Thursday, December 9, 2010

A talking Portrait...

Are all writers so confused before they start...???
If they are not.. at least I am.. but yes the confusions have to end- only then can I start writing.. hmm???

It's 10 of December tomorrow.. The HUMAN RIGHTS DAY. I know most of us do not know what our Human Rights actually are.. so definitely, I am not planning to ask any. But yes, for tomorrow I do have other plans. Means k.. I think I have a surprise (don't worry.. i am not getting married). Actually it's my boss's birthday tomorrow. So all I could think is to write something for him.. something that describes him whole heartedly.

So... I met him at the Tadka Studios, Kota..(6:25 in the evening..approaching spring) In a white shirt and blue jeans, he was a frail man. Hairstyle achcha tha. Personal Height around-6 feet and Zubaan ki length- mat hi poocho. I think he needed no he was all too sunk in strictness ki chaashni; discipline ka powder sprinkled thereafter. Perfect boss they.

We sat in the backup studios where he came with his companion. He begun, "So.. is the whole team here?? No..?? OO.. office hours over?? Ok then. who-so-ever is here.. let them know that I have been sent as your head.. your programming head. Before I begin. who changed da songs in the playlist...?? (NOBODY REPLIED) Who-so ever has done it.. don't expect.. it will be tolerated any more. (Next line) We are 4 Rj's here?? Right?? Shona.. Guru.. Saavi.. Esha.. I came listening to all da stations.. And to be frank enough... the other stations are much better than you.. Esha.. you have a voice much similar to that of vidhi-my fm.. but you are too slow.. Shona.. I wasn't able to listen.. Guru.. I heard him then, he was fine.. and for the afternoon slot... the other station aanchal is doing good... she has a good flow.(ohh no.. kahani to shuru hone se pehle hi khatm ho gayi..afternoon slot mein karti thi)... Two lessons... No more easy working..and yes.. only we.. no body else.. ONLY TADKA.. NO MY FM.. NO BIG FM.."
Meeting khatm hui 42 mins mein, but asar gehra tha mere dost.

Thereafter, each time I met my boss, I knew he was our boss. One of our co RJs left and we two female jocks thought.. males were too different... Rather.. too indifferent.. they made groups.(males being -my boss and my co jock Guru). We talked less. But mind.. work utna hi tha.. jitna work.. work mein utni hi problems. He was rather a man of much expectations. Perfection desired.

Once he decided for a small ground activity. Told us.."Tomorrow evening at 7.. it's all decided. We have to go". My morning jock said,"I can't go.. it's not in my office hours.." AND I KNOW SHE MADE A BLUNDER. I remember his expression till today... he was so furious.. that even BIG B had to improvise. oooooooo my my. I sat next to him. For the first time I spoke to him as I felt, "Boss.. agar aapko bura laga to aapne bola kyo nahi.. " His anger pelted like raindrops. He replied, "That's it... I know what to do.. you guys don't wanna work.. I'll see". I know he was correct. I told my co jock the same matter; but sometimes matter ought to be longer than descriptions. The activity was cancelled. He left for his hometown for another weekend. We thought nothing.

When he returned, we together planned something for the morning show.(I wonder unka gussa thanda kaise hua... any ice cubes) He told us... " u'r doing nothing.. raise your standards... do something on your show. let the people feel you are onair." Mazdoor diwas exclaimed to be our first show types activity an OB..WITH KACHORIS TO MAZDOORS. Frankly speaking, till this moment also I felt- he made special efforts for the other two shows- except for mine. I really felt, he disliked me as an RJ.. As a human being. But sometimes you have no solutions (jab ques hi nahi maaloom ho.. answer kahan se aayega.. RJing was a big question mark.. I was simply a speaker who came to an FM STATION). He kept telling me.. do a ladies show.. but Iwasn't one.. kaise karti.. things are so blank. (Are you readers feeling that my story is too tragic.. if yes.. the major tragedy is yet to arrive.)

So finally, It was for the Royal Breakfast- my sunday show- a client had to be recorded. The client came and yes- as per the English medium arrogance I retorted, "WHAT'S your name...??..I'm saavi..". The interview ended and the client left. I went to ask boss.."Boss...What now??" He didn't answer. I re asked. And then did I face my career's biggest scolding. He shouted.."Do you ask names to your clients?? You have these nill reserves of etiquette.. Thinking as if you are a celeb. And he a fool." Donno y but I cried hard.. half an hour.. I had no reason to stop. I did not know my mistake (I was brought up that way na.. so). The same day I completed my works in office and went home. I realized I was wrong. BUT I FEARED BOSS NOW. I talked still lesser now. And did the most I could. I asked him things, but I knew he wouldn't take it wise. (sorry but I'm crying now..). When I asked him things He told me, But I could read it in his eyes.."this girl doesn't even know this much.??"

Boss.. if you are reading.. I literally knew nothing of RJing... our training was only 8 days old and we were taught almost nill. I was left alone from the batch. least learned. I wasn't a born RJ either. but in you words.."no excuses"

Days have to pass.. and so do the events. My boss.. a strange man.. he suggested us jobs we could leave for (ajeeb hai na..). But I realised.. he wasn't selfish.. he was cruel at teaching, but a good human. He taught us out of his experiences.. told us to be natural.. heartfelt.. but he didn't like me.

Finally things weren't actually too good, till he himself started RJing in Kota. Out of his motivation, our morning jock attained a better job.. and he was on air. The day he started RJing.. I think Rjing in kota got new definitions. The things, feeling, disasters.. that we never thought could be on air went. Can you imagine- we saved a girl's life by collecting funds on air. Humne gaddhe khode.. shaheedo ko shraddhanjali di.. paid lagaye... shaheed ajay ahuja park ki safai ki... cyle chalana.. and what not... we went as the socially interactive radios. We were the visual radio.. just because of him. Hats off to him! The more i heard him.. the more i felt.. mahaan hain wo.. jo achcha sochte hai.. boss you are great. His ideas have been more than inspiring.

