Thursday, July 9, 2015

Enroute to my love, with UC Browser!

And so it was a long weekend with everything perfectly falling into place; the electricity did not give any woes, there was no one at home to disturb during the telecast of the match, it was the day of the clash of the titans for the ongoing triangular series – the day of the semi-finals, the refrigerator was fully loaded, the houselhodl chores were done, the plants properly watered and everything was just as it should have been, except that one oh-so-important phone call from my girlfriend, who I was supposed to pick up from the airport, and about which such promise I had totally forgotten. Though the airport was not that far from my place, but there was a double-fold issue that I had to deal with – As I did not remember that it was the day when I have to go and pick her up from the airport, I have luxuriously given my car to the service centre to make it feel pampered (you know that our cars are our prized possession), and secondly, I, at no cost, did not want to lose the first five overs of the match, as in a game of T-Twenty Cricket, these are definitely the overs to watch for, and they become oh-so-more important when it’s your favourite batsman at the opening strike. However, as I had no choice to make, as forgetting about picking-up the girlfriend is anyways a cardinal sin, and then not going for it even after you have been reminded about it, is like inviting trouble to knock your door or rather camp in your bedroom itself; I called for a cab, bid goodbye to my Plasma television and placed myself at the back seat, only starting to sob within myself on having to loose watching the game I have awaited for all this long. And the moment I was about to start consoling myself that it’s going to be okay watching the recorded version of the watch, I got reminded that I have a blessing installed on my smartphone, and which is known by the name of “UC Browser”, and to add cherry on the top of the cake it even has a separate and dedicated section for Cricket fans which is the super fabulous “UC Cricket”, and to be honest, this is nothing less than a Gennie granting you a wish, as for a country where the sport is Cricket is nothing less than a religion and that people literally worship their favourite players, what else one could more ask for?! And there came my smile back to my face! ;)

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

And the myth broke that day!

Myth, shall not be developed, for it is myth. I learnt this day the day, when I entered home with an unusually dropped face, and more surprisingly when it was a weekend. Within no time, Mom got it right that there is something serious going in my head, but without overdoing the concern she always have for me, she continued chopping the vegetables for the dinner to be prepared that night, for she knew that it will not be out of me if she will ask, but will surely be if she does not.

And with that feeling of dejection in my heart, I walked towards my room trying to either recap as to what happened just an hour back, or may be trying to forget it. I was not too sure of what I was wanted or rather trying to do. However, a brief of whatever happened an hour back then was that me and my girlfriend of nine years broke-up. Yes, you read that right, nine years! It may not be as great a deal as I am making it sound like, but to me, it certainly was. And to put it rather straight, she dumped me.

But what has to happen, has to happen, and so it did, and that was the reason behind my unusually dropped face that weekend. And then, for the reason of badly wanting someone to talk to, I opened the conversation with Mom, while sitting next to her on the dining table, where she was still engrossed in chopping the vegetables, and being totally ignorant towards the mood impact on my face. And the Mom-Son conversation followed like:

Me       : It’s so hard these days to trust anyone.
Mom    : No, it’s not all that bad. There are still good people around.
Me       : No Maa, you probably haven’t dealt with too many people, or may be too many
  kinds of people.
Mom    : Yeah right, I grew more than twice of your age in a cave!
Me       : Not that, Mom. It’s like the word “trust” is breathing its last these day.
Mom    : So, you had a serious argument with Shreya. Is it?
Me       : (Stunned)
Mom    : Don’t give me that look.
Me       : Maa...
Mom    : Tell me, what happened this time.
Me       : Leave it, Maa.
Mom    : Okay.
Me       : No, actually, you know what... I always wanted to tell you... but feared that you
  wouldn’t like it...
Mom    : (intruppted)... that Gyatri is your Girlfriend (csual expression)
Me       : (stunned, again) Mom, you.....?
Mom    : (grinning) Always. Period.
Me       : She dumped me.
Mom    : That’s why I never liked her ever. (acting I-know-that-was-going-to-happen- cool)
Me       : Come on, Mom. You can’t be so judgemental.
Mom    : Okay. Sorry. (Pause) But that does not change the truth.

