something "they" call LIFE

the HOLY makeover :)

2011-03-27T08:06:00.000-07:00

hello bloggers...
I am new to this place, I felt this place was perfectly imperfect for me, so I changed it a bit...
Now this was what it used to be...

I felt i could do justice to this space so I modified it a bit...
I hope this makeover comes for good... :)

Just LOVE… Is it…!!!

2011-03-04T07:09:00.000-08:00

I know I am not the one you deserved, I know I am not the one who deserves you…

I know love is not something I am capable of, I know you feel that I don’t want you, I am not sure if you are true…

I know I am passive and not true to you, you could hate me for this but I know you won’t do…

I know you are the only one to fit my arms still I don’t hug you, but that’s the only way I know how to love you…

I know you get puzzled if ever I cry, but I am not there whenever you try…

I know I never told you all I should had, but trust me you are the only friend I have…

I love not just coz I can be me when I am with you, but for the reason what you have made me…

I am scared whenever you are in pain, I know I am the reason…

But I feel as strongly as you do…

Your touch is all I need to heal, the moment you are with me my life is full…

I might not have any reason to love you, but you are the only reason I love you…

You feel I do just fine even without you, I do not need you to breathe but you are the one who told me even I could live…

You are the only to understand that I’m not perfect and that’s perfectly fine…

But above all this what I need is only you…

You are the happiness of my soul…

TK, PG & NA- Beyond Obvious….

2011-01-26T10:22:00.000-08:00

Dynamically Destined Dogs….

Chronic back benchers, 3 technically dead guys stuck in a damn technical world…

Making a new f**ked up attempt to f**k our f**ked up life every day…

Just to start we, I know are the only living beings (I missed human, well that’s intentional) in this not so living place...

People around us are live, dead life what a fancy it is…

We have a lot in common but most specific thing is that we wanted to do some thing, we were made to do some thing else, now we are again doing some thing totally different, and again we plan to do some thing totally opposite…

We three are working in an Indian IT giant as software engineers…Before that we were electrical engineers…And much before that we never wanted to be engineers…

We are dynamically stagnant and so much in love with our lives that we hate any unnecessary changes made to it...
We are so used to live lavishly in scarcity that we don’t even wish for things, coz we are actually scared that god might be generous enough to grant few of those wishes…

TK - Tabish Khan, or The Khan one of my best buddies, we have been together in a lot of things few good, and most of them not so good, this guy I must tell you is in love with cinema, he always want to live his life in black n white. I like him for the things which an average HUMAN being would hate in him, for instance he believes in GOD coz GOD gave him the liberty to choose over good or bad rather than imposing it. He is the one who taught me that only person you need to make yourself happy is ‘YOU’. For him love is just a beautiful rose which eventually dies, but could be sacredly preserved even after it is dead. One thing I would like to tell him is that “the people who do not value human emotions and feelings are the worst men of whole human kind”, and you are one them. (OK! Now stop laughing I know even I am one of those)

Next comes PG, Piyush Gupta the Professional Gadha yeah that’s exactly what we are…dumb professional ass…its almost 3 months since I know him...
Its very rare that you will find this guy smiling, coz most of the times he is laughing, and I must tell you that he is extremely contagious, you can not be you when you are with him, you are so much involved into his smoky world which is insanely alcoholic...

NA, Namit Aggarwal that’s obviously me. I am just another normal and very ordinary guy totally involved in my excitingly boring life. ‘MY’ life I am in love with this MY word, I love to live in MY world and that’s all you need to know about ME.

Apart from 3 of us I still want to write about a loads of people, and I will do I it soon, so al you guys there soon you will get a personalized dedicated space some where around on this blog.

P.S. – Use of excessively less oxymoron was accidentally intentional as this one of few things I have learnt lately.

MY ILP DAYS….

2011-01-21T06:50:00.000-08:00

17:00 hrs, Nov 6^th, 2010 Kochi Airport, a beautiful evening it was, mesmeric view of coconut trees, coconut trees and only coconut trees…

04:00 hrs, Nov 7^th, 2010 Trivandrum, first thing I noticed was a signboard saying Kanyakumari-80 Km, just 80 km away from the lower most part of India, now I actually realized that I am almost 3500 km away from the place called Delhi…

08:30 hrs, Nov 8^th, 2010 Technopark, Trivandrum, my work place, next two days were meant for verification of documents and making us acquainted with few company policies and hell loads of rules, CODE OF CONDUCT this what they call it professionally…

05:00 hrs, Nov 11^th, 2010 B.G.PLAZA, Trivandrum, my so called hotel, now for the next two months I’ll have to leave for office by 6 am and start working from 7 am…

Now this was how I started with Kerala Disasters...

KERALA DISASTERS

Kerala is a state in southern India with a totally different life and people…Yes it is a nice place which I must say is tastefully f**ked up…

Spoons, forks, deodorants and slippers, people here generally avoid using these not so useful articles and their love for coconut oil is laudable…at times you might get confused that is it just the same coconut oil they applied in the morning dripping all over their face or the next oil well discovered would be in their head…(now this was probably an over exaggerated stuff by my frustrated mind but I have seen women there applying oil in huge quantities and most of all they don’t wash it before going out.)

Weather is another very important factor which makes this place totally uninhabitable, its just so hot, humid and stinking…the worst part is its same every day, hour and minute…

It took me not more than few hours to realize that I can never adjust in this damn place but I still had some Kerala Delights which came my way, friends I made there…

Now I actually know what they meant when they said “Don’t look for excellent people, look for excellent relations”…n finally…

15:00 hrs, Jan 20, 2011 Delhi Airport, I am smiling, I am happy, and I am half-gladdened that I left that place after all it was not that bad, at least people there were good…

P.S. I – Please please don’t take it as an offence, not even a word of it, it was just some fun.

P.S II – Comments will be approved only if they follow Code of Conduct.

One night AfTer call centre

2010-10-07T11:32:00.000-07:00

One night AfTer call centre

Still 1 more month left before I join TCS, and now I ve started enjoying this call centre culture of Gurgaon, I am working here for 40 odd days, life here is all dead if you don’t know where to find it, clubs, night life, cabs, structures, deadlines, breakups, and CASUAL sex these are the basic components Gurgaon is composed of…

CASUAL sex, this is one of the few terms I got acquainted with in this BPO city…
These are few uncensored, totally exaggerated portions of the conversation I had with my roomy in these past few days…

(I am not sure if he will be glad to see his name on this noble blog so I will just call him 3D, not coz life is beautiful in 3D, but this guy lives his life to the fullest in all possible dimensions, totally insane, no motions no emotions he have, to think before he does is absolute wastage of time for him, and most of all 3D is Dumb Dumber Dumbest)

It was just another night after our call centre shift, our shift ended at 21:30hrs, and usually it was 23:00hrs when our cab parked us back to our apartment, me and 3D I mean…

“She was damn hot”, said 3D as we entered our room,

“The one sitting next to me”, I exclaimed

“Yeah that one, look I got her number”

“Dude you are crazy, it was her first day, leave her she is not your type and...”
and before I could say it he intercepted me,

“Why would you care, and I am going to call her now”
“What!! And who gave you her number”

“Driver”
and before any further delay he called her…

3D: Hello Seema. Welcome to Convergys. (Yeah, her name is Seema, and we 3 work at Convergys, me 3D and Seema and it was her 1^st day at Convergys)

Seema: Thank you, who are you?

3D: I am Dev, we share same cab.

Seema: Okay, So?

3D: You are gorgeous, I have been thinking about you since then, it wont be much if I say it is some kind of love at first site.

Seema: That’s your problem, looking after what you feel or think is not my job.

3D: That’s rude.

Seema: That’s precisely how I treat a stray DOG.

3D: I won’t be rude but I assume you know what the female of the family is called.

Seema: How dare you call me a bitch?

3D: Well that’s precisely how I treat a self obsessed bitch.

Seema: Fuck off.

3D: Fuck you.

Beep Beep Beep…..

“Stupid chick, she feels she is the only beautiful girl around, who is she to call me a dog”

“Our new team lead”, I replied politely, taking utmost care that it doesn’t hurt much…

“WTF!! Why dint you tell me earlier, I would had asked for some appraisal, anyways will catch her in office tomorrow, still whatever you say she is hot”
as I said nothing could infect this insane creature, he was still happily laughing, the craziest guy I have ever seen, 3D, Dev Dog Donkey…

As I expected the day opened with crackers for 3D, Seema blasted him really bad, I don’t know if he was upset but yeah today he was not smiling so to celebrate this lost victory we decided to bump ourselves into LAST CHANC after our shift…

Last Chanc Bar, it’s a really nice place, they have everything you need to get over your breakups, to celebrate your newest relation, or to get a new one, and the best thing is it won’t be your last one, things and people are in abundance here, they have it, just anything you need…

As usual my dog was busy looking for a new bitch, sorry I meant 3D and a new girl, while 3D was away I saw a really nice girl at other corner, she was alone so I just though trying my luck and determined I asked her…

“Mam can I get you a drink”

“Idiot I already have one”, she replied or might be she shouted…

Well I know I suck at it, and that was my last chance at LAST CHANC, but my boy 3D was already dancing with yet another hottest chick around, no I was not at all jealous, or might be I was but I knew he have this charm which I thoroughly lack…

We were almost drunk when 3D’s newly found love Sana dropped us back home and the day went absolutely smooth at office, 3D was busy texting Sana, when suddenly he said,

“Don’t come home tomorrow night, a personal guest of mine will be visiting and she is staying for night”

“But I can stay in my room, I won’t disturb you guys, you have your room”

“No she wants total privacy”

“Okay”, I nodded.
and just to act curious I asked,

“So you guys are gonna make out”

“Yeah, I guess so”

“Do you even know her last name?”

