"photo"electric effect

Before any of you starts feeling I am going to start a Physics lecture let me clarify it is nothing like that.

But sometimes the jealousy of human mind amazes me.I know it better coz I think I am one of the most jealous guys you will ever meet and I say this with all sincerity.

After the last post everyone started asking for Katja's photo as proof .HAHAHAHAHA.I can stop annny stranger on the street get my photo clicked and say this is Katja.then what will you do??Probably start asking for her birth certificate or something.

Go thru the orkut profile of any IITian intern in Europe and you will find atleast one photo with a mem. Even I thought at times that I should do this but Hey I am not on a 2 month sojourn here.I have to live for 18 months here.I would much rather make friends out here than get my photos clicked.

There were two reasons I did not bring a camera along.I am from a middle class family which doesnt really swim in money and a digital camera could mean half the month's salary.I couldnt do that just to fulfill some fantasy.But the more important reason is that this trip is my dream.I want to live it for myself and not for someone else. and when u run after Kodak moments that can get ruined.

The night I almost lost my virginity not once but twice

Ok so now that I have made u leap out of your seats with the title, I guess I wil have to deliver on the content part too.

Now that I am sure that not more than 10 people read this blog(even that much seems an exaggeration) I can get a bit raunchy out here.Hey I have warned you in advance.And I am sure that I will probably end up looking like a complete dumbo at the end but I did whatever I did after careful thought and in complete senses.

I perhaps mentioned before that I made friends with a lot of Punjabi people out here in Leipzig( i will soon write a post about them also). They would keep on talking about how they got this girl today and that girl.And I kept on wondering that this is not possible.No one can do stuff like that.we are all outsiders here.And they would especially tease me saying u r such a tall handsome guy who knows english well.U can have whoever u want.I remember a Pakistani's comment especially"Agar mein tere jinna sohna hunda na taan adhi leipzig diyan kudian da &&(*^&*(^*^*^*(*&*^^%%$^R^ kar chukya hunda." And even two of my companions here would go to discs and night clubs and return to tell incidents setting me even more on fire.

I began to think that there has to be something wrong with me only that I cant get a girl here.I'd say my insistence on the girl making the first move was the culprit.But i was not going back on that.Coz otherwise there is no fun in the game.

You perhaps remember the France Togo match.It was kinda relief for me from the bad mood I was in.
On tuesday there were two matches Brazil-Ghana and France-Spain.I left office early went home slept took a shower and came to watch the matches.Brazil's match had just reached half time when one of my Punjabi friends(Minta) came up and said let's go.boht aish karvata hai woh even though he himself is no rich man.We met two other guys and watched the match together.Chalo match khatam hua and Minta said he will come back here only for the 9 PM match.I said i will be here only.when I entered the arena (which was almost empty)I saw this attractive girl talking to two guys. I just thought in my mind Lucky bastards.I sat alone for some time and then three deutsch people said France will lose today( I was wearing a France tshirt today)and i said no it will win.they laughed and said let's see.they were joined by another man(an Iranian) who seemed more friendly he said hello and said "Du bist english"(are you english?)I said no and came to their table.and in my broken deutsch said france will win today. Meanwhile the girl I was talking about came to the table.and started speaking with the three germans. and then to the iranian(he spoke deutsch).and then she said something to me.my standard reply"Ich sprache nicht Deutsch".And she said "Oh" but do you speak english??and my eyes literally lit up.

Yes indeed I speak english.and I cant thank you enough if you also do.Oh she was a goddess.It was still an hour for the match to start. we talked about a lot of things-politics,caste system,Bush,Iraq(ok you can laugh but remember the one who laughs last laughs the longest)love,drugs,music.She said Spain is going to win today.I told her that I can bet that france is going to win.

bore ho rahe ho?should i switch over to the good stuff right away.well just one little detail.It rained that evening(it comes into the picture later).and for a moment I thought perhaps my hopes have also been washed away.

