Cake,Biscoot,Paruti!!

“Parutiiii!!! Cake, Biscoot Parutii!!”

Whenever I used to hear these sweet rhythmic words, I knew it was 4 in the evening. Hopped on a bicycle, which had a huge basket tied to its rear end, paddled the “Bread wale uncle”. Continuously ringing the bell, he kept repeating the above words. And I swear it was way too catchy.  My Mom used to buy bread from him almost every day. And if it as my lucky day, she even bought some cupcakes for me! For those of you who are still wondering what Paruti is? Let me spell it out loudly, Paruti is bread.

Last weekend when I was buying bread, I suddenly remembered about that “Bread wale uncle”and his catchphrase! I have some hazy memory of me standing on my window waiting for him to arrive and then tell my mom about his arrival. He had an amiable personality and a smile which can make anyone’s day. I don’t exactly remember when we stopped buying bread from him. Actually I used to live in a small town. But as the town expanded, the availability of stuffs in the market became more prevalent. Branded goods became more common and I think our preference shifted to those branded bread and we stopped buying the local brand which the bread wale uncle used to bring. I think he stopped coming to our township because his sales had fallen badly.  

When I think over this, I realise that how we tend to forget or neglect contribution done by many people in our life. As I said, we used to live in a small township, so I should be thankful to that bread wale uncle who used to bring basic amenities at our door step. But then again, this is how the capitalist market works!

In our daily life, we may come across many such people whose actions are taken for granted. I know it is hard to return the gratitude to every such person in our life, but we may try our best to acknowledge the work they are doing for us. And yes, it should be done to people of every section our society.

And for today’s post I want to show my gratitude to one of my bestestestestestestest friend, Sunil Sowrabh! It was because of him, that I dragged my lazy ass to write this piece.

Finally,

Three cheers for all those unsung heroes in our life!

Thank you for your services J              

23 !

Hello Hello!
So I have turned 23 this week, that was on 17th. First of all a very happy birthday to all of you who celebrated their birthday on 17Th of November! This week was actually very prominent one for me! I joined my first job after graduation. It was a very hectic week. But by the end of the week I'm kind of enjoying this job. The environment was scary in first , but now I have accustomed to the culture. People say that we should love what we do, and it's been only a week and I could say that i'm loving it for now!
But the big thing to happen this week is me turning 23.
I won't lie, but I'm freaking out turning older year by year. I know it sounds very outrageous but I'm seriously acting like Joey from the series F.R.I.E.N.D.S, where he was very upset of turning old. I am the same. But the thing to ponder about is why am I feeling so ?
Am I afraid of loosing my youth? ... No
Am I afraid of the responsibility that comes with the adult life? ... No
But what is it that is eating me up?
I guess I am afraid of loosing the carefree days. I know that my loved one are also growing older as I grow older each other. We all have to leave this land and head for heaven one day, so maybe it's the fear that the day when I loose those loved ones are also approaching.
Let's talk about vanity. Yes! I used to look younger for my age . But in this last 6 months , I have seen significant change in my feature and body weight! People say that I have started looking like an adult, and that came as a shock for me because for past years I have been listening that I look young for my age! So I guess these comments came as a fuel to my ageing worries!
So while I embark on my new journey to responsible,independent and working individual, I keep on sulking for turning 23!
Just answer me one thing, am I overreacting? or is this a phase every early 20 something goes through! Whatever be the answer, the fact remains that I'm 23 :(
Finally,
three cheers for Adult life!

Happy Diwali !! And Happy 1st birthday to my blog !

Today is Diwali!! Happy Diwali people... But wait.. Today is also the first birthday of my blog... I thought a lot that how to celebrate this occasion and then I decided to post a personal message through this video. Yes, I am finally speaking in my blog! So when I was in my traditional attire( cause of diwali) , I arranged my mobile's camera on a never used tripod , and finally after 5 takes , here is my personal message... "TADA"

Thanks again to all of you for being a part of my blogging journey!

Three cheers for the every day me blog!!!

Busy !!!!

So I really want to update my blog but i got no time to do so. as I am busy preparing joining for my first job. This month is going to be very  important for me.First of all... this blog will turn one on 11th of this. The author of this blog will also turn a year older this month. Apart from that , we also have diwali on 11th!! (isn't it great, my blog's birthday and diwali is falling on same day)! I am in love with November and I have written many post about it!

