Swine Flu and well, Aids

I got a message from a friend which I can't help but share with everyone:
10 people die of Swine Flu and the whole country wears Surgical Masks,
1000's die of AIDS and still no one wants to wear Condoms....

Story of our lives...EH?
Well, more on swine flu and my fears soon...

Jai ho Bhartiya Rail!

Somebody once told me that we blog about what we feel strongly for, well then here's something I feel 'strongest' about right now. History first! Rewind to last month, Mohit and I stare at the rail track on Ludhiana Railway Station, waiting for The Shatabdi Express to come. Now for the lesser mortals who don't know about this train, these are supposed to be the better trains of Bhartiya Railways. Anyhow, back to the main story! Sweat running down our forehead, soon to the neck and finally to the arms! Finally, the stereo type voice on the m.c goes off, "Yatri kripya dhyan de, amritsar se nayi dilli jaanewali, 2030, Swaran Shatabdi Express apne nirdharid samay se do ghante late aayengi."

Wow, we say! And instantly rush back to my maiden house, only to reach back after 2 hours and finally board the train and reach at 1:15 AM at Delhi. What a night, it was!

Now cut to Yesterday. Same station, same rail track and the same sweat. Only the train reaches on time. Wow, we say again. I board it happily. I(traveling alone) call up everyone I know to inform them that the shatabdi started before time(It is a once-in-a-lifetime event).

All is going well and I am eating the newly introduced Chinese food on the menu. It was actually yum! The train stops 30 mins after crossing Ambala Cantt. I don't bother, Indian trains keep stopping for no reason whatsoever. I keep eating. Well, soon my food is over and The Archie Comic that I am reading also finishes but the train's ass hasn't moved an inch.

Now some curious jacks start moving theirs and ask questions. Some Uncles gather together and round up the TT and ask him, he refuses to divulge any information. Finally, some one announces that the train's engine has failed. WAH, I hear an uncle say. The voice goes on, A new one will come from Ambala and then we shall move. Arre wah, the same uncle says now. We are about 30 kms off Ambala and already 30 minutes late.

But we wait, now I start reading my novel. Have to do something to kill time. How much can I abuse Indian Railways. I leave that to my fellow yatri's and open "To kill a mocking bird". Now don't smirk at that. I know it is a very popular book but I still haven't read it. Avid reader and all aside, I love to stick to the underdogs.
Anyhow, I cross the first 10, then the next 10 and when the 50th page comes, Voila! The train moves!!!!

It comes to motion slowly, steadily and then again!!
Well, the rest of the story is boring as the train does get me to Delhi. I had actually started looking at the options of having an 'a la Jab We Met' kinda train experience. But all that didn't happen, I just reach 2 hours late for the second time in a row. So what? My time isn't money!! I can always sleep well tomorrow...

For more on my view points and grudges about the Indian systems, pls come to my blog and start reading... LOL

And the story goes...........

This blog is now going to change tone, from romance to the contemporary. Now don't think that I have become all boring in life and love is out of the window. That's absolutely not the case! I have decided to revive the dying blog by adding everyday thoughts to it. We are now going to move out of heavenly memories and talk of mundane chores and thoughts.
So what do we start with? Maybe I should talk about what has been keeping me busy these days. Some of you might know about WASANIS. Well, it is my writing baby. And I love to call it that. I have been the sole founder of it and for a long while the sole writer. But we are doing well now, Me and my WASANIS. We write content for people and stay happy at that. We earn sometimes, but we still try to stay happy. And we lose money sometimes(when the clients run away), alas, we still try to stay happy. But, WASANIS and I keep each other company throughout the day and leave scope for the social hoopla too.
And WASANIS is actually trying to diversify itself. From content writing, we are now going into websites...Yes, soon you will hear about my new cricket website. On second thoughts, maybe i should tell you that over the weekend.
till then, Have a great week.
Bye

My Anniversary is on the 5th! Etch it in mind!

It has been two years and every time someone asks me my anniversary date i doodle out 3rd March and have that as a matter of fact kinda look on my face. A second later, mohit(who apparently has that giggle on his face each time I answer this question) corrects me and says its on the 5th. WOW! I am the only female on this planet I know who always spells her anniv date wrong.

Come to think of it, if Mohit was the one who was the culprit of this, he would be paying with extra gifts on both the 3rd and the 5th. But since its, "yours truly", the poor soul lets me get away with it, always! And i simply fail to understand why I always say its on the 3rd when i know that it is on 5th. See I have written the correct date. I have wracked my brain crazy over things that can lead to me imagining 3rd more imp over the 5th but see none.

The only explanation worth its weight is that 3rd is Abhiraj, my nephew's birthday. Maybe that is a day in March i have associated with celebration longer than i have my anniversary so i always keep blabbing this date. But on second thoughts, 4th is my parents anniversary, this I have known for 28 years. So why don't i answer 4th when i am asked the controversial question. Guess my theoery is pretty lame, HUH?

Semantics aside, I am etching it in my mind now and decorating it with balloons. No way will i speak out the wrong date now. Pls feel free to ask away!