Some Ulta Pulta

Untitled - Ch - 1 Intro

2018-03-29T09:24:00.002+05:30

I know its unusual for me to write without the title but this time there is no title yet. So let me know if you have one, I'll try to adapt it.

The radiant LED and 2 horn honk of this sleek convertible was enough to let Pran Singh know that it is indeed, Laksh saab. He as usual went to open the main gate and without asking for any security check, the car was let in. Laksh was a usual visitor to Venus One, one of the posh residential tower in the city. He was always high on speed, full of attitude and arrogance, yet to Pran kaka he would always be simple and respectful. Many of the people who knew him, found this feature very unusual to his other traits. Whenever not in hurry, Laksh would gesture his respect by slightly lowering his head while Pran kaka would open the gates for him. This was not just towards Pran Singh but anyone whom he found working beyond their abilities, for Laksh, life was to endeavor.

As, Laksh didn't show his gesture today, Pran Singh knew, there is something very urgent and Laksh is getting late for it. Laksh had tried calling Tanay a lot in past few minutes and all calls had gone unanswered. He always hated this irresponsible side of Tanay. Tanay and Laksh were friends since their High School days. Like many in the school they just knew each other and then on that fateful day stars changed and these two unknown souls were bound to friendship for life.

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My dad was transferred to this hill town, it was all like a dream for me living in this small valley where I would hike and bike all the day left after school. Being new to the city, I had no 'friends' as such and actually I was enjoying this new flavor of life. My day began with school, then roaming around till it gets dark and back to home.

In just three months at this Christian convent school, I had become known for my debate and somewhat I can say girls knew me, that's how I can judge my popularity. When all the boys would play cricket, me being a badminton player, hated this game and I would sit on one of the stands adoring hills, talking to girls and trying my hand on poetry.

Soon our first semester exams started, I was never the studious kind but was able to score above decent to be the apple eye of teachers. It was the last exam when I met Tanay, or rather when I got to know of Tanay.

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Laksh always had a second key to Tanay's home, this place had witnessed many of the major decisions of their lives. He reached the 27th floor and quickly opened the door. He knew Tanay would be playing his Assassin's Creed and killing his virtual enemies. Tanay had only two goals in life, decimating his rivals and killing Templars.

The Birthday

2017-04-02T00:00:00.001+05:30

There are incidents that you can never forget in life. Somehow they are clung by you unknowingly in such a way that some or the other thing keep reminding of them. Like many other, even I had one which not exactly an incident but a story i heard on one of those long train journeys.

Picture Courtesy: Hugo Roy, Kickstarter

There was a girl, young, innocent with a beautiful heart. She had just fallen in love with a handsome boy of her age. She would meet him daily on outskirts of their small town. Together they would sit, talk and share their dreams, happiness and sorrows.

Everything was going good when one day boy told her that he had to leave town for a fortnight to do business in another town. The girl became very sad. It wasn't the first time the boy was leaving her but she was going to miss him on his birthday which was due next week.

She had planned many things for his birthday as it was the first time they would be together celebrating it. So she asked him to meet her early morning before he leaves the town.

Next day, the girl was waiting for him at their usual meeting place. There was still a lot of time for sunrise. The boy came and she handed over a sealed letter to him.

She said, "Open this letter on your birthday and you will get the gift that I wanted you to have."

He promised and left. The trade made him very busy that he forgot about his birthday and also the letter she gave him. While he was on his way back to his town, he realised that he hadn't opened the letter.

He checked his bag for letter but couldn't find it. He was sorrowful that he would have to wait to meet her to know what was his birthday gift.

On their usual time, at their place he went to meet her but she never came. So he went to the area where she lived. He inquired about her and got to know that she went away to meet someone last week and no one has ever heard of her yet.

So what happened to that boy?, I asked as the uncle in the train opened his water bottle to take a few sips.

He reclined and said, "It is not the real concern. You remember the letter?"

I nodded.

"It is said that in the letter, the girl had written to give her body, mind and soul to the one who is reading it. She never thought it would happen that someone other than the boy would read it. While the boy was travelling, the letter was left at one of the trees where he was resting. After he left, the tree read the letter. As the letter ended the girl was transported to that place and she became a part of that tree."

What rubbish?, I told uncle.

He smirked and said, "Sometimes we want too much for someone on their birthday."

