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Too Humorous .........Telephonic conversation between a boy and girl

Read this Telephonic coversation...




Note: The Conversation in the brackets
{ } contain the words which the guy is
speaking to himself!!!

She gives a missed call to him… and He
calls her back…

She: Hello!

He: {are yaar...Raat ke 10 bajte nahin
ki iski 2-2 second waali missed calls
shuru… pata nahi aaj kya bore karegi}
Hi jaan...kya haal hai..?

She: kuch nahi...bas aise hi phone
kiya...

He: {Aise hee ??? Yeh kya Radio Station
hai ki aise hee ...!! Aur Call kahan
kiya ?... khali missed call to diya
hai, roz ki tarah...}
oh...ok ..kya kar rahi thi ??

She: abhi abhi dinner khatam kiya...tum
kya kar rahe the?

He: {mai to lunch karke utha hoon na}
Mera bhi abhi abhi dinner khatam hua..
ab...."Ladki Kyon Najaane Kyon" sun
raha hu FM par....

She: nice song… (And then she hums a
line from the song "Hum Tum")

He: {Yaaaaaaaaarrrrr …kyun bola gaane
ka naam .. Ab ye Madonna saare raag gaa
degi yaheen}
Hey!!!! Tum itni achchi gaati ho? mujhe
pata hi nahi tha ..

She: *giggles*

He: {Ohhhho kya hansti hai .. aisa lag
raha hai koi gaadi start kar raha hai}
Hey ek aur baar gaao na pls!

She: Yehan sab so rahe hai... Agar main
gaaongi to sab uth jaaenge…

He: {Ekdum Correct...woh yehi samjhenge
ki koi paagal, kisi baat par naraaz ho
gayi hai ...}
Come on! Please!

She: Hattt ...I don't sing that well

He: {Yeh to saari duniya ko pata hai...
paka kyun rahi hai}
It was really sweet. Please gaao na
dear …

She: Mujhe kuch ajeeb sa lagta hai jaan
…

He: {mujhe tujhse jyada ajeeb lagta
hai, dekh phir bhi shaheed hone ko
tayaar baitha hoon}
Aisa kuch bhi nahi hai jaanu...gaao na

He: {mere ko doosra raasta nahi
hai....is liye bola}
Abhi tum gaaogi ya nahi ?

She: kyun pareshaan kar rahe ho?

He: Acchha ! Ok Nahi karta

She: I don't have that great a voice
... ye to aise hee gaa diya tha ...
warna mai nahin gaati

He: {Fir aise hee ??? bada ehsaan karti
agar nahin gaati … kaan mai se khoon
nikalne waala hai... saala gadha bhi
sharma jaaye teri awaaz sunke…}
ok



She: Theek hai... jab itni zid kar rahe
ho... sirf ek stanza gaaungi theek
hai??

He: {Abbe teri !!! fas gayaaaaa ...
shittttt … aur kya kya jhelna padega
malum nahi…}
Great!!!!

She: kaunsa gaana gaau ?


He: {Tum kuch bhi gaao... meri to aaj
by default neend haraam hai…}
Hmmmm… 'Mahiya' from Awarapan?

She: Nice song. But mujhe lyrics yaad
nahi hai

He: {Thank God ... Text book chhodke
tujhe aur kya pata hai bol ...}
Dhoom Machale?

She: Nahi main wohi gaana gaaungi

He: {Aye tere nakhre ... mai to jaise
mara jaa raha hoon teri awaaz sun ne ke
liye Shakira … koi bhi gaana
gaa....mere kaan to pakne waale hai}
Cool

(She clears her throat, hums a line and
then)

She: Nahi jaan… I am feeling very shy!

He: {Tu shuru kyun hoti hai … ek bar
shuru hokar khatam kyun nahin karti
jaldi jaldi... ab kya Sydney Opera
House book karun, tab gayegi}
Gaao na...pls gaao na....teri awaaz ki
samundar me main doob jaana chahta hoon

She: dekho...ab tum mujhe naaraaz kar
rahe ho …

He: {Achchha ab tujhe manaane mai poore
sheher ko phool leke bhejun kya}
No no... Tum shy feel kar rahi ho na...
is liye... Trying to make u comfortable
…

She: Hmmm…

He: {Ye makkhi ki tarah kya shuru ho
gayi}
Please gaao na darling...

She: Main kal gaaun?

He: {Haaaaaannnn. ..jaaan bachi...
nikal leta hoon...abhi mauka hai}
Theek hai jaisi tumhaari merzi

She: Hmmm

He: Good night

She: Good night

She: Sweet Dreams… Take care...