Ok france 1-0 down.she comes up to me I am sorry but ur team is going home today.and then france scores I instinctively give her a hug(too tight).half time rain starts again france scores again and this time it is no hug.We kiss each other.3rd goal and I am a bit more reserved and just give a hug.France wins. Viva La france.

This girl was hot.I saw atleast 4 other guys trying their luck with her.there was even one who asked her about the night and she politely said no.She was not young.she said 27 but looked like 32 to me.but great figure and beautiful dress.

Ok so what???well then we danced in the arena for some while and kissed again. it was my first time dancing with a girl hand in hand and i am really really bad at that. I cursed myself for that. the DJ wounded up and she said I want to give u a grand party.in the meanwhile a german had also come along . He said he also wanted to go.She said Ok.so we took a taxi to "LA PLAYA CLUB" which had a reggae and salsa night.she was crazy about reggae. but when we reached there all that was playing was salsa and i swear I could have gone to sleep in that music .she went up to the DJ and told him that this guy has come from France and where is the fucking reggae music?We left the club cursing them all the way.

No tram No taxi. we decided to hitch hike.and what a way to hitchhike.she would stand in the middle of the road tell us to hide and raise her dress a little.two cars stopped but when we appeared they sped away. she called up a taxi from her mobile and then she dropped the bombshell,"Look it is getting late.If you want you can come over to my home to sleep with me.I mean in my house.No sex just hospitality."

My friends in Leipzig had told me that girls would always invite u this way only to unleash themselves later.Hmmmm frankly she was so friendly and so jovial that I couldnt resist saying yes if only to get to spend more time with her.and then I committted a blunder I asked her are you sure it wont be a problem if I come home with you.This in front of the german(she had given the invitation when he had gone to piss)and the german started asking her what is he saying and she said nothing nothing.well the taxi didnt show up we went by tram to the main station and she asked me are you sure you will find your way back home I said yes.She went to the tram driver and enquired about my stop(HEHEHHE she didnt know I have been going by the same tram for past two months).she seemed genuinely concerned about me. She gave me her phone no.and said call me . I want to see you again. Then we kissed each other 4 times(yupp I was counting)and with a tear in the eye i said bye bye.had it not been for the bloody german I would have woken up in a girl's room

I am not too sure what I would have done if I had really gone there. I dont think i would have gone all the way with her no way.I might call her up one of these days and take her out or see another match with her(she paid for that evening). I remember one of her lines,"Money money honey it is not funny"
Oh I have this idiotic habit of giving the girl's name in the end - katja

ok the second chance was more direct and this time i myself turned it down(btw the second chance came before the first). we were dancing after the match and this girl comes up to me and asks me where are u from.India I say.and then she said one of the funniest lines I have ever heard," You look like Bob Marley."She was Sandarin from Hungary and man she was desparate that night.she started running her hands over my chest and said i want to dance with you. I took her aside and kissed her passionately she seemed to be begging for more and straight forward asked ," do you live with ur parents or friends" I said No I live alone.She started smiling and then it struck me what she was really asking. i danced with her kissed her once more and went back to Katja.Later I saw her going with one of the English fans(dont ask me what was an English fan doing in a France- spain match).I didnt like the looks of her.I dont mean she was ugly or something.on the other hand she was more beautiful than katja.it was her desparation which set the alarm bells ringing.

So I survived that night to tell you this story.and the sojourn continues............................

A 'distressful' post

People keep wondering how come this bloody guy is having a ball out there.No crashes,no false starts,no nightmares.nothing.Simply because i believe that smile and the world smiles with you.cry and you cry alone.so apna rona dhona mein usually apne pass rakhta hoon.

But aah just to clear those misgivings I write this post.The past few days have been very tough for me(those who know me well know that I say this after every few days[;)]).

I lost my flight tickets and with that my entire savings went for a toss.Already my papers for the schol had gotten fucked up(my mistake) and I was clearly not born with the silver spoon in my mouth.I had to arrange for finance for France also considering that I have to stay there for atleast 10 months.I misplaced my entrance card to the institute.I sprained my ankle badly and could hardly walk for 2 days.
Very frankly I have not exactly hit it off with my companions here.There has been the occasional tiff and things are not exactly smooth like a cheese.It could be that I am entirely to blame.hardly have had a long term contact with any of the locals.and as for the mems.well I quote Muhammad Ali on this"Silence is golden when u dont know a good answer."