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'तू जिंदा है'

2017-02-27T23:28:00.001+05:30

तू जिंदा है तो लेटा क्यों है?
तू जिंदा है तो हिलता क्यों नहीं?
तू जिंदा है तो थमा क्यों है?
तू जिंदा है तो आगे बढ़ता क्यों नहीं?

ये इतना कुछ
जो तेरे आस-पास हो रहा है.
तू जिंदा है
तो तुझे दिखता क्यों नहीं ?

सुन के ज़माने की सिसकियाँ
तुझे कुछ होता क्यों नहीं?
तू जिंदा है
तो रोता क्यों नहीं?

तू जिंदा है
तो ज़िन्दगी जीता क्यों नहीं?

Power of an Innocent Thought

2016-05-16T15:47:00.000+05:30

It was a decent restaurant in the outskirts of the city. I use to go there often to spend some time alone and look out for strange characters who would pass the city through that highway. One day just after a heavy rainfall, when I was waiting for my tea to arrive.

Only then owner of restaurant Mrs Shukla, herself came and put two glasses of tea on the table, sat in front of me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I was taken aback by her strange question. Then a thought came, how can she know that I not in best of my mood today. Actually, I had just failed in entrance exam of a film school and that was my last chance. I almost wanted to end this idea of becoming a story teller.

“See your face is saying all about it.” she said breaking my thoughts.

“Let me tell you a story of me, rainbow and this restaurant, which made me realized that there is a great power in thoughts.”, she said soothingly.

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On a late Sunday noon, a family of four came into my restaurant and sat down - Dad, Mom, two children – one girl approximately 7 and a boy around 5. It was a slow day due overcast. The little boy was quite talkative and I found out just about everything they did the week before. They were the only ones present at the restaurant. While they ate lunch and relaxed, rains started.

I tell you, I just love rainbows. I sometimes feel like I am a rainbow chaser. I don't know how but I get impulses when it is raining and rainbow is about to appear. That being said, after the rains stopped I felt that impulse. So, went out to check and saw the most beautiful rainbow.

I moved back to restaurant to check that family. Parents were almost done and were discussing their extended families while children were doing things among themselves. I asked them if they needed anything else, to which they said they would let me know later.

I was about to move back, when I asked the parents if I could take their kids to see the rainbow. I could see the glance between them, probably wondering if I was a kidnapper, but that quickly passed as I described the sheer beauty of what was happening right outside the door. Told them we would be right out front and they could come too. They let the children go with me while they get back to their discussion and food.

The little boy grabbed my hand and we walked out and sat down on the doorway. By now there were two rainbows and working on a third. I explained a little science and the children were just amazed. They had never seen a real rainbow, only ones in movies and books.

The parents came out and we all sat there and watched for a few minutes at the wonder of the rainbow. Another car drove into the parking lot and I knew this had to end because I was about to get another customer. They paid and we said our goodbyes.

A half a year later, it was a usual weekday morning with moderate rush in the restaurant. A family had just entered and I waited them to settle. When I approached the table, the little boy in the family jumps up and says to me, “Can you make it happen again?”

I of course had no idea what he was referring to. The mom and dad explained they had been here a year before and their little boy told everyone how he met someone who could make rainbows. His sister kept telling her brother that it didn’t work that way and there would not be any rainbow and he should just shut up.

The young man was very convinced that I could indeed make it happen. I didn’t know what to do, but I tried to explain as nicely as I could, that I didn’t think we would be able to see a rainbow that day. It was a beautiful sunny day and it never rains in this season.

As I left the table, I could hear the little boy saying to his sister, “You just wait and see.”

Well, I don't know how but soon the sky darkened and it poured for about 5 minutes. Then all cleared up and what remained was a beautiful rainbow.

Now you may call this a coincidence, miracle, sign from above or just damn amazing. All I know is there was one little boy who proved his sister wrong, amazed his parents and sat with me for a very long time on a bench outside calling me the rainbow maker.

You know, it was the power of his innocent thought that could do something like this. He had faith on himself first of all that something like this could have happened.

So, don’t ever think negative, there are lot of good things that are eager to happen to you but we being negative just don’t give them the needed power to grow.

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After this I had a cup of coffee and stayed with the story that Mrs Shukla just told me. Later I chose to do Mass Communication course with a hope to fulfill my dream in some or the other way.

And now I just write and cook apart from trying to see a double rainbow.