But amongst all this.. I think on an Fm station I was lost. I thought... being good like him.. can help.. inspiration was my problem. I was immature.. and I made a mistake on air. meri life ki doosri badi daant.. I cried for two days..(meena kumari part 2) But I still knew I was wrong. I immediately changed. And this change was what I re-learn t from my boss. (re-thanks boss..!) After this.. i tried to be genuine enough... on air also.. and otherwise with ideas also.

Amongst all this.. he asked me to write regarding one of our event Press releases. I wrote it. fine. He asked for a proposal. I wrote.. my second proposal was what he liked.. I remember,, in the studios.. he patted me and said.."yaar tu likhti bahut achcha hai.." I was the happiest person on this earth... !! boss ne kaha achacha.. . That was the day.. I think I have been generously rewarded with writing material and my office mates now know it well. In between he liked a few scripts that I wrote.. and ideas were also rewarded.

For SARA JAHAN AHHAA NAACHE NAACHE.. I remember,.. I was on air for many continuous days.. I cried.. he wiped my tears and said.."pagal hai kya..?" We did many works together.. and I learnt a lot. And meanwhile, ek din he asked... "toone chutti nahi li na.. count kar how many shows..?" By God's Grace I could count.. and I told him on line.. "boss.. kal shayad 500 ho jaayeinge.."
BUT I KNEW. HE MADE MY DAY i wrote back to him
Respected Boss

People might know you as RJ , and surely they miss you at the
Jaipur site. But the gradual fact is that, they are unknown to one
who's my boss.... though too much for words, but you are the best
person as well as a boss I' v seen and met.programming... events...
thoughts... execution...BRANDING....!!

ye baat main apne poore hosh main keh rahi hoon...
baaki zyada senti hone ki nahi rakhi...!!

and possibly as an RJ I might not be that good for your
expectations... but till I am here, I'll work harder.

Thank you boss.
In paanch sau episodes main 499 aapke... ek mera...!!!


SO BOSS.. you are an amazing personality.. who inspired me for
1. your rjing... good rjs make good station heads
2. your feelings.. genuine feeling
3. your talent response
4. your non selfishness
5. your statement, "kisi ke jaane se koifarq nahi padta.."
6. your love towards us.
7. your management skills
8. your dominance
9. your pursuit for changes..
10. your dedication towards tadka (sleeping in back up..) etc.

but yes ... I hate you for going from here.. I hate you for this.. you have stopped all learning processes.. 4th January 2010.. i'll never forget this day.. (ek maheene ke liye.. double shows karwaaye hain aapne mujhse...heheh) bad boss..



Friday, December 3, 2010

JAB WE MET....My first meetings...!!

Originally, I guess... each hindi film ka director exclusively works on the concept of "how to introduce your actor in the movie..".
subah 10 baje ka time, bikhra sa kamra.. bed par 8-9 pink cushions... barbie alarm clock on the left side... 24*43 ki khidki par purple colour ka parda... and parde se jhaankti... sooraj chachu ki dhai kilo kiranein...and uspar bhi shot OK ho jaaye.. to well and gud...! Sahi bhi hai..first impressions do caste last impressions.. so all I have to do today is- describe my first meetings with the people I know, or to put it better who either- are in my call logs last week.. in my friend list.. or in my office.. or in my memories..:)

So beginning from the very beginning.. my footprints in Tadka.. 95 fm Tadka..
8 of us from Kota up for a training in Jaipur Tadka Office. Jhalana Building at JLN Marg. After entry formalities we reach the Tadka Wing. Alike other offices- glass doors, A saraswati maa ki moorti at the entrance (right side). Ek thought board at the same sight side with an FM Types thought.. (i seriously liked this one..!) We are asked to wait in a 'khopcha' on left side. Chairs are less.. we are asked to pull a few from the office.. By the time the STAR JOCKS OF JAIPUR ARE YET TO COME.. we spend our time watching the cards etc. And for me- feeling like- KAUN AAYEGA...?? YE KYA BALA HAI??

Any ways, after Vikas Sir.. entered two more people.. leaving no space for even a cat to accommodate... N now as the others presented...Presenting..

1. RJ SUFI- With a yellow jacket and payjamas on, entered looooonnng hair waala banda called Sufi.(Please don't mess up with the name SUFI- For though, it sometimes may sound like a female name.. it wasn't one). My co trainee muttered-" Yaar.. ye to RJ hi hai..baal dekh iske... " I think she wanted to compare the hair to a 'ghonsla' but she drank the thought after she noticed others' expressions. Finally, a hand pulled itself out.. and SUFI with a handshake spoke.."AUR LAALE DI JAAN.. KOTA KI TEAM...??" We smiled. He smiled back. Vikas sir introduced him as the 'record holder... non stop Sufi..28 hrs!' WOW..!(But frankly speaking.. Sufi- if you r reading... RJing hi samajh nahi aati thi.. 28 hrs??? wo kya hota hai..!:). But are really an awesome voice.. and we felt the same. Intelligence tumhari nazro se tapak rahi thi...! N bless us.. we were wiping our tears..hehehe
Ek shikayat: Why did you always search triggers for your show at the training meeting.??
Ek Tareef : RJs payjamas main bhi office aa sakte hain...your payjamas gave u da Rj type look. Coooool!!

2. RJ SANJAL: Sanjal...! oye hoye.. humne suna tha ladkiya iss awaaz par marti hain...ooooooo.!! Thadi par girls.. NOT ALLOWED!!
Another morning we sat thinking " aaj kaun sunega links..?" And then- We were told.. Aaj class SUFI nahi lega.. no intros were given to the new companion who sat besides us. Baadaami+ orange.. that was the colour of his T Shirt.. and yes he wore a locket with a star..ek bracelet bhi tha.. We kept talking of the shows. He told "Ek contest tha Sufi ke show ka.. ladko ko shaadi shuda dikhana ho to kya karein??.. Mangal sootr bhi nahi pehante wo to.." One of us asked.."are you shaadi shuda?" He asked "Why?". Co trainee said," ye locket.. ye aapka mangal sootr to nahi??" He immediately put da locket inside..."o sorry yaar... main to bhool hi gaya..!" And there we met Sanjal..Naam to suna hi hoga.. Ultimate humor, darata kam tha.. extremely practical..and near to heart. Socks bech diye they unhone apne on air.. sorry.. pahte socks! Almost all of us said.." sahi hai.."