“Is that a prerequisite to make love with a girl?”

“Don’t tell me you love her”

“I said make love with her, Casual sex I mean”

“Oh yea casual sex, so sex is the answer you have for every relation?”

“No!! Sex is the question, and the answer is YES”

“Well you win, don’t wait for me, I wont be coming home tomorrow night, and yeah use precautions”

(I stayed at some other friend’s place, it was not the first time so it was just a normal night out for me)

Next day we met in the office and I asked,

“So how was it?”

“It was good, she is terrific, not the most terrific but yeah she is good”

“So it’s over?”

“No, I guess I like her”

“Dude I am not staying out for another night”

“Chill dude, next time you can stay in your room actually she is not that shy”

Next few days were very normal, Sana never came home again but 3D used to see her at The Club or LAST CHANC occasionally…

One day when 3D told me that he wont be coming to office, he is going out with Sana, I was pretty shocked as it was the only relation 3D was concerned for, else none of his relations lasted more then few hours…

He was already there when I came back, and he was crying, he was the last person on the earth I could expect to cry, I thought might be he broke up with Sana but I was sure a breakup can never be enough to make 3D cry, so I just asked,

“Hey, what went wrong, everyone is fine at your place?”

“Yes”, he murmured.

“Is it related to Sana?”

“Yes”

“What is it? You guys broke up?”

“No, Sana is pregnant”

“Fuck man, how?”

“Shut up, don’t you know how a girl gets pregnant?”

“Sorry, I meant when it happened, I told you to use precautions”

“She insisted that she want nothing between us”

“And you agreed to it, how can you be so dumb”?

“And now she wants to have a kid, she won’t abort”

“Both of you are mad, dude drop it coz if the kid is even half as stupid as you guys are it already have no chance”

“I know but she is so sure that she….I am just…I don’t know what to do”

“Give me her number, I’ll talk to her”

“No it wont help, I know her, lets just go out I need some drink”

“Okay”, I thought I will just talk to them tomorrow and sort it out…

We came back and went to our rooms, and without saying a single word we went to hit our beds, it was 3 in the night and I was lost in my world of fairies when 3D shouted Namit, I just ran to his room and he was weeping like a kid (A kid to have kid), I asked,

“What is it now?”
he kissed his mobile and gave it to me, it was an SMS, Sana’s SMS…

You think I can ever have an idiot’s kid, moron!

You fucked me hard,

I fucked you harder.

I won.

See you at LAST CHANC some time...

PS I: Tag this post as Adult.
PS II: Dev is my really good friend.

Who killed ME...

2010-10-01T11:31:00.000-07:00

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Liz ran as if she were being chased by a cheetah from the check-in point to the boarding gate to catch her flight from Hong Kong to Sydney, and her high healed Jimmy Choo stilettoes didn’t help. Business class she thought ironically to herself clumsily running with her macbook close to her chest and a carry-over Louis Vuitton purse clinging on her shoulder. The past few months had been erratic – late night calls, working weekends, high pressure presentations, the stress was all consuming and she had almost lost track of time but that’s the cost you pay to be the youngest director of a multinational entertainment giant. Today she was determined to run and get there for she deserved this vacation she had earned it, though her 30yr old un-exercised body was resisting.

She finally reached the gate and was escorted to the airplane. She was the last one to board and after bumping into a stewardess dropping her LV once and almost tripping into the lap of an old but handsome man she finally reached her seat. She glanced at the man sitting just behind her – engrossed in the latest issue of Autocar, Bose head-phones plugged in, he was in his own sweet world, her heart skipped a beat and she froze – all the old memories came rushing in, it was a similar day she met this guy Steve in a train, six years ago…

That day it was raining outside, so Liz took a cab to the station, had a train to board from platform 3A, she was going to Washington, and she was late that day…

It was a busy day at station as trains were getting delayed, there were people…lots of people around her, she was lost in the crowd where she could just see an unending trail of heads, and it was tough to say which head belonged to which body…
Chasing the crowd as she did when she was 16, to get a ticket to live concert of Backstreet Boys, Liz reached the platform rushing towards the coach she was to board, the final announcement for the departure was already made, she was out of breathe as she ran, and she was the last one to board…
“You missed it, almost!!” said the guy sitting next to her.

“Did I!!”
replied Liz, with the same intensity.

(Liz a beautiful 24 years old girl, beyond any known human psychology is lost in her own dark world of pain most of the times, earlier this year she started working with this entertainment agency as a secret crime reporter, and was going to Washington to cover a scam involving a list of highly influential Americans, and if successful she would bring out one of the biggest defense deal scam in Americas history…)

Liz was struggling with the papers and few photographs when she noticed the guy sitting next to her was curiously odd, he was wearing this long dark gray overcoat at this time of year when no one else would, and was oddly observing her…

(Steve is a 28 years old man working with American Intelligence and was sent to stop Liz reaching Washington, he had a gun and orders to kill Liz…)

And the next instant she found herself staring this guy with brown hairs and blue eyes, she thought he was beautiful…

“Hello, I am Liz”
he smiled and replied,

“Hello. I am Steve”

“So you are going to Washington?”

“Yes, and you”

“I am going to Washington”

“You live there”

“No, just a family engagement”, “you live there”

“Yes”

“Steve, so gracious you are”

“Sorry”

“I mean you look beautiful, you are a treat to my eyes”

“If I agree with you we’d both be wrong”

And a brief laughter followed…

Liz found a strange charm in this guy, the aura Steve had was making her mad, she wanted to own him as she had everything she wanted to…
When Liz was a kid she broke every toy she had, just to know that she owned it and had a right to do whatever she wished, Liz wanted to own Steve, not she loved or liked him, she just wanted him, to posses him was all she was thinking of, to see him in pain would make her happy if she could be the cause of his pain, she wanted him to plead, plead for the mercy from his possessor, the possessor Liz wanted to be, she thought if she could kill him coz he belonged to her, those dark thoughts stirred up all her emotions, the emotions which were beyond any reason or logic or wish or need, just a dead desire to own him was all she felt…
Steve also found Liz charming, every time he thought of the reason he was sitting besides her, he felt a jolt, he wanted to talk to her, he thought its still few hours left before the night, the time which he had decided to kill her so he will just talk to her, but being friendly with your victim just before you hit wasn’t a protocol to be followed and he chose to maintain magnanimous silence…

“So you are a detective”, asked Liz

“No, why would you ask that”, appalled, he replied

“Just your appearance”

“Ohh!! I am just an actor, a thespian you see”

“I never saw you before”

“I just started with it”

“That’s great”

Liz wanted to talk further, but as usual she found nothing to talk about, and was searching for a conversation starter, and soon she was lost into her own world…
It was dark outside and soon everyone would be sleeping thought Steve, this would be the time, but using a gun wont be possible so he decided to slit her throat, and then he closed his eyes to plead for the mercy and to be forgiven for the sin he would undertake…

It was around 03:00 hrs when a lady cried, HELP!! HELP!!
She was a fellow passenger who first saw the blood all over the floor, soon all lamps were fired and train guard came in, he examined the body and found some one had slit his throat and ripped it apart most brutally, Steve was dead…
Liz was missing…

Today, Liz smiled at that man sitting just behind her and said,

“You look beautiful, you are a treat to my eyes”

And who am I??

I am nothing, but a treat to your eyes.

Courtesy:

1. Ruchi Ballal, for helping me with the story in blue.

2. Hari, for all the help.

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FANTASY FONE, Phantasy Phone...

2010-09-30T15:45:00.001-07:00

I was a kid might be 10 or 12 years old when I had my first encounter with this beautiful and so powerfully amazing gadget, probably most revolutionizing invention after electric bulb and air plane…

A MOBILE PHONE

My dad’s NRI friend from Russia had one Siemens mobile phone, I was so astonished to see that James Bond movie like gadget that I dint even touch it for the first few hours, (I was kinda scared that if I press some wrong key it might blow off) and to add to my strange excitement was that vibration thing, I could remember how dashed I was when suddenly that small blue colored thing lit up and started resonating on its own…

After few hours when my uncle made me familiarized with his mobile phone, I was in love with this gadget…

And that night while in bed I thought having something like this was still a fantasy to me…

Today when I look around world is changed, things and needs are changed but I still have a fantasy, fantasy to have my mobile phone, the phone which I can call FANTASY FONE…!!!

As most of Indians are, even I am more inclined towards English, and as a kid I always used to wonder what enables foreigners and foreign returns to be able to converse so fluently in English, so thought might they just put a microchip kind of thing in you whenever you go there, so even today I want my FANTASY FONE should enable me to converse in any language I want, like it should have built in translators.

I hate liars, so my FANTASY FONE would have a built in lie detector mechanism.

My FANTASY FONE would be moldable to any design any time I please.

