Saturday, April 12, 2025

Life in the Society WhatsApp Group: Ctrl + Del

 Group1: The Dictatorshipयह Group तो ऐसा है जैसे North Korea का WhatsApp version—‘Only Admins can send messages.’ Society Manager, जो खुद को सोसाइटी का मालिक समझता है, irrelevant messages डिलीट करने में इतना तेज़ है कि लगता हैजैसे Olympic gold medalist होकभी-कभी ग्रुप ओपन होता हैऔर लोग ऐसे तैयार बैठे रहते हैं जैसे message भेजने का audition हो रहा हो.


Group2: The Circus - यह Group तो full-on entertainment है. Society issues के अलावा यहाँ हर topic पर discussion होता है. कभी-कभीSociety issues पर भी discussion होता है. परंतु कभी-कभी तो लगता है कि लोग यहाँ अपने inner Byomkesh Bakshi को unleash करने आते हैं.



·      Morning Drama: Plates, कबूतरऔर मालिक कौन ?


Enter Character: Uncle Kapoor, जो हर सुबह 5:05 am पर “Good Morning” के साथ सूरज की फोटो और एक motivational quote भेजते है

सुबह 6 बजे एक Photo आती है — 2 खाली plates की, Caption:


“Skywalk पर: कबूतर तूर दाल खा कर चले गए, मालिक कौन ?”

अब सवाल उठता है: तुम्हे कैसे पता चला, तूर दाल ? कबूतर ? मालिक कौन ? क्या प्लेट्स सोने की थीं?

First Response: “दाने-दाने पर लिखा है खाने वाले का नाम.” वाह!

अब पूछो कबूतरों के नाम—रमेश, कमलेश, सुरेश, मंगेश, और उमेश उड़कर आ ही रहे थे कि आंटी आ गईं.

Second Response: “हमें कबूतरों को ऐसी आदत नहीं डालनी चाहिए. मेरे husband vegetarian हैं, उन्हें कबूतर पसंदनहीं.”

Vegetarian का logic समझ नहीं आयालेकिन चलो मान लेते हैं.

Third Response: “इसलिए हमने net install करवाया है ताकि कबूतर अंदर न आएं.”

Reply to Third Response: “Please share contact number of the person.”

और फिर net installer का contact number share होते ही group temporarily शांत.


·      Airtel Outage और Thali Mystery

Random comment: “Airtel not working, @Society Manager please look into this.”

Society Manager Airtel ठीक करेगा? Tata Sky भी? 


उसी बीच Aunty फिर से plates वाली याद दिला देती हैं: मालिक कौन?” Byomkesh vibes level max.

Finally, plate वाली aunty ने confess किया — कि मैंने रखी थी plates, oranges peel dry करने के लिये और मेरेhusband को बोला था कि शाम को ले आना — और as usual वह भूल गये.

Unnecessary Part:

शायद Public forum यानी चौराहे पर husband की लेने की ज़रूरत नहीं थी.

Anyways, immediately husband के शुभचिंतक ने देखा और मित्र को फोन कर दिया. बराबर 3 मिनट के बाद message "Edited" | 

पर सब पढ़ चुके थे. कुछ ने screenshot भी ले लिया.


Deleted Messages Commentary: जैसे ही किसी का message delete होता है, सब Sherlock बन जाते हैं—

क्या था?”

“Tag किसे किया था?”

“Screenshot किसी के पास है क्या?”

Group suddenly becomes a crime scene.


·      Newspaper Headline: “The area sees rise in sex trade and public drinking.”

Immediate Response:

“Night 3 am, Thursday, मैंने एक couple को देखा, they were making out in two-wheeler parking in their car parked amidst two-wheelers. @Society Manager please look into it.”

Sawaal #1: Society Manager क्या करेगा? Make-out तो हो गया.

Sawaal #2: तुम 3 बजे रात को parking में क्या कर रहे थे?

“amidst two-wheelers” — भाई, ऐसा suspense डाला है जैसे तीन पहियों पे romance चल रहा हो.

एक नौजवान ने पूछ लिया—इसका news से क्या link है?”

और group ने literally उसकी जवानी निकाल दी. कुछ messages edited, कुछ deleted. WhatsApp के सारे options का full usage.


