The Solitary Writer

Even your Ex can ruin your life.

2012-05-24T22:09:00.003+05:30

This is the story about a girl from modern India who believed in the power of free spirit. She was a modern girl who could fend for herself. She didn’t have to support her family as she was the youngest child of the family and she had 3 elder brothers to look after her. She had lived away from her family most of the life. As a result of this, she fell prey to bad company of friends and bad habits. She smoked as well as consumed alcohol. This is the story of Nikita Iyer, a Telecom Engineer from Teleca India Ltd.

Nikita was born and brought up in Mumbai, the city of dreams. She was the youngest and the most pampered kid in her family since her childhood. When she was young everyone used to bring her presents every time they visited her house. She moved away from her family as she turned 17 in order to pursue B.E. She lived in a hostel and studied in Premier College of Engineering and Technology which is located at New Delhi. She used to get in touch with her family members through phone and Internet. She used to party every Saturday night with her friends. It was during her 2nd year of Engineering that she got addicted to Cigarettes and Hookah. Every day after college she would lounge at the Hookah Club of Delhi. She made a boyfriend during one such visit to the Club. The first time she saw him, she fell for him. They both spoke their heart out. He was tall and smart, just like any girl would wish for. He impressed her on their first meet itself. Strange that we sometimes get close to strangers and the greatest irony is that at some point of time the Stranger forms an integral part of our life. Although she was a spoilt brat, she jelled well with her friends and studied well. For her family she was a gem. But the core reality would disgust them when they would come to know about their daughter’s discipline. She gradually completed her studies and got placed in Teleca India its, a famous Telecom company. She joined the company as a Telecom Engineer. As every coin has two sides, she had a bad habit of accessing Facebook.com anywhere and everywhere. She had all her closed friends and family members on her Facebook profile. Facebook was emerging as a popular social networking site. She had a regret in her life, the deepest regret. Her association with the Punjabi guy, her boyfriend broke abruptly as she found him hanging out with other girls. She felt that he was not loyal to her and citing this as a reason, she broke up with him. During her relationship of 4 years with him, she had a very wonderful and intimate moment with him .Even he was added as a friend on her Facebook profile but no one knew about their relationship. He was outraged by her decision of breaking up with him. He wanted to take revenge. It was during that time when she was assigned a new job role where she had an onsite task for 1 year. She accepted the new role as she was desperately waiting for a change after the sour moment of her life. She happily bid bye to her family as she left for Finland, the headquarters of Teleca. She turned busier in life as she had to explore the new job profile. At times she would also get in touch through her parents through Skype and Yahoo Messenger. Little did she know that a major shock awaited her in form of her troubled ex boyfriend who was charged up to spoil her life. During her relationship, they had clicked pictures together. He had few of her intimate photos with him. He uploaded all the photos to Facebook where the couples were found kissing, smooching and cuddling with each other.

The updates reached her entire network of friends. Some of her best and close friends even unfriended her as they found that offensive. No one actually could believe this part of her. They could not accept it. Her cousin brother called Nikita's family as he discovered her photos on Internet and Porn websites. Her entire family was completely shocked as they saw the photos. They had never dreamt about this even in their wildest dream. They called her and asked her to connect through Skype. Later that night, Nikita came to know about all this. She sobbed and cried like anything for having trusted the Punjabi guy who was hell bent to ruin her life. Her love for him was true but infidelity factor changed her mind. She never wanted to give him a second chance but that proved her costly. She report abused the photos to facebook.com and removed her ex boyfriend from her Facebook friends list. She was clearly upset because of all these happenings and believed that lately her life was caught in a funk. Her parents forced her to return to India. She could not convince them and also could not explain them. She cried at her own plight. It was a Facebook tag which actually made her life miserable. She came back to India. She was persuaded to get married. She realized that she was wrong and the biggest mistake of her life was to trust someone whom she loved. A tear drop rolled down her cheeks as she agreed to get married. She had a dream, a dream to earn lots of money and become someone famous. She saw her dream in trouble as it was nipped in the bud. Each day she spent a sleepless night thinking of her future. She deactivated her Facebook profile for it destroyed out all the happiness from her life. She got married to a Tamil Brahmin guy who worked as a Software Engineer in some MNC at Chennai.