And then the conversation lasted for I don’t know how long, but for sure, not less than a couple of hours.  And meanwhile, the two of us talked as if we have been lacking a dialogue, for only God knows how long. That was the first day after years when I spent a good amount of day with her since high school. Studying in boarding, graduation, then higher studies, and then the job – it all happened so fast, that I never realized when the years did fly by us. And it was also the day of realization when I discovered that she is my ultimate or rather only go-to person for anything under the Sun. Even after continuous chopping of a wide variety of vegetables for hours, she declared that we are eating out that night. And to add to the list of the continuing wonders happening that day, she chose to drove, which is the least she would ever want to do. And without we having been even talked about it, she only stopped at my favourite joint in the town (I still wonder how does she even know that place, and then about it being my favourite). After an early dinner that night, she took me out for shopping, and I feared that how would I say “no” to what she is going to choose for me, for not being very sure about our likes matching with each-other’s. But there she was, digging out the coolest of the t-shirts from the Marvel collection – again a favourite of mine. And the only expression I had was – “jaw dropped”!

She mended my heart without a word of console, without making me feel that I turned teary-eyed (which I would have hated to admit otherwise). Probably that’s the way an expert works, without even letting you know that it is at work. Mom, for you being the multi-tasker superwoman, my soundboard, my in-house Google foe everything that I cannot find even after being in place, and for all that which I cannot put  in words, I feel on top of this galaxy for being born to you, and for you happening to me as my mother, for no one else would have put me into existence like you do; for no one would have ever put life in me; for no one would have completed me, ever. I Love You, Mom. You are #MyFirstExpert ever!
Me in the arms of #MyFirstExpert!
And that's how my myth broke that parents are not always in our opposition, `they are there to support, to make it more good for us, only if we wish to help ourselves; just like the myth that if you think that hair colour is not for you, think again! And then head over to right here!

Friday, May 15, 2015

When My Airtel App turned Friday into a T.G.I.F.!

I woke up to the great thought of today being Friday, the thought of T.G.I.F. always put me into good spirits. I took my own sweet time in the shower, drew out the best out of my smart casuals from the wardrobe, got ready like life is a party (which indeed it is), and placed myself on the dining table announcing my arrival and demanding the oh-so-yummy breakfast that my mother makes; but soon enough I heard a familiar voice directed towards me the tone of which was less of complaining and more of scolding. It was my elder sister totally furious upon me as to I have not got the Airtel DTH at home recharged, and that she was missing on her morning feed of music, fashion  and all things Pink on television. This for some reason drove my decision to look at my left, where I found Dad sitting and reading newspaper with a face which was not like usual, it was spelling anger that day. And though Mom being the sweetest of all, did not say anything, the intensity on her face and speed of her hands while doing the kitchen chores were saying it all. And the matter was nothing else but that as usual I have forgotten to comply with one of the basic responsibilities entrusted upon me, out of all the household work. All my folks at home expect me to do the least is to get the DTH recharged on time, so that the flow of infotainment is always maintained, and pay all the telephone/ mobile bills on time and get recharges for everyone, so there is no drop in the communication connectivity ever; but nevertheless, the fact is that no matter how basic this stuff is, I always manage to have this skipped from my mind.

And while I was calculating as to how to make a quite move from the dining table so as to save myself from all the possible scolding that I might about to get, I got reminded of the conversation I had with one of friends the previous night. We were discussing about some drool-worthy new apps on Play Store, and my friend told me about this amazing My Airtel App, which is a one stop solution for all things Airtel. I sighed. And within two minutes of me sighing, all the mobile phones in the house started beeping with alert messages, while everyone looked puzzled as to how all the handsets can beep at once, one after the other. It was no magic, no co-incidence, but the sheer awesomeness of the My Airtel App through which I got the DTH recharged, paid Dad’s mobile phone bill and also got Mom’s phone topped-up with full talk-time. And simultaneously everyone gave me the look which said, “Dude you saved yourself for good.” That’s what the My Airtel app does to you, not only on a good and lucky Friday, but every single day, 24/ 7.

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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Kick-Off the Day on a Tastefully Healthy Note

It is not said so for any random reason that breakfast is supposed to be the most important meal of the day. No doubt that every meal we intake daily, has its own importance and is equally valuable for the systems related to our bodies, and each of these meals play their own valuable role in nurturing us, both, internally and externally, as well.

