Meri Shaadi.. And the worldly worries!

29th September 2015… What a date!

Why?

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
Saavi!

Makaanmaalik..!

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!

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 radionmusic.com. 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..!
http://www.radioandmusic.com/content/editorial/news-releases/rj-saavi-kota-completes-her-1000-episodes-air-without-a-holiday

Seven Sisters

August 10, 2014

Rakshabandhan’s over – or say almost over. A few more hours to go. And before today, I had never felt to nostalgic on this day. After all this has been my first Rakhi without home. Without mamma, papa, without Chetna, Ranjana, Shagun – Mamtai, Samtai, Kavitji – No one’s around…
I’m not mourning – but I am undoubtedly missing you girls!

And dear reader, with that word ‘Girls’ : You might be thinking – Missing Girls? Why not Brothers? Its Rakshabandhan – with Saavi being a girl of course. Your question is very much – like – obvious. So let me tell you – I have no brother and by God’s grace – I am blessed with 6 Sisters. So thet makes us 7 Sisters!!! YES SEVEN!!! Urgently a dialogue like – ‘Hum Rainbow ke Saat Rang hain’ can come in. But no dialogues. But yes my attachment with my sisters can be called as an e-mail’s – Everything is incomplete without them!

Also, as and when people hear this number 7 with real sisters, their brain sort of whirls and they come up with their wild imaginations – itne saare bachche – bad financial condition – crying babies – scolding father – troubled mother – being from a ‘Maru’ family, this is never an issue. With best financial health, all of us are well versed with the study part. Touch Wood!!! And we have actually been nourished like BOYS. My rights, my duties all as a male does… and I love my parents for this. They have never discriminated in us…+

So for now, because I really cannot write everything since my childhood – in a few paragraphs, just an intro to the lovely ladies in my life…

Manta Ji – Oh! Her name is not Manta – She is Mamta. But, I call her that way. She is the eldest (She won’t like this word though) amongst us. And fairest too. And her favorite pastime should be either worrying about us or giving us different names. Ya!!! She calls me Billu / Billbook / Baabti and don’t know what more!!! She is blessed with two children, but the child in her is still alive. To have a heart like her is what I can’t even dream of. Manta Ji! How do you really take care of all six of us? U know that even when you talk to me on phone I feel you are around. And one more thing – are you paid for being that beautiful (A revelation – My father rejected at least 50 guys to find a perfect match for my this beautiful sis.)

Samtai – Of course, even her name is not the same. But this is what I call Samta Jiji. Another sharp blessing in my life. SHARP?? Ehh Ya… She is the only one with whom my discussion can very well turn into an argument. Actually, since my childhood, I have seen her demanding perfection. Studies – she made us read. Clothes – She decided. Our Behavior – she guided. Ohh Godd!! How can she manage that much? Treating us like her children–more–than–sisters is what makes her character. And you know her best part – she keeps me so grounded. (Being a jock, we may be celebratising outside – but your family gives you the correct path.) And that’s what she does. Samtai – how can you keep us before your children??? I love you for your backbone babes!!!

Kavitji – With her name – frankly – my brain turns half confused and full short circuit. Afterall, Kavitji is being talked about. Kavitji is short for Kavita Jiji and technically - I can skip Jiji as she is just Paune Do Saal older to me. But then Kavitji – I am not that Bad… ;) And when you are my pair, how can I forget that you have been so caring (and even the care is worried about your care) that you have been the first person in my family to attempt a job. If by chance – I’m ever able to work as hard as you do – I’m sure I’ll be something! And finally a question… Feeling Like Married???

Chinks – With my shift from jiji to a short and modern name, dear reader, you should guess it right, Chinks is younger to me. She is my sister with wings. Seriously, she has dreams bigger than anybody else. And the differentiating point being, she has the power to fulfill them too. She sponsors her own studies; purchased her own vehicle and not to forget, carries me home on her gaddi. (Chinks! I am proud of you) She is the first one in my house to get her pic in newspaper. Class 10 above 90% and CA – IPCC cleared in first stance… Babes! I repeat – I should be envious, if you weren’t my sis. And Yes – are you still worried that I look younger to you despite our 5 years age difference?

