After so many years, there is this one thought from my grad days which still haunts me. Just the thought of how mysteriously it had changed my student life.

It is  related to my roll number in fourth semester of grad – year was 2002. In the same semester, I had met with road accident (one of regular road accidents which have been meeting me throughout my life – once for every different vehicle I ever drove). So I was on leave for first month of the semester. Then there was this deadly subject in this semester which had record of highest failure rate among all degree subjects throughout all the previous batches. A semester which was known for bringing least aggregate among all semesters. And then there was Numerical Methods subject on the name of only computer subject – the most boring subject among all existing computer subjects, according to me (a subject which made me realize that I can score less even if it is something related to computers).

The last nail for me came in form of the exam roll number for that semester. It was fourth semester and I was twentieth student in my class. Roll number that I got was 420. I didn’t bother much even during exams as I believed that I was doing well as compared to the horror which was there in place for that semester and actually I had done quite better than I had expected.

The only disappointment which still troubles me is the final result of that semester. Just like everyone, I was expecting for my batch to ditch all the myths for that semester and it happened but I became victim of my own roll no. Although I cleared all the exams but in all the subjects, I got as minimum as I could get for any subject in whole grad. It turned out to be lowest percentage I ever got in any of the exams in my life (still it was first division, to have feel of some relief). And all that appeared to me and to my good friend circle as the reason for this kind of weird happening was my unusual roll no., a number which stands for a fraud in general and it was assigned to me purely randomly and unexpectedly for that particular semester, just to turn that term as sizzling memory of my study days, a memory not to be forgotten so easily and a time to be remembered as a teaching that even if everything is going in one way for you, your own luck can turn in other direction.

And I got reminded of 420 when I was coming out of Big Cinemas after watching Badmaash Company because there was something related to that in the movie as well…

There is new bakery in town i.e. around our living place. It has got variety as well as quality which we like the most about it.

Not to dangle from the main topic, the discussion here is about what has it got to offer that we have had so far – just for sake of sharing, for information to others living in and around Sector 23, Gurgaon!

Thanks to our maid who hasn’t been coming for last 2 weeks that I got change to visit this bakery. Chunks, Vinny and Poo had been there for few times in past when I was at home on vacations…yeah our dear maid hadn’t shown up in those days as well. Me and Chunks are the fellows who are at home over weekends. And we have got company of each other only. We enjoy it the way it can best be enjoyed…watching movies, listening songs, roaming outside, eating and not to forget, sleeping.

Last weekend was my first visit to Bakery thinking that this might be the only time I might be visiting it. We had Chhole Kulche the very first time on the guarantee of Chunks for good quality as he already had them once. And then as soon as it started, it didn’t stop for every other weekend day when it was meal time.Since then we have tasted Pav-Bhajee, Chhole Bhature, Jumbo Sandwich and Shahi Paneer with Butter Naan.

No need to say, we have enjoyed every single of these soooooo much…yummy. Definitely recommended. BTW, its name is Samrat Bakery (Chunk thinks that it is one branch of big chain and no comments from my side).

PS: This post was written in first week of October 2009 but couldn’t be posted.

Quote goes like -

No matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.

And the story goes like -

"When things in your life seem almost too much to handle. When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.”

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students, If the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.

He then asked The students again If the jar was full.. 

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. 

The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively filling the Empty space between the sand.

The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor, As the laughter subsided,

‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things – God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else — the small stuff.’

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ He continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. So…

Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
Take care of the golf balls first — The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled.

‘I’m glad you asked’.

The sequence of events reflecting ups and downs…day was October 16.

Random tags -

Bus full of people

MCD delight@DLI

Long talks with IH

2 hours of freak out

One more to know Shine

I am kinda liking this kind of tag posts…

Every decade it happens.

And every time there is an angel.

The four years.

Remembering Rakesh Chechi