As I don't have much time, I will give you a flashback of my previous post regarding November.
First... my reasons on why I think November is the best month...you can read it here

I have also written my post about Movember or No shave November

And I have shared my favourite recipe of cupcakes ,, so that you can delight your taste buds!

This blog is completing it's first year, and you guys don't know how much pleasure it gives me to see that someone has viewed my posts even if it remains dormant for most times!
Thanks for the support!

Update about my new blog

Hello everyone....
First of all thank you for reading the Every day me blog. It feels really good when you all take out time and read my views on different topics. Who knew I would gain readers from all over the world, stretching as far from Indonesia to USA. And of course Hola to my readers from Spain, who makes 
second most readers of my blog after my own country people!
with such a warm response, I would request you all to also catch on my article on another blog, where I share it with one of my closest friend. here's the link
http://thatmakesallsense.blogspot.in/
And no, i'm not going to stop writing Everyday me blog!
Thanks for your consistent support
Finally
Three cheers for my readers!

Oh fate! why art thou so cruel!!:

Something terrible happened today….. Our valuable got stolen by a pickpocket.

A brief history before I narrate the incident…

My mom had gone to Mumbai, to attend some family occasion (in my previous post I have stated that almost all my relatives lives in Mumbai). So I went to Bhubaneswar, to pick her up from the airport and then board back train to my home (which is in Noamundi). Today morning at 7.45, we boarded our train and after we arranged our luggage, we settled in our seats. My mother was then shocked to find the chain of her purse open!! She looked inside to find that her wallet was missing from inside!!! We look around but that didn’t help. Another shock welcomed us after a few minute when we found that our cell phone was also missing!!( a brand new Samsung Note 3 L ) . When did this incident took place,, we don’t have any idea. There is definitely lose of money as well as an awesome gadget and we are taking all the legal action which is possible. But we know that it is as good as gone!!! We may be down for a little days, but well,, that was our fate….

But talking about fate… here the interesting thing that happened….

So, my mother had got some attire for our family friend, and she gave us the money for the thing that she had asked for. My mother told me to keep the cash in my wallet, and I did keep it, but then I found that my wallet has swollen because of all the cash so I put it back again in my mom’s wallet!! Now I am literally cursing myself for putting in back in her wallet!!

And yes about the cell phone….

I usually keep it in my back pack or in my pocket…. But I don’t know why, today, while we were in a hurry to get out of house to catch the train,, we put in my mom’s purse!!

Just think about it,,, two things which was never supposed to be in a place,, gets in that place somehow,,, and get stolen!!!!!!  

And yes,,, do we have any suspects??

Well we saw a porter inside our coach who seemed a bit odd. Now I know it’s wrong to put allegation on someone without knowing the truth,,, but guess what? We asked the passengers around us about that porter… and to our shock; everyone said they didn’t hire any porter!!! One of the passengers told us that it may had been that the pickpocket was disguising as a porter. We don’t know what’s the case,,, but to my fellow Indians travelling from the Indian railways… beware of such people…..

But my question remains the same….

Oh fate! Why art thou so cruel!

Finally,

Three cheers for the pickpocket

He/she really was smooth in getting his/her job done  : /

The last page:

No, don’t get the title wrongly! I am not stopping to write this blog. Today, the last page of one of the most important chapter of my life was completed. Today was the last day of my College.

So, my Semester got over today…(hope it explains the long absence of post…apologies for that!!). Along with the exam my college life ended today. While I have always dreamt of how this day would be spent (like everybody would hug each other and would get teary eyed), but to my surprise no such thing happened. I mean, yes, we did get nostalgic, and there was tons of posing for the infinite picture shots and the selfies/ussies. But none of us was treating this day as some sort of tragedy!!

Though to be very honest, the reality is yet to set in for most of us. The majority of my friends were still in the delusion that the sems has just ended and we will all meet after a month of vacation. But that is not the case. I guess we all will realize the situation when we will go to work or go to another institute to pursue higher studies. The absence of those silly friends, the good old college building, the patties available in the canteen, all these things would create a pang in our heart!!

