Queer Fish!

That wondrous vesper

2014-02-02T13:26:00.004+05:30

Liking something is just a question of how much peace it yields in you. Everyone finds his own peace in his own ways yet many times we don’t know where to find one. I was restless for almost a weak or more now; many reasons, my work, missing home, missing her, whatever the reasons were but my day was not ending as I wanted it to be. Vivek called one evening and said, “Hey! Guess what! Anoushka Shankar is coming in town for a live concert. What’s say??” I asked, “Where is it? How much for the tickets?” Coincidentally it was just near my home, we both booked the tickets. Before that, I listened to some of her songs and I felt a need from within to go here her. Something was disparate in those vibrations, they moved me. I decided at that moment only, I want to; rather I have to go to this concert.

6^Th of December – 2013, I came home tired from work. Traffic made it a gruesome ride to home! Though one part of my head was busy planning schedule for tomorrows work; I took a bath that got me out of the stench of it. I wore a nice white shirt and black jeans, wearing white always put my mind at peace. Vivek also came and we were now headed for that moment which I realized later rejuvenated me from my own. I didn't like crowd since I was a child. There were only exclusive listeners there that made me feel a bit above the ground! Just then an announcement was made. “Hello everyone, we welcome you all. The show will start in exactly 8 minutes. Have a wonderful evening!” Something from my inner I said it’s going to be a divine evening for you. And there she came, breaking thru that steady tone of the environment, spreading rapture vibes all around.

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She took her seat and wished us a very good evening, she lifted her satar and just when she struck that very cord, I was tuned. Those vibrations displaced me from that time line to an obscure origin. I wanted to be just there at that moment. I closed my eyes and found myself sitting at the bank of river, a waterfall was just in front of me..it was misty all over. A breeze of wind whirled past my ears. The cascading water that fell from above and blended with ground bellow made lasting gushing sound; the water churning sometimes, warbling birds, trees swaying to match the rhythm…Just heavenly it is! All of a sudden all cheered bravooo!!!….And I came back to my place again. It was perfect no other word in dictionary is close to describe that event! The waterfall was actually drums, churning water was a cello and Warbling birds were none other than the Sitar!

Then she announced now she was going to play metamorphosis from her latest album Traces Of you! I felt myself the utmost fortunate person to hear my favorite song live from its creator herself!! That evening left me touched with a sense of completeness. We were returning home after the concert; both walking with a big satisfied smile on our faces.

To portray that evening in words, I’ll say it was a drama of ragas. The drums shake your soul; cello shores it up with that eternal energy, piano lets you flow freely with the rhythm of it. Satar tunes you to vibrate with your heart & shehnai takes you deep within yourself. You will meet a person who is eternally happy and free from every materialistic aspect of life. It was not just an evening, it was that wondrous vesper!

Statement of Purpose For a GIRLFRIEND ...from a still single guy!! (NO OFFENCE TO ANY GIRL OUT THERE!!!!!!!!!!)

2013-03-16T10:25:00.002+05:30

Woohh Feeling like I am back in mood again. After writing about serious, materialistic and pragmatic topics; I’m hypnopompic! Humor’s missing in my posts recently!

Nursery, Middle school, High school, junior college, Graduation; Hush after all this hard work (Ahem ahem in Graduation I did lots of hard work but not studies!) here I am sitting at my cubical in my office!! Well hard work paid off after all (I mean hard work in studies!!). But still it’s not that hard enough, more work needs to be done for higher studies! Many of my friends are going for post-graduation (It seems that they are still hungry for the college fun!!), some are wondering desperately for a job! Some are going abroad for following their true passion! And to go abroad you need to do many formalities but The Imp IS: SOP (Statement of Purpose!)! One my friend is going abroad, he gave me his SOP to check whether it’s OK or not. I read it; it was good! But while reading it a thought stroked my mind, What if we want to get a good, loyal (impossible), single (Big joke, being single’s outta fashion these days!!) Girlfriend! You can write an SOP. This will justify this to all those girls who give us skeptic look while we are looking at them like a brand new super bike which should be driven to its top speed!! Following can be read at your own risk!

Girls please do approve!

SOP:

They always fascinated me (Since I was old enough to get fascinated by them!!). I always wondered why they are so pretty. This propelled me to think of them more vigorously. After I completed my schooling in an only boy’s school; I desperately took admission in a co-ed junior college so I can follow my dreams! (Ahem ahem dreams of higher knowledge u dirty mind!). I opted for computer science branch knowing it has a good scope. But my interest was always Big, Big cars!

I have constantly updated my knowledge about all types of occurrences of girl species. On account of my knowledge they are categorized as Good, Superb, Naughty, Serious, irritating, unrealistic, lovable, etc. From the start I took interest in naughty and unrealistic species of them. To study them deeply one, I worked hard! I worked hard on the basic subjects like of ToF (Theory of Flirting), SoM (Strength of material) and FD (Figure drawing). The core and critical subjects like Thermal power, HT (Heat transfer), Fluid power and Fluid dynamics were very interesting. The practical study of these critical subjects was not possible as unavailability of labs and samples! As a part of study I attended various attractive workshops outside which helped to clear my doubts about subjects like measurements, manufacturing processes, operation research!

I have completed my management degree in Girlfriend management from an unnamed esteemed institute of my city. I was the presidential scholar of my batch (Still I’m single!!). My project was to identify the characteristics of a manageable girlfriend. I changed my project at last as we failed to identify any manageable character. I gathered a few capable team mates whom I knew that they are capable of working with me! My final year project was Design, development and fabrication of a suitable figure. In this project we got many opportunities to apply our theoretical knowledge practically (Didn't had courage then neither now!!). We outsourced our project. Our project guide was oblivious to all of this. We still managed to grab Good marks.

Now as you see my growth is good and still my full knowledge potential is unused! I want to pursue my PhD in theories of failures of girlfriend management and Disaster management. Please allow me to take admission in your reputed college. So I can study my project practically. I hope a free lab facility and sample will be provided from the college! Looking forward for your positive reply! I highly recommend myself for the Research program in theories of failure and disaster management in girlfriend management. Please Help!! :P ;)

Yours faithfully!!

A STILL SINGLE GUY!!

CROWN! CROWD!! CRIME!!!

2013-01-22T19:52:00.001+05:30

Does it really matter “who is involved in a crime?” or it does that someone among us is doing it! Does it really matter that “crowd went uncontrolled on some issue” or it does that we are called as crowd!! Does it really matter “who is wearing the crown to rule a nation??” or it does that is he the prudent exec or not!!