He: Sweets dreams to u too...{kaahe ke
sweet dreams .. sone degi tab na ayenge
dreams …abhi 2 minute mein fir call
karegi}

After a while She calls Him
(sorry...that never happens, she gives
only a missed call)

She: Hey… so gaye the kya?

He: {Nahiii...current ka aavishkaar kar
raha tha...}
Nahi jaan

She: kya kar rahe ho?

He: {Raat ko kya gili danda khelna
hai...}
Match dekh raha tha

She: Theek hai tum match dekho

He: {phone rakhegi to dekhunga na... ya
tu running commentary sunayegi}
Hey it's ok... purana match hai

She: Did u feel bad I didn't sing?

(Since it is a tricky question, He
thinks for a while)

He: {Bad eh? Crazy girl... this was the
luckiest day in my life, since you
didn't sing}
Bad toh main nahi keh raha jaanu. But I
want you to be comfortable first....
tumhi ne bola ki main kal gaaungi.....
So, me waiting…{ maine to socha tha ki
aaj bach gaya ... dhatttt tereki}

She sings 1 stanza from the song

'Jiski aankhon me meri hi nami.....'

He: Wow. Too good!

She: jhoot....mujhe maloom hai ki meri
awaaz itni achchi nahi hai

He: {Saamne aa jaa, fir bataata hoon...
pagal kar diya... chalo shukr hai self
realization hai ... J}
Nahi darling you really sing well

She: nahi..mujhe maloom hai tum bas
aise hi keh rahe ho

He: {Very good.. aakhir tumne pata laga
hi liya.....kyun bhagwaan kyun !! mere
saath ye julm kyun}
Cheee! Cheee! teri voice agar itni buri
hoti to main kya ab tak na sun raha
hota

She: Hmmmm...theek hai.. good night..
ab tum bhi so jaao…

He: {Achcha mil gayi permission ...
waise tera gaana sunne ke baad neend
kahanaayegi ab ...}
Good night!

She: Take care

He: You too

She: Hey....

He: {Arrre yaar.. aaj ye nahi chhodegi}


kya hai sweety?

She: sach bataao honey..meri voice
achchi hai ya nahi...

He: {Tu apni voice record karke sun
kyon nahi leti ek baar !! dimaag ka
dahi kar rakha hai .. lassi banaake
peeja mere dimaag ki}
sachchi... Of course.

She: sirf jhoot

He: {Iski toh... !! jab pata hai to
mujhse kya singing sensation ka award
legi !! phata dhol…}
Not at all. You sing very well…

She: Hmmm.... tum keh rahe ho to theek
hi hoga. Good night.

He: Good Night!!

My First Date with Modinagar

It was Teacher’s Day,5th September,2000,when I first landed at Modinagar Railway Station. Modinagar is a small but industrially rich city in Ghaziabad District of Uttar Pradesh, approximately 45Kms from ISBT (Inter-State Bus Terminus), Delhi. I have secured some rank in UPSEAT (Uttar Pradesh State Engineering Admission Test). It was more than enough to get a free seat in Electronics & Communication Engineering at Dr. Kedar Nath Modi Institute of Engineering and Technology, in short KNMIET. Thank God, I could not qualify JEE exams and thanks to my father who didn’t allow me to waste another year. I believe he knew my potential as a student.
So, we were at the Modinagar Railway station. I was happy as well as exited to see those Welcome posters pasted randomly on the walls around. Suddenly my father saw them and said:d
Father: Dekho tumhare college waale kitane acche hai
Me: haan, dekhiye poster lagwaaya hai
Father: chalo accha hai, yahaan pe sab log KNMIET ke bare me zaante honge
Me: haan sahi kahaa aapne

After walking some 100 meters, we could see some autos standing. I went to one of them and asked “Bhaiya, K N Modi Engineering College chaloge kaya”.
“Engineering college kidhar hai yo, degree college zaande huu mai”, he replied.
His tone was pretty harsh and rough. I felt as if he was shouting on me. I went to a different auto and asked the same question politely, “Bhaiyaa ji, K N Modi Engineering College aap challenge kaya”. His voice was equally irritating and his reply even more vague.
“Kapda Mill zayega yo….. kapda mill”
In no time, I replied back “nahi nahi Kapda mill nahi Engineering college ….. K N Modi Engineering College”
Meanwhile, the whole thought of “………..yahaan pe sab log KNMIET ke bare me zaante honge….” was slowly evaporating out of my mind.
Later on, we came to know that Engineering College is well inside the Modi Cotton Mill.
Any how, we reached the college gate ………… no no no it was Modi Cotton Mill Gate. “Seth Rai Bahadur Multanimal Modi” was engraved ,in bold, on its wall. I remember one of my friend reading it as “Seth Rai Bahadur Multi-Animal Modi ”.