Ranj – Oh God… How can somebody’s individual features be that beautiful? Ya… she is my second youngest sibling – Ranjana. And frankly, I had never thought that she would be rated as the most intelligent one in my family. (Ranj used to be a meek and gussu child. But suddenly, everything changed.) She holds 92% in class 12th and graduation first year topper (despite her bad health and vomit on an exam paper). Ranj - you amaze meas your thoughts are so very developing and you know how to manage. Your culinary skills are something I’d still like to learn and finally – you’ll look good in your wedding. :P HaHa!!

Shagghy – Dear Reader, Shagun is my youngest little sister. Her English amazed me even when she was in Class 2nd. Her sense of conversation was practically praised by my previous boss. I admit we all have been protective about her. And Shagghy, believe me – I haven’t seen a more beautiful child than you. You’ve grown now but I can’t forget the day when I took you in my arms. The way you made that beauty list and kept me at the bottom will always prick me – but that’s a sweet prick sweety. Keep your brains and care on! I love you!

And more than all this – Meri Family ke bare me itna hi – Isse zyada bore nahi karegi Saavi!

Rusted Diary- 2: Saavi a Loser... ??!

March 2014... A little nostalgic Saavi is about to open her rusted diary... doosri baar!

But before I begin my Raam kahaani, let me tell- aaj ka blog likhne ki inspiration aakhir aayi kahan se... To dear readers, do hafte pehle maine Qeen dekhi... and the movie... wow.. my words should fall less to praise the same! Awesome it was. Rani- our heroine- when the movie begun, she was so rabbit- kindo. And then her journey took twists and turns- towards a happy ending. All i loved about her was- She was a loser... but she transformed herself (Chemical reaction ki tarha.. haay!)YES I LOVED HER LOSER STANCE!

Actually, we all are losers. Aur baaki ka to pata nahi... Saavi is a loser. If I see my my life till date- I have feared many times..Maine cheezon ko first stance mein 'NA' hi kaha hai..!Whether it was being a jock, or joining another concern! NA! NA! NA!(Abhi recently Shaadi ke liye...)Khair, aaj ke blog mein Saavi ki buraaiyan hi! Here's a list:

1. When I was admitted to class Nursery, I was dhai years old. I literally didn't like the teachers interviewing me in Sophia... and then got an admission in Modern School. I still have a marksheet with nursery mein 0%! Wow! what a kickstart to life.

2. Then, as a child I loved a red hairband and yellow bangles. Yes bangles- yellow waale and though they looked pathetic I didn't leave them. Giving me the gorgeous GAVAR look. My parents and sisters explained, "Beta achchhe nahilagte!" But who was listening??

3. Nursery to 12th, I never got 1st Rank. Yes, 2nd,3rd, 4th...and what not! Saavi got all ranks.. bas 1st hi nahi aayi. And i'll regret for this my whole life.

4. When I was in class 5, I was really bad at drawing. Kill yourself or watch saavi's drawing. Passing marks aa jaaye bahut hai!... (Though abhi... things have changed!)

5.When I was in class 7, we were given an assignment of maps and question answers in Geography. I made beautiful maps, but with a pathetic handwriting.. My teacher taunted: Untidy work. And there... dil main chubh gayi baat! Saavi was hurt!Uske baad I started working on my handwriting... and watch it out now!

6.I was never stylish. Not even in my childhood (yellow bangles..no!) My sisters would give me examples- " DEKH USKI DRESS DEKH- HOW SHE CARRIES" Who was worried though!!?

7.I never danced well. Kisi dance ko bigaadna ho to approach Saavi!. In HKG I danced for the first and the last time for any function officially. See! As a girl it is your moral responsibility to dance well. But but but Saavi... a big no! I just learnt to shake a leg in group dance... after being in job!

8. I was never a backbencher. Sochiye, masti karna was also a huge task for me. Mujhse aaj bhi ulte kaam nahi hote... hahah hoo na Khadoos! uff!

9. Neither can I flirt nor can I act a celebrity. 50 lakh ki gaddi mein bhi sar ghoomta hai mera. In this case, how can I act as an ameerzaadi1 WO saavi... yahan bhi loser! Yes dear reader, to be a celebrity is a huge effort. And I can't celebritize.