FANTASY FONE must have sixth sense humane touch, it should be able to talk to me tell me how I look, which attire suits me most and I should be able to switch it to different modes, as if friend mode so it can talk to you as a friend, mentor mode to get advice from FANTASY FONE as your mentor would, and even girlfriend mode where you can get anything your girlfriend will give you and to get rid of girlfriend monopoly that enshroud your world…(and like INTEL INSIDE, FANTASY FONE would be GALFRIEND INSIDE)

Like SMS and MMS it should have PMS and FMS and HMS services too, in INDIA we have frequent power cuts so FANTASY FONE should be capable of sending and receiving wireless electric power, like we send SMS we can use Power Mailing Service, PMS to send or receive KWHs, and it would also have Food Mailing Service, FMS…

ME: Hello! McDonalds, can you please send me a mc veggie burger.
McDonalds: Thank you sir, your order will be delivered in 10 seconds kindly place your PHANTASY PHONE in food tray…

And my FANTASY FONE would get me instantly transported anywhere I want to, Human Mailing Service, HMS…

FANTASY FONE must be a multitasking fold and fit device, like when ever you just want to watch a movie, a click and it would get converted into a small 3D screen, or whenever you want to get printouts, just a click and it turns into a mini printer.

And my FANTASY FONE should be free, so it needs no anti theft mechanism.

And yeah FANTASY FONE would also enable me to call someone in case I still need something apart from my FANTASY FONE (PHANTASY PHONE) …

And the revolution begins with the new Tata DOCOMO OneTouch Net Phone (http://onetouchnet.tatadocomo.com/) it wont be far when you get all of the above features included...

MAGIC MOMENTS...

2010-09-23T14:04:00.000-07:00

I have been thinking of writing this post for long, and finally I am done with a part of it…

Its about US, me, my friends and my college…

To start we did our graduation from JMI, a university in Delhi…
And as all the engineers we have some very technical moments to cherish, and few of these are those MAGIC MOMENTS…

Magic Moments, now this was the VODKA brand which gave us our first PEHLA NASHA PEHLA KHUMAR moment…

Before going any further lemme just introduce you to US…
We the future super dudes of future super power…

So starting with few of my best buddies, here I go…

Mr. PLAYBOY- He is one of my best friend (though we don’t talk much, ohh I forgot, you need to be a girl to talk to him), very good at heart, he is the only one having the powers to taste and distinguish the brands (you know what brands I mean), and no he is not at all PERVERT, actually this dude is the struggling playboy around, looking for some work, and unfortunately he never get one, so any of you girl willing to hire him, trust me he is a BORN DESPERATE…

Mr. HYPNOTISER- This dude is calmest, meanest and laziest, NO NO, don’t stare, you can be hypnotized (warning in case you are not a male), DVD alias double vaishi darinda, this is tag for this dread stalker, and the only problem with him is “INHE CHHADTI NAHI HAI”…

Mr. MUSCLES- The big boss, this guy with the blaze sharp memory is virtually my bestest friend, known for his connections with professors, for his dance moves, and his English, which he speaks only under the influence of certain spirits (no I am not talking about Shakespeare’s spirit, ABSOLUTE spirits, the brands I meant), but “KUCH BHI KAHO LADKA PEHNTA BRANDED CHEJE HI HAI”…

The JAAT- Well the sweetest boy, drinks only if you pay, greatest dancer, and the most technical guy, the only problem of his life is that no1 ever understood him, so the first thing he said when he was born was “SAMJHA KAR NA YAR”, and it continues…

DARK SINNER- That’s me, well I wont praise much, but the only problem with me is the great shape my body is in, the cuts and curves, 2 days to gym and few shots of vodka is all I need to have those abs, six to sixteen pack what ever you want…

cUCKINGfRAZY- The smart dude, lost most of the times, not at all friendly (that’s what his best friends feel), drinks any time, any where, any thing, this guy known for his after effects he is haunted by his POOR CAT score ( 97.8 percentile it was), and the biggest grudge of his life is form, MBA FORM he dint fill…

Well now let me introduce you to few of our designated drivers, these good guys wont ever drink, its about there ethics I guess…(good for us, we always need some one who can get us back home)

The BALD GUY- Lamest guy, tried to get included into the ones mentioned above but then chose to being on driving seat was better, known for his beautiful ever lasting hair he is the most concerned and worried person (about what!!! Ohh he don’t need any reasons, just tell him your name that might be all you need to disappoint him)…

COLORS- No I am not talking about the COLORS channel, the MBA GURU, this guy I must tell you is the smartest of us, the only one amongst us to lose it, never dates same girl twice, the most eligible single bachelor for you girls (c’mon you don’t mind a bit of colorful cheerful I am the best attitude)…

PS I: Please do not get hurt, we love teasing and fighting but we love each other, we have been together for 4 years and we will be the same way always.

PS II: Feel free to write, few comments might not be moderated.

PS III: This is just a part of this post, I have few more friends to introduce, so don’t get disappointed if your name is not in the list.

PS IV: No names changed.

A Date To Remember..!!!

2010-09-18T06:02:00.000-07:00

Ohh!! Such devastation it was, most ravaging date, a date to remember…

NO NO NO, not about me, I never had such a cheesy date, its about my best buddy GAURAV…

Gurav, the JAAT boy (JAAT- Just Avoid All of Them, and I mean ALL of Them)…

This guy I must tell you have all his hormones wildly disordered to a state beyond any Homo sapiens imagination…
Known for the extreme ways of his life this timid creature is COURAGE (COURAGE-the cowardly)…

…Guts and Nuts, only JATS…

He is the most educated engineer amongst us (most considerate and dedicated student)…

He is a damn photo maniac, he loves to get clicked so much that there is a childhood story consorted to his frenzy for photographs (particularly the one in which he poses), its about a time when he was on stage reciting some poem ( I actually wonder he had ever been on stage), and then came a photographer to click him, and baffled, Gaurav paused, posed and enounced- bhai photo mast si liyo…

…mast SI photo…

We were in 5^th semester of our engineering, when our mighty dude, Gaurav got acquainted with this girl, a friend’s, friend’s sister, reminiscing her name would be bit unmanageable for me now, so I would be calling her Ms. FAIREST and LOVELIEST…
This small girl was in 12^th standard that time, and as we know love knows no age, no caste, no color… (I insist NO COLOR)
That night Gaurav talked with her for hours, till all the balance of all the phones available was consumed…and this continued for next 3 days (not the balance thing, but being on phone whole night), so now it was time for us (me and aditya) to scrutinize what actually was going on…
Love U’s have been exchanged, kids have already been named, and relation stands strong… (3 day old telephonic relation, standing as strong as it has been for decades)
They used to talk about there home, parents, studies, physics, and HMT (Heat and mass transfer)…
Well HMT is an all guys euphemist for that very physically intimate moment, which includes the transfer of heat and mass between two bodies pertaining to there excessive closeness (sex, if you need one word answer to it)...not bad I though, talking about HMT in just a 3 day old relation, but such a pity to my bewilderedly wild expectations from this lame boy, Gaurav, HMT is a subject in 5^th semester of mechanical engineering, pertaining towards the study of fluids, pressure and temperature, and this was all they used to talk about…huhhh!!!
Now, the date was decided, the place was decided, and the time was finalized, Gaurav was to meet his Ms. FAIREST and LOVELIEST… (it was to be a blind date)
EDM ( East Delhi Mall), was the place, it took him almost 2 hours that morning to get himself ready for the date, shoes washed, jeans washed, shirt tugged in, hair well combed, wallet fully loaded, smile widest then ever, and at around 09:00 Am, the lame dude left…
I was in college around 03:00 PM, beep beep SMS…
namit
Yar yaha paas me koi ATM hai kya??

I replied,
Ha
pacific me hai, waha chala ja…

(Pacific is another mall adjoining EDM)
I know this was insane, but I could not stop laughing…(SHIT!! I was having fun at his expense, yeah thanx for reminding me that’s what I am doing right now)
He came back in the evening, now it was the time for remand room trial, we were all set to welcome him in the torture room, ( I forgot to tell, ME, Aditya, and Gaurav, we were roomies), and now it was the time for Qs and As…

Q1: kaisi rahi teri date?
A1: Mast thi… (This guy I must tell you is in love with this wrd MAST)

Q2: Kya kiya?
A2: Movie dekhi and lunch kara.

Q3: Kaunsi movie?
A3: Wo Pappu cant dance salla wali…
Q3.1: Acha wo jaane tu ya jaane na…
A3.1: Ha, wahi…

Q4: Kaisi lagi??
A4: Thhek thi, so so…
Q4.1: bas SO SO!!!
A4.1: Songs ache nahi hai…
A4.1.2: Ch****…
(Such a disgraceful answer to such an honorary question it was.)

Q5: Abe movie nahi ladki kaisi lagi??
A5: Mast thi yar, itni achi thi, so beautiful…
Q5.1: And?
A.5.1: Ek to gora hota hai, aur ek usse bhi zyada gora, wo thi… (NO COLOR, as I told you, I am sure he is gonna kill me for this one)

Q6: Kya kya kiya?? (We expected some stuff worth censoring)
A6: Sath baithe, we roamed around with hand in hand, and while saying bye I kissed her…
Q6.1: Kiss!!! Kaha??
A6.1 Auto me…
Q6.2: Abe usko kaha kiya??
A6.2: Uske hath par…
Q6.3: Aur?
A6.3: Bas…
A6.3.1: Bas!! What the F**K…
(Trust me this was all he did, I wish I could have got at least something to censor)

After a few weeks, things changed between them, I wont get into details but they were no more together (almost), and it was certainly a hard time for Gaurav, one early morning I found him sobbing, I asked, kya hua yar, ( I expected an answer that he was missing his Ms. FAIREST and LOVELIEST, but NO he wasn’t, I would have managed even if he would had said he was missing his mum, but NO, he said I am missing Sakshi!!!)
Now who the hell this Sakshi was???( She was his childhood crush, and he was missing her on the very day of the breakup with his girlfriend, I felt like killing him, or me for the very reason why I asked kya hua!!!)

