A letter to my teacher....!

Respected Ma'am,

It is 5th September today- and I know- We celebrate this day as YOUR DAY- THE TEACHER'S DAY- The day when I turned a student and you became a teacher!
Her you must be thinking- "What's new dear child??" I know nothing's new.. but something's better than new. I mean, today when I have completed 9 years of my study under you- there should be some confessions, some heart opening expressions... through which you may understand- how important you are.. how classic you are... how close you are.

So ma'am, years ago, when my parents told, "इसे स्कूल में admission दिलवाना है..." I never knew that I'll meet you...! My greatest pleasures were my school bag and box, while choosing an ice cream flavor was also an assignment. But when I met you- I met the world beyond Home."मम्मा का बिंदी, वहां से पापा का घर, फिर मम्मा का घर...बन गया 'उ'." Even 'A for apple' and 'sharing is a good habit' are the facts, that you fed in me. You made me learn what life is!

When grown up a little- I remember, you taught me ADDITION/SUBTRACTION/SPELLS/वाक्य प्रयोग AND WHAT NOT!.I remember if you told, "घर जाकर मम्मा से कहना है..SEND NAPKIN". Then the repetition the whole day was, "Ma'am ने कहा है...send napkin" And finally, Mamma had to say "हा.. तुम तो तुम्हारी Ma'am की ही सुनो..". And best of all.. you know what Ma'am- The only game that I played in my childhood was- TEACHER TEACHER. Old books in one hand and non working pen in the other- and fighting for the role of the Teacher- is something that I'll never forget!

I remember- once you slapped me in front of the whole class. I was embarrassed and hurt- and afraid too. But the next time when I improved on the same matter- It was you who appreciated me front of the whole class saying "LOOK AT THIS GIRL-I SCOLDED HER - BUT NOW- HOW NICELY HAS SHE DONE HER TASK. GOOD CHILD! KEEP IT UP!" I knew, this was almost like winning an oscar!

Ma'am, once I saw you in a party- I remember with greatest fear, I came to you saying " Good afternoon Ma'am!" and more than smiles, you talked so informally!! You are so good Ma'am.

But Ma'am, I still have some requests to make, and that is- Ma'am please don't compare me with my other classmates. I know some of us are really talented but others might not be the same. Your confidence in us makes the subject so beautiful. If you tell me- "CHILD YOU CAN DO IT!" I actually feel that I can. I mean it Ma'am- you taught me how to live- please keep the same in continuation. Ma'am YOU ARE THE BEST! PLEASE LEND ONLY 1% OF YOUR THOUGHTS. I'LL BE OBLIGED!

I DON'T KNOW- WHAT NEXT TO SAY... simply i love you ma'am!
HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY MA'AM!!

Your lovable child
saavi

Lammmmmmmbi si gaddi...!

It's raining cats n dogs... and i'm loving it...(why??? arey... mein likh bhi to rahi hoon na... aise bhi mere blogs aajkal baarish ki tarah hi aa rahe hain... 'BIN-MAUSAM'..omg!!)

Anyways, returning to blogs is something that I love...(love like salman khan's look in bodyguard) and yes... ab... bhoomika band... pakaana shuru...!

So, it was a few days ago when one of my facebook friends posted on his wall about his NEW BRAND INDIGO (gaddi hai gaddi..). And ooparwaala jhooth na bulwaaye... before I could like it... a sort of happily jealous feeling that surrounded me!! (imagine baadal). And if you wish to ask me what is this... happily jealous feeling ??? Then dear reader, it means... main aadhi khush thi.. n aadhi jealous bhi.. Khush issliye because the friend had purchased a gaddi and dukhi+jealous issliye because only a friend had purchased one... matlab.. gaddi sirf wo kyon khareede??? main kyo nahi...???