Ek shikayat: Why did you always say da opposite of what Sufi said.?? (And personally- RJ Sanjal Kota kyo nahi aaya.. Kota to Station head Sanjal aaye they..:( )
Ek Tareef : Haven't met an RJ such down to earth..that's your strength.Coooool!!

3. RJ JIA: Hmmm... Jia...? Beautiful voice.. par miley to sahi..
tadka ke office mein training sirf male Jockeys dete hain.. Aisa laga humein. Ne'er mind.. wo kehte hain na.. jab aap kisi cheez ko shiddat se chahte ho to poori kaaynaat use aapse milane mein lag jaati hai.. SO I SAW JIA.. For the first time, it was from the khopcha itself.. studio dikhta tha wahan se... Sufi.. dressed in red.. told his co RJ.. "Kya kudiye.. kitne dino baad.. ye kaali salwaar pehni hai toone...ha..JIA..??" "ooo To ye Jia hai..?? Jaisi awaaz.. vaise hi darshan...aaye haaye.. ladikyo ka dil chura le.. ladke to kya cheez hai.."- I felt. The girl in white kurta-black salwaar-danglings.. and a khankhanaati voice.. she was JIA THE JINNIE.. SONE KI GINNI..! No training lessons so.. sirf darshan se kaam chalaya.. ye hai,, radio ki maha maaya.. waah!

Ek shikayat: Why didn't you train us...??
Ek Tareef : RJs khoobsoorat bhi hote hai.. match voice with beauty. Jia..!!

Purple colour ki shirt.. with a half jacket on..such solemn personality. It felt as if- iss chashme ke peeche kitni creativity hai re.. phone humesha silent par n ek minute mein hi 15 missed call- that was Vikas Sir.. His best par.. chashme ko centre se press karna.. and yes.. how so humble..! His words, "tu nahi jaayegi.. are ones that I remember the most.." (this was regarding who was to stay back.. finally at the Kota Station as an RJ). Yaar..'puchka'.. bada achcha word hai.. kuch ho skta hai ispar..dekho zara.."
Ek shikayat: mmmm.. pata nahi..
Ek Tareef : Silent creativity..!!.. a good idea comes from a bad one.. keep thinking!

5. VIJAY SIR: (Present Technical Head- Tadka Kota)
Dressed in a skin coloured T shirt.. one couldn't have even imagined, that this man is so... i mean.. he was 36.. but didn't even look like 26.. it was good. Shook hands in his first meeting with a short intro himself, "hi.. I am Vijay Singh Gaur.." Gaur sahab.. tab aur ab to different hain... Then I thought of him.. "so simple.." n today.. "ussey bhi simple..bus.. thoda'khat laga se' hi hai wo.." Thin, clear at heart.. and a 'bana'.

Ek shikayat: Why do you always have that paan masala with you.??
Ek Tareef : Aap achche ho.. bhala hi sochoge.!!

I think I can still write for others but time shall fall short.. readers..comment zaroor dena..!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

wedding bells..???

Hallo everyone.. (if you are reading..). I must re-admit blogging is an excellent affair. More than you write- you think what to write- this thinking takes more than half of the time- you rethink you have to write - again you waste a couple of days- and then, agar koi moohoort nikal jaaye.. start writing. So, aaj moohurt nikal hi gaya.
43 seconds ago, I received a call stating, "namaskaar, main Airtel company se jaikishan bol raha hoon. Aapka shubh naam jaan na chahoonga. Dhanyawaad.. naam batane ke liye. Main aapko batana chahta hoo ki airtel company ne aapko ek 'abcd' offer ke liye chuna hai..." More than anything I should have noticed his single route hard wave voice, but no... I couldn't notice that. Main kuch aur hi sochne lagi (sry, sochna bandiyon ka janm siddh adhikaar hai.)

My younger sis told me, Jiji.. papa was searching matrimonials.
Me - So.. must be doing it for jiji (my elder sis)
Younger Sis - No.. he said look for 2 guys.
Me - Ha.. to
Younger Sis - To kya.. he was searching it for you.
My expressions suddenly changed to shock.. Itried to smile, but I knew, I was angry.
Don't ask me how old I am, but yes I started my Rjing in my teens. So, you can imagine.
The fact is, with the aforesaid conversation, I suddenly felt a pain in my tummy. Recalled each moment when my office mates said, "Saavi ki bhi shaadi ek din ho jaayegi..phir ye apne bachcho ke saath office aayegi.." "Yaar.. teri shaadi mein dance kareinge..." "Teri shaadi mein dekhna.." "Kaisa ladka milega ise..??". With these lines, I told my colleagues each time, "Dilli abhi door hai..baal vivah karwaaoge kya?? no wedding bells..!" And they often said, "OOO Kyo nahi hogi... tujhe sochna to padega... hoga, aisa bhi hoga" I smiled, for I knew- Dilli really mein door hai.

But since the time my sis has narrated my parents' intentions, I am actually not able to smile. (nahhi... mere saath aisa kaise ho sakta hai... ek shaadi ke prastaav ki dahshat tum kya jaano rames babu..)lo.. phir bhi drama create kar rahi hoo..)Donno why, but this isn't pleasing me. Priyanka Chopra told in 'dostana', "Ye meri life ka plan nahi tha".. So even I guess, my life's not going according what I had planned.At least at this moment, I expect- nobody should even mention my wedding.
I strongly beleive, after a baal vivah the girl/boy is into the big boss house.. where no salman khan arrives, but yes- dolly bindras are always ready to shriek right on your head.An Ammaji from 'na aana iss des laado' is always ready to plot something, and a dadisa... she can ask you to cook loads for the whole gaanv any time.