This was settled in a few days, but it dint die, one day gaurav got a mail which had few pics of Ms. FAIREST and LOVELIEST, and Aditya by chance got to see it, after that life wasn’t fair to Gaurav, the girl was not at all the way Gaurav had described, and all of his life had always been public so was this, now he was made fun of, every corner he went to, any guy he met, that color remark of his became so popular that I bet, he must have wished that he was a COLORBLIND…

With time it all ended, now things are all under control, but that blind date still haunts him at times, and even if it was to die, we won’t let it die…cheers…

PS I: I seriously did not want to hurt any feelings or emotions, and I wrote this one because I know my buddy Gaurav will take it all sportingly and wont mind it much…(and its least likely that he would ever read this blog of mine)

PS II: For that girl I am sorry that it dint work out, and that’s it!!

PSIII: Do comment on it, but please don’t provide any extra details which I missed in the post, coz that was deliberately done…

PSIV: My next post “ A DATE TO REMEMBER 2”, would be on a date at EUPHORIA( Indian Habitat Centre), dedicated to yet another very special friend of mine…(any guesses)

PS V: Gaurav is still the most eligible bachelor around, so any of willing girl may volunteer… (caste, age, COLOR no bar)

RETURN TICKET II...

2010-09-12T18:06:00.000-07:00

My life is what seems an extra ordinary stroke of ROMANTIC DISSAPOINTMENT…

Before reading this post you might like to consider reading how it all started,

My first hand experience to LOVE, RETURN TICKET I

And then how my LIFE went on to LOVE,I'm more than a friend

And now with all my endeavors today I reached for that distant dream of mine, the hope I was weaving for past 7 years, as my friend said return is but inevitable…

Sept 13’2010, 02:00 hrs, I am writing this post as a cynical attempt to apologize for, I abetted the swindle, I played against my very own friend…

01:00 hrs, I came back to my room, the place where I always felt relief and a sense of security, for me it was my world of competence and power, but today I have been estranged from my place, the whole world spurned me, I was flagitiously accused of being a virtual pragmatic…

00:00 hrs, I came back home, with a scoffing smile and answers to so many questions, how KHURJA was???

Sept 12’2010, 11:00 hrs, I took the bus to KHURJA, and it was to take almost 4 hrs to reach, I was happy coz I was to fulfill the PROMISE of my life…
The weather was really nice and it was raining as the bus moved out of Delhi, I could feel the anxiety and the excitement and I was wondering what the reason was for this desperate fear which I was feeling, but could find no explanation to it, I was having this sense of dread without any reason…
I was busy finding out reasons which made me stay away from my very own people for 7 long years, and the only thing which I found apt was “I was busy studying”…
It would be a day to remember and cherish for the rest f my life…

19:00 hrs, I took a bus back to Delhi, I was again leaving the LIFE behind, my best days my childhood, any day of it I remembered seemed to be flooded by a brilliant illumination of care, extreme aura of innocence and the purest dreams of a child, where every dream was to do whatever is right, twenty three years ago we made a statement to ourselves that in our life we will do what ever is right thing to do, and I kept this statement unchanged, today I did what I felt was right for me, JUST ME…

16:00 hrs, owing to great Indian Transport, I reached KHURJA in almost 5 hrs, this place was so similar to the one I left behind 7 years from now, nothing much has changed, I reached hastily into my pocket to find a piece of paper on which it was written, “Kishan Ganj Gali No. 5” (lane no. 5), my mum told me the exact address of the place I have to go…
Getting some help with directions from few people around, I was trying to find out my way, and as I sauntered through those gloomy lanes I could still sense that dread and an unexplained desperate fear…

18:30 hrs, I left Sanchi alone, where rest of her life would be spent in a pursuit of what she will lose in next few days of her life, just few more days of her life left, she was to go mad thinking nothing, and this solitude will make her madness worse…
And then I though, for me it was a day to remember that I must forget…

16:30 hrs, I was few steps from my place I could feel my heart pounding at pace I had never experienced, and there I met Gaurav my best buddy in school, and we were so amazed to see each other that we almost forgot we were standing on the road and we just hugged each other, and then I went to his place, his mother was so nice to welcome me, and she told me that I am staying with them for next few days and I said for sure aunty, and Gaurav started telling me whereabouts of all my friends there, and I asked SANCHI, and he silently said she is not fine, getting married later this week and to a guy much older than her age, pertaining to some monetary issues, I said I want to see her right now, take me to her place…

17:45 hrs, Gaurav took me to her place, and her mother was busy attending some guests, so Gaurav took me to a room and told me that he will send SANCHI in a while, I noticed it was a store room, as all other rooms were full of guests, light was ebbing and then came SANCHI, she looked as a dumped soul, without any motions or emotions, pale and thin, her eyes were pink as if she has been crying since the day I left her, I was in an extremely painful delight to see her in this situation, she said Namit finally you came back what took you so long, you are back to help me? To take me along to world where I can live?
I at my most mendacious human emotions used the objects, objects like expectation and responsibilities over me, time I need to think before doing any such thing, and all such meek objects created by men to be used by men…
But it was all true, the truth which left me drenched to the deepest of my soul coz it was just a mocking truth which stated nothing more but a lie…
She touched my face with her tender hands and said I know Namit, its not easy, and thanks for coming…

and she left me alone stranded,
she expected a reply, but I could not answer,
I looked at her, my meaningful eyes gazed at her,
but she simply walked away, she could not read my poker face,
she has got to love nobody…

I know she will love to hate me for everything, everything I could have done, everything I dint do…

Wordless Wednesday...

2010-09-08T11:20:00.000-07:00

These are the most beautiful curves found on this planet...clicked in a departmental store in GOA, i just love that place...

Even trees there are drunk, how can humans be spared of this spirit, beautiful spirit, absolute spirit...

RETURN TICKET I...

2010-09-03T13:57:00.000-07:00

RETURN TICKET

KHURJA, a small town of UTTAR PRADESH, the place where I spent most of my childhood…

One of the memories I have of that place is of my childhood friend SANCHI…

Her bold eyes, her fluffy cheeks, her saccharine smile (it was the sweetest smile)...

She was my classmate and I used to call her motu, which she hated, and when ever I did so she used to complain either to mum (her mum or mine) or to school teacher…

We were best friends and used to share everything, and this everything included our lunch, books, or pencils, notebooks and chocolates at times…

We had been friends for almost 6 years, and we as kids knew anything and everything

About each other, we used to fight a lot and after every fight there was a RETURN, I used to return her stuff and she to used return mine, and then it took few hours, few days and sometimes few weeks before the next RETURN came, its when everything became normal and I gave back her the stuff I took from her and she returned the stuff to me…

I was in 8^th standard, when I felt that I was in love with her ( I don’t remember the name of movie which made me feel so, but it was just an after effect of some romantic bollywood movie)…

RETURN to me now was something new, RETURN to me was the equal love as I did, RETURN to me was when she turned back to look at me…

There were sparks in all direction until 19^th oct’ ****(I don’t remember the year, but it was the year when I was in 9^th standard, and it was my cousin Amit’s b’day), as the other kids of locality she was also there to attend Amit’s birthday celebrations and she was looking beautiful, when I looked at her, my heart loved the view and that day I asked her to marry me, and she refused to talk to me anymore as any self respecting 14 year girl would, at that time I thought might be she was not ready for the commitment…(I know that was dumb, but I was just 14 and all my knowledge to love was confined to stupid romantic bollywood movies)…

After few weeks things RETURNed back to normal and we were talking again with a promise that I wont do anything like that ever…

After few months we left the town and moved to Delhi, I was to go to a new school for my 10^th standard and the life for me changed…

I left Khurja with a promise to RETURN, someday sometime in my life…

Now its been more then 7 years since we left Khurja and I have never been there since then, never had any contact with Sanchi and all my friends there…

At times I miss my school, I miss my play ground, I miss the shops and roads there, I miss her, I miss her smile, I miss playing with her, I miss fighting with her, and I have been so busy in my life that I miss missing her the most…

Now I am done with my college and have few months before I start working, so I plan to RETURN, return to the place I feel is native to me (though I was not born there)…

Soon I am going to get a ticket to Khurja, my RETURN TICKET, to RETURN to the place where I left all my childhood memories, to RETURN to my friends, to RETURN to Sanchi…

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I'm more than a friend
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RETURN TICKET II

I believe in GOD...almost...

2010-09-02T12:20:00.000-07:00

Today, September 01’ 2010
I got up at 11, and after taking a shower I said “mum khana de do” (mum my breakfast), and my mum replied “ aj khana nahi milega” (you wont get any food today)…
I thought she must be furious coz I got up late so I said “acha kal time par uth jauga ab khana do” (I will get up on time tomorrow now give me some food), and mum replied “aj sab ka FAST hai so no food)...