Sell it All

2016-02-11T01:35:00.001+05:30

Sell it baby Sell it all
Sell everything that world wants

All u need is, trick to sell
Dig the greed n ring the bell
THAT'S SOLD

Every moment desires grow
U need this that n more
Let ur emotions do the role
And the products do rock n roll

U may not have the thing that's asked
No need to worry, work on jugaad
Get it anywhere from moon or mars
But Sell it baby, Sell it all.

The Sunday Morning - A Young Girl

2015-10-12T19:01:00.004+05:30

As alarm goes on she snoozes it off
who wakes up so early on a Sunday.
Its the only day in the week when she
sleeps and extends her ongoing dreams.

With few minutes on, the mobile beeps
reminding her again that it’s time to
creep out of the bed and move life.
She gives this thought a miss but
before that she open her eyes a little,
checks the time on the phone,
moves her thumb in a pattern to
see the notification since she slept.
A b'day of a friend, few likes & comments.

Still reposed on her messy bed,
she takes a selfie of a half closed eye
with a string of hair falling off with swag
and puts it on a app with many hashtags.
Disposing her thoughts again now
she closes her eyes for a nap to begin.

This time it goes for a stretched span
before her phone starts to sirens loud
in her half sleep she does realise
this music plays when mom is on line.
Bringing her out of bed and a call to attend
she is thinking of her way to sound and act.
But one thing is for sure that it’s just the
beginning of a lazy Sunday morning ahead.

The Sunday Morning - A Housewife

2015-10-12T19:01:00.001+05:30

With ray of light she open her eyes
to fill her world with her care & love
Even though when everyone is sleep
weekend retire never sways her thought
She does her chores with all the zeal
no body sees her taking any rest
She is always upright at her best

She plans the whole day to spend some time
with her busy husband and children grown
From the crunchy breakfast to savoury lunch
she makes all special dishes for them to relish

But her Sundays have become void too
all have clubs, friends and commitments
prefixing mom & darling to the phrase
I am going, will be back soon, they
all leave for the Sunday to play

As everyone goes out leaving her there lonely
she just parts all the preparations she was doing
And she laid back on her bed, lazily, tiredly
creeping in to herself and dreaming of that,
yet to come ‘Relaxed loving Sunday of her life.’

Painting, Ch 2

2015-08-22T22:02:00.000+05:30

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage. I happen to come across a painting that was put up for sale in the café, where I use to come after my working hours. Coming here was a different feeling altogether, it felt as if I am away from the weird world which exist to not to exist.

There was a certain kind of connection which I sensed whenever I am here, it was like someone might have awaken my soul from the crowd of soulless realm. So I asked Abhijeet, the cashier how come this painting here and that too for sale. He told me it was of a customer who was a regular and had dues to be cleared off, for which the painting acts as surety.

Out of my eccentricity, I asked for the price and what I was told was nothing compared to the beauty of the painting. Just twelve thousand and seven hundred, I cross checked but it was certain. By the time I had got my regular coffee which I took to the habituated corner table of mine, I felt so immersed in the beauty of that painting that I called Abhijeet again and shared my willingness to buy it. He was skeptical of me trying to buy that painting.

May be because, being a regular here I never talked to anyone or never showed interest in the things going around here, even when film star Priyanka visited here to cherish her teenage remembrances and the whole café was a fortress, I was still at this corner table with my sugarless black coffee. I took out my debit card and asked him to wrap it for me. He looked surprised with my so quick decision, took that card and gave a nod as assurance to get it done.

My eyes were still glued to the painting and watching it getting wrapped. Soon I finished my coffee and called a cab to carry that wrapped exquisite with me as I could never chance upon the evening metro to let it reach home safely.

Delhi’s evenings are always worst on road, they feel like the never ending journey and with this wrapped painting with me I wanted to reach my home as early as possible.

The driver was looking thru the rear view mirror and was getting restless to know what’s in the WRAPPED item, adding to his curiousness was the way I was holding. I just couldn’t take any chances with it. The pace of the traffic was making me die inside, what added to my worry was the rains outside, it made me feel suffocated as I wasn’t going anywhere.

But as everything comes to an end so does this ever tiring journey. It gave me a great relief to see my flat from the window of the cab. Now the next problem was to reach inside with painting without getting it wet.

After paying the charge to the driver I opened my shirt and wrapped my shirt around the painting keeping it close to myself. I asked him to open the gate and quickly ran towards the nearest hood of the stairs.

Now I could at last see the painting all for myself, I eagerly opened the door and as soon as I entered inside I started unwrapping the painting. After keeping the painting on the TV table in front of LED screen to provide it reasonable support.