Everything seems to be a cryptogram to be deciphered. The CROWN is discombobulated by the crowd. The CROWD is flustered and aghast of crown. The denouement of both is CRIME.

Even if I am not talking about a specific country or a nation the above lines are kosher wherever the three co-exist. A community is called by its name when the members of it portray manifest demeanor guided by the chapter and verse of it! But the gain of patrons to that community depends on the purpose it has set for.

The group of people working together is crowd. It is not quantified. We cannot prognosticate the decency and guise of crowd. The crowd nor can have a final conclusion neither can be treated with same final verdict as we know no explicit face of it. We can surely analyze the crowd; make not only single but varied conclusions out of it. Form communities having same conclusions and can have the managed crowd. But the au-milder of crowd is crown and not the crowd itself. The gospel behind the crown is crowd. The simply confusing above statements describe operating concepts of nations, one being us.

Source: Internet

We choose our crown from crowd, by crowd for crowd. but does the whole crowd is in support to the chosen crown? Never can be in any nation. The crown is common for all but there are different mobs in crowd which do not want the same crown. Still it has to manage to rule somehow. No option to that. The crowd has its issues, social, personal, and at national levels. When it goes out of sight and control of crown a crime can be sighted. The conflicts take birth in all of this as a blooming flower on a rose tree; and as fruit to it we have crime in a nation.

Now even if we throw away all this English phrased befuddling sentences and put into a mathematical expression and consider the crowd as an unknown variable X and crown a second variable Y .

Crowd = X

Crown = Y

Put these values in equation of a straight line, we get

Y = mX + C

Then even the pure mathematics tells about rise and fall of nations as:

The constant m determines the slope of that line and the constant term C determines the point at which the line crosses the Y-axis.

Consider the downgrading of a nation as its slope and C as a limit before the rise of a new crown

Slope m= Y/X

As value of x is calculated in conflicts and it increases the value of fraction decreases.

(The assumption is necessary in mathematics, so as Y is crown assume its value to be always 100)

So the point at which C comes into play. The rise and fall of a nation is occurred.

In between the process the nation sees it through various physiognomies scratched by horrifying crime.

The responsibility of maintaining the smooth slope and finding the right values to keep the equation of line solved is upon the crown but more upon the crowd. It must choose its crown wisely to become citizens of nations and not the crowd. The crowd should maintain the citizens and restrain it from being crowd; because CRIME is the only outcome of misunderstandings between first two C’s.

Crown must be proficient of controlling crowd & crowd must be capable of controlling crime. The nation will experience peace, growth and respect then.

(The above line in mathematics can be assumed as ideal condition, but it’s a fact that there is no perfect nation!)

At the end of this note I appeal you all who are reading this; to be a countable element that is responsible for maintaining the dignity of crown and not to become a crowd; As crime will not differentiate between crown, crowd and YOU!

PUNE RAINS!!!

2013-01-06T09:45:00.003+05:30

24^th July, I clearly remember the date, as I left Nagpur, sometime later I realized it was not only Nagpur or my city that I left. It was my life back then. My parents, my home, relatives, friends, college, masti, my love, sorrows, moments of joy, moments that left behind. They all became memories, some faded, some like it happened yesterday.

Next morning I was standing at Pune station, baffled. New co-voyagers, new destinations and new challenges. I just walked out of station, looked up; it spelled….

‘Le Meridian’

At once a mirthless yet tremulous smile came on my face. Then I realized I have to search for a home. Got shared auto, reached to destination. Searched ferociously for a flat and got one!!

On first morning I woke up; walked in gallery, it was pouring pleasantly. The yesterday’s feeling was still there but less intense, rather my mind was less entangled in it. I closely watched those raindrops, those opulent raindrops; they carried capacity of bringing something new to life as they became dormant after touching the ground.

Courtesy: Omkar V. Vighne

Each drop left its place, travelled anxiously towards ground with no sorrows in it but only hope. Hope for new life. Everywhere it was getting green. Half an hour passed, didn’t realized it at all…Gave a glance at my watch…..Ohh My God!!!! 7:15 AM, I have to leave dude!! It’s my first day at office. Somehow found the company, road was awesome!! For first few days I complained about rains but it felt homely again. Now I wait for those tiny lively water drops to arrive. Like I know that they have something to say to me, Yet standing in the rains deciphering what its saying???? Guess I’ll figure it out someday…

As of now I’m enjoying …….

PUNE RAINS!!!

Dil me hai Arman jage jage seeee

Beh gaye aansoon bhi barishon ke bundoon meee……….

Uth rahe tufaan yaddoon ke puharoon seeee….

Ab khushiyaan dhund tu..jhumlee is barish mein tu….

Just enjoy the pune rains..!!!!

Baras rahi hai jindagi..

Samet le in lamho kooo….

Chodd de khamoshi..beh le is hawa ke sang…

Ajmale in khushiyonn kooooo & forget the pains…

Just enjoy the PUNE RAINS. . . .!!

Meeting with god on a devils night!

2012-09-16T23:27:00.001+05:30

Hellooo AAi, baba(mom n dad)…I received my first salary today!!!! …..Yeah!!! I m very happyyyy…!! I was talking to my mom and dad, was standing on Macdonalds! Then I called uncle…and all my those co-voyagers to whom I mattered to tell them I’m earning now! I was actually there to meet “the UNPRODUCTIVE” group as Amba was in town. As always the J.M. road was blocked by ponderous traffic of Pune!! But I was happy that I got used to all the incessant and unremitting competition between Autowala and Scorpio wala!! And I managed to reach Mac D in just 38 minutes exact, from wadgaon sheri!! (20kms at least).

I was conscious while going to Mac D as it was THE same place where bomb blast mate with unwitting people a few days back! I was wandering around a bookstall like “makkhi on gud” and was bewildered that how soooo many new writers have managed to grab a seat beside Mr. Dan Brown who was sitting on his stall in line!!!! The thing I became suddenly skeptic about was two covered bags under the stall…I knew that it contained books….but becoming solicitous about it was obvious at that time! I drifted myself away and gazed around at stand still traffic….pretty objects!! And found a place to sit….

I called Nikhil he said they are in heavy traffic and will reach in some time!! So I was waiting and just then I got a macabre message from Amba….. “LIVE BOMB DETECTED AT J.M. ROAD…DON’t GO OUT!!!!” Nikhil was calling I picked up the call….

Me: Haan bol yaar..(hello!!)

Nik: Abe wo side me bomb detect hue hai …waha se nikal…!!

Me: OMG firse….

