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..!

A birthday and Daadi's Demise!

10th January has already passed. A birthday that I mmight not forget soon. A handful of friends already sent in their wishes via facebook and other mediums (thanks to the internet…). But finally Saavi couldn’t reply. You must be thinking- Old Habit Saavi! You hardly reply. Ya, that’s a bad habit. In fact, things should have been as you have guessed- unless I had lost her.
YES, I LOST MY GRANDMA ON MY BIRTHDAY! 10TH JANUARY 2014.
Daadi was 96 and people say she had lived her age. But losing her wasn’t preferred. 8:29 am- I received a call from my younger sis- “Jiji! Granny is no more.” The news frankly, came in as I-Don’t-know-what! (You might be thinking- Saavi Party ka plan raha hoga tumhara?? No, Dear Reader, I am never so-enthusiastic about my birthdays. In fact, I never know how to reply the people when they wish me. I am like Thank-u-ab-aage-kya-kahoo? In all –the feeling was just as- Oh Daadi! I loved you- this is not what I wanted.
Finally, whether you call it our fate or our helplessness as a Jock that even after having the news at 8: 29- I did my show till 10 without even hinting what had happened. Because actually, the listener would sink into our sorrows forgetting his own happiness. And obviously, Main ye kabhi nahi chahoongi ki listener humari wajah se pareshaan ho jaaye. Plus- meri daadi ka jaana koi radio ratings badhaane ka zariya nahi hai.
Anyways, at 10 sharp, my Station head Sir came to wish me B’day. But looking at my sad face he asked – Kya hua??? Why so low? I shared the news and he re-asked- Wanna leave. I affirmed and ran to board a Roadways ka bus (because phir sham 5 baje tak koi saadhan nahi tha- Imagine- we talk of human getting developed aur haalaat ye bhi hote hain ki agar 10 ghante ka raasta hai 10 ghante ka hi rahega-) In all, by any chance- 10 ghante se pehle I couldn’t reach home- No options Girl!! So, with due help of Bhupender Sir, Vanita Ma’am and Raju Bhaisahab (my cab man) I reached the bus stand. Boarded. But alas. Bus raaste mein kharaab ho gayi and Saavi Granny ke last rituals mein anhi panhuch paayi. But then, I can still tell you about my Granny Right???


So Dear Reader, My Granny is who I shall always love for a few things:
1. She never fixed matches for me. Thanks Granny!
2. Once I was kneading the dough… and shayad sahi nahi ho raha tha… she readily offered – La main sikha doon!
3. She was really spashtwaadi- Would even curse with open heart!
4. Never ate anything before offering chugga, and chara to animals. But ghar ki gay ko roti nahi deti thi Daadi…
5. Very religious. Aa dharma ki aankdi sikhaau thanne!
6. She heard me too. Told the others, aa Radio mein bole hai-. In fact, she loved once I returned home and did the basic works of home. (Yes! RJs kaam karte hain).
7. She wouldn’t watch television. As in her words- main dekhu to tv mein koi mar jaave hai!! Hahah
8. And everything her heritage is what is running us.
Probably you would now say, to aisa kya naya hai tumhari Daadi mein Saavi- sab ke jaisi hi to hai! Yes! Sab ke jaisi hi hain! But still I love my Daadi! She holds a special place in my life !Bhale hi wo Kapil ki Daadi jaisi nahi hai na hi aanandi ki daadi jaisi but... Daadisa I will miss you!

Nayi Company..Orientation 1

Hey ooparwaale... Kuch cheezen mini mushkil hoti hain na.... jaise blog likhna... aur wo bhi wo blog likhna, Jisé likhne ki bekaar koshish aap pehle bhi chaar baar kar chuke ho!
Dear reader.... practically I wrote the beginning of this blog thrice before today... and each time due to some or the other work left the blog in between.

Never mind.. trying to be a hardworking blogger... i'll re begin.

First of all an apology to the listeners from kota. I'll soon send my replies to all of you. I hope you understand my situation. Leaving you people actually made me feel guilty. No choice however. Abhi wahi kar Rahi hoo... Jo zindagi karwa rahi hai kar rahi hai.

In fact... I am in jodhpur these days. The sun city. Today itself I completed 10 days of being on air ... ladkiyon ke liye kehte hain na... pyaar ko chahe bhool hi jaaye taareekhen na bhulaye. U'll ask me... howz da place. I an happy with the listeners. But taking time to form any opinion.