It's something like... Saavi ... dhikkar hai tere RJ hone par; wo to ek faculty hokar bhi lammmmbi si gaddi khareed chuka... aur tu... ek RJ hokar bhi pitaji ki gaddi mein ghoomti hai... Saavi kahan hai tera zameer??? Agar so gaya hai to usspar paani daal, jaga use... khareed bhi le ek Lammmmmmmmbi si gaddi apne liye... papa ke paas do-do 4 wheelers hain... to kya hua.. hai to papa ki hi... grow up Saavi Grow up...!

So yes... I have grown up... grown up to buy a Lammmmmmmbi si gaddi for myself... Yes! (aaj hi book karwaaiye... offer seemit samay ke liye....!)

PAR AGAR MAINE GADDI KHAREED BHI LI... TO HOGA KYA??? MEANS KE... MAIN GADDI KA KAROONGI KYA??/ Here I think... you must be thinking... "Saavi Beta, gaddi ghoomne ke liye hoti hai...ghoom hi lena.. udaana mat.." Even I know... but problem is... ke in lambi gaddis I face a problem... In fact, if I narrate the same problem to you you will probably think.. Kya Saavi... ye kya tareeka hua... how so low!! To express it better...

15-20 लाख तक की AC वाली गाडी में भी.. my head rolls.. I feel giddy and uncomfortable.. In fact, whenever I sit back in a lammmmmbi si gaddi... I don't enjoy it hard... Isse much much better to Bike hai... (backseater...you see.. chalaaye koi aur , n you ennnnjoy) But I mean it,... agr aisa hi chlta raha...to ऐसी ऐशो आराम वाली आदतों के बिना...नखरो के बिना...how will I turn eligible to be 'अमीर'...??? :P I mean.. log to sochenge... "HOW SO DOWN MARKET..!" OMG!!

And you know what??? I personally feel it...kai baar bike is a favorable option.. like

1. Galiyo se aise nikal jaati hai jaise kareena ki kamar... It's best suited for 'Nainva', 'Itaava' ki streets.. Koi mamma ka laal sab wahan BMW ghusa ke to dikhaaye.. BMW agar nainva ke liye banegi to sirf B hi reh jaayegi (BMW-MW=B.. Sahi hai na...ha... meri maths achchi hai..!! :P) (now don't ask me... ye nainva/itava kya hai... offcourse places hain)

2.Natural hawa ka strotr hai ye... just sit back on bike..n you realize without any fan or Air conditioner you feel like Miss Hawa Hawaaai! OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhh (jhonka hawa ka...)

3. The ultimate feeling of a 'heroine'(not kareena, sweethrt....!) comes when you are on your bike... ab waddi si gaddi ke AC main kabhi baal udte hain bhala??? (ye reshmi zulfien ghata si lagti hain...wah wah!)

4. Ek bike ki keemat tum kya jaano Rames babu... 50 hazaar se 1 lakh ke beech mein aa hi jaati hai... usme bhi itni suvidhaayein.. 2 lakh se 2-5 crore ki car se to behtar hi hai.. you see economical!

5. It promotes small families.. infact the government of India can implement as an effective means of population control... it's something like... a two wheeler and U ME AUR HUMARA BABY... ha bada ho jaaye to 4 wheeler le lena.. but you know what these days kids ask for their personal vehicles soon... (humara papa kaisa ho.. gaddi gift karne waala ho..!)

6. Imagine (not NDTV Guys!)- if Roadies was constructed with cars..or BMWs.. the guys would have watched BMWs rather than girls... Or they might be found getting cozier........you know..and ofcourse the contestants should be found voting for the Bmws.. AND IMAGINE.. WHO WON ROADIES 9..??? IT'S A BMW! (CLAPS/^\ CLAPS)

7. It makes you feel the reality.. the nature.. whether it be pelting rains, sadak ke beech ke drains, ditches or be it pollution.. reality to yahi hai... it doesn't make you live a fake life...you live the reality! (ooooo whatta imosanal punch.. good wrk saavi good!)

8. Mujhpar ek ehsaan karna.. ki mujhpar koi ehsaan na karna... I tell you sallu babu.. Bike actually saves you from any ehsaans.. I mean to say ke.. the possibility of taking or giving lift is diminished!!... so sallu babu.. khush to bahut hoge tum??