I could have taken all this in my stride.but the next blow was literally...................I dont know what.I dont have words for it.I just kicked one of the pillars of my life with whom I shared all my joys and sorrows.Why?I guess it had to be done sooner rather than later.You dont make a promise breaker your life's pillar do you?but me idiot searching for utopia.never realising that utopia is just what it is meant to be.A myth.Der aaye durust aaye.

This indecision of mine kills me sometime.Oh god! why cant i stick to one damn thing.Ok ok b4 I look like the most frustrated guy out there.let me tell you that is not exactly the case.I was down for some time but not now.

Guardian angel didnt exactly pull it off this time but just enough for me to survive for the next day.that night it was the France Togo match.I was in a very bad mood that day.Feeling alone and more dangerously a loser.Born loser so to say.Anyways.I positioned myself next to two girls in the vain hope perhaps they might talk.but nope.nothing till half time.I was wearing a French tshirt that day.so i said why not go into the france crowd.it was a do or die match for france and it hadnt scored till then.suddenly it scores.jubiliation all around.but for me none.in front of me was this group of 4-2 boys ,2 girls.one of the girl was really beautiful(if u people know alizee then i was reminded of alizee by her).still nothing.then this girl looks back and whispers into one of the guys ears something.i throw a questioning look.the other gal asks me "you are wearing an older version of the france tshirt"I say with 32 teeth flashing"It is the only one I could get my hands on"This is all I need to get into the groove.
watched the rest of the match with them.And do you know where that "alizee" was from?Lyon.and uf she is anything to go by then Lyon could spell either of two things for me-heaven or more despopana.
we took out a kinda victory parade after france won(and zizou got another chance).the story ends there(remember this is a distressful post).oops almost forgot a small detail.going by the names they gave me I am in for a torrid time trying to remember the names of French people

next day I was all set to make amends.but jab din gande hote hain toh sab kuch galat jaata hai.pehle open air disc mein gaya toh kisi ki cigarette se shirt jal gayi.it was the only german jersey i had.went back home to change(home is 35 mins. away).and i was all the more desparate this time.Socha ki jo marzi ho jaaye aaj i'll loose all control in the disc.well the best of the plans go awry.At my tram station I met Alexander.6 ft 8 inches and with a body to die for.I told u abt him a while ago.He was going to the supermarket.I told him I am going to see the match.He said Can I come along.i said sure.I can tell you very frankly he is one of the best guys I have ever met.Not even one shortcoming. happy, humourous, humble.In the tram there were these 2 young girls absolutely drunk.Swinging away like a pendulum. We made a lot of jokes(albeit harmless jokes) about them.So in the crowd we two stood out.

He helped me mix in with the crowd.Since both of us were standing together we were "centre of attraction."So these group of germans ask for his height.and then ask him where he comes from.Bulgaria he says.Und Ihr colleguen(and your collegue).India he says. Their eyeballs come out as they say"india.but the people from india are klein(small)".No you bloody bastards you have never heard of the region-Punjab.and then another comes up and says in perfect English hey arent you guys interested only in cricket.Nahi yaar aisa nahi hai.All in all I can say that I had finally found my first European friend.

I had a plan to go to a nightclub or a discotheque that night.but Mr.Alexander had an exam.when?2 weeks later.huh?and u start studying right away.yeah yeah i have not studied the whole semester.
Hmmm reminded me of Dixie.saale dixie it was our dream to go together someplace and rock the world but fate had something else in store.as for the other guys.Saini switzerland mein akela baitha bore ho raha hai.nahi lagva sakta tha kya schengen visa.teri bhi masti meri bhi. and chugh,talwar. what do i say about them. we are just 100 km from each other but neither of us can visit each other.