Vaise at this moment I wish to describe my first encounter with the new life here. Not in jodhpur... but in mumbai. We had our orientation there. Orientation bole to.... your introduction to the new company.I received my tickets from Delhi office and boarded the train alone for the first time for such a long distance. (I know main gavaar sound kar Rahi hoon... par I'm being genuine.. ha) during the journey I was disappointed.by two things.
1. Ek kilometre me diameter mein there was no girl in my coach.
2. The South Indians who I was travelling with were all non.Veges. so beta saavi ne life mein pehli baar non veg coach share kiya. Haha

Anyways... I reached panvel station from kota at 5 in the morning. Caught a Meru cab for Mumbai. The driver Saab was from UP and good to talk to. An hour long journey ended at meera CHS. The official guest house u see. I reached at 6:30 and the office time was 9. So immediately after the breakfast and mai- panhuch- gayi sort conversations finally headed for the lift. Yahan bhi Pata chalta hai kya. . No girls in my guest house. Sab bande. Ohh. It's not so that I like girls in that way. But hota hai na. Koi smile karne layak to hoti. That's a girly little thing you know. Never mind, CHALIYE AAPKO OFFICE LIYE CHALTE HAIN!.

Office... wo ek mall mein that 4 thi floor par. Again a lift. (Dear reader.. if you don't know this about saavi... I am not really fond of lifts and escalators. I prefer stairs instead.) A huge lady waited to check us up at the office gate. I wish she smiled- I bet she could have looked prettier. What I liked about her was her sincerity while- I mean it- if she smiled- she could have looked like a human being. After our signatures and all we were guided to a board room. In between, the office was huge as a party hall. And trust me- baaraatiyon se zyaada employees they wahan. Bas, department ke hisaab se baaraaten alag alag thi. Finally, I joined a group where many were better than me and almost everyone older to me. You see, jaate hi laga- yahan to sab bade log hain. Finally I acquired a seat on the left. The third seat. which remained mine for the next five days.

On my right was Ranjan- who joined as an on air scheduler. And the only person in the hall who I thought was more bothered than me. There's one thing that I understood out here. Your previous job experiences never move out of your head but you have to forget everything in the present. To proceed further, we were greeted by a lady fairer than the the face-cream-advertisement-waali-girl. Agle Paanch din tak wo ghazal ki tarah aati aur kahaani ki tarah nikal jaati. uff! Khoobsurati bhi bala hoti hai (from the side of the males in the board room.)

So practically, the life was now no less than Chennai express. Train kahan jaayegi ye to pata hai par hit hai ya flop. Pata Nahi. All we could do were 3 things:

1. Ask the person beside us- from where are you??
2. Look at the orientation plan sheet- behaving as if I-am-waiting-u-see.
3. Gaze at the board room walls/ sheeshas- trying to be a super analyst- who would now submit a fresh report on walls of the board room soon!

And one more! Check the 3G phone uselessly.
To be continued....

Nayi Company: Orientation 2

continued from the last post...
Dear Reader, here I'd like to mention- if I'll describe all the sessions from the orientation you'll probably not feel interested. So, instead of boring you just a few excerpts. With the tags I'd like to give to a few people!

THE CREATIVE: Mr. Kumar
The best session I found was the creativity one. Mr. Dheeraj Kumar was the mentor and I bet agar creativity Na hoti- life worth living bhi na hoti. You motivated me Mr. Kumar. Hats off. What I liked about your session was- you weren't diplomatic at all! Hata off! aapki chashme waali aankhon se creativity tapak rahi thi!

THE PARTICULAR: Tanya
Meeting Tanya Kaushal was another incident. Older to me by at least 7-8 years Tanya was really particular and she loves English music. If she's watching Bigg boss, don't dare to disturb her. Tanya, if read this ever- I loved mentioning your qualities in that describe-your-partner session. What I liked about you was- though you don't mingle up with people hard- but you were soft to me. Why? I don't know! I won't miss you Tanya... but won't forget you either.

THE WONDERFUL SMILE: Mr. Suresh and Mr. Rajesh
By reading the names dear reader, you might be thinking- five star ka advt???@@ AAh no! Mr. suresh and Rajesh were south Indians and I admit the most sweet ones. Their smile ohh it made you feel heavens. I know Iknow you might be thinking Saavi bandon ki smile par fida! Ji nahi inki simplicity par moe-than-happy hoon main! Aur ha, ther best part- ye baithte bhi mere saamne ki row mein they!

THE THOUGHTFUL: Mr.Sachin I
Why Mr. Sachin 'I'. Ohh because we had two sachins in the board room. The one I am talking about was from sales. Sachin I guess mujhse age mein 4-6 saal bade to zaroor rahe honge. And by that thinking unka mujhse zyada thoughtfull hona banta bhi tha. But no, this was a liitle different. He has aspirations- and I hope he fulfills them soon. If we were there for lunch, he shan't forget asking me - Saavi! u.. and that was decent too! Dear Sachin, if you are reading, stop thinking- you'll do wonders!

THE SPIRITUAL: Mr. Amit
Mr. Amit was the only person in the boardroom whom I knew before joining the new concern. He was my facebook friend. I knew he writes quite emphatically, but the reason I realized was this time in orientation- his singing, his spirituality.