You might feel... they are merely watching; you aren't getting married tomorrow. Truth. But some thoughts are ne'er too good. Donno how the actresses are able to marry themselves a couple of times..moreover, her dulha also changes each time..(how nirlajj). Here, I am trying to keep myself normal... par shayad ho hi nahi raha. God.. please help me.. so that I can craft my problem to my parents. And more than this, THEY SHOULD UNDERSTAND.

For the first time in my life I have realized- aapke next day ke show ke alawa bhi apko kuch trouble trouble lar sakta hai..! bless me!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Ek RJ ko prem patr...!??

The life's good...I must say... RJing is not that bad... experiences bade alag alag type ke hote hain...hehehe...

One of the RJs once said, "I love my job..because I can even stay back in my office.. with the PAYJAMAS on..." But dear reader.. I affirm there are still better reasons to be an RJ (But yes.. confusions do come free..)

So another co co co co coooooooo post..(sorry.. feeling kuch aisi hi thi)


It was 9:47 in the morning. I had just completed my link and was preparing for the next one. My console phone imitated itself once again. It rang, and I picked up the receiver. A male voice over on the other end said " I LOVE YOU..". Technically, I should have actually reacted like half blushing Madhuri Dixit...with my hands on my face "kya kaha tumne...?? zara phir se kaho...??" But yes, nothing of the sort happened. Instead, I laughed back. And now the pramukh Jhalkiyan of our conversation.


Banda: I LOVE YOU(speed itni thi.. ki rakhi sawant sharmaa jaaye)
Me: Naam kya hai tumhara..?
Banda: Wo nahi bata sakta..
Me: Arey pyar karne waale darte nahi hai,.. naam nahi bataoge, to it will be difficult.
Banda: Nahi..
Me : Achcha tumne kya meri aawaaz sunkar pyaar kiya hai??
Banda: Nahhi.. maine aapko dekha hai.. roz dekha...
Me: achcha to you must be humare guard sahab... wo roz milte hain humse (mind ..i wasn't able to see our guard sahab then.)
Receiver Kept..i kept thinking wide..(even wild//!!huh!)

Banda: Hallo... Saavi..??
Me: Yes.. Kaun bol Rahe hain?
Banda: Hum...??
Me: Kaha call lagaya hai aapne??.
Banda: Tadka..
Me : Ha.. kahiye..
Banda: Main aapko chahne laga hoo...
Me (laughing): achcha...kab se..??
Banda: Bahut Din ho gaye..
Me: To aaj kaise kehne ki sochi?
Banda: Ab aapke bina jee nahi sakta..
Me: Achcha..To phir...??? jaante ho.. pyar kise kehte hain..??
Banda: Nahi..bas pyar ho gaya..
Me : Jeetu.. bachche ho tum.. pyar jaante bhi nahi ho...
Banda: Nahhi.. mujhe kuch mat sikhaao.. main jaanta hoo. Mujhese shaadi karogi??
Me: abhi??? Are you alrirght...?? nashta kiya..
Banda: nahi..pyaar karta hoo.. tum phone rakhogi.. to main phir karoonga.. bye..!!
Receiver Kept..i still kept thinking wide..(even wild//!!huh!)

I think, I can still mention CASE III, CASE IV.. or even more. But then lamba ho jaayega.. aap bhi sochoge.. apni luv stories sunane ke liye aur koi nahi mila..?? So no more.. Simply.. thinking.. kya RJs ko prem patra aise hi bheje jaate hain?? Phone ghumao.. n say.. "I L U".. Easy hai yaar..! Phone par dikhta bhi nahi.. so aur bhi easy hai yaar..!! bandi ka bhai aur papa bhi nahi... to to aur bhi easy hai yaar!! .I wonder, by the time I'll actually receive a full fledged proposal, how will I react. (Abhi tak to iss maarg ki sabhi laainen vyast hai..!)
Finally in my own words, how do I feel on each Prem purn call..

1. Has the unemployment grown that high, that the bandas have nothing to do Except love. (Kuch nahi mila- chalo pyaar karte hain...)
2. Sach bol bhi rahe hain ya nahi.. kitno ko kaha hai mujhse pehle..?
3. Log kitne filmi hote hain...How can they fall in love with a voice.. AAWAAZ se pyaar??? bahut na-insaafi hai re...
4. At times, guys behave a little different- sharma kyo rahe hain...(begum pt 2!)??
5. When I am explaining them things... they mean it "Seriously kyon nahi le rahi...?" But dear reader I mean it- my personal profile doesn't match with this- My parents are definitely not thinking about my wedding. (no wedding bells..)
6. Frankly speaking, my family is still ready to listen to me - I simply mean- boyfriends are generally used to talk of topics like- Maine haircut kaunsa karwaya, boss se kis baat par ladai hui, chhoti sis ke notes kab present karne hain..etc. For this my family does exist..!
7. Why do guys ask that question... "pehle se koi hai kya..??" Why don't they check out my chirkut or facebook status.. it's still 'single'
8. Iski koi girlfriend nahi hai kya...?? I mean kya ek Rj hi mili ..??
9. I think it happens with each RJ.. how do they react then...??
10. Is it that easy to talk of the three golden words..?? Dialogue yaad karo.. and vomit it!! (Main to shree devi ho gayi..!)

I must not lie but this has been a blog post where I am most confused.. Abhi tak nahi pata how should I end. My boss says, even if a dog barks on air.. log kaheinge.."kya bhonkta hai yaar.. amazzing!!" So there I think.. hai to wo bhi ek aawaaz hi.. and now-, SAWAL PAANCH KAROD KA.. CAN ANYBODY FALL IN LOVE WITH A VOICE...??