It is a bliss to start a day with a sumptuous, delicious, yummy and healthy breakfast, and it is said that the day which is started with such a breakfast goes well spent and is far more productive than those days when unfortunately, we choose to skip breakfast. Though, we all know, that it is not a healthy practice to skip any of the meals, but skipping breakfast, for any reason, whatsoever, is in no manner good for ourselves. For various reasons, we all have, at some or the other point of time in our lives have committed this sin, which, in other words, is a violation of the cardinal rule of living a healthy and nutritious life. But no matter that how busy, jam-packed and hectic be the schedule of Mr. Gupta, he always makes it a point to exercise daily and have proper breakfast without fail, and it is not only him, but it is whole family who follows this healthy practice each single day and without breaking the chain. What the birdie has told everyone in the society is that one of the major reasons that why Mr. Gupta follows this regime so particularly is the fact that his wife, Mrs. Gupta, is an absolute pro at preparing a wide variety of sumptuous and healthy delicacies for breakfast, which not only Mr. Gupta and his kids love to saviour, but for which, Mr. Gupta’s family is widely famous across the town. Mrs. Gupta loves cooking so much so that everyday single day of the week, it is always something new and exciting at the breakfast table to pamper the taste buds of the Gupta family, and that is why there is never a dull moment at the breakfast table in Mr. Gupta’s home. `The interesting fact is that no matter what delicacy, from which cuisine is being prepared by Mrs. Gupta, it always tastes yummy and makes a perfect combo with one of the always-there-ingredient-on-the-breakfast-table, which is undoubtedly nothing but the best, the Kellogg’s Cornflakes. Mrs. Gupta makes sure that each diner on the table enjoy the sumptuous breakfast along with a bowl of Kellogg’s Cornflakes, which adds to the already existing super awesome taste of the yummy dishes prepared by the lady of the house, and that is how, she makes sure that her family is fed with the most important meal of the day in a tasty and healthy manner. So, when are you coming to have breakfast with the Kellogg’s loving Gupta family?

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

Clock keeps ticking, Life moves on!

Life is not a cakewalk, it is certainly filled with uncountable ups and downs through its way. Though anything can be achieved with determination and dedication, it is not every time that life will let you have your way, sometimes it just does not stop throwing challenges at you; may be it does it so just to keep your levels in check. But no matter, why it happens, the underlining fact is that it happens, and with each one of us, and sometimes when it is least expected or when we could not just handle it, at all.

Mathematics has always been a subject which was least welcomed by me and I was hardly interested in it. For some reason, the un-useful theorems never made sense to me, not even a bit, the geometry seemed too geometrical for me to get it right even after thousands of tries, and algebra was another disaster of my life. At a point, I was pretty much convinced with the fact, that this whole Mathematics thing (except for the basic calculations part, which is an integral part of the daily lives of all of us) was God’s way of telling me that life is not an easy chapter, if I have already not got a hint from other stuff around me that it actually is not. And with these thoughts within me, I continued to hate the subject until one day I started hating it more because of the fact that I flunked in one of the tests for the subject. It came as a blow to me, for I never ever min my life, until then, failed, ever. Period. Anyhow, if there was this news, it was supposed to be broken to my folks for obvious reasons, and I decided to do it myself rather than any teachers reaching out my parents and disclosing it to them which would have increased the chances of me getting thrashed by my folks a more. In addition to being afraid and ashamed of the fact that I flunked in studies, I was also disappointed because of the fact that I lost upon the reward which Dad promised to get me if I would achieve a certain score in my examinations, and to ruin it up, the Mathematics’ results were already there. Gathering all the courage I needed to break the news of me flunking in his favourite subject, I walked upto Dad and told him that I failed in Mathematics. `But to my surprise, I did not receive even a single word of thrashing rather, what I got from him was a piece of advice. “It’s okay, Son. Move on, life does not stop here at a mere Mathematics class test. There is more to life, don’t flunk in the real examination of it.” And along with these words, I also received the reward he kept due for me, a wrist watch, to make me understand that time shall make everything good, just keep on moving with it. This was the incident which filled my life with optimism and hope.

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Saturday, March 14, 2015

Let's celebrate this journey called "Life", together!

In our daily lives, we have all kinds of days to face: happy days, sad days, hectic days, busy days, lazy days and numerous such versions as per our mood each day.; but some of such days are like those days which leave their impression upon us for a very long time, these days turn into memories, or rather fond memories, our favourite memories, which we want to cherish forever and ever, these are the most memorable days of our lives, and these days are never complete without our favourite people, which could be our parents, best friends, life partners, colleagues or for some people, may be even their pets.