I adjusted the lights of the room accordingly and sat on the sofa just adoring the painting in front of me.

Soon I could feel the same sense that prevailed me in the café, my eyes were transmitting some strange impulses to my mind, as if it is taking me in to a different world….(to be continued)

Painting Ch-1

2015-08-21T21:55:00.001+05:30

I don’t exactly remember how you look like, there is a blur imaginary memory of yours in my mind. More than the image of yours there is a feel of what you are and who you are? The way you held the hand, clutching of fingers in to the fingers, holding my arm when you walk around, the way you look up to me and see deep down in to my heart through my eyes. One thing I got it for sure, that its pure feel of the one you have, you may not see it, or touch it or hear it but you can always feel it. And that feel is so pure, so true to the thoughts of yours. It’s the soul that connects us nothing else. I have a way to believe all those things, it something that I have experienced over the period of time. This is one of those times when I feel short of words to express what it is all about exactly. People have given their own strange definitions to LOVE, but I’m still not sure whether it is love or not, or whatever it is. It is something that can only be cherished alone. One has to be completely in connection to the soul to feel the way I am feeling. Now I am not even sure of soul. Mystery that what it is. There are things which can’t be expressed, for everything else, its LOVE.

This line is so cheesed from the master card ad but it’s the perfect in the scenario what’s in here. I couldn’t have got a better line to explain it, howsoever people go on lengths to tell their tale. Some write, poetry, some choose memoir while some prefers it to be a novel. I have a very simple and short story to tell, out of the whole big book of life. I have kept it small just because all the other things that goes on is same that you can find anywhere else like in those beautifully written love stories or even from your own life stories. And that’s why I took it from here.

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage......(to be continued)

Falling in Love

2015-03-12T16:28:00.000+05:30

Why I fall in love with every face I see ? Today while moving around in a marriage function, I had this strange emotional connect with almost every girl I saw there. It was as if, I have fallen in love with each one of them. There was not one particular girl who was special, all seemed to be more or less similar yet each girl had her own uniqueness.

The girl in yellow suit had the prettiest eyes. The girl who crossed me near the mandap, who was wearing a black and golden chanya choli had that waist to die for. The curly hair girl in peach colored Anarkali suit, I would love to keep my fingers cuddling her hair locks. And lastly, the girl in blue lehnga, who was there at the kulfi stall, she had the brightest smile, so mesmerising. They all had something special in them, something unique that made me fall in love with all of them. None of them was perfect in all aspects but whatever they had, has surely made me go crazy for them.

After coming back from the party, now i realised, being the beauties they are, why i didn't propose any of them? It was something I could have known only when no one was around me and that what happened to me while at the roof top, alone on that half chair-half bean bag, staring at the moon-less sky full of stars. All those traits which made me fall for them were the shades of HER. She is not the girl of my dreams but the girl who in reality made me dream of that perfect world which never existed. A world, where life is more like a smile on a wrinkle free face with deep and moist eyes.

In every girl I see, my mind finds out one trait of her in that girl and my heart initiates the love to fall for her. Its been a regular thing which I had realised just now, how being a free-from-the-world guy, I could ever be in Love with someone like this. This is strange, even strangest of those dreams that come & go without any meaning to it. It was one of those simple equations that took me long to solve.

I wonder why I did't know all this when she was there, when I could just go down my knees and tell her all this. She was there, around me almost all the time but now nowhere to be seen. I think, that's the beauty of life, it makes you believe whats around is true but actually true is whats everywhere. Hoping to see that Girl again to tell her whats in there, I know its not lost...

पेड़ों की छाँव

2015-03-01T01:21:00.001+05:30

चारों ओर शोर सा है
पर मैं ना जाने खामोश क्यों
खुद से खफा नहीं हूँ
पर यूं संतुष्ट भी नहीं
नोटों से भरी इस दुनिया में
इक पेड़ है जो छाँव और फल देता है
मेरे जैसे पथिक का
वो ही आसरा भी होता है
पर जब तक नहीं मिलता वो
इन नोटों वाले पेड़ों का ही गुज़रा है

कब दिन ढल जाएगा
कब रात बीतेगी,
इस आस में के राहत मिल पाएगी
बस चल रहा हूँ मैं
उस झोंके के संग
ले चले जहां वो मुझे
मेरी डोर तो छूट गयी
बस एक गांठ बाकी है
अभी भी कुछ सांस बाकी है

