Confessions ::10 things that I never did in past 4 years

Never danced on Anukriti’s stage – So what! I enjoyed dancing in the “Bhasad committee”.And I must say dancing in ‘bhasad’ is more pleasing than dancing on stage. But you know what, Cat Delay always asked me a question , “So you think you can dance” and I just want to tell her that just ask any girl who lived with me in  hostel and she would tell you about my hidden talent.Can you do a mujra on James Blunt’s “You are beautiful” ,a broom dance on sasural genda phool ,fusion dance on the banks of Chambal and teach my friends dance steps on “aunty ji” track in nach le ve with Saroj Khan style. That’s so Eisha .
P.S.-Friends having those videos are kindly requested to keep them censored. I don’t want Shakira ,Madhuri and Hrithik to die out of complex . :P

Never carried of the plan of a night out – Yes. I desperately wanted to have a night out and that too at the most happening place a person could ever think about, “The Chor Bazaar” and planed to shop there until the money runs out . But every time I think about this unaccomplished task I console myself by saying , “ don’t worry Eisha, there definitely wont be any Gucci ,Prada or louis vuitton”.

Never considered my hostel’s room less than a zoo- Well , the poster on my door said it all, “Enter at your own risk”.I have witnessed so many  birds and animals intruding in my room.Hide and seek with cats and rats , jumping here and there for sparrows and pigeons and  squirrels also.

But I always wished for a crow to come in my room so that I could say “Damon Salvatore,is that you?” or a snowy owl on my doorsteps with a letter in his beak with Hogwart’s official stamp.Eisha ,Eisha ,Eisha just come out of your fantasy world!

Never woke up early in the morning- Keep that exception factor for Exam days when I dared to wake up early in the morning otherwise before waking up I was used  to say this dialogue to whoever came to wake me up “Bas 5 minutes me uth rahi hu”. And these 5 minutes always helped me to snooze for atleast  half an hour. It feels good to be nocturnal ;)

Never broomed and moped daily-Laziness at its height. So lazy I am that I always preferred to buy the clothes which don’t need to get ironed  so that I don’t have to do it.Well ,you must be wondering about  the frequency of this job done by me. Weekly, monthly,quaterly or semesterly . Well I should keep some skeletons in my closet only :P ;)

And yes...My room was physics freak.The garbage and trash fanatically followed each and every word of Newton's first law of motion :P

Never tasted the delights of Al kareem’s from Aerodrome-I just wish that for Kota, NDTV should hire me as a host for their travel and food shows. I  bet that I can do it better that that Vinod Dua and the anchors from "highway on my plate".From gourmet restaurant to street food ,from treat to tatva ,from chopati to chandiram’s , from south pole to spice express , my taste buds knows the 'zaika' of every kitchen but never got a chance to taste the delights from aerodrome’s al kareem. :(

Never had breakfast before any exam-Well it’s a childhood problem but when my friends knew about it ,it became an unsaid and unwritten rule that they don’t have to bring my breakfast from mess and till the time I come out of exam hall I was on a so called fast ;)

Let it be semester exam, sessionals or even midterm , I always followed this habit of mine.

Never tasted the “thadi’s paranthas”- I always hated the male dominance in our society but when it comes about the food I just cant bear it. UCEians can understand what I want to say!

 Never had the tag of 100% attendance-I just missed this tag with one short attendance in Tak sir’s class and that too was because I had to give a ppt in a Luminere’s event. Nothing good happened ,I just went blank in that ppt and missed the tag of 100% attendance also.But don’t even dare  to make an image of mine as regular class going girl. I hated attending classes of M Tech faculty.For the first time in life it was that poor soul namely Yagvalakya  who threatened me of detaining on the basis of short attendence even though  I attended almost every class of his subject knowing the fact that he was kind of a weirdo .Mr. Yagvalakya ,just go and get a life!

Never finished my plate in mess- I always had to have scoldings from Mahima and Purti about this. I always made my plate assuming that I would finish the whole but my assumptions always turned out to be wrong and result…scolding :( .This was the favourite dialogue of  Mahima and Purti when I left the dining table “Phir se khana chod diya”

MISCHIEF MANAGED!!! 