And just then I heard the sound BHOOOMMM!!!!! WTF!! What was that…..Bomb blast…and I m just a 100 meters away from the spot!! Something happened inside me instantly. I didn’t knew that feeling of fear of death before…..what if the same place I’m standing on would have been the target again???? I don’t wanna go like that..This is not possible..I gathered myself somehow..Asked watchman for directions to my area!!! I called back Nikhil and told him to go home…he said the side is anyway jammed so he can’t come….i insisted him to go home first…I then hit the road and started riding…just a few meters and saw huge crowd around KFC corner. I waited and watched what was happening, the squad had discovered the live bomb and was disbanding it. Chill ran through my body what was if I was standing there? What if I had not find any chance for avoiding it?? What if no one knew I had gone!! Noo that’s just not happening to me today….I just achieved my first salary!!! And not even swiped my ATM card yet..Haven’t met my family since a month….haven’t met my unproductive group!!! I just asked the guy who was beside me with groping look on his face, “where to go for Nagar Road???” and just then his answer realized me THE existence of god!!! He said follow me I am going that way only, he took a left from certain alley then I don’t know from where he took me out…but after vanquishing many baffling twists and turns I was on a road which led me straight to my home...He waved me a bye as he had to continue with different route! I thanked him from bottom of my heart..I reached home…my hands were still shuddering and I was quavering while speaking!! I informed at home that I reached safely!!

After some time I settled down…I thought this was worth a note on my blog…the guy that day surely was a god for me, because I knew nothing of the route to my home. He got me home. I witnessed a half dead feeling that day…it was surely a devil’s night…but I definitely met with my “Gurudev datt” (A hindu diety) that day…when I was about to conclude this note….the only title for this stroked my mind was….Meeting with god on a devil’s night!!!!

Suddenly grown up!!

2012-07-19T09:50:00.000+05:30

After the exam I planned to write a lot…I planned to update my blog everyday! But then I gave it a second thought…writing is not about updating your blog, or not about writing something everyday…but writing about what you feel, letting your heart flow through the wordy ocean that keeps summoning the tsunamis of your emotions. I went to the college recently to collect my provisional degree, of course without uniform or bag or anything which I would have cared about if had been coming to college for attending it. When I entered the gate the guard gave me a recognizing smile, I said “bhaiaa aaj clg uniform ke liye bahar khade nai karoge??” and he answered, actually stated that made me feel different…. “ Ab aap bade hogaye bhau, ab aap clg me padhne thodehi aye honge!!!” (You are a pass out now sir; you won’t be studying in the college anymore!). That made me feels something rarely different. I was in hurry so I didn’t bother to think about it long, I waved him a “ram ram” and went on.

I looked up and as per usual habits searched all floors with just one look, for anyone standing in balcony who would wave a hand at me and say “come up buddy, we are all here!!” I missed that. I walked the stairs and suddenly got blank. I was unable to recall for which lecture I was here, or which room I wanted to go. But after a sec or two I recollected what I was standing there for!! I went to a window in the student section and asked for my P.D. he handed me a form; I filled it up and submitted it to him. He asked me to wait for 5 minutes. As usual I leaned to the parapet wall and pulled myself up!! I was watching the entire hustle bustle going on. All newly admitted students were colliding to all the windows in student section, for buying forms, for submitting forms….some were getting accepted and some were as always, short of documents!! All were well dressed (that means without tie n blazer)...Some girls were with blazers that brought grin on my face that how I never wore that damn 1500 Rs. Blazer. Just then the accountant called me…he said he will need another hour to get my P.D. So now what to do…there was no one I could talk with. All were just my juniors (I know very few juniors!!)…I went to the canteen, and I was shocked ‘the’ canteen was all empty….I mean the canteen which we attended regularly by bunking the classes, the canteen where we completed our journals, our records, manipulated graphs, and almost copied everything from wherever we can to make a record of 3kg weight!! (Some were 250 pages n more!!!). This canteen was empty!! I met bhushan espresso wala! Then ajju bhai..who owns that canteen! Spent some time with Ghapa!! Took a walk through the workshop corridor, checked out the classrooms that we used to sit in for some time that too planning for bunk! I checked out the boat race track which was shaped to spell Me (Mechanical!). Met a few lecturers...They were pleased to know that I came to meet them!

PHOTOGRAPHY: OMKAR VIGHNE

Then I went to see the most happening place of my college, the auditorium!!! The most awaited fashion show, numerous forums, four annual gatherings (Antaragni!), just sat on a chair and remembered my stage performance with Amba!! The college t-shirt that we finally bought in last semester! I passed the exam hall that remembered me of those VBD’s, our nutty professors….our coping tricks!!

Here I was standing again in front of the window after an hour. Just then my junior friend called me “sir!! Aap yaha kaise????” whoa what’s that feeling. Where it came from …she talked to me before...This time it felt different though. I am sir hun…the senior. She congratulated me for my placement. I thanked her. Chatted with her some time and waved her a bye. She went for her classes!! (Well yeah!!! she attended classes!!!). Then I looked around all those who were gossiping, passing by…that was not just juniors or my lecturers passing by that was time. It felt like it was just yesterday that came with my parents asking for admission in this college and today I was super most senior standing in that crowd, placed in some good company, a sudden surge of responsibility stroked through my head. I am a graduate now! I have job to do….I cannot bunk, or just hang around with my buddies. All scattered to different places, different companies; some started preps for PG!! And all of sudden I came up with two words in my mind!! I felt “Suddenly grown up!!”

Echoes of the past 6: The interview!!

2012-06-06T09:05:00.001+05:30

Wooooo here I am writing again, and it feels sooooooooooo good that I’m writing again!! Campus interviews, this is the stimulant part we all future engineers were dwelling to meet! Because it adds ‘tadka’ to your ‘daal’ called life! My life is alllll about food,eating but money’s also important. So with luck all the way with me…. (No doubt it took a wrong turn in 6^th semester) but still with me!! I am eligible for the campus interviews!!! First company arrived somewhere in the month of November or something…..first aptitude test more kinda of luck test……weather your aptitude is good or worst, weather you solve questions logically or illogically, it doesn’t matter because you can never predict judging criteria…besides this we all have large group of friends…who know nothing ..But can predict many results at time….Any way...I didn’t clear that apti!!!

Then a large truck named TCS (no offence to those who are placed in TCS!!) came. We had to register online….Sale kya ghape hue pata nahi par unko koi password wala mail last tak nai aya!! (What went wrong I didn’t know but till this date I haven’t received any mail with password in it!). So that was just a waste of time! That company recruited almost 100 students from different branch!!! I mean is this atlas shrugged part two!! Because I don’t think these much so called engineers would do something really great!! Hmm leave it….