Hmmm despite my best intentions I couldnt bring out the emotions that i really wanted to. Why? coz by the time i got down to writing this post events had taken place which had completely reversed the mood and for the first time i began to feel Germany is wonderful.What happened?Well I guess you have to wait for the next post.And I assure you I am going to earn both brickbats and bouquets for that.
It is going to be awesome

a filler

My habit of playing around with the words doesnt go easily.Well it would have irritated half the readers by now.Ok ok i must start b4 I irritate the others also.

A filler post.Definition-since i have not written for a long time i write this post just to clue you in on some of the very insignificant happenings.

Hmmm let's see where do we start.Aah yes.Mensa.Students' mess.we were 4 guys.So i found a place for 4 and the other 3 were a bit behind.a girl comes up and sits down.so woh teenon kahin aur kat lete hain.I think about saying "Guten Apettit" to her but I dont.and she picks up the fork and says ,"Excuse me but do Sikhs eat cows?"Me totally hakka bakka.Say hello to Andrea.She knew a helluva lot about India coz she had just married an Indian.We talk and we talk and we talk,and she offers me coffee but i dont have a cup.So she does the next best thing-gives me her phone no.and says come over for dinner.
Unfortunatley this doesnt have a very happy ending.I phone and her husband picks up.We talk and we talk and we talk.and he says come over on sunday.Heloooooooooooo sunday ko leipzig mein match hai france aur south korea ka.any other day perhaps.he said sure.but i guess things dont always work out as u want them to.


Ok so where next.oh yeah cricket field.No no not back home.Here in Leipzig.A group of Indians get together every weekend to play cricket.So we joined them the last sunday.and hello people guess who showed up-reporters from BBC English,BBC Hindi,Hindustan Times.Ok i will be modest here and just leave you with the link from HT.http://epaper.hindustantimes.com/artMailDisp.aspx?article=21_06_2006_020_013&typ=0&pub=264


what else.khaas nahi.next post is going to be a shocker.

a thank you mail for my guardian angel

Was getting bored like shit in the office so time to write another blog.

Hmmmmm first of all a public clarification.I dont write for anyone.This blog is for me only.So all these people who keep on creating hue & cry abt me writing lies in this can go to hell coz I dont give a damn abt you.Secondly yes this blog is only abt the rosy side of my stay here.There are thorns (as always) attached with these roses and when they prick they hurt like anything.

And now for the mail.Why a mail?Well i guess there is no other way of saying thanks.Everytime I have felt down my guardian angel has always rigged up some concotion to cheer me up(well almost always). The day I met Jana I was low like hell and she brought me back to earth level atleast.and the same thing happened during my trip to Hamburg.

I dont know why I had been feeling low and lonely during the entire trip.5am.Sunday.St.plais hauptbahnhoff.In the group of 7 I was with Ashu(sleeping) while the rest were scattered at different places.This girl comes up along with another girl(almost half asleep).Thick rimmed specs.hair tied in a careless manner.but full of energy and vigour.The chirpy kind.and she barks out something in German pointing at my floaters.And i use my standard reply,"Ich sprache nicht Deutsch".and she says ,"Oh but you look like a german".And i was like,"really??".she was one of the best characters I have met in my stay here.humble,ambitious and intelligent.She was Navina.so when I told her I was from India the interest began to increase.she asked me what her name meant saying that it is supposed to be an Indian name.I told her it means new but she said that I have heard that it means something else also.and then suddenly it struck me.Nagina +naveen=Navina.a new diamond.and do you know what was her reply.diamond that toh I really am.Yeah i know this doesnt go with the humility thing but frankly diamond she was.Maybe I should have told her that.What maybe,I should have definitlely told her that but then not everything goes perfect.

We talked for just 10 mins and within those 10 mins. I got to know a lot about her life and vice versa also.We also had to travel by the same train as hers but Golu was not well so we had to postpone our journey[:(].We said our goodbyes.No kisses by the way.It was really great to see someone after such a long time laughing along with you and the bonhomie created was great.If I were to write the entire conversation probably everyone would not even bother to start with this blog.so i give that a miss.