You know you were in UCE's batch of mine when.....

ucex was talk of the town - inspired by 'The social networking' , the Mark Zuckerberg of our batch was born in the year 2011 . But even before the batch could make up the whats, whys and hows about the page, '404 not found' broke hearts of many  students!

rtuleaks.com became pain in a** for the administration- Ahh... Kudos to Julian Assange of our batch (well, if my trusted and 'khufiya' sources are right then I know that who he is  ;) :P ).And if you had ever  tried who.is for rtuleaks you would have known that how smart and clever was UCE's Julian Assange.
What made  my blood boil was no action or reaction for the website when it was publishing the plights of students but as soon as it started to publish the stories against the adminstration  with proofs , the administration started to blame every other student with the help of their stooges from our batch.
Whatever ,the mind behind this website is on the wall of fame for each and every student of our batch!
#Respect!

You hated M Tech faculty like anything- Do i have to explain it any further?

CS/IT batch witnessed that 'Bomb Blast'- no,no,no....do not think about RDX or TNT as explosives used. But what it actually was definitely explosive enough to burst our stomachs with laughter. the explosive used was stale (and really stale) curd with a cracker which was planted on the ceiling fan !And the 555 timer IC  used in this case were the incense sticks! Imagine , in the middle of the class you witness a boom and suddenly realize that something is tripping on your neck and head.  Spooky! but once you realize that what actually happened I bet a blast again must have happened in your stomach.
And you know what, the mastermind behind all this was from our branch ,EC. And here comes one more person on the wall of fame!
RIP that ceiling fan.
 P.S.-Dear sorority, curd is good for hair! LOL!

Election of GS was more important than final seminar presentation and project submission for EE batch-  from faculty to students of EE and a few other xyz students , every body was involved in this affair! And I have said enough for the smarties!

Girls from CE batch played mirror mirror on the wall- argh... they considered themselves as beauty queens .I think they were used to measure angles with instruments on which they have to keep the flock of hair or the inclination on which they have to keep their dupatta on their shoulders. And a few from EC wore makeup  as if they had to present  a mime somewhere!

One of your friends have duplicate keys of the labs - which is fully air conditioned, and has 'really' high speed internet.Yes buddies , I am talking about IBM lab!

Last but not the least-You knew a girl who had a very unique style of walking , almost jumping or trying aviation at every step of her walking and wandering in the alleys of A block with her little red 'lilliput' bag! :P

Auld Lang Syne...My Odyssey

Friends.. Incoherence is my habit and writing is my speech.
So here is my odyssey of these  years..

As I entered here I was lost in my own world. Hakuna Matata was the theme of my life..and happiness was rife...

But then I came to know that a goal should be waiting for me and  I have to achieve it with hardwork and then with glee....

I made a joyful circle of friends with whom I enjoyed the days with limitless fun and floric with no ends......

I worked in a workshop and saw the different facets of life... management , relations and finance ....saw all the dimensions at a glance....

But during the course of time ,I lost my 'anklets' .

I became sad and was lost...happiness was loosing its grip so fast.

But for me destiny had something more vicious ...and lost something which was precious

They were  my friends who became my support... and made the limping me to stand up...all of them will always reside in my heart's fort.

I shared everything with a secret keeper...and the bond became much deeper....

In this amazon of friendship I shared music and laughter ... and with this friend the laughter was always sought after

Another angel was there ...but I should be appreciated  because her madness and kiddish nature ...God! only I had to bear...

 Talking talking and talking ... learning learning and learning

But still there was a void in me... From everything a thing was repelling me...

Again a girl tried to make me feel alright....and she knew that there is something bright..

Its time to leave..and I truely don't know that how I feel!!

Should old acquaintance be forgot, 

And never brought to mind? 
Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
And auld lang syne! 

Miss U!