Moral - Always trust someone in your life who can wipe out the tears from your face. Never trust someone who will make you cry. Life is too short and it should not be spend trusting rogues who could not think anything better than destroying your happiness. Love someone who will show you happiness and promises to be together in this journey of life. So identify someone who will live for you and love the same person who will make you happy. Never commit the same mistake which Nikita did, of trusting a wrong person.

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Autobiography of a Sperm.

2012-05-20T17:36:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - Work of fiction. NOT SUITABLE FOR CERTAIN GROUP OF READERS.No Offense.

Hello Everyone!. I am a Sperm, length 50 microns and speed 5 millimeter per minute. I live in this world full of opportunities, waiting for my chance. I live in a pool of a viscous fluid along with my other billion friends. We have grown and lived in this fluid since our birth. It is said that this fluid is rich in proteins, fructose, Vitamin C, enzymes and minerals. I have a tail which I wag while swimming. I possess a central nucleus which is located in my head. I am responsible for passing over half of the genetic information to human baby. I have 2 best friends. We have led an adventurous life in this pool. Chachin and Spermwarya are my best sperm friends. Chachin always used to tell me that he would grow up to be the famous sportsperson in this world. He would do many ad films and earn lots of money. He would open restaurants in famous metro cities and help poor people. Spermwarya is an ambitious sperm. She often says that she wants to be a rich woman and a beautiful actress in movies. I don't dream like them. All I want to do is live a perfect life. I want to make it big. If tomorrow someone asks me something, I should never ask myself that "Have I made it large?" . This is the reason why I want to make my life a big and larger one. Tomorrow is unpredictable. Like you guys, we were not born out of male and female. I hail from a village where cell division takes place.

I am the outcome of one such cell division. I am also called as the Spermatozoon. It’s said that each one of us possess around 38 MB of DNA information. It takes 64 days for us to grow into a fully matures Sperm. The craziest fact about us is that we are the smallest cell in the human body. Grandfather Sperm had told us during a meeting. Life of a sperm is full of pain and the funniest part is that although our life span is short we enjoy living during those short period of time.

“Guys..Go to Granna Sperm's sector..He wants to talk to us," A group of senior sperms swam towards us. We followed their orders without any hesitation and swam to Grandfather Sperm's room.

"Dear Children, I have a reason to call you all today," Granna sperm said.

"What reason Granna?," We all shouted in unison.

"The reason is big and critical. I don't know how you take it, but it’s my duty to explain you all," He said.

"Your call will come very soon. Each one of you here standing here will race towards the darkness of hope,” Grandfather sperm said with a straight face.

"You are friends now. But within a matter a time you all will turn into foes and will compete against each other. You will race with each other towards the biggest mystery of life which will be unfolded and only you shall know the reason," He added.

"You will take part into the battle of Supremacy, the survival of existence,"

"Await your call dear children," He said and left to his sector. Chachin, Spermwarya and I looked at each other with confusion. He never explained us what 'darkness of hope' means.

"What do we do now? I don't want our friendship to be ruined under any case," Spermwarya's eyes turned moist.

"Don't worry. We will remain the best of friends forever," I said to her. Everyone left towards their own sector in Testipur, where we lived.

I went to meet grandfather.

"Grandfather, May I enter?," I ,like an obedient student knocked the door.

"Sure son, get in ," Granna Sperm smiled.

"I want to know what is the darkness of hope?," I asked him.

"It is the chamber of secret which will unveil new hopes to your future. It will decide your future of you and your friends will fight with each other. The winner of that race will make it large,” He chuckled.

"What about the other billions of us and their future?," I curiously asked him.

"Eventually they all will have to die. Such is the mystery of life. Only one out of you guys wins and the others have to succumb," He said.

"And what about that call?. When will we get the call?," I asked.

"That call will come any moment. Even now. It depends on the one who initiates the call. You shall battle it out with the others like you," He showed faith in me.

"But is it possible that we will really reach the 'hope' in the darkness of hope," I asked him.

"Well it depends my dear. At times, there are circumstances where most of them from this clan die. It’s because of some of the cruel and selfish Men who kill us because of their own selfish pleasure,"

He coughed and continued," Not everyone in this clan is born to win. Only the special one tastes victory. It is the one who chases his destiny demystifies the secret of the darkness of hope,"

"But why so?.How do sperms from our clan die without reaching the darkness of hope?," I questioned him.

"Ufff..You are an idiot. Let me explain you. Some selfish men shed their sperm and it’s quite sad to know that most of our clan members are found dead on the bed sheets and washrooms." He said.