Floored, I said “KYOO??”
JANAMASHTMI…she replied… (It’s a Hindu festival celebrated as birth anniversary of KRISHNA JI and I was to fast)
After few hours I asked mum, “mum birthdays par to we get nice treats and all the celebrations so what’s the point in FASTING today??
SHUTUP, she replied… (But seriously my point was valid)
Well day passed on smooth as I dint retaliate much as I got some fruits to eat…
In the evening my mum told me that we have to go to the temple, and as usual I was a bit reluctant, and then dad pronounced that we all are going to temple as they have invited us and we have got VIP passes…
VIP passes to a temple???
Yeah even I was shocked but we had these …..

ISKON TEMPLE VIP pass

Now I earnestly wanted to check this VIP thing out, so at around 8pm we left for the temple, and as I anticipated there was a separate entry for VIPs (and a long, very long queue for general entry)...
To be true I am not religious, even if I am that’s not by choice, and I never understood what the point in praying is, like if you believe in GOD that’s all you can do, how will praying help?
So as we entered all the arrangements were all different for us, from seating arrangement to the place for prayer, there I saw my little cousin NISHA, I asked her, “hey kiddo what are you doing here”??
And she replied, “Main to yaha roj aati hu” (I visit this place everyday)
So enticed I asked, “kyooo??”
And she replied, “Mum says if I will pray god will save me from ghosts and evil spirits and I will get good marks in exams and god will always help me”
GOOD, I said…
What is this we are doing, we say that we need to build a society upon truth, upon trust and upon transparent equality, but our parents tell us that god will save us from evils, in the first place we are making them believe in EVIL something whose very existence is contradictory to that of GOD, why kids are told that there exists ghosts!!!
And then how can exam results in anyway be associated to praying or going to temple without missing a day!!!
I totally believe in GOD and I trust that GOD is fair, so I know I wont ever get that, what I don’t deserve, no matter how much I pray for it…
As its said Trust in god, but don’t forget to lock your car…

So for me I believe in GOD and trust myself…
And after we were done with all the rituals and prayers, we moved for dinner, ant I was amazed to see what a feast it was, none less then one in a wedding ceremony (and again it was specially arranged for VIPs), and it was labeled as “vrat me khane yogya” (appropriate to eat even if you are fasting)…
I ate a lot and now I was happy that we came, and most of that we came with a VIP pass…
While returning I was thinking that why I went to temple, why I was there to pray and why I did something I actually don’t believe in…

And all I could find to justify it was:

My parents want me to do all this and be involved into it, so I can do this much for them.

To debate on something, to know the pros and cons of something you need to be a part of it…

You get very nice stuff to eat and drink at these places and it comes at no cost…

And you get to see pretty girls, a lot of pretty girls ( I guess most of the girls are religious enough to come to temple)…

And in case if by any chance I am not correct and you get some of the blessings bestowed upon you while you pray so I might also get those…

We all LIVE to DIE

2010-08-29T13:43:00.000-07:00

Freedom…

Freedom to me is the place which never exists, freedom to me is a word never defined, freedom to me is a gesture never felt, freedom to me something never sought, freedom to me is something never achieved, freedom to me is something never existed…

The moment I discovered what freedom is I lost the essence of being free, coz I could never know what being free is…

I am not free coz I cant fly, I can not move in the air I breathe, I can not touch the sky I love to look at, I can not coz I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant flow, flow like the liquid I am composed of, I can not find a way out of very situation every place I want to exit, I am bound, bound because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant chose what I want to bee, I can not be the way I want to be, I can not live the way I was born, I can not because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant look beyond, beyond I am destined to, I can not be beyond this place beyond this world beyond the world beyond this world, I can not because I am not free…

I am not free coz I cant rise, I can not rise the way smoke does, just rise and rise beyond all living and dead, smoke rises no matter where it came from, no matter where it has to go, I can not rise as smoke because I am not free…

I am not free coz I am addicted, addicted to create, addicted to destroy, addicted to manipulate, addicted to adjust, addicted to live, and as I realize I am alive, I am no longer free…

P.S. Please don’t feel offended if you think you are free, because freedom to me is very subjective thing, you might have it I don’t.
And yeah feel free to comment… J

This post is dedicated to Frames of Freedom organized by blogadda.

M all BLANK now..!!!

2010-08-27T14:29:00.000-07:00

Its been few days I have been thinking to write something about something but I cudnt figure out what exactly is it that I want to write about, so today evening I asked one of my friend what do you think should I write about, I told her that I want to write on something related to ME…

And she replied m all blank now…

And I said COOL, nice topic to write on…

We all feel, we all think, we all sense, and we all judge…

At times its important to talk, talk about what you have seen, talk about what you feel, or just talk, and at times you get no one to talk, or the one you get you don’t want to talk to them about it…

So writing is the best thing you can do…just start jotting it down…words are your friends they grace you when ever you need them…

But at times you want to write about something, but you just don’t know what this something is, words abandon you, your mind starts flowing like water, nothing seem lucid enough and all you could say is M all BLANK now…

INDIA2 = India * India

2010-08-07T15:00:00.002-07:00

In India live 2 kinds of Indians, and in every Indian, there live 2 different India…

Indians in India can be broadly classified as, the Indians who feel they are Indian, and just feel the feeling and live, Indians like me doing nothing good to country (except paying few taxes, and still looking ways to evade this little good we do to our country), and Indians who really make things happen, Indians who make us proud of being Indian, Indians in defense, Indians as scientists, Indians serving for social cause, Indians abroad making country pride, well this list is countless…

And for every Indian, India is his motherland and his country…

What ever type or class or religion he belongs to, he loves his motherland for the very fact that it’s his motherland…

So I might not be doing what I am supposed to do but I am happy being an Indian as any other Indian in this world would be…

I represent more then 40 crore Indians who are below poverty line and they are so preoccupied and haunted by their struggle for survival, that they can hardly spare to think of contributing to this great nation…

I represent every less privileged Indian kid who will never get an opportunity to read or write about his great nation…

I represent those million women who still face the atrocities of society just because the very fact that they are woman, so does their life leave them with any scope of doing some thing for their great nation…

I represent every middle class Indian man who spends all his life fulfilling the basic requirements of his family…

I represent millions of Indians overseas, some contributing to nation and some are not…

I represent every Indian who can pose a question to himself that “how Indian I am”…

How Indian I am…!!!

I was born here…is that enough…!!! Enough to be called an Indian…???

Well I do not need any reasons or verifications or any proof to call my self Indian or to testify that I love India and I am proud of being an Indian…

I am an Indian even if…

I don’t think of Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, even if I don’t know when and where they were born…how they died and what exactly they did… (But I do respect them for the very fact that they contributed to INDIA).
I don’t hate Pakistan or Bangladesh or China or any other country or men in this world…because I respect there right to live as I do mine…

I have inherited the “QUALITY” to complain…complain about everything around me…
from Lalu’s idiotic jokes in parliament, to more footage being given to Rahul Gandhi’s dimples then his work in Amethi…and then our media says raja ka beta hai, raja hi banega…
I don’t like studying Hindi newspaper or bollywood music…and listening to non-bollywood music is un-Indian (where goes my right to freedom)

I complain about public transport, red spit stains all over the walls, people don’t wait for you to get out of elevators they just want to stuff in, I have to wait for a cow to cross the road before my car moves…

I have to pass 3 slums to reach a mall…

I don’t wear khadi… (There is a debate of our culture being eroded)

I hate power cuts, they don’t allow the AC to work the entire day…Damn it!!

I like McDonald’s junk more then Indian food…

I have to wait for 2 hours just to pay an electricity bill… (When we have so much of power cuts)

I don't know the lyrics of our national song (the only vande matram i could sing well is A R Rahman's song)...

I don’t feel a movie like CHAK DE can evoke patriotism in whole nation. A nation where hockey is national game and we know how good our hockey team is doing…

I don’t take the bills of my purchase just to evade taxes or I am so lazy to put my ear or mind to that “jaago grahak jaago” campaign…

I break traffic rules when ever I get a chance to and if caught bribe the cops for not booking me…

I don’t know the capital of India… (I am still confused, is it Delhi or New Delhi)

I will go on a world tour as soon as possible…

I don’t vote or do anything to ameliorate, things I moan for…

I totally support Independence Day and Republic Day celebrations, even though some feel its utter wastage of funds, but I cherish being Indian, and as I get reminded of it only on 26^th Jan or 15^th Aug, (well I don’t think anyone keeps on cutting cakes or exchanging gifts through out the year, we do that on special occasions), so what’s the point in defacing Jash-ne-azadi…

And for being developed part, I think, Indians need to get developed, India already is…

Patriotism comes to me naturally and I will love here more then any other place in this world…the very fact that I was born here means more then the whole world to me…

I can complain about everything I want to, I can do anything I want to…but I can not hate this place even if I want to…

I love and feel for India as every other Indian does…and you would be wrong to say that just because I do all these things, I am not as Indian as the other billion people living here are…

Because I am…I am an Indian…and I am proud of it…

P.S : I was not trying to justify myself for being irresponsible, it was a post just to say that yes I am Indian and what I feel...