I know what is going to be the general comment on this post.Bandi se baat kar li toh koi boht bada teer maar liya?Yaar mein yahaan teer maarne waale incidents nahi likhta.Just some new experiences some everyday happenings.some things i want to remember.some things i want by my side everytime.Baaki sab toh sirf ek experience ke liye kiya jaata hai.

Feeling a bit low even today.Guardian angel wherever you are don't disappoint me this time

the musings of an idler

haan haan pata hai title thoda arbit hai.but itna toh seh sakte ho yaar.Otherwise initially the title was going to be "A dream come true and another gone sour"

Dresden-it was the first German city in which I or rather my plane stepped in and this sunday it was time to visit the place from where it all started.Ok now for the dream gone sour part.

one of the fantasies every guy has is to be surrounded by lots of beautiful girls.and yeah even i had this one.Nishil and Golu fell asleep during the rail journey.the compartment was empty so I shifted to a place which had 8 empty seats.35 minutes b4 the train was to reach its destination a group of firangs stepped into the compartment.14 girls 3 guys(ooh la la).aur seat thi mere pass khali 7.six girls and one guy.Thank you God(I never forget to say this).and it was obvious that they were not germans for their language sounded quite different.ab kya karoon.did the most logical thing.started chatting up the guy.romanians on a german trip.But that guy was one of the most unfriendly person I have met on this trip.replied only in monosyllables(shaayad darta tha mein bandiyon pe fight maar raha hoon :D).aur unke saath photo bhi khich gayi meri unke cam se (though it was unintentional) and then one of the girl said something in romanian(most probably a comment on the pic).dil toh kiya ki reply karoon but kya?
aur woh utar gayi next station par.Dream/Fantasy shattered

Dresden was completely destroyed in WorldWar2 and it is remarkable how it has been rebuilt from scratch.even the historical buildings have been restored.aah who cares.we are not here to talk such stuff right.

Volkswagen.this name has been concurrent with the Beatle .They have built a transparent factory which is now a tourist spot.Everything transparent(uh not the clothes sorry).Phaeton is the super luxury car built there.got a chance to sit in it and also (yes) got to drive it in a simulated road.280km/h.Dream come true.

Aaj another hard to believe incident.I was alone today while taking the tram.there is a playground in front of our apartments.Local school's kids were having some kinda competition there.and i was going along when suddenly I hear "OYE BALLE BALLE"There was this German girl in a group of three girls and she had shouted it out.She smiled i smiled back and my amazement was to such an extent that I didnt know what to do.

Next week hamburg

hey let me introduce u to some new people

As a child when I watched movies I always used to wonder how can perfect strangers become friends .I always envied the people who had this quality.One of the main reasons for my desparation for this "EUROTRIP" was that I wanted to see whether I have this quality or not.

And frankly speaking I have been a bit disappointed in this aspect but part of the blame also goes to the lack of knowledge of English among Germans.So till now I have just made acquaintances and not friends.Well very frankly the beard and the turban makes people inquisitive(some might also say skeptical)This can work to your advantage and also your disadvantage

My first "friend" here (I am not going to use "" anymore but in this blog the meaning should be implied)was an Arab who has this restaurant where we used to go to have lunch(Hmmmm this friendship is economically also feasible).He insisted on not taking the payment for a chocolate but i didnt want to start a friendship like this so I insisted on paying back

another friend is a bulgarian(who thought that I didnt know the capital of Bulgaria).he is 4 inches taller than me 5 inches wider.Man what a build.Then there is JJ a yugosalavian who reads Bhagvad gita

Ok the most that I can tell you about is Jana.I was having lunch one day(today ;))and she comes up and asks whether there is place and I of course reply yes.and the chatting starts.Surprise surprise she knows English(though I dont know why Germans always answer "a little bit"when you ask them do you know English).so she is from Leipzig only and is studying art at the local art college.20 years old.with a nice smile and before I could continue with my flirting guess who shows up?Her dad Chris.Well just to show that I wasnt hitting on his girl(even though I was) I start a conversation with him too.Too bad the story ended there only.