"Some do obstruct us with the help of certain spermicides as a result of which we are caught in the gateway to the darkness of hope,” He added.

"You are too old. Why hasn't your call arrived?," I asked him with some shade of innocence to which he laughed.

"Good question. You said I 'm old and you are right. Even if my call arrives, I will die as I've lost my motility," He smiled.

"Oh sad Granna. Will I make it big and large?," I , like a sweet sperm asked him.

"Why not dear?. Just wait for the call,” He said and left. I spend few hours pondering over those lines which he said. It was complete darkness. I was along with my friends. I heard a babble of voices of a woman moaning. I had got an intuition that something miserable was going to happen. Was it supposed to be my call?. Within no second, a group of us around 500 millions of us were spewed into complete darkness. The moaning stopped. I saw lot of us getting active. Chachin and Spermwarya were with me. Everyone seemed to be swimming towards their destiny. We all were blindly following each other. I observed that some of our group members died on their way. We were being quick. It was like the biggest race of my life. We all were swimming fast. I lost my friends during this race. They both died. I could not even locate them as I never looked behind. Grandfather’s words blared on my mind. It continuously rang on my mind. If I had to make it large, then I will have to sacrifice my loved ones and keep swimming towards my destiny. The darkness of hope never ceased to show me dreams. I kept swimming until I saw complete brightness. I saw 'hope' which was smiling at me. It was enticing me. I wagged my tail and went near it. Two of us finally made it. My next step was to fight the other sperm and reach the hope. I successful defeated the other sperm and fused with the hope. A new ray of hope gave me the utmost joy of my life. My body got disintegrated and I saw complete brightness. It was then I realized that I had successful made through the darkness of hope and reached hope. I was an intelligent sperm and hence I knew that I would make it. After that I didn't knew what happened but I thought that I had made it large.

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After many years....

"Sneha, you are so pretty and beautiful," Ricky said.

Sneha had a beautiful round face. The face of the sweetest angel ever. She had a perfectly arched brow. Her eyes were brown and the entire beauty of the world seemed to have been confined into her eyes. It was so mysterious yet deep that it highlighted her beauty. The charcoal dark eyebrows framed her round face. She had a perfect tiny nose...She hid the eternal universes behind.

"You are the most pretty and the most intelligent girl I have seen in my life, " Ricky smiled at her to which Sneha blushed.

"Today, I am the youngest CEO of a famous IT company and I still have many things to do in life ," Sneha said.

"I am skeptical if I have made it large," She added.

"I don't know. Have I really made it large?," She asked.

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Out of nowhere, a virtual representation of the grandfather sperm popped up.

"I always knew that you would make it large and today you have done it..I love it ..I am proud of you dear," Granna sperm said.

Images have been taken from Google Images.

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Autobiography of a 11 yr old..

2012-05-19T19:20:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction. No intentions to hurt any one. No Offense.

Hello Everyone. I am Riya and I am 11 years old. Well to be honest, I am not a big thing on earth but I should say that mother has been constantly saying that I turned into a woman since 2 months. That’s quite strange but obviously she must have meant something. Life seems to have changed 2 months back. Those two months weren’t fun at all. Trust me I have gone through serious problems since the last 2 weeks. It just scared the hell out of me when i experienced it for the first time. I am talking about the menarche. I am always a fun loving person and I always intend to keep the environment and people around me lively. I have an elder sister who stays at my Uncle’s place. I have a younger brother of 7 years old with whom I fight every day. It was one such day when I wrestled with him. Usually I win the battle with my little brother. That day I felt weird and strange. For a change my brother won the battle. I went to bed very early that night. I saw blood stains and I realized that something must have hurt me during the wrestling match. The next day I woke up and left for my school. I sat on the last seat. We have a white school uniform. My teacher observed the stains on my white skirt and asked all the senior boys to go to the front seat. She possibly saved me from an embarrassing situation. I like an innocent never knew what to do. I was scared to hell. The teacher covered me with her shawl and sent me home. My mother came to take me.

"Go straight to your room," She told me.

Like an obedient daughter I followed her order. I went straight to my room. She came and closed the door. She made me sit on the bed and looked at my eyes.

"When did it happen?," She asked me.

"What ...Maa?," I casually asked her.

"Idiot..the stains," She said.