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Ek social networking site ka chaska....@!!

Writing is fun at times. And the best part.. when you feel like returning... JUST DO IT..!! (kam se kam ye aapki 1st wife jaisa to nahi hai... that you can't even return..!! wow.!) Well...Finally,after much delay.. an October blog post arrives.

With a recent update, I have been 2 yrs and 9 months old with Rjing. And that reminds me my another love at first sight -a SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE. You must be thinking what does that mean.(If not.. please think.!) So the fact is, I actually sunk into Internet with the combo of Rjing only. When I wasn't an RJ.. school didn't let us use the social sites, and the other way round papa thought.. 'bachchi bigad gayi to...??'.
Gmail, Orkut, Yahoo were somethings we never heard of... and Facebook with Twitter.. It was hard to dream. (Ab ye mat sochna... arrey... saavi ko chirkut nahi pata tha...? it's OK... Papa kehte hain...Top 3 ranks mein aane ke liye itna chalta hai...).

I remember, in the first month of my RJing my co-RJ told..." sab Rjs ka orkut profile hota hai.. nahi to unke fans unse kaise baat kareinge???" And there, I almost felt like Lady Shahrukh Khan... (mere bhi fans honge?? woww!!) So now, without the next single thought, I jumped into Orkut. Scraps, testimonials, home,photos, videos, privacy.. and what not?? everything excites us to such a blunder mode. I remember, When I received the first Testimonial.. It was such a drama... arrey... people like me... this one knows my name... and she.. she has mentioned what I speak on air. He likes my 'humse bachke kahan jaaoge babu...' and this one...'kitty kitty kota...'. Whenever any listener asked.."aap on line kab  aate ho...??" It felt like... are the people waiting for me...?? And the dialogue..."aap busy hain kya.... ?? aap to jawaab hi nahi dete...??" almost made you re-feel like Shahrukh Khan. If by chance you saw a competitor Rj's name in your recent visitors...It was another proud (pata hai... aaj mujhe kisne visit kiya..??) I wonder, if I should have seen myself then... i should have probably sunk to see myself that way... (oooo...kitni dramebaaz thi main....!!) 

Well... with this, if you are thinking... its over... it is actually the first chapter... kahaani to abhi baaki hai mere dost. FACEBOOK abhi baaki hai mere dost. 

I Joined Facebook... I guess 3-4 months ago. Again thanks to my boss.( Pata nahi kitni baar kahoongii... unki TRP to mere blog se hi double ho jaayegi..!) A few revelations..

1.The first day, or rather the first minute.. it felt like .. "Kya hai ye..??? Iss par baat kaise karte hain.. lo... humare yahan to logo ko do gaj zameen nahi milti... yahan to poori ki poori wall de daali  hai.. aur uspar bhi aapki marzi se likh do...(rang de basanti..!)... aur wo bhi sab padh sakte hain??.

2. A few parts being..Select your profile pic, give the official details, Name yourself (naam bhi asli chahiye yahan), Likes too (ye sahi tha..jab kuch na keh kar do... but yahan bhi prob hai... ek friend ne likha...'i'm sad..'..kuch kehna bhi nahi.. par like bhi kaise karoon???:(.

3. Kisi ke daant mein dard tha... he shared this with his status. Another friend had a breakup.. he copied a dard bhara sms from his in box. Ek bande ko kucch nahi mila... T-shirt ka quote de diya. Kisi event ka promotion ho to Facebook... Kisi ka b'day to facebook.

4. One even gets gifts like 2 barrel fuel, a cow, milk etc. also. I guess.. it's only obituary that i haven't read on the wall.(iska bhi bharosa nahi/... kya pata I see it the next moment.. bless me!!) 

5. And recently, another 'chonchla' of the facebook.. 'LOOK SOMEBODY HAS ANSWERED A QUESTION ABOUT YOU..' Now the questions being...

Do you think Rj Saavi has slapped anyone?
Would you trust Rj Saavi with your life?
Do you think Rj Saavi is a gold digger?
Has Rj Saavi showered today?
Do you think Rj Saavi is a flirt?
Do you think Rj Saavi ever dated somebody?
Now can any mamma ka beta tell me, what has these questions to do with my immediate life? Flirting, dating, slapping and even my social networks mean this??? Par koi nahi.. I will manage.(i have to manage..!)

6. Yahan pata hi nahi chalta.. that anybody visited you... koi competitor RJ or so.... But yes.. humne visit kiya to bhi kaise pata chale...?

7. After joining Facebook.. ab Chirkut par nazar hi nahi dalti.. recently..582 fren req. on chirkut... (yeeee!!)

Vaise.. don't you think...i named my post.. 'Ek social networking site ka chaska..' soooooo.. i have to discuss the chaska also.. so dear reader.. I must admit.. however hard I have condemned the social networking part of this facebook... phir bhi... sapno mein aapka naya facebook status hi aata hai... dhai ghante lagte hain ye sochne mein..'uss pic par comment kya daaloon?'... office main enter hone par boss ke main se pehle face book khulta hai... And before the 'haal chaal' they generally ask..'toone mera naya status dekha?' Friends imagine..."ye to facebook ka naya status ho gaya.." all in all ye to facebook ki mahamaya hai re...!!

But otherwise... iss mahamaya se nibatne ka tareeka....keep facebooking!!

Friday, September 17, 2010

ten on one... one on ten!

Blogging has been pretty unexpected now... I mean.. I never knew that the blogs lend you the chance to be tagged. Anyways, this has been interesting. Nipun... thanks for tagging me. Though I have tried hard to keep myself in my normal reactions... but rest up to the readers...