THE MERA-PHONE-THEEK-KAR DO: Mr. Aanandh K Thorat
With this long name- you might think- Aanandh must have ben 35+. But no, I guess Aanand is not more than 27. Anyways, blessed with an old Maru gf, he seemed to be the most formal person as I met him. But just seemed. I think due to his proximity in the seating process- he was my internet-chalu-kar-do colleague. Thanks Thorat! you helped me with my phone. But, I should have been happier, if it worked!

THE QUESTION MARK: Pulkit Puri
With the tag it must be clear Pulkit did ask many questions. Mujhse bhi zyada. In fact sales mein hote hue. You were a genius. When we were in school, ek baat kehte they... sawaal aksar periods nikaal diya karte hain. So pulkit's questions were actually non minded by others. But pulkit, I did not expect that question- Why is your bag that heavy! Oh bless me.!

THE RAJNI FAN: Bala!
Ohh everybody in the boardroom knew that- especially after that intro session- where RJ Sachin described Bala. Bala was another south Indian in the group and trust me all I met were good. Khair, best about Bala was- he was simple- simply simple! Bless you Bala- And my suggestion- catch a girlfriend!hahah.

THE RAJASTHANI ACQUAINTANCE: Aayush
Aayush had to join Goa. He reached the session on the second day I guess. But seriously, I was so very relieved to have a Rajasthani acquaintance! Jaipurite Aayush.. Right??

RJ Sachin: I won't tag this person. But he was good. Phir simple kahoongi to aap kahenge ye bhi simple- wo bhi simple! But then sachin: I'll read your novel.. bas likh lo!

Mr. Girish: He was another person who I think I should mention Akele hindi bhashi! Sir, language power hai!

There are others who I think I should mention. Butttt aap padh nahi paayenge! sO, JUST LAST!

THE BEST MOMENT: The product presentation. Seriously after the presentation- Iwas most satisfied. Ab tak 4 din mujhe lag raha tha... can I and after the presentation- chalo! I am not dead. Creative karke achchha lagta hai!

And dear reader, agar aap padhte padhte nahi thake hain... saavi likhte likhte that gayi hai! so spare me!

Departure!

Aaye bhi, Baithe bhi,... aur bin kuchh kahe... chal bhi diye!

Dear Listener (Yahan off course Reader), I apologize. Sry for not declaring my departure. For not letting you know that probably Kota will never be able to hear my voice (on air) again. PROBABLY, 30TH NOVEMBER AAKHIRI HI THA!

You know, more than you people, my heart sank, my life slipped into questions, my tummy clinched inside- as on 30th November I said, aaj Kota mein Saavi ka aakhiri, 'Humse Bachke Kahan Jaaoge Babu...'I guess isse pehle ye line kehne par I never cried. (doosre rote honge to pata nahi... but at least I never cried.) Par iss baar I couldn't stop. U know aansu aur bina kaam ke sms roke nahi rukte. AAh.(YOU KNOW WHAT, I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COURAGE TO TELL THE LISTENERS THAT I AM GOING- SO I DIDN'T SPEAK THAT ON AIR. BUT SOMEHOW, THE WHOLE SHOW THAT DAY WAS LOW) Khair, I am sure, even you must have had that question- Saavi kyon?? Kya hua? Has the company chucked you? Zaroor kisi ne zyada paisa diya hoga? And greatest of all Shaadi to nahi ho rahi?? Uff!!

I know that is not your mistake, thinking and imagining that I probably had a Thakur v/s Gabbar waali ladai with Tadka and now badle ke liye- Saavi chhodkar jaa rahi hai. But seriously, sometimes... nothing of the sort happens. In fact, jahan main 5 saal 11 maheene rahi... jahan 1000 episodes (bina chhutti ke) poore kiye... jahan ghar se zyada maine time bitaya... jahan ki team is no less than my best mentors...wahan se jaana was just like - mujhe exam mein answer aata hai- par likh nahi rahi hoon...I know I can top, par bas fail hone ki koshish kar rahi hoon! Life aisi hi hai.

Any ways, the original question: Saavi ne chhoda kyon? I have heard the film stars saying- " humein falana film ki shooting karne mein bada maza aaya... it was like a family on the set" But urgently, lets not forget.... every film's shooting does come to an end. Nahi to- agar amitabh bachchan taaumr agar sirf 'vijay' bane rehte to kya chalta? Mamma ki shaadi se unka bhi ghar change ho gaya. And jaise khaane mein aap har roz kuchh ek jaisa nahi kha sakte waise roz saavi ko kaise sunte?? To bas, socha- Achchha to hum chalte hain! Phir kab miloge?? na tum jaano na hum!