Third company came…it strictly prohibited MECHIES to be part of their organization! Then came Tech Mahindra. I was sitting in presentation listening to them….after 5 minutes I felt like I have been sitting in questionnaire program of what you have in comparison with TATA!! That entire time the executive was talking and presenting was what his organization has?? comparing to TATA!! He started with his introduction and after that his first sentence was…..

Executive: ‘we are in every field where TATA is present..!! After TATA we are second in transport vehicles!! In TATA bla blab bla bla ….And in Mahindra blab la bla…..’

Dude when you are form Mahindra, why the @#$% are you taking about TATA!! I felt asleep and felt like woke up after ages but it was only 10 minutes...And the main, the best, and the worshipping part called salary was projected on screen which disappointed some but attracted many!! I was one of those who got attracted!! We were like 700 students for the placement drive….first round was ‘APPTITUDE’ Test!!! My no. came at 10.30 pm in night…I came out of the room finishing my apti and sir announced the successful candidate result which contained only two names from the batch of my apti. First was first name on list and second was the last name of the list!! Hopeless…..I returned home at worthless time of 12.30!!!

After that, came a mystical company Named “DIFFUSION”….I know my who is laughing and who’s face is grrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Ha ha ha ha..!!! (The company had share value of 1rs which is now cut down to half!! Ha ha ha!!!) Actually the above saying in bracket is false it’s not even their in share market!!! But we added it for our beloved BABA KAPSE!! I too was offered some small amount by this company...But I negotiated!! Yup my life’s first interview and I negotiated!!! When the notice displayed that I am eligible for the drive I was really happy…but the company and job profile didn't mentioned the salary…then appti…the first question was “which is the 11^th month of the year??” I doubted the aptitude of HR!!!! Till this time an ‘afwa’ was surfacing among us that the package is only 1.8. As time passed, it got more and more conformed that salary’s damn less……in fear of getting selected in such apti….my frnds marked choices like ‘e’ when the available options are only up to ‘d’. Days passed, weeks passed, months passed……no result of the apti. Then after 2 months a successful candidate list was displayed…we were there!!!! We had fun there, we ate lots of lunch in rs. 13/- and had coffee….and the negotiated, said no…thrilling experience…………..when I put my condition my both interviewers were looking at me with jaw dropped..!! It happened something like this…..after all the questioner rounds, they finally said you are selected, we will be paying you 12500/- this time my jAW was dropeed, then I put my condition, from where I said this I don’t know….i said, sorry ma’am, sorry sir…but the salary you are offering is very less, but if your company is willing to pay me 20000 in hand, then I assure you that take the job and even promise you that after doing my MBA I’ll return to your company and will work for 5 years!! (HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!) I was laughing in front them at least a griming face I did!! They said this can’t happen, you can’t negotiate…I said it’s OK!!

But now I see this all was worth a risk, Kirloskar Group came for campus drive. I improved myself and as I cleared the rounds one by one…..I feel proud for myself that Now I’m placed in ‘Kirloskar Oil Engines’. One of esteemed organizations and have chance to learn n grow well once again!!!

ESTRANGED!

2012-04-07T10:10:00.000+05:30

It’s been a while we talked. It’s been a while I met her. It’s been really a long time we chatted and laughed together. She was my life, she was everything and her enigma was for me and me only. May be it’s my color she didn't like or it can be even my weight but sometimes A tree on its own is just a tree, grass is just a grass, a cow is just a cow and a sun is just a light source. If you combine all you get a miraculous view of a cow grazing in meadow in shadow and sunlight peeking through the trees! A whole landscape is lot more than just the sum of its parts…! When you put them all together it can be magic…..!!

But this magic has limitations, not everyone is lucky to feel and see this. I feel sorry for them, they are just visually challenged. She always said she can’t decide on her own, it’ll be her parent’s decision to take, but now I feel it was just a hiding wall behind which she hides her truth. I had some friends who knew for who am I, still didn’t have a chance to be with them forever. They knew me; one of them told me that I wear my emotions on my sleeves. He was correct, I do but I don’t fake them. I asked her friends how she is, how she reacts to my gifts. They said she is childish, I don’t feel like that. If an infant when he even doesn’t know what means by mother still cries if she’s not near. How cannot she understand my love for her?

Source: Internet

Today I heard something weird, I don’t know if it’s true so won’t speak about it but if this was the only thing I was waiting for then this couldn’t be the end. Hope is still there in the corner of my heart. The relation we shared or I now must say I shared, feels estranged. That strong bond of love I tied with her to my heart feels loosen. In this fight I feel defeated. My dad, mom always tells me that you’ll get better than her. And I question them would you demand a better son than me?? But now this all my madness has lost meaning, the ones who know about two of us would remember me as a guy who failed. She will remember me as ‘a just another guy who was crazy for her’. I owe an apology to you all, but first an apology to myself that I questioned my existence without her. I exist. I exist in all those hearts that I made laugh, all those that encountered me for small but a remarkable time. And all you readers, who read me. It’s kind of strange to feel flipped, I never imagined this day would come, but she somehow lost that position I kept for her in my heart. I feel unacquainted with myself and the further journey seems to be incoherent……

I’ll rip your skin off, and will soak it in rains!

2012-03-10T11:07:00.001+05:30

It was those days; I used to be in 5^th standard. A sweet, fair, healthy without spectacles and cute boy I was then. My mum n dad bestowed me with all that I wished for as a child. I was in Marathi medium school till 7^th standard. Our school was really good. Better than normal school in Nagpur. Forsooth they used to teach there! I was very talkative as a child, never stopped talking and my favourite topics was CAAARRRSS.

We had Marathi as our first language. We 5^th graders were still minors and migrants travelled from our little school of 4^th std. and we were told that you are in middle school now not primary. Everyday our first lecture was Marathi taught by “Mr. Gavali”. Like the saying goes Bad news travel faster; we came to know “he’s heavy drinker!!”. In first weak we all were abashed and inapt to solve the riddle of that enigmatic reek. But at last we figured it out, whenever our sir came, the reeking ambience followed him. He was a tall man, a big moustache with pointed ends…he curled that pointed ends after every 4-5 minutes; he used to wear shirt much bigger size than he actually is. His pants were from old 70-80s which he used to tighten with a narial thread. He was real scary. But even then he taught well. He was like that because he came from a distant village which didn’t even have concrete road to reach my city. He owned a very rusty and old M-80. The number plate of that vehicle was tied to the screw holes with rassi!!! That throaty engine made various sounds. And when it was rainy season…he was at his funniest. He used to wear those long boots and they remained muddy all the season. He carried a raging, wrathful and wild look on his face all the time. Our seniors told us he punishes veryyyyyy badly…..and beats you till you cry from the bottom!!!