·      Electrician Saga

बवाल के बीच एक नया thread:

“Pls share number of any decent electrician.”

अब “decent” electrician क्या होता है? शायद ऊपर के discussion का असर है.

किसी ने “indecent” electrician का number भेज दिया, और यह अध्याय भी समाप्त हुआ.


• Silent Observer

हर message के बाद बस एक बंदा:

“Noted.”

उसने कभी कुछ लिखा नहीं, सिर्फ passive-aggressive tracking करता है.

True group stalker vibes.


Final Poll (Sarcastic Style):

Who should be removed from the group permanently?

a. The plate lady’s husband

b. The parking lot detective

c. Airtel Manager

d. Society Manager


#WhatsAppChronicles #SocietyDrama #IndianHumour #DesiComedy #ApartmentLife #GroupChatGold #EverySocietyEver #DownpourCreations #MiddleClassMadness #MasaledarMonday #SatireWithSpice #RelatableAF #ThaliSeKabootarTak #ParkingLotMysteries #BinocularUncle #AirtelKoBhiTagKaro #SocietyManagerZindabaad #ScreenshotWars #SilentObserverNoted #AdminOnlyZone

Sunday, March 2, 2025

The Mischief of a Cousin with the Security Chief

The Mischief of a Cousin with the Security Chief

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real thoughts but woven with imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. No one was harmed in the making of this lighthearted tale—it’s all in good fun! 😊




Visiting high-rise apartment complexes in Gurugram often means navigating tight security checks. My cousin and I were on our way to meet our cousin sister at Sky Icon, Gurugram, when he smirked mischievously.
“These security guards are my new pastime,” he declared.
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I test their skills, like Byomkesh Bakshi or CID’s ACP Pradyuman.”
Before I could react, he dragged me into his latest prank.

The Security Check Begins
At the gate, the security guard, Manoj, asked for our details to log in the visitor records. Without hesitation, my cousin confidently introduced himself as Ravi Gavaskar—a tribute to his love for cricket—and me as Sunil Shastri.
Manoj shot us a puzzled look. My cousin flashed me a triumphant smile. I giggled.
Then came the flat details. “Flat 420,” he said.
I suppressed another laugh. Manoj, now clearly skeptical, frowned. “There’s no flat 420 in this society.”
Feigning confusion, my cousin pulled out his phone. “Let me check… Oh no, it’s dead. No battery.”
Manoj turned to me. “Sir, can you check your phone?”
Before I could answer, my cousin chimed in, “He doesn’t have the address. He just landed from Nepal.”
Nepal?! Seriously?!

Enter: The Security Chief
By now, Manoj was convinced something was fishy. He called in the head of security—Yadav Ji—a stern-faced, no-nonsense security chief always on high alert.
Manoj briefed him, adding a generous dose of suspicion. “Sir, kuch gadbad lag rahi hai (Something seems off).”
Yadav Ji scanned us, his eyes moving up and down like an infrared scanner.
I whispered, “Let’s stop before this escalates.”
But my cousin was fully committed to the act.
“Call your relative,” Yadav Ji instructed.
My cousin sighed dramatically. “Sir, my phone is dead.”
“Use the charging point,” Yadav Ji offered.
Without missing a beat, my cousin countered, “I just switched phones. Numbers aren’t transferred yet.”
Yadav Ji’s right eyebrow shot up. Then the left. His suspicion now multiplied tenfold.

The Ultimate Prank Move
Sensing the tension, my cousin leaned in confidentially and whispered, “Actually, we’re not visiting anyone. Our data pack is over. We just need the society’s WiFi for a bit. In return, I can offer you… a bidi.”
I gasped. Bidi?! At least offer a cigarette, dude!
That was the last straw. Yadav Ji’s face turned red with fury.
Just then, my sister called. “Where are you guys? Why haven’t you reached yet?”
With a sigh of relief, I handed the phone to Yadav Ji. “Sir, please talk to her.”
His demeanor instantly changed. “Oh! Yes, madam. Okay, madam. No problem, madam. I am sending them inside.”
As we walked in, my cousin chuckled. “You ruined it. We were so close to making history!”
I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah. Next time, bring a cigar.”