10 How's:

1. How did you get one of your scars? –It was in the parlour last year. I was getting my eye browse set.. and yes.... somehow the string got entangled with my skin.. leaving a scar little smaller than that of harry...(now guys... don't go for searching the same in my profile pics..hahahaah)
2.  How did you celebrate your last birthday? -SHANTIMAY.... by god's grace it was a sunday... so... only a few messages plus calls..
3.  How are you feeling at this moment? - HOT...(bukhaar main aisi hi feeling aati hai...!)
4.  How did your night go last night?- dark...starful... winds blowing...dogs barking... night jaisi night thi yaar...
5. How did you do in high school? -Pretty well... I studied- did you go to flirt..??
6. How did you get the shirt you’re wearing? -Thanks to the indian economy...they introduced the concept of 'buying and selling'- The shopkeeper sold it and I obviously paid for it..!
7. How often do you see your best friend(s)? -Do I have Best friends???? Must not lie... but I do not believe in differentiation..or discrimination... so all friends... no best friends..!
8. How much money did you spend last month? - As much as Pa gave me..(ya.. in this context... i am Pa's girl..)
9. How old do you want to be when you get married?-Why??? Who's proposing me??
10. How old will you be at your next birthday? -present age +1
Nine what’s:
1. Your mothers name?- Abhi naam nahi rakha hai.. pyaar se mamma hi bulaate hain...
2. What did you do last weekend? As usual on a show.. and yes pleased my mamma with a vegetable I cooked!
3. What is the most important part of your life?Life- Family- RJing
4. What would you rather be doing?Reading my coursebook for masters...(mamma.. getting happier..yee!)
5. What did you last cry over? It was recently itself. (and yes.. for this question.. the answer will be the same forever..i guess ). I cried for my boss.
6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? Peace (not piece!)
7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? donno..
8. What are you worried about?My next show's trigger..
9. What did you have for breakfast? 4 soaked almonds...5 munakka...1 glass of milk...
Eight you’s:
1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?Noooooo- when nobody does this with me... why should I repay them without a reason...(no b/f........!)
2. Have you ever had your heartbroken? Yes... when in kuch kuch hota hai... kajol cries in rain...tujhe yaad na meri aayi......:(
3. Have you ever been out of the country? Plz. don't ask me this question... my sobs double chutti.. no trips!
4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? mmmmmmmm... Ya I do sit quiet in the studios...!
5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend? Yes... and they were.....grrrrrrr!
6. Have you ever had sex on the beach? hahah.. Krupaya... bachche ki umra dekhkar sawal poochein...
7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you? Yes..!! she was my sis... and i tell you... she talks wonderful.. on a vacant chhat..!
8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day? YAAAAA... the book was called... 'THUMBLINA' pages... 29..font size 24...
Seven who’s:
1. Who was the last person you saw? Chaukidaar uncle with a black vardi.. he handed me the studio keys..
2. Who was the last person you texted? Myself... I wrote for myself.
3. Who was the last person you hung out with? Chanky... vaibi... toshi..
4. Who was the last person to call you? Deepanshu... a very cute caller/ in kota for studies.
5. Who did you last hug? My father.At doctor uncle's...(main mar to nahi jaaoongi... :()
6. Who is the last person who texted you? chinks
7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? My niece
Six where’s:
1. Where does your best friend(s) live? - In my heart... (main ye banakar bol rahi hoo..)
2. Where did you last go? Studios to office space..
3. Where did you last hang out? A restraunt
4. Where do you go to school? Kota
5. Where is your favorite place to be? My listeners' talks... n i wish they always say "...achcha hai...sounds good!"
6. Where did you sleep last night? room main.
Five do’s:
1. Do you think anyone likes you? hhehe.. pata nahi..
2. Do you ever wish you were someone else?No- I am happy to be me..
3. Do you know the muffin man? na... is it something special?
4. Does the future scare you? Finally… ek serious ques...good! Yes- It feels.. m watching Ramu's Phoonk - chapter 9.
5. Do your parents know about your blog? Na... forget blogging... they never ask me about my Rjing also
Four Why's...:
1. Why are you best friends with your best friend? Now you are purposely embarrassing me... I already told best friends..
2. Why did you get into Blogging? Because.. blogger was available...n yes,,. my boss suggested me to blog.
3. Why did your parents give you the name you have? Papa was maintaining the rhyme...
4. Why are you doing this survey? Arrey... I have been tagged for the first time...mazaak hai kya??
Three if’s:
1. If you could have one super power what would it be?No super powers.. only a simple power... to speak sense and behave logical.
2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? It's ok.... No change... jab tak puraani cheezien buri nahi hongi... unki buraai kaise karoongi??
3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring? A glass piece... for signals.
Two would-you-ever’s:
1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?Yes.. EX-pressions, Ex-citement.
2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? Yes, (But please arrange a wig!).
One last question:
1. Are you happy with your life right now? Yaaaaa. Studios mein achcha lag raha hai..

Now was already fun to answer the wunnerful questions... I wish to tag somebody... I tag.. RJ Sanjal, Toshi, Vaibhav and S. Kumar and even others who wish to take up the tag. Please be generous to answer...!!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

driving.........??? aah !!

The day seems not too pleasing... (tabiyat theek nahi hai na..isiliye..), but never mind.. when days are not fine... writings should be. So, after a previous semi-hit Blog post (aisa main samajhti hoo...sry!).. let me re-begin!!

After a dramatic thought over what to write on blogs, I finally decided that I can share another IGNORANCE of mine...Guess what...???

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DRIVE. Ammmazzing isn't it?? (If you didn't feel amazing.. I must specify... YOU HAVE TO FEEL AMAZING!!.. for I write for this purpose itself... @!). Neither a two wheeler nor a four wheeler. But yes, if you can ask me to drive public (crazy) I can still give it a try (RJing..!). I remember, I learnt to ride a bi-cycle in class 8.. and when I shared the same thought with a class mate in those days... she retorted, " itni jaldi hi kyon seekhi... thoda aur late seekh leti..". I almost felt like telling her..'it's at least i have learn t... people don't even learn... and they simply bump into people!!' . But then, I thought it's Ok... if she cannot understand.. why waste words...? (hahhhah).