I was unaware of all these facts till that day. After that I became his favourite student to punish. All the way till last day of 5^th grade; I got punished every day!!!!!!! I was veryyyyyyyyyy talkative as I told you. And I used to irritate the guy beside me, who used to look at me with dumb expressions when I told him about dude I saw BMW in Mumbai; and he was like what the hell he’s talking about??? , he was even incapable to think of an alien then!! Then I used to shift topic to gadgets (Only one at that time MOBILE!!! that too black and white!!) And yet again he was like…. “ OHHOOOO this motu is now really taking on me!!! From where he gets that filthy stuff??”. He was so dumb and moonstruck that he couldn’t even imagine what I was talking about. When I told him about mobile…..he imagined he’s holding remote of his TV and Tattling hopelessly, but still he couldn’t fancy the screen!!

All the while I was talking this sir was looking at me and then he yeeeeeellllllllllledddddddddddd at me……Omkarrrrrrr…

Me. Awuuuuu my ear… omg …aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Sir: kay chalu ahe??? Me ithe shikwun railo n tu tekd bolun raila……?? (What are you doing when I am

teaching here!!) chal law kombdi law….(chal murga ban!!!)

ME: nia n sir, (no sir please!!)

Sir: Laaw nai t katde kadhun pawsaat walu ghalto!! Law kombdi!! Saaapppp…(Chal murga ban or else I’ll rip your skin off and will soak it in rains!!)

And there I was found sitting in corner of a class in MURGA form!!! It was so embarrassing. I cried that day and bunked the school next day. Told mom and dad they said “are he’s your teacher, you must have done something wrong!!” So in short they told me not to walk before I can crawl. And again there I was sitting in his lecture. It started with beating of one of my fellow, because he didn’t bring his copy that day! And again after some time I lured my partner into geeky dream works of mine. Just then a rude sound came and stroked my ear…omkaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr MURGA!!!!!! I again moved to the corner and the whole class listened carefully to his nonsense lecture!!! After the class was over he told everone to wait, called me on dais…and shouted “if he talks again……what will do to him childreeeeeeeeennnn…..we…ahem ahem I will rip his skin off and will soak it in rains!!!”

This happened till last day of 5^th grade. But he never touched me to beat. He just lent me one of the corners of his temporary empire. Now you all must be wondering if he was so bad to me why I am dedicating a post to him on my blog……..read on..

My dad got election duty as an officer of our umrer city, I was there at tehsil; waiting for dad to see if he wants something as he will be now head and can’t come home for 2 days. All the teachers and lecturers were under him….he was arranging everyone where to send them, my all teachers from 5^th to 10^th grade were there. They say me and came to wish me luck As they got the news that “I got selected in KIRLOSKAR” I touched their feet….and as I looked in front….a small figure of a man heighted just to my shoulder was standing, he had a faded big moustache, yellowish black eyes, looking at me in amazement, I leaned forward to touch his feet, he grabbed my arms and hugged me; and said I am very happy for you my student. He was same with all his appearance and habits. But that day I came to know….he’s deceased with loss of memory…and recalls only few persons which are regular to him. He’s drinking habits are on all time high now. He can’t even teach properly. But even after this enormous changes…he remembered me as his student….i touched his feet in an unnamed honour…..he looked at me and said “Katade kadhun pawsaat walu ghalin!!” (I’ll rip your skin off and will soak it in rains!!) and we both laughed. Then we chatted for an hour, I took his and all my teachers blessings and headed back to home. When I told dad about this, he said “Beta; never forget a person from whom you learn something, your learning’s from him are your saviour at times!”. If he can dedicate me a corner of his ruling room and remember me even after losing his memories…..I can surely dedicate a post to him and can make sure this post will find a place in my blog.

Friends Express: The Ajari!!

2012-02-25T11:49:00.001+05:30

Wooo here we meet at my humor class again! Enough with the love thing now; I’ll leave that decision to her. So let me introduce you to my 2^nd buddy Mr. Ajari ….oohh sorry! (No offence dude!!).

His profile’s as follows.

Name: Ajari Akash!

Address: Come on girls facebook will help you in this!!

Mobile no. : Not necessary! (Ask him while chatting!!)

College: Raisoni’s tapari. (G. H. Raisoni college of engineering, Nagpur)

Site: akashpandit.blogspot.com (Never follow this site, why? explained bellow!!)

Branch: Let’s imagine: The fictitious ETC (They never see any electron moving, just CRO gives a line output and they are happy with it!!!)

Personal doctor (Ohm yes he loves to keep one!!): Previous: Dr. Mathurkar; Current: Dr. Phatak (Ayurvedic)

Unproductive membership: Golden card awarded!! Lifetime membership!!

Hushhhhh so much for visiting him, let’s talk about his qualities. Firstly he does not have a girl friend. He is in ETC branch (The branch is full of girls, of course Fadu beautiful!!) still he don’t have one; Hmm but thank god that he at least likes someone secretly, straight forward simple and decent guy. Good general knowledge; but don’t know how to start conversation with girls; has no decision making sense. A blogger who owns a blog and yet never posted a single article yet is followed by three people. Achhha talking about his good qualities, it’s only first and his last good quality rather say opportunity….He is one of my best buddies!! (Shit my nose’s just broke!!! Awuuuu!!!)

I don’t quite remember when I met him for the first time, not even recollect when we shared our no. but I do recall one thing. Rather one sentence from one of my friend; “Pande aur Pandit kabhi bhi chalte!!” now even I say this sentence. He’s kind of bhola person. When we have our sessionals he used to sit in class beside ours….we are mechanical students so we used to submit blank papers and stand in front of his class door and shout at him…. “Akash don’t cheat dude….” We always caught him cheating and asking answers to the girl sitting beside him. Then professor came to see who’s shouting…..and we ran away!! Still he always came out of the class room with a disgruntled look and an ire sulking of his face….. “Yaar wachun alo hoto be tari pan fail ahe aaj!!!” (I came with preparations dude, but it didn’t worked!) And we used to burst out laughing!!!

The Ajari Akash cross processed!!