For me, it was my birthday the last year, my 27th one. As I was getting more deeper into my late twenties, I decided to spend this one day with my parents and my younger brother, because for some funny reason (due to my parents’ behaviour) I believed that this one was going to be my last birthday as my status being “single”! So, I decided to take leave from office in the middle of the week and to head home in Dehradoon to surprise Paa, Maa and my younger brother, who were, until I reached, had no idea as to what was on my mind. The moment Maa responded the doorbell rung by me, she was surprised to the extreme limits to see me there, and that too in the middle of the week, when I was expected to be sitting in some board room negotiating contracts with the other party we do business with or making oral submission in front of a judge in some part of the country, of which even I am not aware until twenty-four hours of when I am supoosed to be reaching there; and if it has been any difficult to still judge as to why I am expected to be doing that, the disclaimer says that I am a corporate lawyer by profession.

The excitement in the house due to my sudden arrival got first reflected in the evening’s plan, as Paa hosted all of to a sumptuous dinner at my favourite dining place in Dehradoon which was followed with a late night movie and a drive back to home while all of were slurping the super yummy Kulfis in our hands in the cool-yet-pleasant breeze flowing in the atmosphere of the city.

And the biggest surprise was the ice-cream cake waiting for us at the dining table, when we entered our home. With the ever cutest-possible faces of Tom and Jerry crafted over it, the cake looked more than just delicious. It made the kid within me sprung with all the joy it could ahve ever experienced.

And that is how, I got to celebrate the most amazing birthday of mine, much far away from the hustle and bustle of the city together with my folks and my kiddo brother, the people whom I love the most in this entire universe.

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When I resolved to #StartANewLife

It was my first week in the new school, and I did not know much people around. Prior to getting admitted to this new school, I was studying in a boarding school for more than half a decade, so, I was pretty comfortable in making new friends and starting conversation with people around me, even if did not know them. In the past, I have always been on the leadership side of the student’s side, so I wanted to continue that thing here too, but this new institution had this peculiar rule which established that only such students would be eligible to be selected and appointed as school captains, house captains and the leaders of such other verticals within the school, who have been in the school for a minimum period of two full terms. So, technically I was not eligible for being shortlisted and selected. But that did not stop the zeal within me. When, after all the pre-registered students were done with delivering their speeches, the host of the students’ assembly announced that if at that point of time also, there is anyone who wants to make a nomination of the self, they can over to the stage and do it on spontaneous basis. Having heard that, my inner self started jumping within me, and though I knew the pre-condition to be selected, I thought of giving it a try, considering the fact that I do not have anything to loose if I am not selected, but if I do not give this a shot right now, I might loose upon a golden opportunity. All of these calculations of logic too place within me in a flash of a light, and before the host of the students’ assembly would have closed the golden opportunity, which I thought I was coming my way, I drew attention of around two thousand five hundred students towards me, all of whom have got their heads turned to the direction from where a sound of an “Excuse Me” emerged, and all of this replicated a perfect scene of a Bollywood movie, where the Hero of the movie is making the grand entrance. However, surprising the whole crowd, almost ninety-five percent of which did not even knew or recognised me, passing through the lanes made by the classmates and batch-mates, I made my way to the stage, and with all the superpower within me, delivered my spontaneous speech. I do not remember, as to what all I spoke about, but all that I remember was that when I was done talking the whole of the school’s playground was echoing the sounds of applause and I found my class-teacher looking at me with eyes full of pride. And a week later, as everybody told me that I should expect, I was designated as the Vice Head Boy of the school for that term, which itself is a record in the history of that school that till date, no new comer in the school, before or after me, has been made a art of the leadership.


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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A Testimonial for a Great Dad, The Greatest Friend!

As it is said, that a friend in need is a friend indeed, it holds true for each single meaning of this phrase, both in word and in spirit. And for me, whether it has been the days when I enjoyed the playschool as a tiny tot or now that I am a corporate lawyer by profession, at all times, my Dad has been that one single person whom I can truly call a Buddy or a Bud of all times. And though whatever I could ever scribble in the favour of the hero of my life, will still fall short, I have made a small attempt to express my love for him, nowhere else but at Scibzoo only, because this is where you "Unleash the power of Real Testimonials"!

So come on all, let's write, share and explore, in the best manner we can, and in the meanwhile, so give it a read as to what I have to say about my Old Man by clicking here!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

For those perefct happy mornings!