10. Till date I don't drive. I learnt driving a little while ago... buttt exactly can just drive the public crazy... no more driving I bet! Also auto pakadna bhi nahi aata tha mujhe! huh!

11. I'm really bad at PRs... I mean practically I try to answer the people on calls, SMSs, Facebook... but take a lot of time! Why Saavi Why??

12. Bad at travelling too! Saavi...ohh no! For continuous years... due to my 1000 episodes I didn't travel! Main trains, buses bhool gayi thi...


Vaise, these are 12 points... but frankly speaking I can still narrate many more that how has saavi been a loser... I cried for my links in the beginning of my career. I was arrogant too.

But then, today I know... MY MISTAKES HAVE MADE ME...! BHALE HI SAAVI WAS A LOSER, BUT I LOVE THAT I WAS ORIGINAL. I WAS STILL BEING ME! AND THAT'S WHAT IT IS!

LOVE YOUR LOSER PART! KARKE DEKHO ACHCHHA LAGTA HAI!KYONKI AADMI HAI RAJNIKANT NAHI!

Aur baaki buraaiyon ke liye! you'll have to meet me! I'm sure jo likha hai... usse bhi buri hoon main:P

The Rusted Diary...!

Arey waah Saavi, March 2014 ka pehla blog! Finally you did it! (At least started...!Because, dear reader, it has been around a week that I have been thinking to write the blog.. aur ab jaakar time mila hai..!) Khair, without wasting any more time let's start now!

Blog has been named 'The rusted diary...' hindi mein 'Jang lagi kitaab'! All it means is that these days I have been reminded of the old forgotten things from my life. To exaggerate, it has been three months in Jodhpur and dislike Kota, yahan par family ke nahi hone se I have been thinking 'fokat' things a little more than ever.

For example, suddenly I was reminded of my thoughts when I was in class 1. YES CLASS ONE! (tab main sochti bhi thi...hahah). Actually, then I thought that padhai is a HUGE TASK! I mean, I had planned then.. that third class ke baad main padhai nahi karoongi... bas painting karoongi! OMG! Could I have been that foolish! When I told this plan to my dear family, everyone laughed! Koi samajhta hi nahi mujhe huh!

Then, when I was in class four, I wrote on walls and doors at my place, and off course even then, nobody got my creativity. (Daant padi thi daant!) Uff, frankly at this moment I am actually reminded of many more incidences, but U'll laugh... aap bhi meri creativity nahi samjhene.

Generally, kehte hain ki poot ke pag paalne mein dikh jaate hain... that means, the talents you exhibit during childhood- decides what are you going to be in future- when you grow up. But apne case mein I never spoke when I was young . Infact, during my interview in Sophia (nursery) I left the teachers alone in the interview room with a thought- Huh- achchhi nahi hain- I don't like you teacher- main nahi aaungi aapke school mein!

But frankly, Saavi has changed. Not simply since my childhood, even in these past six years. For example, when it was the beginning of my career, I did cry for making my links worth listening- but not now. You'll say, experience Saavi! Probably. Even when it's about people's reactions as listeners even they have changed. Say for example, if you view my last blogs- you'll know people did propose to me in the beginning- but not now (Because main boodhi ho gayi hoon.... hahaha)Last propose is what I can't even recall. But then, I think that's maturing up. Because now, I get it that - koi flirt kar raha hai... and see, Saavi flirt ke saath kabhi bhi achchhi nahi thi. As a jock you certainly have to be flirtatious, but I am not like it. I the beginning of my career,, I didn't know what to say for a flirt. Kuchh time baad- I-was-like-in gussa. Then, I was being embarrassed. And now, I tell the person, yaar apna kuchh nahi hona- Don't waste your time- Apna kuchh nahi hona!

But ya, one thing was common in all stages of RJing, that I still believe- Awaazon se mohabbat nahi hoti! In fact, ek aur baat thi Earlier people were talking to 'RJ' Saavi. But now I tell them RJ hataakar Saavi se baat keejiye! You'll know, even RJ bhi insaan hote hain insane nahi!