My mother is a typical Indian mom. At times she turns serious and at times she is so confusing. I sometimes fail to understand her.

"Yesterday I was wrestling with Chandu and I got hurt," I said with a sad face.

"Oh how stupid you could be...idiot," She said and smiled. She explained me the reason behind it. I was shocked. She was right and I realized it as the physical structure of my body started changing. "Mother, I am scared," I told her.

"Don't be..Now this is a part of your life," She told. *what the hell...part of my life*

"Oh no...Don’t say that please...,” That one day made my life miserable. Now I started hating to be a girl. I looked at my Mother as my eyes welled with tears. "Don't be sad...you are turning into a woman...just remember that don't play with guys like you always used to do," She said me.

"Okay but what about the wrestling matches ...," I said with a straight face. "No No...no wrestling...never ever do that ...and yes if this happens again then do inform me..," Mother told me.

But one question that perturbed me was why I shouldn’t interact much with guys. I have slept several sleepless nights thinking over that thing which mother said. I had a strong desire to know what she actually wanted to say. But sadly there was no one to help me out. I asked my friends and none of them knew it. Even my elder sister wasn't with me so that she could help me. I have always been a good child to my mother but sometimes I feel that she is a mystery. I pestered her asking her the reason why I shouldn't play and interact with guys. So finally I decided to find it out myself. I saw a movie where I saw that the hero kisses the actress. It was a romantic scene. The very next scene which I saw showed the couples with a baby. "Oh my ...this is so strange," I said to myself. It was then I realized that when a guy and a girl kiss each other, they get baby. I was afraid of asking my mother as I was already scared as I have asked her over 10 thousand questions related to the same. The next day I cautiously stepped to school. There was a change in my behaviour. I should admit that I have always been a beautiful girl and I have got many followers in form of boys. Senior boys used to follow me like crazy. There was a smart boy in my class who liked me. I liked him too. But I wanted him to say the magical words. I was too young for all this but love never knows any age. But one day out of nowhere he proposed me during a free lecture. All the girls laughed at us. I was completely taken aback and I said yes to him. He was Ricky and 12 years old. Probably he had flunked one class. We started hanging out together. Most of the time we would go for coffee together. It was during our Semester exam that we decided to do our group study. We, a group of 4 girls and guys studied together. Everyone left for home after we studied except Ricky. He looked straight into my eyes. He was tempting me to kiss.

That was the time my mother’s word blared on my mind. “Don't interact with boys.."

I never wanted to let her down but I loved him. As he neared to kiss me, the angel popped into my mind with her wings from nowhere and asked me not to do this. I made up my mind and decided not to kiss him. The devil also popped in from nowhere and persuaded me to kiss him. I saw the devil and angel fighting with each other. But finally I kissed him. It was the first kiss of my life. We kissed each other for long time. We paused for a while and kissed again. For a moment we forgot about our Maths exam. We stopped and got back to studies. He smiled at me and later he left. That night I could not sleep. How could I kiss him?. How on Earth could I kiss him?. Why did I kiss him? .These questions disturbed me. Mother’s words flashed on my mind along with the movie which I saw.

"Oh my God..," I screamed at the top of my voice. I didn't want to become a mother at 11. May be this was the reason why mother warned me in advance. I believed that kissing can make a girl pregnant. But I never wanted a baby. I was flummoxed and frustrated for the same reason. I quickly rushed into the bathroom and scrubbed my lips with the disinfectant until blood came. My lips became bloody red but still I was afraid. I punched my stomach so that the baby never formed. I punched again and again. It pained me but I was still scared. I went to my room quietly and opened my book but I could not focus on my studies. A baby picture appeared in front of my book. I helplessly threw my book aside and turned on TV. Discovery Channel used to be my favourite TV channel. It showed a program about the formation of baby. I felt like banging my head on the nearest wall. I was actually scared of telling all this to mother but what if she beat me. My mind was infused with thousand thoughts. I perhaps shouldn’t have kissed Ricky. I was of the opinion that he made me pregnant. But I decided to let my mother know. Like a quiet kid, I entered my kitchen. Mom was preparing dinner for us.

“Maa , I need to tell you something serious,” I said with my head facing the floor.

“Tell me sweety...what happened to your lips?,” She asked me.

“Nothing maa..,” I said and left for the main room where my little brother Chandu was playing with his toys. I once again came to kitchen.

