crushes that crosses~ !!

Let me divide my so far life to 3 phases to describe (rather disclose) about all my crushes..... :)
1st phase--
I was in my primary school days... sud nt mention those as crushes, dont know what shall I address those.

--I started my schooling in a village/small town called "Sonepur" in Orissa. Fresh air and fresh water of Mahanadi. That is really unforgetable and awesome. Specially all giant temples in the village. My family took a rented house near the bank of Mahanadi. The house owner's family were friendly and we were never tenants to them. Used to spend all my free time in their home. We had a common door in between, but that was never closed. They had three girls and a boy. The second daughter was my classmate. Say it was my first crush, I call it puppy love. lolzzzz She was dam cute, after all she was a marwari girl.

--It was my scholarship examination day in Bolangir,Orissa. I was with my dad waiting for the bell to ring. A sweet girl came to me and asked hey saggy, whats your hall number? I got a throbing on my head, a girl is talking to me and that to my dad was with me. I was trembling, I said mine is hall no. x. She was the prettiest girl in my school. Yes, we used to interact everyday in school but that day I was with my dad. It was later, me n dad became more closer and friendly . I got thru the scholarship along with that sweet little girl. We were two from my school. Then we started having brunch together and we used to walk home together. She was in the same "pada" that is the street where I used to put up. Guys, I am befuddled and not sure to tell whether it was puppy love or infatuation or something else. You people know the story of my mathe paper in std-2 right? So let me discuss about this further on my last phase. Don ask now, you will understand once I reveal.

Then as my dad got posted to IRE in Ganjam district. I joined a school near to our quarters. There I met a sweet girl, she was my dad's friend's daughter. I must say she was not my crush, but I loved sharing time wid her. We used to play games and lots of ground activities together. Dare you guys, she is married now with a 2 year old kid. he he....

2nd Phase--

Then comes the age of adolescence. More active but still immatured to decide stuffs. I joined a High school in Berhampur, Orissa. It was std-7 when a girl (forgot her name) joined our school. I was the school monitor and I completely took benefits from my rights from the authority. Never used to let her stand, she knew that and she used to talk to me (only me). See guys how we indians learn bribing and cheating from our early age, ha ha... Coincidentally she happened to be my dad's friend's daughter, "fortune favors the brave". Is nt it? But the story ended with a sad bookmark as they got transfered to BBSR. So bad to me :(

Then in std-8, this crush was for only short time may be for few months. Reason is very sad and funny, I got one more. ha ha ha ha.... Heard that she is working with a mnc in bangalore only. Shall I try my hands again? lolzzzzz...

It was my 10th board exam year. Me and my friend goutam accompanied each other to a dailly tution. It was fun, we two guys and 4 girls were there. Among those girls, one was there who used to be in my side whenever we argued regarding any matter say intracurricular or extracurricular. She was just a girl next door. Dono where she is these days. Mostly got married only.

Then in 12th I was unlucky as in my group no girls were there. But opportunities are always there, my tution. Had 2 crushes during those 2 yrs...

Engineering days, its bit more matured and more input :)
It was more hurting loosing chances, one girl whom i really liked was meant for somebody else. As its very specific, cannot discolse more about this story. ;)
Then old heroine and new entry, remember the girl scored more than me? She was doing her studies in the same city where I was doing my engineering. I just happened go to her and meet her sometime. This story took a reverse gear and I came to know that girl likes me like hell. I got flummoxed. I could not digest it. I was totally confused, I could not reply to her. But later one of my close friend made me to think on that. But by the time I was trying to think about her, she got engaged. Simply I was late. Then once I met her, she said now too you can do something. I got selfish as I never took her seriously and my mouth was in mute-on state. It was a tragic end to that story.

3rd phase

my job life started...
this time more sensational stories.. but guys u all have to talk to me offline. who knows what hard feelings one can take from this. he he he he he he...

P.S->
1)All my crushes were "dame" :)
2) Crushes crosses, don halt at their occurance. Go ahead till you get your rite partenr.
3)If you keep on searching for rite partner, once you will be rich with stupid feelings left with nothing. So "go get it" attitude has to be learnt.
Guys confused, even me. Still working to conquer on this.

Love u all,
saggy

locomoting my huge body [:)] !!!!!!

AreN't I Happy!!!!!!!

I remember glimpse of my kindergarten days. Always in jovial mood and enjoying with friends. Nothing used to lure me or nothing used to stop me to enjoy upto my fullest extent. I was happy while playing and even I was happy while crying for chocolates, horlicks, amul and ofcos my favorite ice cream. How fun it was? But only thing I can say is "Gone are the DAYS".

Oh God!!! why u took away that funny age from my layers of age bars. What crime I did for which u enhanced all my awareness/senses to feel for sorrows. Cannot you make them to catch only joy and happiness? I wish I were like that. I was a maverick.

Things started when I joined school, slowly I allowed myself to have a coating of external hinderance for happiness. I started feeling the word "self". Started feeling jealous of people who were better than me. But why? Even I dono. I remember my standard-2 final mathe exam results, I got 95 out of 100. There was a girl who had secured 100 out of 100. I tried to cheat my teacher by manipulating one answer in the paper. I was caught. Since then I stopped talking to that girl for jealousy. Later thought of talking to her but unfortunately I left that school. I was not happy for months because she secured more than me, that to she used to stay near my home. When I was in Lkg, why din I think about my marks? These all questions always make me to mull.

High school days, started hating people whom I din like. I wonder why this din happen in early days. Does it lead to "M not happy" tag to my forehead? Got everything sweet family, good bunches of jokers (my pals). But still I went to kettles of fish every other day thinking about what I don have. But why cant I think what God has given me. "Aren't I happy?"