9. Practically, as and when you take a car.. it takes more time to take it out of garage/ home...gamle hatao... aur kucch ho to bhi take care.. it's almost like.. you need 1(+1)persons for handling a car.. (oye back mat le back... peeche gaay hai gaay... omg!!)

10. If an accident occurs, it's sure.. the parts of cars are harder to find... bike ke to shooker-wooker, seat cover etc etc. to sound bhi easy karte hain... than steering! dashboard grill! injection molds! papa re...!!

11. 'Bike with scooty... making couples' is something you can do.. than in car.. wahan to car par bhi car...(koi achcha lagta hai??/)

Vaise, Dear Reader... by this time (because i think I have already cooked you so hard!) I expect you have actually realized my liking for bikes or you might say..that I have possibly given allllll reasons ke...... main abhi bhi lammbi si gaddi nahi khareed rahi..!! hehehe...

But yes, there's one thing that I'll miss and that is... That ameero types feeling and expression that to give to others... (In a BMW you actually look at others like.. bike par ho... tanik lajja nahi aati tumhe..ISS CHHOTI SI GADDI PAR... KBC KHEL LETE...KUCHCH TO STANDARD BADHEGA!)

N for right now.. bye.. !

Talking to a Smoker...!!

"Naaraaz to Maharaj hote hain..." That's what the hero of my blog (today) says. Hohohoho (don't worry... you don't have to laugh, ye hansna meri side se tha...).

Now before I begin, I must readmit- blogging for me is Aishwarya Rai.. you like her always- But only if her movie is in da market, you got to see her... No PREVIOUSLY PERMITTED APPOINTMENTS you see. So dear reader, I am back... not with a bang.. but with a smoke..(Imagine fumes...!) And ya, if you didn't get this punch.. let's restart.

9th of March was NO SMOKING DAY. No Smoking bole to... cigarette, beedi aadi se aapko itni doori maintain karni hai.. jitni biwi ke saamne girlfriend se..heheh. Now by God's grace and even by Papa's furious face- I don't smoke. So the blog is not about me. It is about a smoker.

Actually, I had to celebrate the day on air- but somehow wasn't able to. Why? is a different reason. But yes, taiyyaari zaroor ki thi. So, jo taiyaari on air nahi gayi... use aap jhelo!!

It was paune 12 in the afternoon, when I asked one of my colleagues- "Sir aap smoke karte hain to kaisa lagta hai??"
Sir (confused): Kaisa kya Saavi... theek lagta hai.. par mujhe cigarette peeni nahi aati...
Me: Cigarette peeni nahi aati..?? Ye kaise hota hai??
Sir: Matlab... main peeta to hoo.. par mein dhuen ko andar nahi rakhta jaise smokers rakhte hain... sirf phhhoooooooo kar deta hoon..
I smiled at this one(iske alawa koi choice bhi nahi thi..)

Meanwhile, my onlyfemale colleague suggested.. talk to 'V'.. He might tell you better. (V.. is our 'smoker'.. so sorry uska naam nahi loongi... use bura lagega)

So I turned to V.
ME: V... how do you feel जब तुम smoke करते हो तो...?
V: आनंद... परम आनंद..
ME (surprised): You mean...संस्कार channel की भागवत कथा सुनो.. या smoke करो.. one and the same thing..??
V: नह्हीं .. पर मैडम.. आप क्या जानो ये कैसा होता है...
ME: Thanks... मुझे नहीं पता...don't wanna know it either... वैसे V...Are you a chain smoker??
V(with a killing expression): नह्ह्हीं... chain smokers to तो घंटे में 1-2.. और पूरे दिन में 20 - 25 cigarettes तो फूँक ही लेते हैं..
ME: OK... you take 10???
V : yaarrr.. 4-5 are done... (you must have seen V's expression.. he looked as if... feeling so light...जैसे बाब रामदेव की योग क्लास ज्वाइन करके आया ह... और कह रहा हो...20-25 के सामने आखिर 4-5 है ही कितना...? वाह..)
ME:So... you like it..!
He replied nothing.

