Monday, September 28, 2015

Meri Shaadi.. And the worldly worries!

29th September 2015… What a date!


Arey.. Bade dino baad maine kalam jo uthaayi hai… aaj phir blog jo likhna hai! Last time ke apne makaanmaalik ki buraaiyon ke baad.. . aaj phir kisi ki buraai karne ka mann ho raha hai.. But na.. exactly, it’s not burai.. But something’s making me think.. Rather more than think..!

And ladies n gentlemen… that’s none other than.. ‘Meri Shaadi!’

Yes dear reader, you read that right- it’s meri shaadi. It’s not so that I’m writing about my wedding for the first time.. But certainly this time it’s lot more ‘gyaanological’ and still has been reaching to no conclusions. Believe me- it’s the first time in my life that I have realized that there can be a huger problem than “global Warming’, a worse situation than IRCTC site ka atak jaana, and a stickier shootout than having Rakhi Sawant on your site! ..

Kul milakar life ki mixie mein hum piskar reh gaye hain.. Jaahan ek taraf humare tamaam purane dost/Dostniyan apni shaadi aur bachchon ki photo facebook pe daal rahe hain.. aur hum abhi bhi career ki daal paka rahe hain.. aur oopar se apke cousins/ chhoto ki wedding aapse pehle.. !! Seriously ye to gunaah ho gaya..! Aur babuji.. is at this moment that we realize that the whole world wants you to get married..jaise shaadi nahi.. Government ki nayi muft LED baanto yojna ho gayi. So in a next few lines.. I’m here to recite the long poems of gyaan about my wedding that everyone gives..

1. My colleague who is married: Arey shaadi to karni hi padegi.. aaj karo chahe kal.. itni buri bhi nahi hai ye shaadi.. (Here he actually means to say- main akela kyu bhugtu.. tum bhi shaadi karo.. khushi se door ho jaao!)
2. My listener who’s met me: Saavi di! Shadi kab kar rahe ho.. aapki shaadi mein dance karna hai.. (Arey bhai.. DJ floor to padosi ki shaadi mein bhi ho sakta hai.. Saavi ki shaadi mein konsa muhurt nikaal kar dance hoga?)
3. My Senior who appointed me: Bhai bata dena.. kab shaadi kar rahi ho.. naya RJ dekhna padega na! (But I love my profession.. I’m not leaving it!)
4. My friend on whatsapp: Aur ji.. shaadi ka kya scene?Kya naya? Kitne ladke dekhe? (OK! I donno Maths!)
5. My relatives who have been out of my life since months: Maine suna koi ladka dekha tha..Do maheene pehle (O really.. maine ladka dekha.. mujhe hi nahi pata!!)
6. My XYZ who love to talk of my wedding: Ab to high time hai.. shaadi kar lena hi best hoga.. (Ok! Mujhe to pata hi nahi tha.. I thought ye to teerth jaane ki umr hai)
7. My acquaintances who have come to know my surname: Arey saavi apne samaaj mein Parichay sammela ho raha hai.. tum register karwa lo (Meri shaadi bhi main hi fix karoon?!)
8. My Colleague who is younger to me: Madam.. ek laadka hai meri nazar mein..badhiya hai pasand kar lo.. nahi to main dhoondhta hu aapke liye.. (Ha bhai.. aur koi chara to bacha hi nahi//..)
9. My parents: Beta koi dekh le.. bata de.. (Dear Mama papa… dekhna hi hota to.. itne saal na dekh leti.. you know aapke vichaar, sanskaar mujhme bhi hai..)
10. And then.. there are some people who are as innocent as me.. who as soon as I mention the name wedding – narrate their similar experiences – where the world wants them to gat married and they are practically clueless as to why o why! (Pratadit hain na..!)
Aur in sab ke beech mein hum to aaj bhi apni job se pyaar karte hain.. jaise kal karte the.. So wedding! Pata nahi!

Please see: This content is purely a part of non fiction and real life incidence.. jinhe seriously lena mana hai!

Best wishes

Thursday, June 4, 2015


No apologies… no excuses… I know it has been months that I wrote. But then time hi nahi mil raha tha. Aur kuchh bura likhne se achchha mat hi likho.. Right??