This post was published in an English daily Central Chronicle

To be Indian and Pseudo Indian

credits : Rashmi ( Features Desk, Central Chronicle)

AXE her EX

2010-08-05T15:28:00.000-07:00

The story revolves around a million thoughts, a million dreams, a million emotions, and 3 hearts, homes to these emotions, thoughts and dreams…And these three hearts belong to

Mr. ME – Well that’s me, I am a student at an engineering college in capital city.

Ms. MY – My girlfriend, who is currently working with a hotel group in capital.

Mr. X – Ms. MY’s old flame, her EX, he is a Pune based designer, he is radioactive and emits unpleasant, irritating and frustrating vibes, and this man reminds me of the gay designer in legally blonde…

We were happy (almost), it seemed we were a perfect match. We met on a social networking site and she told me that she had a break up and was very upset, as Mr. X had been very rude on her so I just said do not take your ex boyfriend's bad opinion of you as the truth, Nothing he thinks or says about you is about you, but rather a reflection of his own reality, and while consoling her and making her comfortable I some how started liking her and we started it that way…

At times we used to talk about our ex, but mine was a happy ending so I dint had any hurt feelings or remorse against any thing…

We use to meet twice a week, generally in CP it was near to her workplace, at times she came to my college and we use to hang out in my college campus and one day we were sitting some where and she said, today he called ( I knew what this HE meant but just not to act shocked I asked), who he??

Ms. MY - “Mr. X”

Mr. ME – Ohhh!! And why he called??

Ms. MY - He said “heard “our song” on the radio this morning and thought that was a sign I should call you.”

Mr. ME – How dumb!!!

Ms. MY - What??

Mr. ME – Nothing, is he studying something called symbology!! He interprets signs??

Ms. MY - No, actually we had few songs and we used to sing those when ever we met.( how boring)

Mr. ME – Very nice, so what else he said?

Ms. MY - Nothing in particular, he was just asking about my work and you, and he said can he be friend with you on facebook… (what the f***, why the hell would I be friend with him on facebook!!!)

Mr. ME – Ohh yeah, no issues tell him that he can find me in your friend list.

Ms. MY - I will, if he calls next time…Do you mind he called me??

Mr. ME – Ohh not at all, I trust you…(hell I trust in, and I seriously mind it so much that I am running out of my mind thinking about it)

I knew it wasn’t a good thing if your present’s ex calls her and talks about past, but I had to bear with it, it took me almost a week to make her stop talking about her past relation, I started giving her more time, and the best I could do was to get her into some thing called future planning…

Yeah, if Mr. X had past I had future, and that helped a lot…

I was almost certain that it won’t haunt us anymore, and antithesis to all anticipated, Mr. X came again, yeah it was at a restra in CP and it was the first time I met him, according to him he accidentally ran into us, but we all knew it, there was nothing inadvertent in it…

Dumb and Dog, an apposite apothegm for him…

Well he joined us and as I told you he reminded me of that gay designer, he was wearing a bright red tee and a green jacket, (yuk, that was the next bad thing of being naked in public) and then he complimented her, wow your hair look beautiful, Why didn’t you ever grow your hair long when we were together. (what the f*** he was saying and Ms. MY is smiling to it, hell bad it was, but again I had to bear with it.)Now I was sure he was reading some Matt Huston book…

In the night she smsd me “ hope you dint mind meeting X” (yeah why would I, it was the first time in my life I saw a radioactive alien)…

Mr. ME – Ohhh come on, why would I, he is a friend now…(a friend I would want to kill)

Ms. MY - Isn’t he sweet…you never compliment me… L (mera loss kisi aur ka gain)

Mr. ME – Well I am increasing my sugar intake from now on…soon I will be as sweet as you want…

Ms. MY - Shut up idiot, love you…(ahhh god, at last)

And Mr. X was out for the next few days till the next time we met, that day she was quiet upset, and I asked what is it??

Ms. MY - NOTHING!! (Thats the word girls love the most, you ask them why are you crying and they say NO i am not crying, yeah I am blind that I cant see those tears and I am deaf I cant hear you sobbing)

So after asking at least 20 times I got to know that she was upset coz if they were together it would have been their 2^nd anniversary( I doubt it was second, the way she was lost I thought they must have been together for at least 4 years)… Mr. X was back and he was haunting me, I can’t take it that way…

I said hey baby you know what it’s my 40^th life anniversary. ( we were together since 5 months, so 5 months * 4 weeks * 2 days = 40 times we met each other)

Ms. MY - What’s that now?

Mr. ME – Well for the every time you are with me, it’s a life lived in peace, full of happiness and joy, so that way I had already lived so many lives. (Shit!!! How can I be so romantic, thanks to Mr. X)

Ms. MY - Love you…

Mr. ME – I love you too…(I felt both of these LOVE YOUs needed disclaimer, they were in no way related to anything real)

Ms. MY - He called me today. (Should I be appalled!! As if it was the first time he did that)

Mr. ME – Ok, and what did he say?

Ms. MY - He said, he has a new blog post up about me.. ( now please don’t expect me to write some thing for you)

Mr. ME – That’s good, you know even I have written some thing for you.

Ms. MY - Ohh yea!! You never told me, show me now. (NOW??? why did you choose that particular statement to be the only one you ever listened to?)

Mr. ME – NO!! it’s for your birthday, and we aren’t talking about it till then.

Ms. MY - No I want it now.

Mr. ME – No and I mean it. (after 20 mins of the argument I won, probably that was the first and the last time I won any argument between us).

Well when ever you are going out with your girlfriend make sure you sit at a table which can accommodate maximum two.

Never talk about first love.

Keep talking about your future as much as you can.

You are better then her ex, don’t try proving it, it makes you reminding her of her ex.

Talk about your ex!! no never it makes her jealous and a result she is again talking about her ex.

Don’t ever compare your ex with your present.

She might compare you, but don’t show agitation to it, you can always use a filler.

When I was compared I said, you know what I am still the best, better then the rest coz I have you and you are better then the best…JJJ

Its been 4 months now and my life is relieved from Mr. X now, thanks to that future planning thing, it really helps a lot, I still fear that Mr. X can soon become Mr. Yes of my Ms. MY and I will be Mr. X’s ex’s ex…but I wont let it happen, well we engineers can fix anything ( even if its not broken)…

I am happy now but it’s her birthday next week and I still don’t have any article written for her… KKK

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I'm more than a friend

2010-07-31T01:04:00.000-07:00

It is going to be a long and boring post so I don’t mind even if you guys don’t read it wholly.

It is about my love story, love story which never went beyond friendship, an eternal friendship.

Every one used to tell me that love and friendship between a boy and a girl are two totally different concepts, though I had experienced none by that time, still I believed what most of them said…

I was in 9^th grade when we moved into our new house and I had to change my school. It was 2^nd may, 01 (I don’t remember most of dates but few are too important to forget).

After a break of few weeks it was so tough for me to get up early in the morning and I missed my bus on the very first day of my new school, then dad dropped me to school.

In the very first class of the day our mathematics teacher introduced me to class, and as I had already missed 1 month of classes, she told students to help me in covering it up…

I as a student was never in good books of my teachers though I was among toppers but still for some odd reasons they dint like me…

I was sitting on the last bench, it was the place in class room I liked most…and then Deepti mam started with ratio n proportions and first question she asked from me was “how will you divide 4 oranges among 8 people”. Who will ask such a silly question from a 9^th standard boy (I could have taken it as personal affront but I answered) I said mam divide them into halves and distribute and she said good, (as if it was the toughest question she could ever ask) and then she said ok namit what if there were 12 people, now this was the limit…I replied mam better make orange juice and divide accordingly…

Whole class busted into laughter…they were looking at me as I was the only donkey they have ever seen…amongst those laughing faces I saw a smile…smile of a girl sitting in the very first row, soon I found my self busy in noticing those large and luminous eyes, that generous nose and those delicate lips and suddenly someone shouted “get out”…

Ohh!! It was deepti mam and I was standing out in the very first class on the very first day of my new school…I told you na...some odd reasons…

The day passed studying a bit and noticing her most of the time and making few new friends…

While boarding the bus to go back home I noticed she was in the same bus, and if you would had asked me what do I like most about my new school I would had said my school bus…

And then we both got down at the same stop, she lived the next block to mine…just a 3-4 mins walk from my place…for the first time I was glad, we left our old place…

Next morning I got up early just to reach stop few mins earlier so that I can talk to her, and when she came I just kept looking at her but she had such an aura I couldn’t even go near her…and then the day in school went smooth…few new more friends and I noticed how eloquently she spoke…the way her eyes rolled, the gestures she made, the way her hands moved, and the expressions on her face…for the next few days I tried talking to her in the classroom on the bus stop or in the bus…but all my attempts went into vain…one day in the evening I saw her sitting alone in the park and I went to speak to her, and as she noticed I was coming she said hi!! and smiled, I went near her but I couldn’t speak anything, words had abandoned me… after a pause she said…hello I am Niansha…

It was the most beautiful name I have ever heard, and still I couldn’t say anything and I left…