“Maa...I think I am pregnant.. I am sorry mother..,” I cried.

“What....,” She was perplexed.

“What are you saying?,” She asked me.

“Mother I kissed Ricky and I think I am pregnant,” I said.

“Did you had sex with him?,” she asked to which I remained silent.

“Did you had sex with him?,” She repeated again. I remained numb. She slapped me. How the hell was I supposed to say something which I never knew. I never knew what sex was. I only knew that my sex was a female.

“Will you open your mouth Idiot?,” she got angry.

“I just kissed him...,” I said. “Oh thank god...you are not pregnant,” She heaved a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God..,” This time I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Maa, what do you mean by having sex?,” I, like an innocent kid asked her. She explained me everything in details. It was then I realized that I was actually wrong. I would have appreciated her if she had told me before. Women don’t get pregnant by just kissing. The actor and the actress must have done something after that kissed but probably the TV guys didn’t just show that for some reasons. A lots of things happens to a girl when she attains puberty.

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Rendezvous with the sunshine girl!

2012-05-17T00:29:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction. All characters,events and locations mentioned here are fictitious!

This is my entry for the Lakme Diva Contest, powered by Indiblogger: www.facebook.com/ilovelakme

The awesomeness of the sea and the prolong beauty of the blue sky was something which everyone craves for. The indefinite length of the sea mesmerized me. The blue color of the sea equally complimented the blue color of the sky. The entire scene looked to me as a painting drawn by Pablo Picasso. It was not the right time to tramp around the beach. The Sun like an obedient school kid remained firm and smiled at the innocent sea which by then got outrageous. The Ocean capped by the white wave moved forward and receded as I moved near it. The unpleasant smell of the saltwater was not soothing. I roamed there for 30 minutes as I saw the intensity of the heat rising up to the extreme level. The seagulls ceased to entertain and they flew back home. A warm breeze brisked my hair as I stood there with my feet firmly planted on the sand. The atrocity of the sun turned violent as he kissed my bare top. I wore a polka dotted shorts as I flaunted my hairy chest to the beautiful damsels having fun at the beach. I moved closer to the sea which welcomed me by kissing my feet with the salty waters. I looked behind and made gestures at my wife who rested on a chair. She wore a heavily embroidered Punjabi suit, a perfect N0-NO for a beach. We were newly wedded couple and we were at Goa for our honeymoon.

"Anushka.aaa...aaaa," I screamed at the top of my voice. I directed my hands towards her as I uttered her name once again "Anushkaaa...,"

She looked at me and gave me a smile, a perfect smile by a new bride. She was a perfect Punjabi girl, air and gorgeous.

"Come Over," I screamed. A fair distance separated us. "Nooo," She nodded her head in response.

I soon rushed towards her as I wanted her to join me. "Whats wrong Anushka?," I asked with some shade of seriousness.

"You go Na...I will watch you," She smiled like a school going girl.

"That’s unfair..," I told her. My dalliance with her had just began .Two unknown strangers weeks ago merged together in the ocean of life.

"Look ..," She motionlessly pointed her fingers towards the sky and grimaced.

"Yes I understand that..But we have to leave Goa today .We are here to enjoy, “I smiled at her as I caressed her hairs.

"Ok fine...Let’s go then,"

She smiled and continued, "Before that I don't like you showing you body. Can you please wear a Shirt?," She asked me like an innocent student.

"Well..Its fine..Look at the sun," I laughed. "Ok then...you won't listen," She grimaced and we walked towards the shore.

"Sun has no mercy upon us..Its scorching heat," Anushka said with a straight face.

"I don't like other girls ogling at you. Please wear a shirt," She requested.

"Oh common, please spare me, " I said.

"I hate you. You can never listen to me na," She almost cried. I put my hands over her shoulder as we walked. We sat on the grainy tepid sand."Look Anushka, we are destined to be together. Such small things shouldn’t bother you," I looked at her eyes. She didn't seem to get convinced.

"Ok ...I will wear my shirt but after sometime," I said which invoked smile on her face. "Let’s go ..It’s too hot here," She felt queasy and discomfort.

"Whats the hurry sweetheart?," I said.

"No, please understand," She said. "Ok" I said. My eyes spotted a brunette with slender body.Her body were perfectly figured with well a graceful face and long hairs.

"Isn't she Kyra?," I asked my wife.

"Who Kyra?," she raised her eyes.