Well..Similar reactions are what I receive as a frequent gift hamper, as and when any 'driving learnt mahanubhaav' realizes "Saavi ko driving nahi aati???", they leave their mouth that wide open, that even a rat can run in n out,- which is immidiately followed by... "to seekh le  na... Ab to tujhe driving aani chahiye... I tell you... bahut faayda  hoga...yaar... you can go anywhere...!" . As usual, I listen to them, keep my mouth blunt shut... re-decide...'main bhi driving seekhoongi'.. and the idea soon.

It's not this way...that I don't wanna learn driving... but as other works.."kabhi zaroorat hi nahi padi...". Thanks to my parents, my sis and my office mates... who have never troubled me with any driving couches. They are actually too considerate to collect and drop me as a courier parcel (added with a raseed also.. lo jama karwake jaa rahe hain ise... please dekh leejiye auntie...).

And yes,I must admit... my each drive event is all a story of... "how to behave as a back-seater". In fact, to present the advantages of being a back seater...

1. You don't have to worry to be can actually tell the person who's driving..."Yaar.. late kyo aaya.. dekh... ab teri wajah se boss daateinge..."
2. You can actually cherish the thought of being a 'Raaychand'. Please understand with an example:
as my younger sis carries me anywhere and everywhere. as I continuously GUIDE her..." Aisa kar saamne waale ki gaddi main ghusa de... khel khatam ye... na tu.. aur na driving!" 
3. Along with this.. by the time the person in front of you is driving, you can always.. search triggers (rjing ke liye khaas), watch the traffic vyavastha (about which you have to comment the next day), watch girls with better dressing sense.. (however, in this area even guys can enter.. if they deservvvvvv...!.)
4. another petty thought.. you feel lovely to wake up somebody unnecessarily...(without realizing his/her trouble).." Chalo...mujhe chhodne kaun chalega...??"
5. You don't have to wait for anybody.. as the driving one is actually waiting for you.."kab aayegi ye ladki..?"
6. Nobody's papa can ever wake you up for any special driving causes..for example/.. "bhua aa rahi hai.. tu jaa kar le aa..." OR .. "beta... shaadi ke liye gift laana hai...chalo chalte hai.."
7. You actually do not let the people know... that you don't know.. that raasta...(yesssss!)
8. Though you have to act as a carrier backstage.. but it's Ok... It's at least better that holding the -'ilzaam of kar diya na accident..! '
9. Plus.. the Chaalaan charges do not bite your pocket..
10. Licensing formalities..with gaadi ka insurance are other activities that you are saved from.....and...
above thissssss

not to lie.. I think I can still invent a few more points... but  ab jhoot na bola jaayega...purely.. I SIMPLY WANNA LEARN DRIVING..
any tips....???

Monday, September 6, 2010

life's different...!!

I must admit... blogging is not an easy affair.... the blog setting confuses me at times... in fact, it has been plenty times that i try to read mine.. but end up into somebody else's...(probably i have to stop reading my own blogs...aah). Any ways with a hope I'll learn soon... another post...

life's different... life's 'chuttiless' !!

Last friday, I completed my 800 shows on air without a miss (people call me the most regular RJ of the city!). Urgently I should feel like Muthaiyyaa Muralidharan or Maruti 800, but sorry to say nothing of this track followed me. In fact, it threw me into the backup memories of my life, where I never wanted myself to be an RJ.

I gave in my auditions because my sis wanted me to... and then because it was quite a little far away from my house, I joined my office. I wasn't my immediate boss's choice nor was I extraordinarily smart (in eyes of myself.. but donno about other heads), but still I was in. When I started working- I thought, I should speak...  10 days later, I thought I should be able to speak with the fader on...  another month later I thought I should be able to speak for 45 secs., two months still forward.. I thought I should be able to speak what People wanted from me.... and finally.. within, six months I felt - 'even I can speak of my choice.. which could be people's choice also!!' So Rjing, is not an easy stunt. And I re-learn from it, each day. Sometimes, it's far more from different.. BUT I AM HAPPY..@!

Well now, when U have known a little about my Rjing staircase, back to 800. So, initially when I had begun... I had never thought that I'll spell my life with RJ ing so regularly... I attended the office so regularly, just because of the following reasons. or in other words I owe my thanks to...
1. My thought, "chutti lene ka koi overspecial reason hi nahi"
2. My office guys, they arranged work or me so regularly.
3. My parents and my family never let me do even my work..(college forms..PAN cards etc.)
4. My boss.. who after 500 episodes thought 'I could do it!'
5. My college... where (by god's grace) the exam timings didn't even clash with the show's (jahan regular student hote hue bhi..I don't attend my college that regularly). on exam days I could rush to my show after exam or vice versa..
6. off-course.. my mike and console...that never went off for three regular hours.... my chair that never broke during the show... our traffic authorities and roads...with which i never met with an accident... my mobile that was on... whenever my boss wanted me on air... the machchars of my house n office,,,.. that ne'er ended me into..malaria...n the list is endless...!
(Please observe the repitition of the word 'regularly' because it can remind you.. I really never took a holiday...).

Anyways, after the thanks giving programme of mine, I should actually share, how 'chhuttiless' it feels when you are regularly on work. So now, for a next few lines.. i have to feel worse than a pensioner.. who has to get much... but gets nothing!!