The days passed I still thought of going and talking to her some day…but I didn’t and summer vacations came…I never saw her in the park or anywhere in her block for the next 45-50 days…(for the first time in my life I wanted these vacations to end as soon as possible)…

on the first day after a long summer vacations I reached bus stop 10 mins earlier and I saw she was already there…I was standing, looking at the passing by traffic when suddenly I found her standing near me and she said hello namit, I replied hello Niansha…she said good to see after so many days, I smiled (I still dint knew what was happening, I was in a world beyond this world)…then in the bus we sat together and she told me that she was living with her relatives here and she went back to Moscow to be with her parents for vacations…and she was thinking about me when she was in Moscow and she knew even I thought of her and she found me irresistibly refined and oddly anachronistic, that time I dint knew what anachronistic meant but I chose to maintain magnanimous silence…and while getting down from bus she said namit I noticed you don’t like studying much so if you need any help let me know…for the rest of the day in school I was thinking about her and I thought what anachronistic meant, and I was in bit of awe that, does she know hindi at all…during my English class I asked my teacher, mam what anachronistic means, I noticed her smiling when I asked this question( while mam replied it means a misplaced event), I still was wondering how was I a misplaced event…

While returning she was sitting with her friends so we dint talk and while walking back home she said bye namit, and you are not a misplaced event…damn how could she read my mind every time…

In the following days I came to know that she was a topper, she knew hindi very well but she liked to speak in English most of the times, she was born on 23^rd June in Mumbai, her dad had a textile business in Russia, she had an elder brother, she hated liars and cheaters, and she was here because weather there dint suit her much, it was very cold, her waist was 21 while mine was 28, she liked reading ( some stupid English novels), she had a modernistic approach to almost everything and her dressing sense was killing…and I was liking every thing about her…

I called her Nia and she called me nimmo, which I hated…

She gave me a pen on my birthday (I still have it)…and days passed and came our final examinations, exams went fine (she used to sit right behind me in the exams but I already knew that she hated cheating) and in the few days our extra classes were to start as we had to give boards this year…and soon our 9^th standard results came, as usual she was the topper and I stood 3^rd in the class…

After few days of classes it was time for summer vacations and she had to go home to visit her parents, I was to miss her a lot… she went without even saying bye…

2 days before our school was to start she called me and asked me to come to society park in the evening…

She was standing near fountain and she was wearing a short top and a half pant kind of thing (rather quarter, it was too short)…I went near her…

Me: Hey Nia! Belated happy birthday.

Nia: Thank you! How are you nimmo…?

Me: Good…and you…?

Nia: Great…

Me: Hey! What are you wearing!! Ohh this is so Texas and this is so Paris.

Nia: When did you assume the privilege of talking to me like this!! I will wear what I please!!

Me: L

Nia: I was just kidding joker… (yeah JOKER this was the new name she gave to me)

And then she just held my hand and said I was just kidding stupid…you can say any thing to me…come on let’s go for a walk… (her touch was soft and smooth and flawless and gentle and I wished she held my hand for ever)

DOVE, now this was what I used to call her and she called me joker…

She was so beautiful that half of the school liked her and the other half was jealous…

As she was with me for most of the time we were in school most of the boys dint like me, and I dint like the boys who tried to be over friendly with her…

Her dad gifted her new mobile, it was a Samsung phone and it looked beautiful…

I used to text her from dad’s mobile as my scrooge dad never got one for me…

At times we used to text whole night and talk about anything just anything from weather in India to night life in Russia…I used to tell her what I liked in her and she used to tell me what she admired in me…

On my birthday she gave me a vesache perfume she bought from Moscow, and we went for dinner in a near by restra…we never studied together as she used to study early morning and I studied late in the night…then our class 10^th boards came and we went together to give exams on my LML scooter…exams ended well…now it was the most tragic time every Indian student have to face…we had to chose our career…Dove wanted to be a doctor so she was very sure of taking PCB, but I never knew what I will be doing but I was sure that I wont be a doctor so I decided of taking PCM, so this way we both have to be in different sections which was not acceptable to me so I decided to take PCM + B…yeah I was to be a PCMB student…it came as a shock to my parents and teachers…still I took PCMB and Dove took PCB and we were in same section(XI – C), for one class we had to change rooms when I went to mathematics class and she went to arts class…

One day our physics prof. was teaching us light and he said light is composed of tiny particles called photons which are not visible, and this came as a surprise to me and I said sorry sir but I can see photons, like when there is light coming from a window I can see small particles coming with that light and then he shouted you idiot those are dust particles which get illuminated in light and again I was sent out, odd reasons…

I was most out STANDING boy of the class, yeah she used to tease me with this…

Then came the results of first term exams of 11^th standard…Nia was very upset, I asked how was it, she said PHYSICS, I got 62 and it’s the only subject I got less then 80% marks in, what about you…and I said PHYSICS, I got 86 and it’s the only subject I got more then 60% marks…

But I was happy, happy because now I had a reason to spend time with her, in fact I had 2 reasons, I could give her my time to make her comfortable with physics and I can ask for her time to let her teach me chemistry and biology…

She was alone at her home most of the time as her uncle and aunt both came late from office, so I went to her place to study, and there I noticed that she loved English songs a lot and the song my love which she was always humming was by her favorite band westside…and I always used to get cofitos for her…she loved that coffee like toffee…

And the only hindi thing she used to sing was cofitos ka jaadu, bnd darwaje khulte hi jaye…

I used to play for my school cricket team but she never came to see any of my matches, she told me “noise in any form was antipathetic to her”, so she hated loud music, traffic jams, hooting, rock music and every loud noise, so I tried my level best to keep her away from all of these…I learnt a song on my guitar for her, it was from a band called The Zombies,

And if she should tell you "come closer"
And if she tempts you with her charms
Tell her no no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

And if she should tell you "I love you", whoa whoa
And if she tempts you with her charms
Tell her no no no no no-no-no-no
No no no no no-no-no-no
Don't let her love from your arms
Oh oh oh oh
Don't hurt me now for her love belongs to me

She loved that song and my guitar… (just 2 of these)

Then came 21^st December, my birthday…and she decided we are going to a discotheque, I seriously dint knew what a discotheque was…so I confirmed, where are we going Nia?

She said to a disco, and I told her that there is no disco near by, and she said so we will be going where ever it is, just find out…

And I had to do it coz I knew if she had decided it, it wont change…we needed a car and as I expected my dad said a big NO…(if I had to go by dad’s car, I will have to take driver along, which I dint want) so Nia told me she will get her uncle’s car…
So we were to go to a disc that day, it was first time in my life that I went to a disco…

She came to my house to pick me, and when I got inside car she gave me a woodland wallet, this was third gift she gave to me, I never gifted her anything as her birthday came when she was with her parents…

That day she was wearing a smart mauve color leather jacket and a mini skirt, I won’t express how she looked that day but I haven’t ever seen some one as beautiful as she was looking that day, we went inside the disco and then she took me to the dance floor…

Nia: Hey nimmo dance.
Me: I don’t know how to dance.

Nia: Just put your hands up and hump the air. (that time I thought it must be English saying, how dumb I was)
Me: you are looking too good today, but if your skirt was anymore shorter it would be a hair band.

Nia: Just shut up and dance.
Me: You are looking so beautiful, I might kiss you.

Nia: You look so stupid I might slap you.
Me: Mera Dil.

Nia: Meri sandal.
Me: Tuut gaya.

Nia: Tod diya… now just shut up and dance…

We danced for a while(actually she danced, I was busy looking at her), then we had our food and then she dropped me back…(it was 11:30 and dad was so furious to see me coming so late, still I dint care, it was the most beautiful day of my life)

I had spent whole evening with my doll…I actually felt she was a doll for me. (I could remember once my sister was crying and I asked her what happened and she said “I lost my doll” and I said don’t worry I will get a new one for you and she said no I want my doll, now I understood what she meant by “MY” doll)

Nia always used to talk about fairies and magic land…she used to tell me that some day a Prince will come on a white horse to take her, take her away from this world and I always replied I am gonna kill that Prince…

She was weird, she was always thinking about some thing, she was so different, once our English teacher told us to write a 2 line review on Julius Caesar, everyone (including me) wrote so monotonous stuff like it was the best ever love story, story of pride and sacrifice and all…but Nia wrote, Shakespeare’s reference to clocks is odd, as there were no clocks at Caesar’s time…
I was in love with her, and she knew it, she could always read my mind…

Once I gave her my physics notebook and when she returned it, she made NA on it, I asked was it for, Niansha Aggarwal?? she said joker it meant Not Applicable…

Once while practicing after the classes I got hurt, and got stitches but I dint want to bother her so I thought of not telling her anything about it, next day I dint go to school and some of my stupid friend told her about it, she left the classes in between and came back home to see me and when she entered my room I saw her crying, and she hugged me( it was for the first time she was so close to me) and she was still crying and I said, stupid these are just few stitches, I could have died for this hug, she replied if you wouldn’t had, I would had killed you, and I said you already did…

I joined back school after a week and as final exams were near we had to study and after the exams we got our results and my Dove was the topper again while I was some where in top 5…

In a few days our classes started again, but Nia dint come on the very first day, after getting back home I called her and she said she was having a mild fever and she will be fine, and asked me not to visit her place as her aunt was home and she might not like it, a week passed and she dint turn up, I called her daily and she gave me same reply that she had a mild fever and she will be fine soon…

After few days Nia went to Moscow and left me forever…

On a following night my sister heard me sobbing in my room and she asked what happened all I said was I lost my doll…

Before going back to Moscow Nia came to see me for the last time and I could very well remember the last talk we had…she called me and told me to meet her near fountain in 5 mins…I rushed and saw her standing there, she was looking pale and thinner then ever…

Dove: Hey joker!