Anyway, time to write again. Aur aaj to kisi ki buraai karne ka bada mann hai. Aur ye kisi koi aur nahi- mere landlords hain. To be specific, it has been more than 18 months in Jodhpur now. And believe me the worst part of being alone was – having pathetic landlords. (Wo kya hai- kota mein kabhi kiraye par rehne ki zaroorat nahi padi… ghar ka ghar than na!!) In fact, for the first time in my life I realized, if a girl – single girl is living out of her home town, the people assume- ZAROOR KOI MAJBOORI HOGI! Arey bhai talent bhi koi cheez hai.
If you are still not getting- what I mean to say, let me narrate it simply. Actually I came to Jodhpur on 12th Dec 2013 for my job off course. It was here that I met a team which was ready to help me. From kota I had Vikas Sir and Anu Bhabhi. (Wonderful people- they made my life quite livable). In fact, as I came here, Vikas Sir told that there was a separate portion, where I could stay back on rent. I saw the portion- sort of liked it- and shifted from the hotel.
The good news here was that Anu Bhabhi and Vikas Sir were really good. They made me feel like home. I could go for shopping, talking, sharing and much more. But as they say, God balances everything- so I had my share of Bad people too. My landlords!! Aah! So in the next few lines, my experiences with my landlords!

1. They judged every tenant (though I don’t like to use that word for me.. but they think the same. huh). In fact money was a huge issue. The third question they asked me was- What is your salary? Grow up dude.. you are not my HR that I discuss my salary with you.

2. Their calculation… oh God! One fine evening, I came home and was cooking my meal, the lady came and handed me over the bijli ka bill- 360 units for a month. My head whirled. I told what? 360 units? At my home in kota with 8 rooms- three portions- still the bill isn’t 360 units. She argued thinking- I was not ready to pay. Finally, I saw the meter reading- and guess what? IT WAS 36 UNITS INSTEAD OF 360! And I was like… aah! And the way she argued.. God queen Victoria!

3. One day I was in a hurry. Probably, out of my mistake, I left the bathroom’s light switched on. And when I returned the lady came to me saying-“ you know what, you left the light on- aise to bijli ki line par load padega” And I actually flipped all my rules to science asking myself… kya 12 watt ki CFL itna load daal sakti hai ki line trip ho jaaye? Maana ki meri science buri hai..par itni!! Ohh no! I explained the lady- don’t trouble yourself with such bad ideas- I’ll pay you!

4. One evening, she came to me and said- leave the keys to your room to me when you leave- my kids will use the bathroom. And I was like- if you had to use it- why did you rent it? When I explained her about the impossibility of her great idea- she had her rata rataya line- ANU SE POOCHH LE.! And this time I was in temper. I told- what fish.. har baat anu se pooch le.. galat Idea tum laao.. aur anu se poochh le! And I actually called anu bhabhi to clear out that everything that they say is not right and definitely if they are wrong there is nothing like- anu se poochh le!

5. Another stance, I guess as media people we have to go to many events. And officially that’s like quite obvious too. But it is not obvious of your landlords to expect that even they will get the passes. Two reasons- one, that is professionally incorrect. Two, their own behavior wassn’t like the president of India. Haha

6. Next is an unbelievable one. Actually, being a jock my working hours are long. I have to meet authorities- who may be males too. I may get late and also my office males (who take care of me like heaven) will drop me home too. Looking at all these things they actually considered my job to be- ‘don’t know what’. But then on 26th January, 2015 their life took a shock bigger than earthquake. They saw my picture in the major newspapers – being awarded by the udyog mantra and district administration. I guess, because I never flaunted my work- they underestimated my work. It is then they chatted to me like- I was the best and last person in this world. Hahah.

Baaki I have much more to narrate- jo aap sun nahi paayenge.. so, amidst all these conversations, the best news is- I am leaving my landlords- because isse zyada hum le na paayenge..
But yes, I’d like to reiterate- just because I am out of my city does not mean I am helpless. I have a beautiful family and home- that’s my strength. So don’t judge me!

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Bura Waqt- English mein Bad time!!

August 2014… that was the last time I wrote my blog!
Dear Sunday Socks, believe me- I have missed you equally. And why didn’t I write? Because offcourse- main busy thi! And now you will probably say- ‘ Busy… huh! Karte kya hain ye RJ- Bas radio par bolte hi to hain! Off course you are right… but the for that bolna- there is a lot of homework- classwork- fieldwork n what not! Ya phir ye keh lijiye… Saavi ki aadaten kharaab hai. Office mein 12 hrs… oh God! Office nahi sasural ho gaya. Guess what! Last year I took mere two holidays- and this time I have been sent on a holiday.
Literally, my Ma’am told – Saavi go for a holiday… GO! GO!
So there I am on a holiday. 7 days. Wow!

