The boy from Jammu - Piyush Bhagat

Its been four months since a boy came from Jammu and won millions of hearts by his dance as well as charm. It was a boy in yet another reality show and for me who has long given up watching television knowing that he ever existed seemed out of the question.

It was one afternoon when I was bored and alone and nothing else to do that I switched on the TV. I am very fond of dance and on this particular show I found the standards of very small kids was too good.Then after if I was bored and I switched on the TV when I tuned to "Colours", I always found this show chak dhoom dhoom last lasted long and I found was mostly repeat telecasted as well. Simultaneosuly there was a boy who was getting registered in my brain as a good performer, Piyush. This was during my internship. When I went back home after my internship, if I ever switched on TV, it was only to watch chak dhoom dhoom. When I was watching I told my mom, see that guy performs well and he is also very cute.

I soon came back to Mumbai for my 3rd sem of MBA. I followed chak dhoom dhoom on youtube. I dont know how it happened but suddenly I had grown very fond of Piyush. I watched his performances back to back. i searched for his previous videos which I had missed to watch on TV.

One day I typed his name on google. The first search entry was a page on facebook. I joined it. At that time it so happened that from reading the posts I came to know that it was a fan page and not him. I began searching for his profile. During that time it so happened that he was in the danger zone. People were discussing in posts that why doesnt Piyush have his own profile? Piyush opened an account then and there were a few friends only. With all my prayers I sent him a friend request and added some personal messages about why n how I am his fan. My request was granted. So were of others.

Piyush made some appearances, he mostly remimded us to vote, but sometimes answered our small queries as well. We used to wait all day for him to even change his status message. Even that was huge to us. And if someone talked to him, we all discussed what was it all about. I myself made some very good friends during that time.

When Piyush got selected to grand finale, I wanted to help him in a big way. Sending votes didnt seem enough. And one of Sparsh's fan had posted a video of him. That was k.She wrote all the best Piyush,Teju n Gauri.It was also good.But when she wrote jeeta ga toh Sparsh hi, something hit me.

I spent 5 hours to collect pictures of Piyush, capture snapshots of his video to get the best pose and used my skills in creativity and my technological acumen and prepared a highly admired promotional video for Piyush. It was my tough luck I couldnt upload it.I struggled the next day and uploaded it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1X7NnyVjKJ8

I sent out messages and scarps on both facebook and orkut to make it popluar. Presently I am banned from sending out personal messages. I can only send it to my friends.
After that were the longest days of my life.we waited n waited for Piyush to come online. I began making plans of meeting him myself and inquired all his fans. Somehow I got to know that address but it was far away to go and I didnt have any company. Most of my friends on Piyush's page are not from Mumbai.

Call it my luck or whatever, there came one girl who somehow got me to talk to Piyush's dad and finally him. I figured that they would be going to jammu by flight and the domestic airport is nearby. As it turns out, I was right.I got to know the time of the flight and took permission to meet them there.

I didnt know what to do.......I wanted to give something to Piyush. I wanted to present him my video.It didnt seem enough. I wanted not to show off but to give him something i value and something that he really would like.

Finally after my class I went to the nearest shop. My first and last wish was to gift him things in relation to his dance coz that is how i became his fan. I got him a chain with danger symbol, like Dangerous album of Michael Jackson, his idol. Next I got a him cool bracelet to wear while dancing hiphop. A red friendship band was a must, like that of CDD and also coz his favorite colour is red.Then i got him an "I love India" band, beautiful black band to signify all the votes he got. I made a DVD of his performances by downloading videos from the net and added albums of Michael jackson and some other rock songs of the year and some hits of previous years. I gave him a wallet of my dad's shop which my mom had recently sent to me by courier. And I gave him card on behalf of the girl who made all this possible.

With these in my bag and big dreams,I went to sleep. I got up very early in the morning to go to the air port.It was still dark outside and raining heavily. I was a bit scared to travel alone. Nonetheless I made it. They were on terminal 1B.