V:वैसे मेरा मानना तो ये है की.. आप दुनिया में नशा कोई भी करो.. precaution ज़रूर लो. Drink हो चाहे smoke इतना हो की बॉडी को नुक्सान ना पंहुचाये. जो में करता हूँ ना... वो लोग नहीं करते.. में बॉडी का ध्यान रखता हूँ.. (seriously.. iss waqt mujhe laga V mujhe 2nd class ki bachchi samajhta hai... Saavi kya jaane.. ye aakhir hota kaisa hai..)
में क्या.. शौक के लिए भी स्टार्ट नहीं किया.. जैसे 80% boys करते है,,, शौक शौक में स्टार्ट कर लेते हैं.. पर अपन ने ऐसा नहीं किया..

ME: तो तुमने स्टार्ट क्यों किया..??
V: mmmmmmmmm वो आपको नहीं बता सकता...
ME: अच्छा में तुम्हे ऑन एयर (radio par) लेना पसंद करती...
V: पर मैं अच्छा नहीं बोलता...
ME: कोई बात नहीं.. मुझे 'V' से नहीं.. एक SMOKER से बात करनी थी...
V (with a killer look): Yaarr... SMOKER तो ऐसे कह रही हो जैसे मैंने कोई चोरी कर ली हो...ऐसे तो मेरी मम्मा ने भी कभी नहीं कहा...
ME: वो मम्मा है ना इसीलिए..
V: पर अपन भी ध्यान रखते हैं... मम्मी पापा के सामने कभी नहीं आये..
ME: So your mamma doesn't know...???
V (proudly): नहीं.. जानती हैं.. पर कभी सामने नहीं आया.. भले ही दुनिया के किसी भी कोने में जाना पड़े.. पर उनके सामने नहीं... (yahan to over proud ho gaya tha.. kis baat par donno..)
ME: मतलब... मम्मा से छिपाने के लिए... कोनो में चले जायेंगे... पर उसी मम्मा से permanently छिपाने के लिए smoking छोडेंगे नहीं...
V: आप तो embarrass कर रहे हो..
ME: Vaise.. Is it correct...दुःख दर्द भुलाने के लिए.. smoke करते हैं...
V: नह्ही नही... वो तो थक जाते हैं ना...
ME: oooooooooo.. मम्मा के चेहरे को देखने से थकान नहीं जाती... पर smoke करने से थकान चली जाती है...
V: वैसे Saavi... आपको एक बात बताता हूँ... ये सब छूट जाता है...
ME(wondering): अच्छा ...?
V: हा..मेरे आस पास वाले... मेरे जानकार कई साल पहले smoke,drink करते थे... पर...20-25 सालो से touch भी नहीं किया है..
ME (still wondering): ऐसे ही छूट जाएगा...??
V (explaining): मतलब ,... ऐसा होता है..(He looked blank)
ME: oooo तो खुद नहीं छोडेंगे.. पर खुद से छूट जाएगा...?? अच्छा how did your mamma react...जब उन्हें पहली बार पता लगा कि you had smoked...???
V: आप तो embarrass कर रहे हो.....
(i re-smiled sternly).
V: (questioning): कैसे react करेंगी ???
ME: मुझे क्या पता??? I'm not a mamma...
V: Obviously डांटती हैं...

Meanwhile, V was interrupted by a call. Our conversation sort of ended. Par sawal ab bhi hai mere paas..

"क्या SMOKE करना आपकी मम्मा कि ख़ुशी से ज्यादा है??"

ye patriotism kis bala ka naam hai...???

oohho... a headache to begin a blog...?? pretty different... but no... the show must go on... so aaj kuch likhna banta hai..

It was 26th January yesterday- our 62nd REPUBLIC DAY. What? Where? How?... India... Republic... public...n me??? OMG!now, if you are thinking that's a patriotic blog, HOLD... it's a purely 'just my feeling' blog.