Competition @Organization Level

I found a very interesting Article posted @Rediff.com. I thought it can be part of my BLOG list. It's for all those guys who feel insecure ............... :-)

Keep competition within the organisation healthy

• A team tends to behave like a human body, accepting what is part of it and rejecting any alien tissue. People are accepted if their behaviour mirrors the group norms.
• Faults and blunders usually take place due to lack of communication. Find out the cause of the mess-up and solve the problem so that it is not repeated.
• Curb your annoyance and control your temper.
• Do not strive to pull a colleague down just to get the approval of the boss. This will backfire on you in the long run.
• Back-stabbing and petty talk is not only unpleasant, it is in poor taste.
• A secure and efficient worker never grudges another's success. Envy and jealousy among co- workers ruins the working environment for everyone.

Just think where you are heading .........................

They come and they go …………… the only thing that remains is the way how you behave with the peoples around you. They are the one who will remember you after you have gone. I have seen a lot in last 8 years. It’s not only in the movies we see people change their behavior after a serendipitous encounter but also in real life. Competition is good if taken in good spirit. I have seen many soaked up in insecurity. Their insecurity ruins somebody else as they always make sure nobody lands up in their insecurity area. They don’t want to compete and don’t like anybody competing. Probably they are scared of loosing their IDENTITY .

This atmosphere is very common in Industry. Guys making best use of their honeyed tongue, to grab a opportunity which is not at all meant for them. Thereby, smashing every chance of a deserving. Here comes a question.

Is it bad to be better than a so called senior?

Boss or so called Senior, let’s call him some Mr. A. First, let’s think who is this Mr. A? Different person will have their own set of definition.

Let’s have three different definition:

1. A senior is a one who guides us at every stage. He helps us in taking a decision which is difficult to decide upon. He helps us in understanding a difficult situation. At Industry level, who gives and creates a environment for a fresher and junior to learn and develop their skills. Hahahahahaah, only 10% of people (junior) have this definition and indeed they are lucky to have them.
2. A senior is one who rags them often and makes fun of them. A senior asks them to clean their mess. At Industry level, a senior is a one who never does what he is supposed to. A senior is one who is always ready to take a credit and but will never take responsibility for the loss made. A senior grabs the opportunity meant for the junior, thus ruining their learning curve. 85% fall in this category.
3. Remaining 5% were not able to define senior.???? J

Qualities mentioned in point 1 are ideal case. Such seniors rarely exist. J

Coming to point 2…………Since we have 85% junta in sync, it’s matter of serious concern and it should be given attention. Let’s analyze it.

What could be the consequences ?

Whom to blame?

Old Memories .............................

When Gulli-Danda & Kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai
& pitthoo anytime ... When we desperately waited for 'Yeh Jo Hai
Jindagi' (Doordarshan serial)
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, Dada Daadi Ki Kahaniyaan were so fulfilling.
When there was just one Tv in every five houses and...
When Bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'Yeh Jo Hai Jindagi' day ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them ...
When Maths teachers were not worried of our Mummies and papas while slapping/beating us ...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and Chacha-Chaudaris & Billus were our heroes ...
When we were in Nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechies ...
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajani' inspired us ...
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work ...
When 'Chelpark' and 'Natraaj' were encouraged against 'Reynolds
& family' ...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'Antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home ...
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream & papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ...
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on
Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...

The list can be endless ...
On the serious note I would like to summarize with ...
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding' ...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerely ..
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future ...
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak ...
When sharing worries and happiness didn't mean getting vulnerable to the listener ...
When blacks and whites were the favorite colors instead of greys ...
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations ...
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some
super fast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...
I really miss them .. don't u?

APPRAISAL TIME

Appraisal के नाम पर एक लम्बी आह भरते हैं,
chaliye ab hum is "dukhad" kahani ki shuruat karte hain,

हमेह्सा की तरह 10 बजे ठुमकते हुए office आया,
11 बजे तक नाश्ता किया और बारह बजे तक mail ही पढ़ पाया ,

हमेशा की तरह आज भी मुझे आलस आ रहा था ,
और मेरा PM मुझे तिरछी निगाहों से देख -देख गुस्सा रहा था,

मैं बड़े concentration के साथ एक "Careful" mail पढ़ रहा था,
तभी देखा मेरे PM ke नाम का नया mail कोने मैं blink कर रहा था,

फिर कोई training attend करनी होगी, ये क्या बकवास है,
क्या reply मैं लिख दूँ की मेरे mailbox का उपवास है?