You’ll find his mortal soul resting at different places, at different times on various couches OR beds (but alone everywhere!!) in manifold doss themes!! One’s we were at mandar’s as usual mechies bunked the classes, so we were passing time at mandar’s house. He came there after a while, all ETC was attending lecture and only, the one and only he was sitting with us like he was manumitted from the department. We were watching Discovery turbo…and after some time herd a snoring sound; to our astonishment ……….he was found in couch in torpid sluggish sleep!!! For doubling the adventure, manadar’s mom came from school, and he saw it through the window, and asked us in sleep.. “are ya madam ithe kashya” …( How can this madam be here??) and just then he realized where he was slumbering and woke up at once!! And we again burst out laughing!!! Same thing happened at amba’s house!!!

Now let us talk about his decision making qualities, ahem ahem…so we are at the frozen delights..orange is heating up! And we really need to cool down…as I entered I ordered fruit overload Nikhil said make that 2, amba got his kaju fudge! Mandar took something we don’t know. Chinch ordered a Sunday special…….we started licking it off the cone….dudes I mean the ice cream!!! Yet Ajari is deciphering the menu card as if he wants to by heart it and will write it down sequentially on next day!! Then he came to us, saw all the cups and cones we were holding..(Of ice creams I mean!!) and decided one till then we are finished with half our pleasure…of eating ice cream. And here he comes with unusual multicolored scoop in hand…looking so delicious and he’s tasting it….ayyaaak thu!!! Ayyyaak thu…trhuuuu!! Sheeeeeeeee!!! Hopeless……runs to the counter again….bhayia ya kya hai ( Man, what’s this??) ye to bahot purana lag ra….ye dekho kaisa dikh ra!!! (it looks stale dude, it’s frozen like hell, and tastes like mud!!) and he watches us from one corner of his eye………HA ha ha ha!!! Ohhh my god….HA ha ha ha…same case happened at Amul…and even Apna bhandar!!! We took dahi, (custard); it was delicious, after that only Akash took something else that made his nose go crazy!! He offered it to the lady at counter she too made a hopeless face!!

And here’s the secret why he is called Ajari, because whenever winter comes his first visit, Dr. Mathrukar!! He actually suffers by nothing but the psychological fear of his. If he has cold that means just a sneeze and he’s at Hospital! Got a little bit headache, again at mathurkar, he even don’t attend unproductive’s meeting sometimes!!! Now it’s summer so he will keep track on his body temp! And will run to Dr. Pathak now…. I mean come on dude you have crossed your 19’s not 91’s!!! He has nothing wrong with still he’ll run to them just fill their pockets up!

Whenever we meet we discuss about how our children will be, and only one last thing we say about our beloved Ajari’s children….please god doesn’t bless them with their dad’s feelings…or they will be confused who their dad is????!!!! Awuuuu shit …..meri toh waat hai!!! (I’m gonna go absconding for some days now!!). Till then you enjoy reading!! And please don’t visit his blog!!!

2012-02-22T13:10:00.000+05:30

ऐसे जीने का मजा क्या है,

कोई साथ नहीं जीने के लिए,

इस्से और बड़ी सजा क्या है???

जो जीना है इस जिंदगी को अकेले ही,

तो फिर अब जीना बचा क्या है???

ख्वाहिश हमारे सपनो की,

झटके में कुबूल हुई इसमें दुआ क्या है??

हम बेतहाशा मोहोब्बत करते रहे/,

फिर भी वो हमें न मिले,

तो फिर उनमे खुदा क्या है???

इतने तनहा भी न थे कभी,

न कभी जीने की वजह सोची थी,

शराब का सहारा फिर भी न लिया,

अब तो ये तनहाई ही एक नशा सा है....!!

बेवफाई तो दुनिया का दस्तूर सा है,

दुनिया ने तो हमें कबका पराया कर दिया,

खुद सभी प्यार कैसे करें?

ये दिल अब हमसेही रूठा सा है..!!

हम तो एक अनाड़ी थे खेल के,

सिर्फ आप थे हमारी मंजिल,

पर हार-जित न हुई तो वो खेल क्या है???

और जो अजीब न हुई वो दास्तां क्या है???

आपके लिए तो हम ताउम्र रुक जाते,

इंतहान उस इंतजार की दे जाते, क्यूंकि

जो बेचैनी न हो वो इन्तजार क्या है???

जिसमे दिल न टूटे वो प्यार क्या है….!!!!

A thread called love!!!

2012-02-15T00:32:00.000+05:30

I am a bit changed!! I was wrong, wrong about her, wrong about myself! I thought I can be angry with her, fake….so fake, I can’t even imagine happiness without her; and I cannot be angry with my happiness! She didn’t ignore me; she was with me all the time just like the light and wind. They are far disparate from each other, busy doing their work but always together.

She was hurt by me, she had severe cold that day when she read it; my post earlier, she was inapt to speak properly yet she called me. She sounded so sweet, her voice solaced my soul. I felt like standing on edge of earth in pure, cold and fresh zephyr touching and passing by. She felt for me, a sudden surge of feelings. She messaged me sorry, she was sorry if she has hurt me! Kindness a greatest queenly attribute she possessed. Before posting that article I thought many times, my mind was in quandary to post it. But I did at last, it was time. I wanted her views; her feelings about me. I was sure she won’t like my post.

Miracle happened, she liked it very much. It was the day of achievement for me, not because she was sorry if she’s hurt me, not because she called to talk what’s true; But because she liked it from the bottom of her heart. Tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks, I should have been there to see her physiognomy, her glowing face. I would have saved those pearl drops. When she told me this I skipped a heartbeat, and unknowingly, but willingly, gladly a tear rolled down through my eyes too!

She asked me why I was angry, and I said the anger was a mask to hide jealousy, a feeling of insecurity and fear of losing your relationship and love. Because sometimes a little jealousy in love is good, it’s nice to know that I’m afraid to lose you. We finished talking; we both understood what we wanted to say. She asked me that against all odds about her what will be one thing to stay with her and I said the only thing, the only reason to love her is she herself. After the night when she read my post, it made me sleepless; that how wrong I was about her, how can judge her so wrong??? How can I think of her being like this??? I even wrote poem on her on that very sleepless night. Will not post it, she won’t like it. I think she’ll feel ponderous; I don’t want my love to be burdensome for her.

I love her, respect her for being her. But from this moment, from this sensible and grateful response of her to my post, my respect for her is seemingly increased. I realized a truth in relativity theory, even if we are apart, even in future if we are wedded or not, I’ll surely have a lion’s share of her in my life and in my soul. And even if she is someone else’s, she will surely have a tiny corner named for me in her heart till end. I think the word love means only this, all other happenings, events and future doesn't matter if the two souls are bound by the thread called love.