My Experiences in short (not shorts!:)) The side effects of being a regular RJ..
1. After 6mths of my regular RJing, my Mamma Papa have automatically kept me out of any XYZ holiday plan. However (out of my fear), they still ask me..'chalegi kya..???' immediately followed by... 'ye kaise jaayegi..?'
2. No holiday packagers can ever contact me...!... guides NEVER feel free to catch my numbers... I never get any holiday tour sms's (yeee!)
3. When the office mates are actually discussing their trips, none of them fail to ask me... "yaar tu last time out of station kab gayi thi...???" (Which in turn is followed by a few 'non heard-able comments.)
4. The fact is... I am never able to put my 'yaatra'/ journey experiences on air...No Trains...No Buses... no journeys...!?.. (sirf sadko par chalti hoo... khayalon mein travel karti hoon ..!)
5. My Family members now feel skeptical to even launch a family function... followed by....beta tu chutti to le legi na...!?..
6. I almost bury myself into the core of the earth... when my collegues... my listeners.. my kaam waali aunti ji... the pegion next door...or any actor on television...also talks of moving to another city...
7. i almost feel...'na jaana kisi des laado...'or ''agle janam mohe RJ na keejo..'
8. i shall never be able to tell anybody...'ghaat ghaat ka paani pia hai maine..' city change no ghaat change..
9. but with this my office is all happier... Why?/ DOOSRI JOB KE LIYE BHI INTERVIEW DENE BAAHAR HI JAANA PADTA HAI...
10. My CL...(LEAVES....)...
sorry getting sen-tier... can't write any more.. bye..!!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

how to hide the poor...???

I heard it once as a famous dialogue, "clear crime...not criminals"
Who spoke and when- is out of my memory, but I know it's one of the heaviest dialogues, for even I could feel the weight on my shoulders. However, don't worry- I do not wish to create any more exaggeration to the matter. It's simply that I heard something similar to this.

To describe, soon it will time for the commonwealth and our government is purely interested in its success (WOW!!). In the same context, the Delhi government is making hard wave efforts to beautify Delhi (however the more it tries, the least it beautifies- eg. rootless poles, blistered roads, and smashing corruption wealth...sounds good!). And now as an extension, they are trying to hide the poor. So the boiling question is...HOW TO ACTUALLY HIDE THE POOR....

Let's Guess...

As the first suggestion, I feel that the Delhites should better close their eyes as soon as they see any poor. In fact, each tourist board for the commonwealth time period should be marked with a note- 'Please close your eyes with the sight of any poor. We shall think you are praying, but OUR WORK IS DONE!!.   And yes- don't forget to mention a Thank you.

If by chance this measure fails and we cannot force 'each one to close tonne', lets ask our officials to avail on rent- metres of curtains. Imagine, on each gully-cum-nukkad, national highway, railway station, bus stand or others, a waterproof curtain (neela waala) is hung along. And with the plan of 'conceal on sight', each so-called-poor shall run to our curtain every now and then. (Giving the couch potato look to each corner of Delhi....luka chuppi bahut hui...!). NOTE-Do not think of -affordability- as our government already has a lot of this..via taxes.

Next to mention is- Let's contact Aamir Khan. The 'oh-teri!' actor is actually known to lend the poor 'peepli' chance to exhibit what they are. Therefore in this case, we shall request Aamir to please construct another movie on a 90 degree angle, with a shooting schedule of at least 47 days. The peeplis shall act then n there and Completion of  Common wealth shall bring the 'poor' back..all in a moved avatar (3-d..!).

If by chance, even this idea fails... catch the contacts of Raamse Brothers. Why? They could lend us plenty 'naqaabs'. In this case, the government could distribute the same veils on each ration store, (that too with a discount). Infact, this shall  not only mark another  success of Government, but also raise its rare vision. And, I am sure, the Commonwealth will GET  IT!



Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dog Day...............???

"There is Father's Day, Mother's Day,Friendship Day, etc. But no dog day? Every Dog has his day... but when?"
..........................................................Anupam Kher (tweets on the business of dedicating days)

Now that is something maliciously written by Anupam Kher on his tweet board last day. You must be thinking why 'maliciously'? I have a better reason. Its because he causes quite a lot injury by not counting 'them' as dogs.
(Who them???)

We are brave and intelligent people now, read newspapers each day, watch television every hour and go bonkers over matters each minute. Who of us ne'er know about - Suresh Kalmadi (the country's common wealth super treasurer) or Kaushik (the 'scandal'ising hockey team coach) ...and yet we purposely fail to count them as 'dogs'???

Anyways, I was here to talk on the part of poor dogs! So dear reader, most of us count dogs as no-less-than Gulshan Grover  (the bad man of the area) ,treat their tongues like the hanging gardens ; and instantly don't even forget to award them with adjectives like ...'dhobi ka kutta..' (sorry, but I do not mean to disgrace dhobi or even kutta.. but it's something like ... doesn't sound good!).

I myself possess two dogs namely, Blockbuster and Tuffy, and somehow, I actually feel that no dog is that rogue or knave as he is disgraced. Infact, it seems that the dogs feel rather humiliated when they are compared to the politicians-type-human beings. In a short interview, the dog clarifies-

QUES: Sir, as Anupam Kher asks, when do you wish to declare the 'dog day'?
ANS: Anytime, that Dharam Pa ji is ready. Actually, our blood accounts for him.

QUES: Still, what time Sir?
ANS: It should be simply 'day', but if you force...14 Aug is shall match .(????)

QUES: This has been typical. On one hand you are marked loyal- but right opposite, your name is used for disgracing people?
ANS: Even for us this has been a muddle. We never could understand why did it happen. Infact, we conducted a meeting quite back, where most of us suggested that this must have been due to our eyes- that shed  'kameenapan...' , but in that case even rahul mahajan/ sherlyn chopra should be...

QUES: Another question your 'twisted tail' is a much talked tale.....?
ANS: Even that is a short talk, truthfully , for this Big B should be contacted. He ne'er endorsed Polio at that time, as a result of which we ne'er could avail the 'Polio Ka Teeka..'

QUES: Your night cries give us night mares... when do you cry then?
ANS: Charlie Chaplin said 'cry in rain'...but at that moment we are busy on overtime, so have to manage at night. moreover, the humans make it still busier during day time... the more they cry, the more they get.. so ultimately its the night that lays vacant.

QUES: You had been described in a movie also... 'roadside romeo.....' .How was the experience?
ANS: was actually as a dog should feeeeel.....Infact, as a neta feels...after his speech... (the mobile trinnnnngssssss)