College days, people started thinking about engineering and medical. I too, "engineering is good handsome salary and lots of exposure" thats what a 16 year old boy thinks out of school. Went into the channelized and already set single line career. Later on realized, am not happy with it. But no options. Joined a software company, one of the best in core development. But I am not happy. Don ask me guys, I don know even. Started feeling like, gimme a break and lemme change my company. Joined an international MNC. Felt good for few days. But the memory cells started pulling me "am not happy". Now what, I dont know, confused!!!!!!!!

Now too its happening intermittently, sometimes m happy and sometimes I go into oceans. Why? Is it like all the people fell so, or "am not happy?". I feel "If I were a kid".....

But we grow along with our age and we start to think a lot, with this beutiful mind people are there who hold their nerves and they come out of all these mental traumas. A renowned boxer (don remember the name) had stated something which we always come across in our life. He was suffering from cancer, known to be the most dangerous decease to perish. He was asked in an interview, do you regret and complain God. He replied if I din ask God "Why me" when he made me boxing champion and gave all happiness then why shall I do now?

Guys, While I wrote this blog was thinking I wont be unhappy anymore. But its really a huge task, will definitely write blogs if I will come across any such bad day where I feel "Aren't I happy!!!!!!!".

"poroma vyomana"

Lemme tell something abt the phrase "poroma vyomana", a phrase from an erudite of veda's time. The phrase was written in ancient indian script sanskrit. People know that the vedas were written in sanskrit. But actually it started with some un-correlated drawings and scripts. Later it was re-written in sanskrit. Later they called it vedas. Most of the things and scriptures in vedas are related to chimeric thots, they were more into illumination kinda feeling. They were not realistic. Noone used to say "this is mine" and "that is yours". So called saints of that era never used to script anything with realistic notion.
When things started to conincide with spiritism and reality, savants started deriving meaning from all the scripts of vedas (specially from rig veda). But problem for gurus like Sri dayanand and Mr. Aiyar were non articulated philological scripts in the vedas. One can depict anything from the illuminated phrases of vedas. Thus it was difficult to define any meaning of any phrase of vedas. It was the short time before the age of Upnisheds and Sanhitas, when morals of vedas were getting splitted into two ways. This saga of difference of two concepts narrated by the brahmanas and the Upanisheds itself can give thousands of examples of multi meaning phrases. It depends who makes "Sandhi Biched" (splitting words to derive meaning) in what way. Slowly in the later period "sandhis" were defined but during the period I am talking about was ill-treated period for scriptures.
So if you consider the phrase "poroma vyomana". Generally todays date we say the meaning is "highest heaven". This is a famous sanskrit word even used by most of the mantras by the brahmins. But in the period of scripting vedas, few writers justified "poroma vyomana" can also be articulated as lowest hollow. As "uma" (in the word vyomana) means "who was prevented from doing of own will". They said "poroma vyomana" can also be meant as lowest hollow.
So what I wanted to convey here in this message is, vedas are such complex thing anyone can make out any meaning from a single possible phrase. For some it may be a constructive meaning or for some it can be something hell. Understanding at least a single veda among the available four vedas is inconceivable. Even european scholars had put their hand into solving the meanings but they were able to do it upto some extent which is nowhere near the huge ocean of scripts in "vedas the writ". Simple example would be one word "Aum" having thousands of linguistic meanings.

premier jour....

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hi, this is saggy the sagar. I always thank my stars to be born in a family where people love travelling and exploiting different hidden corners of India.
Still remember the days ma dad used to offer ma mom 2 options (when ma dad got any bonus or reward). @@@ u want a gold chain or
@@@ u want to go some place.
Ma mom who is a south indian, well known for females putting flowers and boring jewelleries I say gold "hathkadis", always refused to buy gold. Since then it has been a routine to go some place every summer.
Had a habit of writttting every tiny experience of my jaunts into a small notepad. But by the help of Mr.Computer now i feel high into the sky to post about my itinerary to pondicherry.
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They call it "premier jour" in french.
Started my journey with ma friend manoj. Entered the train with a feel as if all the Bangaloreans greeting us "Bon Voyage". We were not closing eyes with a fear of missing the excitement for the trip. But ultimately to keep the process set I said bye to the dawn dedicated for pondicherry.
I hate annas and ammas of chennai who did not even ask me before chocking all the wheels of chennai. What to do!!!!!!
They asked u know tamil? i wonder i was not in India..Do we have any tamil coaching classes in B'lore?? Oh gosss I wanna learn...
Somehow i was able to reach a friend's place. Went to a hotel for breakfast, yummy typical oriya khana.. "Puri and guguni". Koi mujhe puri and guguni ladega kya?
Thanks God!!! I was lucky enough as i was in the lucky street as my friend "Lucky" puts up there. Sochta hoon .. To ask her to come back to B'lore. Else who can miss the food she cooked for me n manoj. "Subhan Alla"....
As the day was almost kissing the night we started for pondi or pudducherry or pondicherry. I was thinking of requesting Tata Motors/Ashok Leyland for more buses. ufffffff it was awful to stand for 3 long hours as all the seats denied me to put my weight on them.
"Karla my baby", thats what vicky bhaya call her.. She is a mexican with a slight indian flavour. she had booked a rented house for all we three...me, manoj and herself. When i see her and think about indian girls I feel pity for them who pretend like friendly and conservative but they are not.
Then we headed towards the roaring sea of Pondi. Wow!!!!!!!! It was awesome. If money and time allows me then I wish i could spend days and nites dere....
It was time for the appointments i had for all the dream gals... lol!!!!!!!
So next day, deuxieme jour in french, will be in next blog.....