So, what’s next?

Well, we will try to distract ourselves with the new chapters in our life. In my case, I would be looking forward for my first job, which I will begin later this year. It is so strange that though we miss the past moments of our life, we all are eagerly waiting for the new journey, hoping it would be best for us.   

So am I going to miss my college? Well, I won’t miss the college, but I will definitely miss the moments spend with all my friends.

I  still want to complete my post graduation, and I am sure in some years, I would be enrolling myself into a new college. But I’m pretty much sure; it won’t be as  fun as my graduation life!!

This board which is installed in my college has one of the best quotation to define life.

Hope to follow it through my new journey.

Finally, three cheers for College life!!

Three cheers for OEC( my alma mater)!

Hostels and it’s fun!

Few days ago I was chatting with my friend about my first hostel experience…. of how weird it was , of how the food sucked  and of how it gave us the ultimate fun as we all live away from the family, experiencing freedom as well as responsibility for the first time. For most of the students, their first experience of staying away from the family begins when they join college in different part of their country. I have been living in hostel from my higher secondary and from then my amazing life has began.

Living in hostel is fun, but I have seen many guys getting homesick and returning back to home. I remember my first day at the hostel. I have seen mothers crying when their children pack their bags. But it wasn’t the case with me. My parents didn’t create a scene (thankfully). Neither did I cried or felt homesick. Of course I miss home and the home cooked food or as we say Maa ke haath ka khana  but staying alone has obviously made me more self reliable and independent.

When I went to college, I choose not to stay in the college hostel. I decide to give it a try to private hostels. Unfortunately that wasn’t a pleasant experience. My hostel or as we say mess was owned by group of men who remained drunk whenever I saw them. Still as I was staying with my friends and the fact that there was no entry time limit ( well it was because the landlords were awake whole night drinking), so it was fun initially… but the reality set in soon. My first year classes were held early in the morning. So early that I had to leave my mess by 6.30 am in the morning to catch my college bus. The building entrance was a sort of indoor garage and the main gate was a huge steel gate. It was quite tall and you couldn’t even jump off the gate. The key of the main gate remained with the landlords. So every morning I have to go and wake up a bunch of stinky, drunk sleeping men, who used to hurl abuses at me as I was waking them up from their precious slumber. This continued from some days till one day I saw another guy of my mess jumping off the gate. As I said earlier the gate was too high…so that day I learned the technique to climb that gate by noticing the guy’s technique ( like at which corner we have to place our foot to climb etc). And there I was, jumping a 12 to 15 feet gate every morning…. I still think how I was able to do that…. So all set, no more dealing with those drunken idiots? Umm no!!

 Apparently they used to call all the messmates and gather them at  the terrace during night and under the influence of alcohol  made fake allegations such as ” I heard someone calling me a  motherf@#$er” or “I saw someone puncturing my bike”. I have to tell that those guys were quite huge and scary  too. I remember one of them was more than 6 foot tall and had shaved head and eyebrows too (much like Sanjay Dutt’s kancha cheena in the Movie “Agneepath”,,, really creepy). So I and my friends decided we have had enough. We decided to leave the mess. But as per the rule we have to pay two month’s rent in advance if we have to leave. Of course it was a verbal agreement and nothing was made legal in paper before we joined. And we knew that if we go and talk about leaving room to those goons, they would have created a problem. So when it was Durga Pooja vacation (eastern Indian school and colleges remains close for two week during this festival), we packed our stuff and said that we are leaving for home, but instead switched to a better place. After the vacations we informed them by the phone that we have left the place. They shouted on us but then asked us to come and give us the room key at least, to which we replied that you are free to break the lock!!! Thus the nightmare finally ended!! Phew!!

I know what we did wasn’t right, but hey sometimes you have to take the crooked way. So this is what I wanted to say about the hostel life. I would have never imagined myself getting out of the trouble like that, but I did. So in difficult times , these are the precious reminders which help us to overcome any difficulty.

 By the end of this year, I would be joining my first job. I know even there I have to find a bachelor’s pad but one thing which I can tell for sure is that it would not  be as fun as the college time…

P.S ,  I am bunking my class and writing this piece now!!!