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This post is regarding a lecture @ Welingkar's foundation fortnight.So I apologise to my non Welingkar readers if they are not able to connect :( “Don’t miss Moradian Sir’s session! He will make you forget to go to the loo!!” said one of our seniors one day “Since then I had been eager to see who and how this Moradian fellow was ! I waited n waited to hear his name in next days speaker’s list. After the long wait on second last day of the fortnight they announced his name.I was super delighted…then they announced the time..8.30 -2.30..”Wahttt !!” I thought “Never ever sat in one place..for that loooong ..and that too on a Sunday!!”I panicked silently..feeling sad for my but*s :) But you see..'sala I had no CHOICE  na :) :)' Next day when we entered the auditorium, the fair Parsi* was setting up his laptop.He was ½ n hr ahead of his time. The scene was like the guest speaker was welcoming the audience :) When laptop was checked..presentation was checked …very neat

Guys before you start reading the actual post let me clarify some things... I absolutely have no idea why i am writing this post I also dont know who told me to write it then I dont feel that anybody will understand what i have written... In case if anybody does....lucky you ..you will be eligible to apply in NSA (National Security Agency, America) to crack those mysterious codes ;) lol. Guys, Its neither a poetry nor a prose...i dont know what it is Maybe it is my mind's lingo.... I know i am sounding insane but i cant stop my mind from thinking n ya.....please dont unfollow me after reading this insane post...it sometimes happens to the wierd inside me :) so bear with me this time n here i go......                                                             From NO to YES Woman of substance u think are you ? I shouted quietly n asked myself once... Being surprised as to why on earth the question asked i waited for myself ...as getting an answer was not at all an

One dear friend, some days ago said ‘You know what,I am going to call Mumbai as Bombay’ .I produced a fake smile(awkward discussion) and said ‘Ya sure u can! Bombay sounds much cooler !!’.’Oh nooo’ he said ‘Its not the question of acoustics.. i’ll do this with a purpose to hurt some elements in the society..” Now,me being in a mortal body,bound by stupid manmade boundries,and a certain instilled emotion called ‘feeling of belonging’ for a particular state(Maharashtra) made me feel a bit gloomy. But then he quoted some facts and I was left with “AGREED BOSS..YOU CAN !!” The facts were… • Mumbai were soggy,desease-prone,deserted,wastelands and of no ones interest. • First they were possessed by Sultan of Gujarat..he dint want them and passed these soggy islands to the Portuguese. • The Portuguese dint want them either ..so they gifted these islands to the British. • The British were not that interested so they passed them on to East India Company. • Parsees,Gujratis,Suratis

I read two axioms today... 1. A woman dresses up to impress men. 2. A woman’s wardrobe is characterized by pinks and floral prints. Read them again ... Firstly do you agree to the two ? If you dont, then read furthur... Secondly just think what u can derive after you combine these two ??? If you cant then read furthur .... As you aaaalll know that I have a bad habit to think over any crap,I thought over these two axioms and came up with an interesting analysis.... Axiom1 Women dresses up to impress men. As for me, currently this axiom is a holy shit as I never wear anything to impress anyone!!! But, But,But  if I think generically this cliché  is absolutely TRUE . I remember my aunt saying once while buying a saree “Owww! I like this this color but your uncle doesn’t :(  so I wont opt for  this one” One of my roommate once said “I know, I wear this top like a thousand times !!Actually I hate it but my boyfriend loves it “  and everytime I shouted mutely …“Hellow ladies .

Now I know after reading the title,most of you must have scrolled down to see the photos …Well If you haven’t, then hats off to your patience !! Now don’t scroll to see OK.Let me explain…. When I say weekends, its always about sleeping more,exercising more, shopping,fighting over Sunday times with d roomies,watching dozens of movies ,cooking food at home and reading quarter or half a novel… But this weekend was quite different..Quite quite quite different ..Since I work as a content writer for Art Of Living website I got a golden opportunity to visit Chimbli, a small village near Pune and and write a report on it.It was an experience of a lifetime to listen to the joys and sorrows of those innocent and sauve villagers.It was wonderful to know their lifestyle .It was great to come out of the goodie goodie urban lifestyle and be among those villagers ..understanding their work, listening to their grievances and getting connected to the roots (India is a land of villages.) Life

Hey guys..this isn't my usual post. So this time you can be relieved that my thoughts are not going to eat up ur head ! This is my entry for youngistaan ka WOW contest. I had to nominate 4 of my funniest posts(damn difficult maaan)..and in the fifth post I had to answer this question - If you were the game master, what challengze would you like to throw to Ranbir? (To find out what the game is, check out http://www.youngistaan.com/ )For example, ask Ranbir how he would get to a Pepsi if it is 15 feet underwater and there is no one in sight to help him (he is water phobic!). So folks my 4 of my entries are.. other side in the life of zero today mirrors And my answer to the question is..... After following map and overcoming all the dangerous hurdles in jungle Ranbir finally finds the cave where Pepsi bottle can be found .The Pepsi is right there on the Kings chair ! But there is an istruction stating that,If the bottle is lifted,the door of the cave closes immidietly and

Finally after 5 long days I am back to normal Kasturi again. These 5 miserable days people around me were shouting ‘Come on Kasturi …You can Bounce Back’ and I felt like ‘Ya right ..I wanna bounce back ! ..but so hard that I attain the escape velocity and flee this hopeless,aimless earth..I don’t wanna live’ This was all because 26th March 2010 at 5.15 MICA rejected me by saying a big SORRY. That SORRY…took away my life which I had been living for 6-7 months ..that SORRY shattered my dreams which I had been not only seeing but also living for 6-7 months now…That SORRY took away all my hopes..my future..my Smile (So not me :)) !! I just couldn’t get over that SORRY. I was a biggest MICADICT ever known to me :) .To give you instances... I dreamt of playing baddy in MICA. I dreamt of me,cheering for MCL team in a match against IIMs. I dreamt myself to be a part of SANKALP,MICANVAS. I even dreamt of patting and scolding and playing with ROXY,the gr8 :) I pictured myself slee