मैंने आँखें बंद की और 10 bar " Hari-om" bola,
और प्रणाम karate huye मैंने वो मेल खोला,

PM के इस s मेल मैं एक अजीब सा सुकून और भोलापन है,
likha है भाइयों appraisal letters आ गए,अब तो one -to-one hai,

मॅन मैं ऐसे बुरे बुरे ख्याल आ रहे थे ,
ऊपर से कुछ लोग मेरे"de-appraisal" की गन्दी affwah उड़ा रहे थे,

PM को letter लाते देख हर कोई useदेखता जाता है,
जैसे mallika के किसी नए गाने को देखा जाता है,

आखिर वो वक़्त आया,PM ने एक एक kar sabako ander बुलाया,
जो भी अंदर जाता हँसता हुआ जाता,
जो बहार आता,मुरझाया hua aata,

बहार आ कर इंसान संभल भी नहीं पता है,
की "कितना हुआ kitna मीला"हर कोई उसपे टूट जाता है,

किसी एक को appraisal मैं 2000 rupaye मिले थे , मैं उसकी हंसी उड़ा रहा था ,
तभी मैंने देखा मेरा PM इशारे से मुझे अंदर बुला रहा था ,

मैं confidence से उठा और आगे कदम बढाया ,
तभी मेरी belt का buckle टूट के नीकल आया ,

मेरी हालत तो अभी से ही बुरी हो गयी ,
साला इज्ज़त उतरना तो यही से शुरू हो गयी ,

मैं अंदर पहुंचा और PM ने मुझे बिठाया ,
उसने मेरा letter पढा और वो हंसी रोक न पाया ,

वोह इतना हंसा की usse आंसू आ गए ,
क्या मेरे appraisal digits usse इतने भा गए ,

जैसे ही उसने appraisal letter मेरी तरफ बढाया ,
मेरी आँखों के आगे घनघोर अँधेरा छाया ,

मुझे लगा जैसे मेरे dil की दीवार को किसी ने गोबर से पोता है ,
अरे यार "बीस rupaye" ? ये भी कोई increment होता है ?

ये software indusrty है , अखाडा नहीं है ,
ये "SALARY INCREMENT" है , दादर आने -जाने का भाडा नहीं है ,

मेरे चारों तरफ कलि घटा छायी ,तभी मेरे PM की soothing आवाज़ आई ,

तुम सोच रहे होगे के company mgmt का दिमाग फिर गया है ,
पर बेटा हम क्या करें , dollar का bhav 2 rupaye जो gir गया है ,

पर फिर भी मुझे लगता है , ये letter fake है ,
मुझे तो लगता है ये printing mistake है,

तुम HR मैं जाओ ,और ये confirm करके आओ ,

भाई HR मैं जाने के लिए तैयार होना पड़ता है ,
वही तो ऐसी जगह है जहाँ सुंदर लड़कियों से पला पड़ता है ,

shitt!! जहाँ "Renuka " बैठी है , आज वहां बैठा "Aftab" hai,
मैं समझ गया बेटा , आज अपना luck ही ख़राब है ,

उसने मेरा letter खोला ,और खुश हो के बोला ,

वो बोला sir आप के लिए खुशखबरी है ,
आप के letter ने "Printing mistake" पकड़ी है ,

मैंने कहा boss अब देर न लगाएं ,
और मुझे मेरा actual amount बताएं ,

sorry sir ये mistake just by एक्सीडेंट है ,
बीस rupaye नहीं , दो rupaye आप का increment है ,

मैं क्या करूं आप को ये बताते हुए मेरा dil रो रहा है ,
पर क्या करें dollar का भाव भी तो कम हो रहा है ,

मैं बस वहाँ खडा था ,कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था ,
मुझसे ज्यादा increment तो security वाला पा रहा था ,

मैंने खुद को संभाला , खुद को उठाया ,
मैं लौटा और सीधे PM के पास आया ,

मैं सीधा उसके केबिन गया और दरवाज़ा खोला ,
इस से पहले की वो बोले , मैं ही उस से बोला ,

sir ये पैसे वापिस ले लीजिये , बात करना फीजूल है,
मैं गरीब हूँ,पर भीख नहीं लेता ये मेरा उसूल है|.