I know she can get any guy in the world. But certainly I’m not sure that he’ll love her same as I. There’s an old quote for women, “Don’t marry to whom you love, marry him who loves you the most!!” Glad this quote takes my side. I am not praising myself, but I do have a respect for my feelings as well as hers. Sometimes at night, when I’m in dream land, the land at once becomes empty, I feel left alone; I remember my family then and I always find them by my side. I even sometimes see her with them; But my worst nightmare till date, that I am left alone without marriage. Maybe it’s fear of losing her; maybe it’s a forecast, one of the worst of my life. Still I have faith on him; I have decided something, after giving it a great thought. If she marries me, it’ll be the most precious, memorable and eminent day of my life.

But if we don’t, then I’ll marry to any girl my dad & mom would say to me. It’ll be no discussion on it again. If they feel she is right for me then she must be right for me; after all my gods have chosen her. It’s not time yet to think so seriously about marriage, we do have our educations to complete and life’s not settled yet. But still I am going to wait for her as long as I can, speaking more correctly as long as time allows me to do so. Unfortunately we are more related to time; owe our responsibilities towards family. We cannot just think of ourselves, that’ll make me selfish.

Thinking of all this has made me tired now, tired of what she wants, tired of what I should inculcate within me more that she wants??? Above all these facts, the fact that I have carved on my heart is “I love her, love her more than anything!” She is my greatest inspiration, my greatest desire, my ultimate aim! If it would have been possible I would have took vow not to marry anyone else, but as I said we owe our life to many people and have to take responsibilities. Surely my life maybe simple one, no adventures, but it taught me lessons of love. That’s why I named this a thread called love!!

Valentine day special!!

2012-02-14T10:20:00.000+05:30

I don't know why wrote such a childish poem, it does not even rhyme well sometimes but your feelings are such which you can't hide. I am missing her on this very special day. But i imagined a happy end of our story and imagined how life will change a year after year......this time please bear it with me people!!! (and i know the poem's childish, but this is what i felt today!!!)

You are the one,

The one n only one,

One love of my life,

The story I’ve spun!!!

Two & only two,

We n only us,

Want to be together,

Itnahi, aur kya bus!!!

Three n only three,

With you only you,

I wanna grow,

My family tree!!!

Four n only four

We two n our,

Two kids for sure!!

Five & it’s almost five,

We are busy in our lives,

Still I’ll love you so much,

Will take you on a drive,

Six n only six

It was your b’day

& I didn’t greet,

You are upset,

& I am the only one

Who can fix!!

Seven n only seven,

We are together

N also even,

And you are with me,

What’s the need of heaven!!!

Eight it’s now eight,

Our kids are 4 & you are earning well

I got a promotion too,

& our life’s going great!!

Nine it’ll be nine,

This date will repeat itself,

After years nine

Still the question will be same

But you’ll say yes..

Will you be my valentine???

Ten it’s now ten

We’re still young, but

If I add once more ten,

We will be growing old &

Our backs would feel pain

Don’t worry dear,

I’ll take a leave, may be short one

But will love you

The same even then!!!!!

The ROSE that found it’s lost aroma!!

2012-02-09T16:36:00.000+05:30

I want her to be mine; I want my love sealed for her for eternity. But it seems to be fading away; in these 10 years, I defined her as my life, my inspiration, she was the best I can have. I was spellbound by her charm. But it seems to fade away, it’s like an old rose kept as a bookmark that has lost its aroma! After all these years, when I open my diary and look at the rose, I see only crumbled petals of my love for her, the love is still around but it has lost its talisman. She did not even recognize me in all this time. I am just another guy for her in her life, but she is the only girl in my life.

I remember we met some weeks before; she was there with her friends. I didn’t know she was there. I tried to avoid her, I didn’t want my friends to make fun of me or didn’t even want to hear their comments, it peeved me. Still we went there. I know she noticed me, but ignored purposefully. Really don’t know why she does that every time we see each other by chance. That made me angry. But I cursed myself to let out my anger flow. I shouted at her loudly, she was shocked but didn’t show it at all. She came to me, we chatted for hardly 50 seconds, and I gained over myself again. She was reluctant while talking to me; I got that and waved a bye. She was back in her group. I was glad because no one knew that I was angry. I never show it. Even she didn’t know. After that I made my buddies laugh from the very jokes I made out of them only. I like to make people laugh; it keeps you surrounded by positive energy always. When she was leaving she again ignored me, thought she didn’t wanted say me bye. But what happened I don’t know she said me bye, I was happy.

I came home, was facebooking…just then my mobile beeped, a message, it was her. She sent me a forwarded message. I said a sorry to her, she asked why, I told her I shouted a little too loud, but she said it’s Ok. But the incident was irritating me why she ignored me….why I shouted?? Why I lost my control??? Am I that bad?? Do I look bad to be introduced as a friend in public?? Am I not of her status?? What am I?? What’s so bad in me?? Am I that fat?? My mind was racing with all these all the night. I tried to sleep but couldn’t help it.

December came, it was her birthday! I wished her, she thanked me! I wanted to give her a present but even after 10 years we were not close enough that I can go to her house and present her a gift of my choice…so I bought it, but kept it with me as a memory. Since first year of my graduation, on her every birthday, I bought something for her but never had courage to give it to her; whenever I miss her, I write for her or I buy a greeting for her and keep it with me. I have a collection now! But this year was unique…

We were chatting once on fb after her b’day. I asked her am I allowed presenting her something or not…she said yes. I presented it, wrote her name with rose petals on hand made greeting by me. I said I am leaving Nagpur in august, keep this as a memory of me if you want. (And I kept this time I spent with her as the specialest, bestest memory I could have). She first hesitated but kept it. I saved her smile deep in my heart. I wrote a full poem for her. She called after some time, she was speechless. She liked my gifts and what I wrote for her, Yess it made my day!!! I was blushing akele akele. How mad I am!! But she is so beautiful, she makes me go crazy…she looks like a fairy, her nose is carved by such zeal, and her lips are watermelon, her eyes are watery black, they speak a lot. I love her cute face; her smile is as sweet and lovely as a baby. I like when she waves her hand through her hairs. When she ties pony of her hairs she looks more prettier. I don’t know if I am right but whenever I see her she looks lost in her thoughts. I like to see her like that; she looks mature and confident then.

Ohh sorry I was talking something about fading love right? Noo I don’t think so now, I think I had cold when I was looking at that rose in my diary…the perfume was there, just I was unable to smell it. But now I see this rose has bloomed once again! There’s one fact I want to admit today, even if I want, I can never stop loving her. It does not matter if she says yes or no; after all it’s her choice. Everyone has one. I made mine, she will make her. That’s why we are called Individuals. And this makes me remember the title of new book by Nikita Singh and Durjoy Dutta, which I was reading ….IF IT’S NOT FOREVER…IT’S NOT LOVE!!!