And now, are you thinking... Saavi suna li raam kahaani?? We are not proposing you!
Kar bhi mat dena... humara seriously kucchh nahi hona!

First encounter with Jodhpur!

Lo, ho gayi Saavi filmi! Why filmi? afterall, I have named my blog post 'First encounter with Jodhpur'. Hindi mein -Jodhpur se meri pehli mulakaat!! aah! Waah! Jaise main heroine- aur hero hai Jodhpur!

But then you can sigh in relief as ye meri aur Jodhpur ki lovestory nahi hai. BAS FLASH BACK HAI!!
So, 11th Dec 2013 was the day when my Mom and my sister kept asking me, " Dekh le.... aur kuchh chahiye to?" Five bags!(Ohh ! I must not lie butttt though I have been in job for around Seven and a half years, my visits to any other city have been more than less! Literally pehle school ne time nahi diya; aur baad me Job ne. In simple words main, life mein pehli baar ghar ke baahar rehne jaa rahi thi saavi. Seriously yahan kabhi auto nahi pakda to ghar ke baahar rehna uff! kaise hoga?!(I KNOW, MAIN PHIR SE GAVAAR SOUND KAR RAHI HOON PAR REALITY TO YAHI HAI.. AB SAAVI LIFE MEIN PEHLI BAAR KOTA KE BAAHAR RAHEGI- FAMILY KE BINA!) Parr jaana to hai!

So boarded a bus (at 9:30 pm) with my younger sister, which had to reach at 6:30 in the morning. My Ma'am had already provided the call-in number of our cab driver. I had heard that Jodhpur is a real good city. Raasta poochho to log ghar tak panhucha ke jaate hai! Par inn sab ke liye bhi pehle Jodhpur panhucho to sahi.... To janaab, after a kachchi pakki sleep at night with a few nightmares, we were informed by some murmers- JODHPUR AA GIYO! To couple the situation with a little humor as we were about to halt. Some body played a song , "Jeth kio dupahri mein paanv jale hain saiyyan... paanv jale hain..." that too in December ki sardi. I now knew- Beta saavi jodhpur aa gaya!

We were finally dropped on the bus stop ke baaju waala chauraha where the cab driver would arrive. Got all our luggage down. And spotted the Big van. A 23-24 year old banda with tel-patta look came in (our cab driver). I confirmed, and after loading the luggage, we moved towards our hotel. Admiring the pahaads, morning beauty, doodh waalas, students in autos and what not! wow! But Wait!! RED WAALA WHEEL BAG KAHAN HAI??? OHHH! BUS MEIN REH GAYA?? I almost shouted... Chinks (my sis)you didn't check it twice! OHH NO! ISILIYE.... ISILIYE... GIRLS KO BRAINLESS KAHA JAATA HAI!

Waise all talks apart, right now at my rescue was just one person- MAHENDER BHAISAHAB...OUR CAB DRIVER! So, asli jodhpurwaasi ko pehchan-ne ka time ab tha... will mahender bhaisahab cooperate?? Will he help us searching our lost luggage? And that too when it was a private volvo.. where should we get the address from??? The office - wo kahan hoga?? (Frankly, at this moment it was a news channel hour for me- jitne sawal maine apne question paper mein reply nahi kiye the- utne aaj saamne the!) PAR! MAHENDER BHAI SAHAB... ???

I looked at him. But before I could tell him much... he rushed the cab to the place where we were dropped. Back to the bus stand- Bus stand. At the bus stand inquired about the travel bus's office. To the bus office- where we were told that the office would open at 9. Gosh- at 9 I have to be in my office. Ab...! Suddenly, I was reminded- Bus waale ko to repairs ke liye jaana tha... So, from here we rushed to the place where the bus maintenance had to be carried. Bus yahn bhi nahi! Meanwhile, called home to have the Bus's Kota office number. Narrated the problem here, and got the bus driver's number. Finally met this person on the same place where we went the second time. Bhaisahab came out and Said- lo bai- aapro bag- hum to yahin milte! AND BAG MIL GAYA! wow! All thanks to mahender bhai sahab!

To bas panhuch gayi Saavi Jodhpur..!