And Dear Reader, one more good news it has been seven years in radio now! Seriously Seven years! (Though before being a jock I had been a teacher. Yaani saadhe aath saal to job mein hi ho gaye. Tabhi to itti khadus hu main hahahh… N wid those saadhe aath saal- do you wanna know my age… aah its 25 do din baad 26 years) Khair, to be really frank- these 7 years have taught me a lot. I met some wonderful people- mentors of my radio career- listeners, such lovable ones. In fact, these 7 years have given me an awesome record too. 1000 episodes without a holiday!
But with those aforesaid lines dear reader, if you think this has been just a good journey… believe me- it is not! There have been some real pathetic times too. Jahan meri galti bhi nahi thi… but I was the sufferer. Thanks to some good people and my wonderful family- they kept me going! Nahi to apna fuel to kab ka khatm ho chuka tha. In fact, today I wish to narrate such a struggle knit time itself.

Actually, do you know how did 1000 episodes happen? Nah! I’ll let you know, I was in Kota, my first boss- RJ Sanjal called one fine afternoon n asked, “ Saavi tune shuruwaat se chutti nahi li hai na? Zara batana to kitne episode hue honge tere…” N I literaaly sat with a calendar to count. After say 12-15 minutes I called boss- “ Boss meri calculation kehti hai –aaj 499 hue honge” And then the other day a promo was aired- saying –RJ Saavi ke 500 episode poore! I wasn’t consulted and it actually it came as a wonderful surprise as for the first time a press release was published in my name- Tadka par RJ Saavi ke 500 episode poore. (Because I worked with Rajasthan’s No. 1 daily- press release was placed by my boss’s efforts. Actually, being a real strong media house- we had all coordination with the editorial department!) If you ask me I felt good- kyonki main ek bahut normal bandi hoo- I had never thought that life could be such good- RJ banna meri life ka plan tha bhi nahi. So jitna mila ooparwaale ne diya.

But then after these 500 hundred episodes- the listeners of Kota counted my episodes. More than me they were interested. This is what you call love of listeners. So now, no holiday purposely. I am an asthmatic, but because of the record even on days of bad health, I was on air. And listeners supported!
But the good days continued till 650 episodes only. Say why? Because my boss RJ Sanjal left the organization after my 650 episodes. I don’t know, how many of you believe that but a supportive boss makes it much easier to operate. To do. To accomplish. But without him- such a brotherly figure now what? Dear reader, you would ask me- Saavi show to aapko karna tha…isme boss kya karenge? I’ll tell you. Actually, then the people don’t want your good work to come forward. To explain it better, jab 500 episodes hue they, my boss mailed everyone from the higher authorities to mark my hard work. Many higher authorities of such huge organization called up to congratulate me. Par ab after 650 episodes those authorities who did not have good terms with my previous boss, didn’t even wish to narrate those episodes for which I was still working real hard. I talked to boss on calls after his departure. And I am happy, unhone humesha kaha- Saavi go on! Frankly, maine kabhi apne kaam se gaddari nahi ki- otherwise kai baar man karta hai ki chhodo sab..!

Par ek baat aur hai- sometimes, things have to happen. Bura waqt aata to hai. And it did come.
I remember, I had my exams in year 2011- April 2011- The month when I completed 1000 episodes . Yaani Saavi made for her show in the morning till 11 and then ran for her exam. Already manage karne ke liye itna kuchh aur oopar se… aap sure bhi nahi hain ki ye record set ho jaane ke baad bhi logon ko pata lag bhi paayega ya nahi. Aur kuchh dar sach bhi ho jaate hain.

And now, on 22nd April 2011, I did complete my 1000 episodes on air. But no promo was aired. No press release came in. Imagine, I came from the largest daily of Rajasthan but no one knew I had a record except my listeners. None of my seniors knew that. Why? Because my immediate seniors did not want my record to be displayed. This was the time that I questioned myself – Saavi… kyon itni mehnat ki? Why o why? I cried. Because I gave 1000 precious days of my life to radio. Par ab kya..? I remember, my parents were really happy with my accomplishment. They distributed sweets to my whole staff of 120. Undoubtedly, those who were in Kota office were happy- but no support from head office broke me. As I am reminded, I went to meet the editorial staff- mithai lete time wo bole- achchha aap hain saavi ji? Par khabar kyon naho dilwaayi akhbaar mein? Ab what could I tell them- that my radio seniors don’t want my work to be noticed. Pehli baar laga- Politics ka shikaar ho gayi saavi.

But then, how do I still hold a record? I have the answer. RJ Sanjal. Yes, the same boss did something that my good work was sent to And guess what, it was months later that I realized that I had the record in my name. Yaani 1000 din ki mehnat bekaar nahi gayi! And boss ka wo message “Radio has won today.. “ is still in my memories..!