In the memories of past
In the laughter that was long last
I am in the hunt of yours,
In every nook and corner
I even searched for you
In my dreams ,but found no rapture.
But, you are just in my memories
And only in my memories.
I was innocent
I was full of zest, zeal and ecasty
Danced with the wind and flied with the butterflies
But this life has now become gusty.
Where have you gone
Just tell me once
I want you back in my life
Because I want to feel ebullience
Seeking for stability, carefreeness and life so good
Are you listening ,Oh my dear childhood!

A Day Of Life In Future

Once sitting in my room I just wondering how the future was going to be. I was just wishing that some kinda time machine would come in front of me and I would travel across the time and see how the future was going to be like.Suddenly my cupboard started vibrating vigorously .I stood up from my place and opened the door of my cupboard and from here the unexpected journey started.All my belongings got shrinked and there was a screen flowing from top to bottom and operating like Microsoft surface which was asking me the time period to forward and the people that I wanted to see. I slided down the images of my friends to the transition panel and the time forward was 15 years .
Gateway to future was now opening .I was just wondering that how will I see the future standing in front of belongings of mine in the cupboard ,but then….. ZOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM
There was a transition .I felt like I was standing in some kind of void but it didn’t last for too long.
I was in some kind of lounge .I scanned whole room and found my cupboard door still there .A steward was standing there but he was not able to see the portal and me. Now I got it! GODDAMMIT, I WAS IN FUTURE!!!!
I went towards the portal which showed that it will be on return journey in 15 minutes again. So that means it was the time to live the present (or future??).I was too excited.
Suddenly a group of people came in the lounge .Just wait!!! By the way whose lounge was this? Where was I standing? The steward was carrying some kind of menu card and I just caught my name on the menu card. ALOHA!!!! It was my restaurant !!! so the first good news was that my food chain had started. So I scanned the lounge again and this time with the feeling of satisfaction.I patted my shoulder and said well done Eisha !! this place is cool just as I used to think about!
The group of people who entered the lounge were now sitting on couches and I was startled to see everyone there! JEEZ they were my college friends!!! But where was I ? The answer was not much far to guess.I was entering in the lounge wearing a professional suit .Yuck ! I was looking so bad in that suit! And following me was one kid and time traveled me said OMG ,what is that!! But as soon as the kid started to speak I was relieved. He was fair with stern looks and called me ‘Bua’, the future me turned towards the kid and took him in the arms and said what happened and the kid said, bua please order butter chicken for me na! In no time I made a sure shot guess that he was Anmol’s kid. LOL . He was really the carbon copy of him and here Anmol too entered in the room and scolded his son by saying ‘khyan rosti chu n ache kah kaem’ (in kashmiri).I took the kid's side and favoured the kid and persuaded Anmol to let him do whatever he wants. The future eisha sat on the couch with other people but then every body turned towards the window where a lean and tall man was standing talking on phone ,maybe he was standing there for better network range.He terminated the call and turned towards the others sitting in the room , what I saw I had to believe , he was none other than Anshu and was talking to his son who was in BCS shimla. Then he told all sitting there that his son got C grade in hindi grammer.The time traveled me and the future me both said together and in same tone ‘ like father ,like son’.LOL
On one couch my two friends Nakul and Purti were sitting together and Purti was wearing a saaree.Gawd Purti was looking so good in sari and there was her daughter with high power spectacles and carrying a studious looks on her face just like her parents.Nakul was reflecting the charisma of an IAS officer which was proved when his visiting card was dropped from his pocket when he was taking out something from his pocket and I had a sneak peek on his visiting card. “So someone in my friend circle is now an IAS officer.Good Going Eisha”, I said to myself.
On another couch Mahima and Tarishi were sitting together and my first reaction after seeing them was “oye teri!! Kya solid moti ho gayin hai dono ki dono”. They were wearing the identity card in their necks and I concluded that they may be working for some MNC. I was wondering where were their kids and without any ado Mahima herself gave the answer.Mahima’s daughter was sleeping at home (the heredity you know, mahima’s famous daytime slumber) and Tarishi’s daughter …. “Bechari ki maa ne use taunt maar maar ke taane maar maar keghar pe bitha diya” Mahima said.But Tarishi defended herself by saying something in her typical maarvaadi accent. Poor her.Well, old habits die hard . Turning towards a chair where Ritu was sitting.Well she was in her typical Rajasthani Rajput attire with veil over her head .LOL she was luking damn funny!
Her family was now in a business of importing and exporting pets on request only because the pets were rare and extravagant and what she said at that time made me to laugh too much. She said that whenever she visits the store or showroom every customer only buys or orders PARROTS :p :)
Scanning the room i lil bit more and I found a sanyasi baba and he was none other than siddharth.LOL...he said that he was now associated with ISKONS , and I bet that he is not going to continue like this.On the same couch Rajat and Shalini were also sitting and on a chair was a kid with chubby and plumpy face with that dell insipron in his lap.The time travelled me spent no tym to guess that whose kid was he. :P
One more person was there in the room and as soon as I recognized the face I made this sure that I am going to make the report card of this person to tease him when i come back from the future.So there was shreekant sitting.Purti asked him from where he was coming and he said 'was watching horse racing games' and then the future Eisha said 'I was expecting this answer only , very well , it suits u.'
Loud footsteps were now audible and were coming from the corridor.Again my guess was right when Surabhi entered in the room with a loud band on the door and thus a vase got crashed which was there near the door , but this time it was not due to surabhi it was a little girl who came along with surabhi like a jumping jack and their was bruise on her knees because of that. No guesses, she was her daughter. As the traits do descend to the offsprings ,she pounced upon me and I was just hoping that all my body part are in one piece.She cutely said to me 'sorry! i broke your vase' and future me said to her 'nothing to worry girl ,your mother was used to break our bones ,this is just a vase :) ,now go and have a chocolate from there '.
surabhi was looking the same as she looks today she said me to call some helper to remove the trash from there and i nodded and made space for her to sit.
the time travelled me was startled to see one kid coming in the room with a broom in his hand.But he was not there to clean the trash. GOSH this was not any ordinary broom .this broom was looking exactly like firebolt,and the kid was just a look-alike of harry potter, and the future me was smiling while seeing him.That kid called the future Eisha as mummy.What the heck was happening!The future me just explained to Shalini that I had adopted him from an orphanage because of his looks.The time travelled me was now relaxed...whoshhh!!!
Suddenly the portal was making beeps when saw there I came to know that my time in the future was getting over and i just had a few seconds left. Suddenly the future me ringed the bell to call the helper for cleaning the trash and time travelled me was about to open the portal .Just as I was closing the door i saw the helper who came to clean the trash and he was none other than Ya*******a Sharma.I bursted with laughter and right after that the portal started to make the transition .In just the blink of the eye I was again in my present room and I was still laughing.Listening my weird laughter one of my friends came into the room and asked me that what happened and i just said,'it was a day of life in future, u will not understand ' and I gave her a wink...
Amen to the day!