#FunnyStory #ApartmentSecurity #GurugramDiaries #MischiefManaged
#HighRiseLiving #SecurityCheckFails #GatekeeperChronicles
#ByomkeshBakshi #CID #ACPPradyuman #DesiSherlock
#StruggleIsReal #SecurityFails #AlmostCaught #NepalSeriously 

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Friends&Memory

 

Phone Notification: “Delete some photos to free up your memory.” 

Friend 2: Kiska message aa gaya?

 

Friend 1: Arre, I take so many photos! Subah se notifications aa rahe hain to delete photos to clear memory. Jab purani photos dekh raha tha, I realized we store so much in our minds too—no space left for new memories. Wish we could clear our minds like that.

 

Friend 2: (laughing) Wah bhai! Tech-o-philosophy about phone storage? Yeh naya hai!

 

Friend 1: Nahi yaar, seriously! Imagine if we could delete bad memories like old photos—life would be so much simpler.

 

Friend 2: (teasing) Kuch bhi bolta hai! Waise, agar aisa ho sakta, toh sabse pehle main apna cycle accident delete karta! (both laugh)

 

Friend 1: (joking) Cycle accident? Kya hua tha? Bata na, mujhe toh yaad nahi.

 

Friend 2: Already gone, bhai!

 

Friend 1: Acha, meri billi mujhse hi myaaun karegi? Bata!

 

Friend 2: (mock-seriously) Haan, exactly! Waise, tu kya delete karega?

 

Friend 1: (thinking) My first smoking incident—erase it forever! (both laugh)

 

Friend 2: Arre yaar, kahan kya yaad dila diya!

 

Friend 1: Toh tu human version of iCloud hai kya—saving all embarrassing memories for future reference?

 

Friend 2: Aur kya! Honest toh rehna padega, na?

 

Friend 1: But you know, the problem is, if we could delete memories, we might accidentally lose the good ones too.

 

Friend 2: (thoughtfully) True. Maybe it’s better to keep them all—good and bad.

 

Friend 1: Exactly! Life is a mix of memories; only good times ka tagline toh sirf Vijay Mallya ke liye hai!

 

Friend 2: (laughing) Sahi bola. So, let’s stick to clearing phone storage and leave our brain memories intact.

 

Memory: (appears as a person) Ahem! Excuse me, deleting me without consultation? Not cool!

 

Friend 1: (startled) Whoa, Memory! We didn’t mean it literally.

 

Memory: Oh, really? I’m the one storing your happy moments, regrets, and all your embarrassing stories—basically, what makes you YOU.

 

Friend 2: (sheepishly) Sorry, Memory. We were just joking around.

 

Memory: (smirking) Sure, sure. Just remember, I’m not just a storage device—I’m the reason you learn, grow, and cherish life.

 

Friend 1: You’re right. Without you, we wouldn’t be who we are.

 

Friend 2: (apologetic) Point taken, Memory. We owe you an apology.

 

Memory: (laughing) Apology accepted. But next time, consult me before planning my deletion!

 

Friend 1: Deal!

 

Friend 2: And maybe we’ll start backing you up too—just in case!

 

Memory: Now that’s what I call progress!


#MemoryMatters #DigitalPhilosophy #FriendshipGoals #HumorInTech #Nostalgia #TechAndLife

#CandidMoments #LaughWithFriends #DigitalThoughts #PersonifiedMemory

Saturday, September 7, 2024

07/09/2025

September 7, 2025 : Pushkar Sohony: Reinventing Life Beyond the Corporate World

Pushkar Sohony stands as an inspiring example of following one’s passion. After dedicating 21 years to corporate life, Pushkar made a bold decision to quit and explore a different path. Today, he is actively involved in various pursuits that reflect his diverse interests and commitment to making a difference.

Pushkar dedicates his time voluntarily to two NGOs, contributing his skills to causes close to his heart. As an independent director for two firms, he brings his extensive experience to the boardroom, offering strategic guidance and oversight. Pushkar also engages his creative side through writing, maintaining four successful blogs with over 500 posts combined: 

*https://thefilmiangle.blogspot.com/ 

*https://downpourcreations.blogspot.com/ 

*https://mydiversepages.blogspot.com/ 

*https://mylostears.blogspot.com/ 

His blogs showcase his flair for storytelling, movie reviews, music reflections, and book insights.