Joker: Hey dove! How are you?

Dove: I am good.

Joker: Liar, tell me what happened it can’t be just a mild fever, you look so weak and it’s been more then 10 days, what is it?

Dove: I came to return some of your stuff, your notebooks and all.

Joker: Kyu?? I will take it later stupid, you are not well you should rest.

Dove: Namit my Prince is coming and I am leaving tomorrow.
Joker: Shut up and tell me where you are going.

Dove: I am going back to Moscow, I am ill, my heart is very weak, I have a got a whole in my heart and it needs to be operated. (I was smitten)

Joker: Who told you that and you got to know it today?

Dove: I knew it since I was a kid but I have been too weak to get a major open heart surgery done.

Joker: You never told me, I hate you for this, I had a right to know it. When will you come back?

Dove: Namit I wont, treatment is just a formality, doctor said I have got last few days and I want to spend those days with my parents so I am leaving tomorrow.(I knew it was all true).

Joker: NO, you can never leave me, I won’t let you go.

Dove: I won’t leave you ever, when you have your daughter, name her Niansha and I will be back.

Joker: So why don’t you better me my daughters mum.
Dove: I wish I could, you remember that NA!! It was Niansha Aggarwal.

Joker: I knew it.

Dove: Namit promise me that you won’t ever enquire about me after I leave. You won’t cry much and will study well.

Joker: No, I want you back, I will get you back.

Dove: Promise me. Please do it. (I knew I had to promise it)

Joker: I promise everything you want, just don’t go.

Dove: I can not stand here for long, I am tired I will have to go, I have my flight at 3 am tomorrow.

Joker: Can I come along you to drop you to airport.

Dove: No!! Uncle will drop me. Bye Namit…

I knew this was the last time I was talking to her, this was the last time I can see her, I dint cry I just kept looking at her, I just wanted to hold back the time, and keep looking at her forever, then she smiled and turned to walk away I could see my life going away from me and I could do nothing to stop it…when she reached at the corner of the street, it was the last place I can see her, she turned and said…

Namit, I LOVE YOU FOREVER, FOREVER IS A LIE…

You might also like to consider reading how it all started,my first hand experience to love,

RETURN TICKET I

and now my life seem such a romantic disappointment,

RETURN TICKET II

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DREAMZZ UNLIMITED…. Janne kya chahe mann bawara….

2010-07-24T07:34:00.001-07:00

I am different, this is what I used to believe as a kid, I thought I had a brain which works, I had 2 eyes 2 ears a nose and a mouth, I thought everything about my existence was more than ordinary…although I came to know it was the opposite… the things which I thought made me different were the most ordinary things I had…and one such ordinary thing was dreams…even I used to dream, dream of what I can do, dream of what I am doing, and dream of what I will be doing…that time I dint knew what a job or a career is… all I knew was I am gonna make it big...very big some day… I wanted to fly…all I wanted to be was superman or shaktimaan or even my dad’s driver ( I love traveling part), and DI’s friend’s boy friend ( ohh I could still remember that beautiful friend of her) .
and as I grew so did my senses and one day my 6^th sense persuaded me that these aren’t big enough so I have to decide what I will be doing...

I can very well remember that I was in 9^th grade when suddenly some patriotic part of me decided that I am gonna be an IAF pilot, yeah youngest pilot of India…this is what I and my 6^th sense decided for me…I had my plans…to make India a super power… (This is what Indians generally crave for and so did I.) I decided I will be joining Indian Air Force( I loved IAF) so I dreamt of an IAF team called FORCE I, like special combat forces…(initially I thought of force X but made it I)…and so on and on and on….I slept with the same dream on 20^th December 2002, and when I got up next day (21^st December my birthday), Di was standing with a whole new world for me…I went near her and touched it…
it was my first real 6 string…I loved it…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”

gone were the days of IAF gone was force…now I had a dream a very clear dream.. I was to become a soul guitarist…that’s all I dreamt of…guitars, music, bands, concerts….I had always been a big fan of bryam adams and I dreamt of being as famous as he was..
but as every story has a villain I had 2L, my dad and our family business…
my dad hated my guitar like hell…he could not take his son choosing a guitar over family business…
but I was adamant as he was and d first song I learnt was “papa kehte hai bada naam kare ga, beta humara aisa kaam karega”…but with me it was different..It was “papa kehte hai BADNAAM karega, beta humara PARESHAN karega”…

and then to add on to my miserable life were my dad's friends…I can remember once an uncle telling me “beta ye baja chodo padai par dhyan do”… I was calm at time but in my mind I killed him at least thrice, and I said uncle baaja nahi guitar kehte hai…
with such a criticism this dream seemed no more achievable, but I still had to try and I dint give up my guitar classes. I had to become a lead guitarist all I wanted was to work with backstreet boys…and days passed…some happy some sad…and due to spending most of time with my guitar I had already failed in my grade 12^th chemistry pre board exam…
and then came 21^st December 2004 and what I got was the biggest gift of my life…I have never seen something as beautiful as it was…slim, attractive, smartest and fastest…
a Toshiba Laptop, I was so amazed with it that for next few days I almost forgot I had something called guitar…I was in love(again) with this machine…
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
now I wanted to be an engineer…I wanted to play with machines…love them, live them…
now guitar was a history all I wanted was new machines…explore the power of science.. I wanted to work in factory with machines all over me…I dreamt of creating new technologies like Intel (I was so fascinated with that Intel Inside)... and to design an aircraft for Indian air force…there was so much I wanted to do...then I and my 6^th sense decided I am gonna be an engineer…it made everyone happy…like a happy ending….
but as I always knew I am different so even this couldn’t suffice me..or you can say I couldn’t suffice it...engineering seemed so alien to me…suddenly whole universe was falling on me, facing a hungry lion seemed easier then poking my head into damn machines…and then I realized god has a totally different plan for me(what an idea sir ji)
and then my 6^th sense said “time keeps changing so do I”
yeah advertising…I loved those damn creative advertisements…all I wanted was to have an advertising agency of my own…I have a dream…a very clear and elucidative dream of being in my office and creating an advertisement for a mobile company or a automobile company or an FMGC…I dreamt of being suave and sophisticated…MD of India’s largest advertising group..(Ayushman...yeah that’s what my group’s name would be)… and one fine evening I told my dad what I was going to be, an ad maker (it took hell loads of courage, for I knew a whole lot of drama and dhishum dhishum would follow)…and as I anticipated my CEAT dad(born tough) could not digest it…our family business and parampara…I had to bear with it….and my dad said “besharam tu humari ijjat par DAAG lagaega”… (Not just said, he actually roared)…
but I was as adamant as he was… ab “KUCH ACHA KARNE SE DAAG LAGTE HAI TO DAAG ACHE HAI NA”…
so after having experience in a number of jobs (IAF, Guitarist, Engineer, and many more…) I now dream of being the creative, the sophisticated, the suave, the debonair head of my advertising agency AYUSHMAN…I hope some day I will transform some of my dreams into reality…no dream too big, no dream too high...
till then… “Time keeps changing so do I”

2010-02-22T07:28:00.000-08:00

Wen I was a BOY..
I have been in a little bit of a rut the last few days. For whatever reason, I have not been able to see myself. I have found myself in some serious need of validation. M I getting mature???? Really???
Well this is the question bothering me now a day’s albeit this botheration is some how pleasant one.
I will turn 19 in a week time, and a surge of emotions to follow.
In last one month I hav seen a lot of emotional plunge in my life and all these incidences forced me to think this way, m I still a boy?
A fun loving boy, who always want to see himself smiling 24*7 .Have seen 18 springs of his life and most of them pleasant,.

When I was a kid I used to ask my mum that when I will get mature, when you will allow me to do the things at my own? And she used to reply that until you don’t get moustaches and beard you will be with me, indirectly till then you are a small kid. But gone are those days.
Anyways by mum’s definition m already a matured guy. But really??????????? M I..???
I don’t know what actually maturity is? But yeah really if I have to give my definition to it then I will say, “I m really confused wid it”.

At one point in my young {that just makes me sound old} life, I thought that I was in love. I had dis feeling for a gal dat made my stomach have butterflies and I thought dat was what love was and how it felt. Then, life happened, hurt happened and it was over. But I got over it. Quickly enough!! I still thought that it had been love.
And now “I expect to be in a relationship with a significant other who is as mature as I am and has the same approach to life as I hav. It will not be a relationship just for the sake of havin someone else."
I can figure all dis out. M I getting matured. “I m really confused wid it”.

I am concerned, sympathetic, empathetic and resourceful, have a fair amount of common sense and find ways to make it when the odds are against me. I can negotiate, bargain and find a way when no way is clear.
But I can negotiate on dis no longer. M I getting matured. “I m really confused wid it”.

I always wanted to be good at all things but never wanted to study or work hard for it. I want to do things but I don’t know why. Again I ask myself wat is dat wat I want to do. When these small desires in me want to turn around and look for something big and that it becomes one of the milestones of my life. Thinking out in other perspective it is very human to want different things at different times. But how do it relate to my getin mature.
So the question is d same. M I getting matured. “I m really confused wid it”.

Now I feel am I just acting matured or I am matured. Feeling mature is somhow different den being mature. But I am sure its something more den just a feeling.
I am far more mature than I give myself credit for. No acting is necessary when it is already a natural part of who I am.
I am a man...I am a man…