An Angel

I know an angel in my life,
who always loved me unconditionally.
Her hands never felt bitter cold,
nor she sweated in rising mercury.
She never doctored sick ones,
but for my fevered head,
her hands were always gently folded
all night beside my bed.
When I felt hungry,
she without my indications,
sensed my gestures and heard my heart,
peeled apples and made vegetables canned
and world's tastiest cusine was made by the loving hands.
Insomniac she became when I was in trouble.
And when I was happy,
her happiness naturally got doubled.
She was cocoon , and i was larvae.
And her love is always an enigma.
She is an angel,Godess and an epitome of divine love for me,
and simply and sweetly ,I just call her "MUMMY"!!!

Please hear what i'm not saying--

don't be fooled by me.
don't be fooled by the face i wear.
for i wear a mask,a thousand masks,
masks that i'm afraid to take off,
and none f them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but don't be fooled.
For God's sake don't be fooled.
I give u the impression that i'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and i'm in command,
and that i need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask,ever varying and ever concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness.
But i hide this .I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,to help me pretend
to shield me from the glance that knows.
but such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and i know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it is followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self built prison walls,
from the barriers so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I cant assure myself,
that i'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing i seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stare of the breathing dead.Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings ,very small wings,
very feeble wings,but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
Who am i,you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and I am every woman you meet.