Review of Sorry Baby... I can't love you anymore - A novel by Abhishek Leela Pandey

2012-02-07T23:04:00.002+05:30

Smoking, bewildered and abashed Anush, Drinking yet cognizant for his best friend Anush: Rahul, melodramatic Divya and Swindler Minakshi will take you through a great roller coaster ride of love, life and back! Saying it a book will curtail the writer’s creativity. It can be best depicted as portraiture of an art called writing a book. A good read, and must read for the youth today. As the dynamism of the character Anush who wins over tumult going within him; will inbreathe you to fight and face the oppressive situations in your life. Lucid chum Rahul precepts the paradigm and redefines the limits of best friend! Altruistic Divya teaches one how to love your loved ones! Bewitching Minakshi warns you of the ruses you are unaware of! The author is a new elegant and originative writer; he put the incidents and has yarn such a zealous web of story around all the characters. He also can be framed as poet; as the poems inscribed in the book are multitudinous or rather extraordinarily singular. It’s really a fun to read a total-class-apart poetry. Summing it as a book which will teach you to assign proper values to the variables of your life to get the best solution possible out of it!
- Omkar V. Vighne

FRIENDS EXPRESS: The FEEL PROUD guy!!

2012-02-04T19:13:00.000+05:30

Hmmm…. So this time I was excited to write about something serious. But I gave it another thought and dropped the idea. Yaaar I am just 20 and writing serious naaaaaa….Girls will call me uncle (though they comport themselves as aunties all the time!!)

I was really in quandary what to write about. Just then he called; my best friend. I never wrote about him. Was muddled and conscious or say bewildered about this exemplary Indian mentality. A boy writing for a boy! How will people opine to this? But now after 4 years I realized though we belong to different families. We are brothers not in blood but at heart. And best part we are friends! He won’t mind!

When I joined college I needed petrol partner my aunt bestowed me with him. You’ll surely come to know why I wrote “bestowed”. I didn’t know back then, my Petrol partnership will turn into fraternity. He is much different from me, still we are same. And as long time has passed now, we know each other well. We know exact reactions of each other on almost every situation.

He has peculiar habit of turning his neck around when someone makes a bad joke! And girls please make him feel home when he is near….He didn’t had any girlfriend yet, I mean come on! He’s good, has personality. Yeah at times you can say he has a bit of attitude in him. His mother complains that he never talks much at home and all I can manage is a supposititious smile, because when we are out, we all friends get shooed away at any and every place we go because we laugh like devils!

He is sentimental but doesn’t show that too often. And one thing to know about him, he is very secretive man. Even I didn’t know what he used to do when he was not with us! If he dislikes a thing, and you have it then you are in a big trouble!!!! He likes only those things which he owns! Kindaa possessive!! He is passionate, choosy like a girl (he’s gonaa beat me up now!!!), logical, wise and helping.

He has a very good convincing power. Don’t ever say him convince me! Or either you will be left with no words to save your side or you will find yourself without mouth!!! Whenever we wanted to bunk the class, I just used to tell him “yaar aaj claas nahi jate!!” and he used to message me afterwards...Class bunked no one’s going! We do have some common likes such as Sightseeing at Traffic Park and Amul (milk of India!).Hope you people have an idea about these places in Nagpur. We go there every evening! And we laugh hard when girls review him. They often call him selfish, rude and rough and many more….!! (I am definitely in danger now!!!). But no tension dude these are the qualities a boy should hold up to!!! But sometimes he reallllly get rude…I remember, when I bought new Samsung touch screen phone he liked it tilllllll; he got a new Nokia 5233 for him! After that…Ohhh my god, my phone is not good, Samsung’s touch screen is hopeless, Samsung does not provide apps, it’s a low quality phone, doesn’t even look good in your hand, and after all this…,,…..hopeless qualities of Samsung…….abruptly samsung’s good!! Why?? because he bought a digicam and unfortunately of Samsung….so suddenly samsung’s a good company, manufactures quality cams…god I mean what does he thinks of himself God of sarcasm ???? That’s where I found a name for him “FEEL PROUD!!” Whatever you have is the best!! I think his wife will be happy to have him!!

Ohh and one more thing…..Bajaj pulsar 220 hopeless bike, engine sounds cranky, bad sitting posture, no chain cover, and doesn’t even look good why?????? So simple……you still even can’t guess….of course, because he owns a karizma!!!! The best bike in the world…..even cbr 250 is bad in front of his bike…it goes like this…

We all were timepassing at bajaj nagar….(well dictionary defines time pass as: aimless or unproductive activity over an extended period) and a guy came riding a brand new just launched CBR 250,( bike manufactured by Honda), it’s really smooth ride, we all were watching him park and getting off it in attitude……just then ….yaar merko nahi jami ye bike….nik said….and we again got ourselves prepared to hear the words like hopeless, dallidar….and continued…conclusion…isse toh meri karizma achi hai…!!!! Ha ha ha ….!

Hushhhh, now some good stuff about him, He and I are best friends! We share everything, ahem ahem, not cloths ….I am 36 and he is 32 at waist so quite not suitable…and don’t have girl to share…besides this everything!! He really has good knowledge about roads, map and general awareness. As a person he is very good, understanding, and handles situation well, never gets in any jhagdas! ( but do pass harsh comments sometime) we enjoy a lot. Every time one us get out for some work alone, we stop by at each other’s house. Don’t know how it’s going to be after this. Lives will change for sure. But we, we will remain the same in these years at least. Whenever I’ll look in these years back I’ll find us together. Ohh I got lil senti here….it’s not time yet….we are still enjoying!!

I should stop here now, or you will find me ripped in my next post!!! Enjoy folks!!! I’ll go get first aid for me!!! I’m going to need it for the whole season, kya kare friends hi itne hai!!

FRIENDS EXPRESS!!! (Fueled and wheeled by brotherhood!)

2012-02-02T16:48:00.000+05:30

Hello friends, thank you for your support to my blog QUEER FISH! Inspired by you all and my unproductive group, I am starting a new series FRIENDS EXPRESS (Fueled and wheeled by brotherhood!). This series will be redefining my friends’ personalities and them from my point of view in this first season. You will enjoy reading my experiments with them and they are not of truth certainly! Best part of the series they don’t know they are the actors and I am the director. So work with me and enjoy reading…Thank you again for your support readers!!

When I find myself standing alone!

2012-01-31T17:40:00.000+05:30

Getting loved back, by the one you love,

It’s the most precious gift in life to own,

Whenever I think about her,