My mind had been thinking so hard since yesterday that I was in a state of despair when i got up in the morning. No matter what i did, I just felt hopeless. In this state I got to hear an old hindi pop track. Years after it was released, I think it is still peppy (I can see my hubby frowning on my choice).....but i am out my blues with 'que sera sera' attitude ;) all thanks to this song
hawa hawa aye hawa khushbu loota de
kahan khuli haan khuli zulf bata de
ab uska pata de, zara mujhko bata de
main usase milunga, ek baar mila de...
yaar mila de.....dildar mila de.....
zindagi ki dhoop ko saaya kar gayi
aaj mere paas se woh guzar gayi.....
usne joh kahan tune bhi suna
yeh baat aur kisko na batana....
Pakistani singer Hassan Jahangir had barged into the music scene with that song and years later it probably still rocks all parties and dance floors.....
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Another to-the-point reply
I wonder sometimes if my blog is turning into 'Pune PMPML Bus diary' but I think I shouldn't bother too much about it.
The bus depot near Pune Corporation is a crowded junction with too many bus stops and no proper pointers. A beginner generally has a tough time identifying his stop and if he cannot speak the local dialect or worse, has a flair for the Queen's language, he is in a big trouble.
It was just another normal working day that had come to an end. Everyone in the bus was busy waiting for the driver and glancing at their watches. Being the start location it wasn’t really crowded. The conductor was distributing tickets. In walked a guy; he wore a 3 piece suit; obviously all eyes turned towards him with a 'did-your-car-breakdown' look. He had a backpack and a separate laptop case which meant he had obviously strayed from the nearby IT jungle.
The gentleman: Excuse me Mr. Conductor. Will this bus take me to Kalyaninagar?
(With that line every single soul onboard who understood English probably LOL.)
The conductor: (Does that convey his blank expression)
The gentleman in the matrubhasha mode: Conductor ji, aap batayenge yeh bus Kalyaninagar jayegi?
The conductor: (Repeat act by the conductor)
The gentleman was all lost now and was looking at the nearby passengers to guide him to appease the lord...I mean the conductor. Finally the lord spoke.....
Conductor: Neeche utarneka, left ko turn leke seedhe jaaneka...
The gentleman: Wahan pe Kalyninagar ka bus stop hain kya?
Conductor: Nahin, Enquiry counter.
If you appreciate sarcasm you will find music there ;)
The bus depot near Pune Corporation is a crowded junction with too many bus stops and no proper pointers. A beginner generally has a tough time identifying his stop and if he cannot speak the local dialect or worse, has a flair for the Queen's language, he is in a big trouble.
It was just another normal working day that had come to an end. Everyone in the bus was busy waiting for the driver and glancing at their watches. Being the start location it wasn’t really crowded. The conductor was distributing tickets. In walked a guy; he wore a 3 piece suit; obviously all eyes turned towards him with a 'did-your-car-breakdown' look. He had a backpack and a separate laptop case which meant he had obviously strayed from the nearby IT jungle.
The gentleman: Excuse me Mr. Conductor. Will this bus take me to Kalyaninagar?
(With that line every single soul onboard who understood English probably LOL.)
The conductor: (Does that convey his blank expression)
The gentleman in the matrubhasha mode: Conductor ji, aap batayenge yeh bus Kalyaninagar jayegi?
The conductor: (Repeat act by the conductor)
The gentleman was all lost now and was looking at the nearby passengers to guide him to appease the lord...I mean the conductor. Finally the lord spoke.....
Conductor: Neeche utarneka, left ko turn leke seedhe jaaneka...
The gentleman: Wahan pe Kalyninagar ka bus stop hain kya?
Conductor: Nahin, Enquiry counter.
If you appreciate sarcasm you will find music there ;)
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