A good sleep is all what is required when we call the day. Whether it’s the all suited-up working professionals, the ever-performing sportsmen, the round-the-clock working our sweet mothers or the cute little kids who fill us with joy with their cute activities, a sound sleep is a must for each one of us. But what adds more value to this sound sleep is the manner in which we are put to this sound sleep. For some, it’s reading a book on the bed, for some it’s listening to music under the fleece, and for some it’s just rewinding the day just gone by. But my bedtime ritual is to narrate stories to my 3-year old nephew. For me, he is the source to all the happiness in this world, and though he does not understand the stories which I narrate to him, for the fact, that he is too young for them, I still maintain my ritual because that allows me ample of time to be spent with him, and that what puts me to rest and satisfaction after a long day at work. That very moment of the day when I make him lie over me with his little and cute hands thumping my chest with all the excitement and sparkle in his eyes, is when I feel relaxed the most. That is the moment when I feel rejuvenated and going back to the nostalgic feeing of my own childhood days. This bedtime ritual helps me refresh myself and become supercharged for the next day in the best of my spirits. But while doing all of this, I make sure that my source of happiness itself shall remain happy, relaxed and pampered; and to make sure that he gets all what he deserves for a proper and sound sleep which shall lead to his healthy development, I trust nothing but the best – Pampers, the most wonderful Baby Dry Pants.

It was one of my friends at office who recently got blessed with a daughter and has been since then being showered with all sorts of parenting advises, and when some time back we were discussing the same, she passed on to me this wonderful advise about Pampers. She explained to me in detail as to how much it is necessary for the infants, newborns and young kids to enjoy a proper disturbance and irritation-free sleep, just like the rest of us, and nothing else but Pampers is undoubtedly the best for the purpose. This interested me a lot and in the pursuit to find the perfect solution for our respective sources of happiness, we went online to learn more and landed at What we then discovered was an ocean of information, discovering new facts, learning new techniques and yes, a very cute video, which cannot be resisted sharing here with all.

So, give your lovely and cute little ones, only the best because they deserve it as for what they do to us – make us smile.

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Experience #UnconditionalLove with the Zenfone

Another year introduced itself a couple of weeks ago, and here I am, standing at the intersection of thoughts, once again, lost in myself, asking the same question: “Why is this Valentine-stuff is so important? What is in it to celebrate love? Is it not that love shall exist forever, and not just for one day?” With all these questions jogging in my mind a their own sweet disturbing pace, I reached my friend’s place who seemed to be eagerly awaiting for me since long, and greeted me in his signature style, “Hey Bugger, what’ up? You know that you are late, again, as usual! And anyways, that’s why you’re buying us drinks tonight!” I looked at his gleaming face, and smiled, and then thought that this guy who seems to be so jovial, was not at all like this a few weeks ago, when the new year introduced itself, for him, it was just a change of date and nothing else, as his long-time girlfriend broke-up with him at the so-called “Happy” New Year Party! For him, it was, in no manner, whatsoever, was a “Happy” new year altogether. And with this I entered into his room where the rest of the gang was waiting for Mr. Late Comer (that’s me), to join the party and set the ball rolling. The actual kickass Valentine’s party was happening right there. With Floyd playing in the background, and Mr. Monk waiting to be explored by us, the mood was set with the ambience playing upon us its perfect charm and seduction to fall in love with it, right then and there!

And by the time, I was done hugging each member of the gang with exchanging all of our style of pleasantries, the moment I turned to him, I was introduced to my Valentine, or let me say “Our Valentine”, because there were two of them! Yes, you read it right, TWO of them!

For a moment, it was literally hard to believe that while I was busy asking myself questions as to the validity of Valentine’s Day just because I did not had a partner (until a short while ago) to celebrate it with, someone was literally planning stuff in and out to make my day in the most perfect manner! My buddy, my friend, had me gifted an ASUS Zenfone 5 – a Black Beauty, which was oozing aura, style, sexiness and seduction, while its inner powers were yet to be put to test, and we, the #BrothersForLife, got it from nowhere else but our all-time favourite FlipkartAnd as soon as our Valentines were turned on (don’t all of you get any naughty ideas), they swept us off our feet! Exploring them all, over the next couple of minutes with music and wine, I learnt the five reasons why it was the perfect Valentine partner for me:
1.     Rock solid.
2.     Beauty which you can call “Sexy” too!
3.     Trustworthy, forever.
4.     A partner for life
5.     Gives you #UnconditionalLove