In addition, Pushkar contributes as a content writer for two firms, showcasing his expertise in crafting engaging narratives. Not one to shy away from new challenges, he is also learning to play the drums, embracing music as a form of personal growth and expression.

Pushkar’s journey is a testament to the power of redefining success on one’s terms, blending professional engagements with personal passions. His story inspires others to explore new avenues and make impactful contributions beyond conventional career paths.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

the last drink

This whimsical piece takes you on a philosophical flight triggered by “the last drink.” It humorously explores the delicate balance between indulgence and introspection, transforming a simple act into a metaphor for life’s playful chaos. Balancing the tarazu, imagining a flight to Jupiter, and igniting the sixth sense—this is no ordinary drink; it’s a journey where heart and mind finally align, if only temporarily. A toast to the last drink—over-optimizing life, one sip at a time! Cheers and savor the moment! 🥂



Statement just before the last drink:
The characters in this are genuine and bear all possible resemblances with any and every real life character/s. The drinker is intentional in motivating non-drinkers.

When it comes to drinking, we are labelled social, regular, party drinker etc etc and some are hard drinkers and some are soft and well some are of course heavy drinkers (the tankers) and the remaining are optimum drinkers. I personally am in the last category, as I always end a daru party with “agar ek aur ho jaata toh mazaa aa jaata”, so I quit just-in-time. There can be few substitute to this “ek aur” so once a character suggested to have a “kiwaam ka paan”, but a twelfth man is a twelfth man and is never on a score card.

So, one day I decided to trust my heart and mind and took the last drink

It reminded me of the old tarazu (I still remember the raddi wala bhaiyaa), not because of being a Libran but that fun of balance, rather imbalance which was difficult to achieve even after lot of see-sawing.
Anyhow while I was managing to balance myself, I swiftly boarded a Flight and that too without a ticket, well I had no time to buy one and imagined no one would ask for it.
I have seen people speaking English, tongue of slip, getting touchy about things but this category is different in all natural aspects. The last drink forms the connection between heart and mind, as both of them have never worked simultaneously for a normal man, after the last drink both works together, one vertically and another horizontally. So this makes the most deadly combination.
So I was on the flight and it landed in a new place. Neither heaven nor hell, it was probably Jupiter for it had moons. It made a lot of sense as sense came naturally with the realization that you are one plus optimum (the interesting fact I still remember that now I am over optimized). A drink satisfies all the five senses of the human body but the last drink is mandatory if one wants to ignite the so called sixth sense.
So test and taste it once … Enjoy and Cheers …

Statement just after the last drink: Please maintain the integrity and dignity of the last drink.

#TheLastDrink #PhilosophicalIndulgence #CheersToLife #WhimsicalJourney #BalanceAndChaos #DrinkAndReflect #SixthSenseAwakening #OverOptimizedLife #SipAndSmile

Monday, August 15, 2016

कभी हम , कभी तुम ॥ कहीं हम , कहीं तुम

कभी हम , कभी तुम कहीं हम , कहीं तुम
कभी धूप , कभी छाँव कहीं दर्द , कहीं घाव
कभी उल्फत , कभी रंजिश कहीं बेतकल्लुफी , कहीं बंदिश
                                  कभी तरकीब , कभी किस्मत कहीं झूठ , कहीं हक़ीक़त                                      
कभी शौक़ , कभी जरुरत कहीं शराफत कहीं शरारत
कभी ख़याल कभी खलिश कहीं ज़िन्दगी कहीं कशिश