One of my listeners (alike others) called up yesterday- to wish me a happy republic day..(achcha lagta hai... kam se kam hum wish to karte hain...). However, at the same moment, I felt- had he really called up to wish me... or to regret? Means k, the boy who called up, is a student of class 12. (imagine- ek bikhra sa bachcha... sorry bada.. with bikhre se baal.. a branded bag to suit him... a latest hair color...baju mein ek bike...and something of the same sort..!).
And yes, as he called... the same 12 class ka bada told that he went to the school- FOR A REPUBLIC DAY...!! So the question is.. A TWELFTH CLASS KA BADA FOR A REPUBLIC DAY...?? OMG! How dare he??? didn't his girlfriend stop him??..Didn't his group fine him for doing the same punishable act??? how dare he??

Now guys, if you are thinking that I am over reacting- I am not.. the fact is.. literally, these days, twelthies don't go to school... and that too for a REPUBLIC DAY...its impossible!! IT'S EXPLOITATION OF THEIR SPIRITS. Arey bhai... case kar do..!

Vaise.. this moment, i feel like talking as an oldie.. (jinhone apni jawani bahut dekhi thi..hheh..) Something like... "humare time par hum to jaate the school.. 26 janvari aur 15 agast ko.. chocolate milti thi 10 rupaye waali... aur kuch bachche to ek chocolate lene ke baad bhi phir line mein lag jaate the...hheheh" But dear reader, no chocolates can please the students these days. they say..." chocolate ye to naya boyfriend aise hi khila dega... meri shart lagi thi..." So again..zamana badal gaya hai janaab...!

Any ways... what all did he tell?? The student... say D(let's name him)... told.. "arey yaar... happy republic day... pata hai... aaj mein school gaya.. and 12th class ka main akela bachcha tha... main neeche bhi baitha tha... main akela!!

Me: tum akele???
D: Ha.. my friends.. they told wo bhi aayeinge... but they didn't...seriously yaar...socho... me for a republic day...!I just went for my school..
Me: MMM pata nahi.. par tum aise hi ho..?? like aisa nahi hai yaar...repulic day ke liye jaana... are you feeling it that hard??? mujhe kuch achcha nahi lag raha..
D: Why?
Me: yaar.. you u mean.. you went for your school... but couldn't afford to go for your country???
D: Yaar i know... mere ghar mein sab mujhse bhi zyada patriotic hain...
Me: But then you mean... your school is much important than your country..you know what..while u are in your school, you think your school's the best. But after wards you realize school se aage bhi bahut kuch hai...
D: yarr... i'm not an rj who's talking to people..
Me: Even I know.. but u were born in india... not your school. And yes.. as you'll grow with life... u'll know know... school is not all... and ... you paid for your schooling..
D: But my school made me smarter...
Me: all english medium schools.. especially your school teaches us to be arrogent...one that you call smartness. It shows.. you are the best..
D: I know. But i think, right now i am more important than my country...

I had no time to explain him better. My station Id. had already been played... I had to stop. But I mean it...Does an English medium school really stand much important than my country???

And yes... you know what?? 'D' and I are from the same school..Modern School Kota
And though,D didn't speak... I knew he meant..."ye patriotism kis bala ka naam hai...???"

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 makeup..as- 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.."
The next da ek promo on air hua..."RJ SAAVI COMPLETES 500 CONTINUOUS SHOWS.." i WAS WONDERSTRUCK.. i THINK IT WAS HIS BENEVELONCE..HE MAILED THE WHOLE PATRIKA FOR MY ACHEIVEMENT... THERE WERE WISHES POURING..
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...!!!

thanks
saavi

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..

ACHCHA YOU GUYS MIGHT LIKE TO KNOW.. WHO'S MY BOSS??

HE IS..RJ SANJAL..
HAPPY BIRTH DAY BOSS...!

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 yes..you 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.."Yaar...ye 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..!!

4. VIKAS SIR (2008..PROGRAMMING HEAD, JAIPUR Tadka)
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..!

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!