Aur ha, sabse badi baat, mere jaane se kaiyon ko space milegi. Naya talent saamne aayega. Logon ne socha hoga... kab se kundali maarkar baithi hai saavi... ye jaayegi to humara number aayega... To bas, ek social decision lete hue- kaiyo ko naukri ka mauka dete hue- MAINE TADKA KO BBBBYE BID KAR DIYA!! :)

The hidden blunder- Saavi...a host?

Saavi… a show host?

Life mein koi bhi cheez sirf do hi sooraton mein hoti hai…
1. When you wanna do it.
2. When you are thrown into it..!

Aah! Dear reader, you might be thinking.. arey mohtarma… bade philosophical ho rahi hain, sab theek to hai na..!

Ya, yun to sab theek hai… bas zara kuchh yaad karke hum female Devanand ho rahe hai… you know… dramatically emotional. Rajasthan Patrika’s Dandiya this year ended just yesterday. The public was good and so was the experience. But frankly, if it had been my choice, I would have never been the host to this show. (Kyun, Main hoon ‘Naaa’) So, it’s another incident that happened a few years back (imagine the flashback), when Saavi never knew that she could even host any show.

If you have read my previous blogs, you’d know that I never aspired to be a jock. But life had its own plan. A forced audition got me the prefix RJ; while another forced effort got me into hosting. Four years back, 2010. Alike each time my colleagues told me, “Saavi .. Apne dandiya mein chalen???”
Me: Yaar apna to Dandiya dance zara kamzor hai… tumhi chale jaana.
Colleague: To tujhe konsa Dandiya karna compulsory hai. Bas chal challenge, ghoom ke aa jaayene.
Me: Ha, par jaldi aa jayenge… subah show hota hai…
Colleague: K.

So there, after office, Saavi was picked up by her colleagues and together we reached the venue. My colleagues on one hand wanted to enjoy, I simply accompanied them for their hearts. Ya, being a speaker myself, at that moment I was even wondering about one more thing… Who shall be the host. I had heard then, that a famous and the only anchor of Kota did that job. So, us waqt to bas yun laga.. koi nahi aaj kisi aur ko bolta dekhenge… kuchh unse bhi learn karenge. (I don’t know, how many of you have actually experienced this- but kabhi kabhi apna kaam kisi aur ko karte dekhna – here speaking- bhi kaafi achchha hota hai.. ) Chalo aaj kisi aur ki galtiyaan nikaalenge.. hahahah.
In fact, that evening, we quite entered as the ‘shareef kids’ ..I mean, all in time… Jaise Master Chef ke ghar ki clock chal rahi ho..! I remember, hum kuchh zyada hi jaldi panhuch gaye the- tabhi jis host ko main dekhna chahti thi- wo bhi nahi dikhe… I thought, kuchh der baad aayenge shayad.
So, dressed in pink, I walked as a khulla rabbit! Haha, kaam kuchh karna nahi- basss dekhenge. But donno why, our Branch Manager sir and a few other seniors kept glaring- while we entered. I thought, koi nahi, hum zara naye hain… to dekh rahe honge. Suddenly, he called us and said- “Saavi, show sambhalna hai…” And I was like- jaise kisi ne Vindu Darasingh se autograph lene ke liye majboor kar diya ho… Na keh nahi sakte- Haa Karen to kaise… ab ise pehle kabhi itna wadda public event host kiya bhi nahi. Bura ho gaya to koi chhodega nahi, aur achchha hone ka sawal hi nahi! Saavi bure phanse.

Ooparwaala jhooth na bulwaaye… at that moment- My colleagues were no less than Big Boss’ Andy. I actually cursed my colleagues in the purest language of my heart- Pata nahi kaunse moohoort mein inko maine ha kiya… ab batao mujhe to dandiya mein aana bhi nahi tha… ab sambhalna padega…Sab ke sab…uff!
Finally, I was handed over with mike (Life mein pehli baar mohabbat bhi nafrat si lag rahi thi). I started and ended. All I tried to remember was- what my boss did as a host and applied all that I had. I was literally nervous (hum bhi insaan hi hain yaar!). Bas bol diya… But frankly as I stopped, one… two… three… four… all came asking- AAPKA NAAM… BAHUT BADHIYA BOLE AAP… AAPKA NUMBER DE DEEJIYE…And I was like- gazzab mazaak kar rahe hai… baawre to nahi hue hain na koi..! I was still confounded. All I thought was- subah se koi nahi mila inn logon ko.. yahan kabhi hosting ki nahi… oopar se ye mazaak… uff! But then, Sir seemed happy.

Till date I have not been able to guess… as of what made me a host. But ya with the experience I can lend you something…

Top three things to do to be a good host:
1. Apne shabdo ko paise ki tarah kharch karo
2. Mike ko geela mat karo…. And..
3. Ab bas bhi karo!