फिर पसरेगी खामोशी
फिर पूस की रात आएगी
जब जश्न ज़रूर मानेगा
पर ग़म की घटा भी छाएगी
निकलेंगे हम उस आँधी में
फिर दीप ज्ञान का लेकर
शोर होगा साँसो में और
गरज उठेगी धड़कन
लौ से दीपक की हम
राख़ करेंगे नोटों को
पेड़ों पे सिर्फ फल लगेंगे
और छांव मे बीतेगा ये जीवन

The Fate

2015-01-08T15:12:00.000+05:30

FATE. Its a strangest thing in one's life. How much we deny it, how much we try to run away from it, it is something that keeps us reminding that "Hey! I am here". It is also said that our fate is written even before we are born. But it also said that our fate is in our hands, we can make it as we like. Our constant efforts and hardwork leads us to our fate.

There is something that is rarely seen with fate and that is connection. Yes, the same connection that binds us as humans as relations as together. Our fates are also connected with each other. My fate will affect everyone around me. Every thing I do, is somewhere somehow will relate to someone somewhere, will make an impact on someone.

While working and putting down constant efforts, another thing that comes before you is the Decision. Sometimes its not the whole hard work & effort thing by merely your decision/choice that leads you to your fate. Such a choice could be as simple as picking up a candy or as difficult as choosing your life partner. At almost every moment we make choices in our mind.

All this, is cosmic. The way these planet & stars moving so far from us yet they govern us, We, who is just made up of five things - Fire, Earth, Water, Air & Sky. Its strange yet so unique that how our actions and thoughts are determined by the way the celestial bodies move around. How one react at a particular moment under the influence of these, is so astonishingly amazing.

How hard we fight from our fate we cannot change it but with that, it cannon be determined that we leave all up to this fate. We have to keep working and moving towards our destiny. We cannot leave behind our practice just as we know our fate, rather we have to work more efficiently to reach our fate as soon as possible.

O' My Might HEART

2014-12-23T11:41:00.000+05:30

O’ my mighty heart,
why don’t u understand…
she has left you long back
& you are still waiting for the end….

Why can’t you accept the truth,
that she has moved on….
times are changed now
& you think she would still come….

Why you preserve those memories,
which haunt you every moment….
makes you feel lonely and
gives u pain again & again….

O’ my mighty heart
leave her thought ….
not for me but for those
who wants u to be their part….

Going On

2014-12-02T11:40:00.000+05:30

Time - it never stays for you or me,
its always on.
When I thought I can hold it, its already gone.
Time - its going on
on - n - on....goin on

All round-the-clock,
I kept thinking of you
and the moments we spent,
as if they'll never flew
like the bad times,
these good times too
have gone, before I knew.
Now i dont know what to do,

Thats what I have to make
Thats what my like will take
all i need is to go on
just move on - going on
on - n - on....goin on

Dont feed your past
bcoz it will never last
& if it wud have last
then its not the past.
No one can get u wat has gone
no one can tell u wat will come
its U who has to carry on
bcoz life goes on - going on
on - n - on....goin on

And I have to Move On

ABC by Wislawa Szymborska

2012-08-13T21:38:00.000+05:30

ABC by Wislawa Szymborska

An old poem by Wislawa Szymborska,
it still finds it relevance even today…

ABC

I’ll never find out now
What A. thought of me.
If B. ever forgave me in the end.
Why C. pretended everything was fine.
What part D. played in E.’s silence.
What F. had been expecting, if anything.
Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well.
What H. had to hide.
What I. wanted to add.
If my being around
meant anything
to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.

June & July

2012-06-22T23:34:00.001+05:30

O Teri !!!
ye tera June & July...
karne laga heart fir se fly...

may be it too early for rains n romance...
but jo bhi ho, it gives u a lifetime chance...

leave ur past, just njoy ur present...
He is a form of gift that God has sent...

embrace the journey of love again...
bcoz people loose, love always gain...

sit on 'band stand',
walk down the 'marine drive'
till u reach 'nariman point'

hold the hands n feel the breeze
let it go in n ur make ur heart seize...
bcoz in love rules dont imply...

remember its June & July...
n ur heart is gonna fly....

Vo jhooth bol ke...