कभी हम पर ना कभी तुम वही हम पर ना कहीं तुम

Monday, July 6, 2015

social networking ... the dialogue

Husband --- I was never a social person, though not anti social. But ever since I am wired (read as networked) things have changed a bit, for good sure.
Wife --- I was always a social person. My world was full of people, expression and expectations. But things have changed since I am married. (Read as unwired)
 Husband --- I feel new breath, with increased breadth of old friends, I lost them in professional world.
Wife --- As we are becoming technologically literate we are becoming emotionally illiterate. I miss the face to face communication, the personal touch.
Husband --- But it’s good to be in touch now, we know what’s happening in others’ life and also what’s not happening.
Wife --- That’s what I call fakebook, I am not interested in anything and everything in others’ life. That too publicly, what about privacy.
Husband --- I never liked gossiping but it’s good sometimes, that spicy news.
Wife --- But at what cost, fun on personal information ???
Husband --- Why only friends, we can linked in with like minded people.
Wife --- What about heart.
Husband --- But I really liked that tweet, there are abundant viewpoints now, sources to conclude our decision.
Wife --- Please don’t mix emotions and money, nothing is free, people are making money out of it.
Husband --- I think you are just acting selfish,
Wife --- I just hate selfies,
Husband --- Hmm, I take this point, at times it is too private.
Wife --- There you are, it is crossing the personal level.
Husband --- But if you use it sincerely and in a limited way, it can be a tool for growth.
Wife --- But you know what, addiction is unlimited.
Husband --- I know from where you are coming, but you can’t completely ignore the useful information.
Wife --- You don’t know the other useless information, your answer ‘nothing’ to my question what’s up? When I know you are browsing unnecessary thing, says it all.
Husband --- You are blaming, I am not always hooked to it.
Wife --- always …
Husband --- There is nothing wrong in being judicious.
Wife --- Ok, make a 'just' attempt.  

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

slow simple pleasures

This seems out of syllabus for my style of writing, slow and simple as except the ‘s’ these words are out of purview. To the point of imagination I only like spicy, that is the ‘s’ for me. Over a casual discussion, this title popped up so I cook something pleasurable … slowly and keep the intent simple.
I have often been tagged as slow, though I am fine with this tag except for its relationship with the word lazy. There is not a thin line but a big difference between these two words. Whatever physics I have learnt being slow is relative so that’s an individual perspective. So there is no harm with the speed.
To keep it simple for me is to keep it yourself; everyone is simple in their own world. Things only get complicated when we become more materialistic and thus simplicity becomes immaterial.
We often tend to derive pleasure from complex things and thus miss the important ingredient of pleasure …. Liking ….

So if you are taking a time put to understand pleasure …. You are not slow and once you ignore speed …. You will notice simple things and you never know these may be your carpe diem moments.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

she persisted, i resisted, still i lost

They say sweet tooth, mine are all super sweet tooths, (I know yaar grammatically incorrect but emotionally correct) so much am in love that won’t mind marrying a halwai's daughter. 

Only once I felt bad about my love for sweet when a colleague said, तुझे ज्यादा ज़रूरत है क्यूंकि तेरी ज़बान कड़वी है | सही बात है ज़बान कड़वी तो है, पर मीठा तो मीता होता है|
बरहाल बात कल रात की है, 4th day on the GM diet ... I lost myself to
After successfully completing day 1 of GM diet, trailer of badlapur launced when I saw her. Though day one is easy as it is full of fruits, पर वो तो वो है |
Entire night she kept knocking the door so that I open it and she can get in my room but I resisted successfully.                                        

I struggled whole day on day 2, only vegetables and I missed her like anything. I saw her near microwave while I was making tea. She too was gazing me from her right eye. Suddenly my mom intervened and asked me what for the dinner. Sigh … I survived.

Day 3 is probably the toughest and for me it was a dual test, I would have failed miserably when I could not resist myself and touched her. But thanks to fortunes   I came out clean.                                                                                                                                                                                           
Day 4, 

आज office में बहुत ज्यादा काम था, घर पहुंचा तब बहुत थका हुआ था | सिर्फ २ banana shake पुरे दिन भर, can’t imagine I survived. Veg Soup
पीने के बाद सीधे सो गया.... जल्दी में
room का gate बंद नहीं किया |
@ around 11, she sneaked into my room, कुछ हलचल सुनी तो मैं उठा और लाइट खोली देखा की she was sitting right there on the left corner of the bed.

That was the moment, when I lost it, I closed the light and enjoyed her completely from top to bottom, divine she was  ... my dearest kaju katli ...

                                                                       and I slept happily ever after…