utterly exhausted.


This milk obsession is going to be the death of Maa. And the worse is she can’t even complain to her own Maa, because all she gets is big smiles from the other end. Sigh!

Singing Saturday – Tum ko dekha to

As much as my one fav. song above all else and Buzz’s all time fav. song both are from much as I like the songs of much as I am not too fond of Chitra Sing’s voice which makes up bulk of the songs in Arth and Saath Saath..Arth/Saath Saath wins over Ghar/Masoom as my fav. album from the legendary movie combination albums by HMV.

When the song goes:

Aaj phir dil ne eak tamanaa ki
aaj phir dil ko humne samjhaya

I wonder is there anyone who does no go through this..tamanaa samjhana..bit in their life.

When Jagjit Singh sings:

Tum chale jaaoge to sochenge
hum ne kya khoya, humne kya paya

I look back at my last day in college and see eyes of my junior fill out as these words came through. I remember the subtle way she showed how much she cared, had my eyes brimming up as well.

When I hear:

Hum jise gunguna nahien sakte
waqt ne aisa geet kyoin gaya

I ask that very question..waqt why do you sing such a song?

History repeats..yes it does..

One cold, near freezing winter morning, a 3 year old boy sat with his 10 month old sister on a daybed in the balcony soaking in the sun while their Mom sat on a stool next to the bed. A balloon being the entertainment of the hour got thrown around amongst hoots of laughter. As is bound to happen with a balloon it fell down. The boy and the mom bend down to pick it up from under the bed. While the little girl in all her 10 month old glory thought the balloon fell down from the balcony, stood up on her tiny unsteady legs to peer down. Since the balloon was nowhere to be seen she leaned a little bit further. And as is bound to happen went flying down from the railing, to hit her head on the bicycle carrier and then on a manhole cover.
The frantic mom ran down the stairs. Amongst a loud wails and streaming tears the girl was picked up and rushed to the doctor. Somewhere during the rickshaw ride, between the house and the doctor’s office, the girl feel asleep in her mother’s arms. She was looked over by the doctor and send back home with the still in tears mom reassured that girl would be just fine. The big lump on the head will go away in a few days and there was no serious damage


One cold, snowy winter morning a toddler is getting ready to head out to daycare with her Maa and Paa. She wants her breakfast and is running circles around her parents. Wants to be picked up. Wants to be let alone to be able to run around. Wants to stand on the kitchen counter. Paa continues to ask her to slow down which she refuses to listen. In between trying to go from being held to get to the kitchen counter she jumps. As is bound to happen fell head first on the hardwood floor.
Frantic calls are made to the doctor, just as the cry changes to sobs and the sleep takes over.


While I was pregnant every time talk of names came up, the most common joke among us friends was ‘Name her Comfy V2.0*’ and add ‘SP1**, SP2 and so on with every major fixing up she will need’. Yeah yeah geeky jokes I know so don’t dare roll your eyes. As much as one jokes about these things as a parent they are never easy on you. And this was not even something major, more like a computer blue screen. But yeah history does repeat. I did it to Maa, Buzz went and did it to me. And going by what all I put Maa through, I have so much more of this coming my way. Need to get nerve of steel 😐

PS: She is doing fine. Running around. Playing. Talking non-stop. It is Maa who is all shook up.

* Version2.0
**Service Pack 1

Singing Saturday – Start me up

The Rolling Stones live in concert said the radio ad. Rolling Stones..One of D’s fav. bands..D’s Birthday coming up..Perfect gift for him. Thus went the thought process. I was online the minute I got out of the car. Ticket prices checked and seating arrangement looked at. Done. Like a giddy teenager, I rushed to tell D what I had done.

The weekend after his Birthday we were sitting in the presence of greatness, watching them perform. LIVE. The music was amazing, the crowd was wild, the stage moved at one point and they performed 4 songs, 2 feet away from us. The girl behind us screamed:

 Mick, I love you. You are my grandpa

Everyone around burst out laughing.

A wonderful night, where we sang along, danced, clapped, smiled no end.


The sadistic gym instructor who always started our workout session with ‘Start me up’. She might never stop but we were all dead by the end of the hour and could barely drag out asses out of the gym.


D and Buzz standing in the kitchen when the song comes on radio. D starts with moving his head in sync with the song. Buzz follows. Soon the little diaper clad butt starts to shake. Not to be left behind, D starts to jump. Buzz spins in circles and falls as she stops. New game is born. Spin once, mock fall once. Endless laughs give company. Start those two up indeed and they will never stop.

Singing Saturday – Aane Wala Pal

9th grade. Physics project. Friend and I decide to make a step-down transformer. Saturday afternoon at her place. After gorging on awesome Gujrati food her mom cooked, the TV is switched on for a few minutes before we get down to figuring out what the project entails. How did it all end?? Golmaal hei bhai sab Golmaal hei 😛 😛

A laugh riot of a movie, that had us on the floor with a stomach ache from the non-stop laughs.


About living life in the moment.

Ho sake to isme jindagi bitado, pal jo yeah jaane wala hei.


The ever-moving time.

Dekha to yahein hei, dhunda to nahein hei, pal jo yeah jaane wala hei


Where everything, be it it sorrow, is transient.

Thoda sa hansaake, thoda sa rulaake, pal yeah bhi jaane wala hei 


A beautiful song, with brilliant lyrics.