The things after that are like a dream. Am still thinking if they were true. I ask myself could I have done anything more? And all that is because I have never been a fan of anyone before, I never do crazy stuff like this.I dont have the courage to ask for a snap. Inshort I am very un-fan like.

There he was smiling as he always does and my heart melted away. He was shy and I shook hands with him. I patted his cheeks and kept on saying ur so sweet n he couldnt stop smiling. They were getting late for flight. So i straight away opend my bag and started explaining my gifts. i accessorised him on then n there myself. i gave him the card. n he said i will keep it in my bag. i felt so nice.his eyes were so mesmerising at that point. I came out of my trance when his dad said that they were getting late. i said i want to take snaps with me. i took two.It was time to leave and it ended so quick i wish i could do something else like stay behind and wave till he went inside but i was so aware of myself now when i was left alone that i started feeling piercing glances at me. i told u this is my first time as a fan....n i am not used to it.

Whatever it may be, this is the first time i became someone's fan and i could meet him n gift him n oh.....its too overwhelming to write.i will only say that Piyush Bhagat is someone who really deserves the love that people of India have given him. it is not just about his dance and his charm. its also about his generosity, his humbleness, his down to earth nature. being on his profile itself feels so good, his fans, their love for him, the people who are his fans, all of it. this is one person whom people will not forget for a very long time. as far as i am concerned should i say more?

*****This post is dedicated to all my friends on facebook whom i met in piyush's profile who are very far away to come and meet piyush and who have become my very good friends***

Rakshan khanum(pakistan), Devika shanbag, Pooja Patwa, Rana banerjee, Viddhi jain, Vasudha krishnamurthy, Henita Patel(canada), eeman ubaid (los angeles)

Also
amarinder arora,Yashvi jhangid, Supriya s supiya, abiya safrena, seema siddiqui, sitakshi gupta, Tuleka srivastava n all his fans out there

PS: This is one snap that no one out there has.........coz i took it. Its on the airport on 27 July 2010. I am not in the pic coz i am a shy person :P
You will find him wearing some of the stuff i gifted n holding a very cure sweet card.....

PIYUSH ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A new era in line?

Choices were perplexing a decade ago
they are convoluted still;
Although we have experts to make tasks simple
selecting the connoisseur from the novice is a task uphill.

Making a matrimony work was no piece of cake
when the beau and the belle took vows of life;
And now they say understand the simple nature of love
pity you can't guess who's the husband and who's the wife.

Devices were made to provide comfort
and so were the multiple versions that came;
Yet the happless children that we were
couldnt summon the commands that we should tame.

The time is advancing ahead
but humanity seems to move back in time;
changing times redefine times both simple and complex
is a new era waiting out there in line?


*******Entry for the poem competition under the theme Changing Times:-Complex simplicity or simple complexty*****


*****This poem won me a 3rd prize at my MBA institute*****

A bundle of joy................

Children have always been close to my heart. And Ishan and Ishita are no exceptions to that. Ishan goes nursery classes and Ishita is yet to join nursery.Although they live next doors I hardly see them. Not because I"m busy, but due to the fact that if I get see them often and meet and talk and play with them I will get very fond of them. They are very cute. When it comes to kids get so involved in their little silly cute activities that I forget all about my daily chores. I feel so relaxed and happy with them.

Today when I took my break from work and was busy making some snacks out of sprouted pulses, they happeneded to come to our flat. At first I just got busy with mhy work but then when Ishan approached to me for a chat, I just gave up. He asked me for a computer so he could write his name. I gave him my lappy and asked if he would like to have some snack. He said I am full. Then he said if u let me sit on your lappy and feed it to me I will have it. BOYS!

Ishita is not so outgoing. She is shy types.She wouldnt enter the flat. Said she will go to her flat but would come later. She reminds me of Nikhar, my sister's pretty, little, cute, dimply daughter. Only yesterday I was watching her video.

Kids are so adorable. I just cant get enough of them. When I saw Nikhar for the first time she was all bundled up white cloth and looked a miniscule replica of an alien. But slowly and gradually she has grown up to be a pretty baby who's squeaks also do not irritate me. Such are children and I believe they really are god's gift to us. :)