2012-06-13T23:18:00.001+05:30

Vo jhooth bol ke tujse, baatein karna
Sirf isliye kyunki,
Dil chata h teri awaz sunna
Unn batoon me saari kahaniya bunna

Har baar ek naya chehra tujhe pesh krna
jiske peeche chhup kr tujhse saari baat ho

par jab bhi ye karoon
to ek hi darr laga rahe
kahin meri in baaton se
tujhe naa koi aaghat ho

jitna bhi main rokun khud ko
utna hi tujhse judta jaaun
har baar anjaane me vo kar baithu
jisse tujhe main dard de jaaun...

achha hota ke jhooth naa
bolna padta mujhko
sach se hi saare kaam ho jaate
par ye mumkin naa tha
kyunki naa tu mujhe samjh saki
aur naa main tujhe jaan saka

Then what it is ?

2012-05-08T13:17:00.000+05:30

If my dream
had no sight of you,
I would never
close my eyes...

I just had a space
with no glace.
Your hands
on my face...

Let me
pamper you & caress you.
Just two of us,
me and you.

It is not care,
it is not affection
it is not LOVE,
as it has laws of attractions...

The Princess

2012-04-02T03:46:00.000+05:30

"The Princess" if i call u wud not be wrong...
its just i wanna make my effort,
not to regret ever in life long...

i dont knw what wud be ur reaction,
people say that its just an attraction...

i dont need any yes or no as an answer
bcoz will u marry me is not my question...

just need to talk or have a walk
only u n me & no one to stalk...

nothing about future nor the past,
present is something what i talk...

Ur dreams, ur world is not too far
lend me ur hand & i'll be at ur par...

no one will know,
whom u fear so ?
let me be there again.,
where u rest on me
n i vanish all ur pain....

its just i wanna make my effort,
not to regret ever in life long...

Shine of Love - II

2012-02-21T03:46:00.000+05:30

The pain has not
even got away,
my eyes are wet
even without rain...

No way that I could
take you out of me,
You are still there
even closer than that of me...

Love never fades away
what may the passage of time,
as the sun just sets away
but never looses its shine...

Shine of Love - I

2012-02-21T03:43:00.000+05:30

I don't need your care,
no need of your cuddle,
for my life you are
just a hurdle...

I know breaking
all ties is sudden,
but for me things
have become a burden...

Love just fades away
with the passage of time,
as at the day end
fades the sun shine...

Valentines

2012-02-15T10:58:00.000+05:30

Sometimes life becomes a Sea Shore,
people come & enjoy,
they say they love it,
they spend their best moments there,
they even regret of not being there,
but at end no one stays back forever,
no makes it their HOME.

Just as a Joker, people love him,
enjoy him, but no one stays for him.
But still he manages to keep his
true face hidden from the world.

This is my tribute to most fun loving person i have seen in my life.

I across a strange fact, that while many were happy being together yesterday,many were happy being separated. In Ahmedabad, 4 couples got divorce granted and the smile on there face was enough to explain there happiness. It may be the one side of story but still it makes me sure of one thing that is its all up in your head, whether its 14 Feb or 15 Feb or any other day or simply every day u need to celebrate ur LOVE.

Outside a garden in Ahmedabad, which is famous among couples as a hang out spot, there was this man standing and distributing Coconut Water for free. Many couples couldn't believe it but it was true. It was his way to celebrate his day n make it a tribute to his LOVE.

He met his wife eight years back. This garden was their meeting spot n she loved coconut water. Since last seven years they have been celebrating this day together, it was was the first time that she wasn't with him. Only last year they got married against the wish of girl's family and her parents took her forcibly with them in diwali. He doesn't want to take his in-laws to court but win their HEARTS with LOVE.

So just spread the Love everywhere not just on 14th but every moment of your life.

My Country's Govt, Media & Social Activists

2012-01-19T03:33:00.000+05:30

Enough about love but now about my country's govt, media & social activists.

Old Story:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a Fool and laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

New Indian Version:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a Fool and laughs dances plays the summer away.

Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper call a press conference and Demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled With food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this Poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.

Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.

Mayawati states this as 'injustice' done on Minorities.

Amnesty International and the UN criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven & Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).

Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.

Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act'[POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Kapil Sibal makes 'Special Reservation' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions in Government Services.

The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing Left to pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV, BBC, CNN.

Arundhati Roy calls it 'A Triumph of Justice'.

Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'.

CPM calls it the 'Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'

Ban Ki-Moon invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later...

The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley,

100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India,
...AND

As a result of losing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers, India is still a developing country...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!