"Kyra, the supermodel and the sunshine girl of Lakme,"

"No dear. I don't know,” She smiled. We both moved to greet her. She laid on a beach chair. She wore a yellow colored dress with a brown belt .She had a perfect body, attractive and beautiful. She plugged her headphones into her ears as she listened to music from her iPod. I was highly disappointed as I could not see her eyes. A Ray Ban shades covered her eyes.

"Vicky, she is so pretty," Anushka muttered.

"Hello, Aren't you Kyra, the supermodel? ," I said to her. She lay still on the beach chair for few minutes. We were anticipating a reply from her.

"Excuse me," She finally replied. She removed the headphones from her ears and the sun glass. I was amazed to look at those beautiful eyes. A perfectly fish shaped brown eyes. It was enticing. The brown eyes seemed to me like a world full of happiness. She had an eyebrow that was furrowed and perfectly shaped. She didn't wear any make ups but yet she was beautiful.

"Hi ...Kyra, " I said as my wife stood next to me.

"Yes... I am Kyra," She smiled at us.

"Wow...I am talking to the supermodel. Wow...I am so excited," I said to her as Anushka looked at me.

"Oh thanks ...I never knew I have wonderful fans like you in India,"

"Can you please tell us more about you? We only know you as a supermodel," I said to her.

"Well I am a fun loving girl, outgoing and I love travelling," Kyra told.

"Why are you in India?," My wife asked her.

"I am here for the Lakme India fashion week and for some brand promotions,"

"You are very beautiful. Do you go to beauty parlours quite often?," Anushka said to Kyra.

"Oh thanks. No not quite often. And you are a pretty Indian," She smiled at my wife which delighted me.

"Why don't you two sit? Would you like something to drink?, " She offered us a drink.

"Thank you so much Kyra...such a wonderful person you are," We sat on the beach chair next to her.

"What do you do to protect yourself from this heat? The heat is excruciating day by day and it hurts the skin,” Anushka asked Kyra.

"First tell me what do you do to beat the heat?," She questioned Anushka.

"Drink lots of water; wear hats, sunscreens and sunglasses,"

"Yes that’s right. Even I do the same just that you have to be extra cautious. Even exposing your body to sunlight for 5 min can damage your skin cells which in turn can cause tremendous changes to your skin," Kyra said.

"Changes as in like what," I and Anushka said in unison.

"Changes like they can cause freckles on your skin, sunspots, sunburns, reddening of skins and blisters due to exposure to sun....,"

She paused and said, "You might know that Sunlight emits UV rays which are dangerous as it can affect the critical areas of your skin which is responsible for your healthy skin."

"People these days are smitten by this tanning thing. But they fail to know that tanning causes breaking of the elastic tissues of the skin which in turns makes it dry and weak. I personally don't support Tanning," She continued.

"What about the sunscreens? Which one do I chose?," My wife curiously asked her .

"Well its upto you. Make sure that your sunscreen offers you a complete protection to skin against the sun," Kyra said as she took a sip of coldrink.

"How come you look so young Kyra?," I asked .

"What How come??. Mr, I am Young," She laughed.

"So ...which sunscreen do you use? Please tell me Kyra,” Anushka pestered her.

"Oh no ...I tell you everyone has their own tastes," She smiled.

"I am just curious. I want to look like you. Don't you know curiosity kills a cat?," Anushka requested her.

"Don't be. Curiosity kills a cat..so why should we be concerned about the cat honey," She joked and there was a laughter riot.

"Look Sweety might sound rude but I am not. Wear a Cap, drink lots of water, Wear sunglasses and apply sunscreen to protect from the heat and enjoy the summer. Simple; isn’t it? ," Kyra said.

"But what sunscreen? . You didn't told me yet," Anushka didn't ceased to ask her about her sunscreen.

" I use Lakme Sun Expert as it offers good sun protection and I love it, " She said and gifted Anushka with her Lakme Sunscreen lotion which she had on her bag.

"Wow..," I smiled and we both thanked her. "Between I am sorry. I don't know your names," Kyra said.

"I am Vicky Arora and she is my wife Anushka," We shooked hands with Kyra.

"Nice meeting you Vicky and Anushka," Kyra smiled at us and signed an autograph for us.

"Vicky and Anushka, do you guys play volleyball?,"

"But why?," I asked her.

"My friends are playing volleyball nearby and they need 3 players to form their team. I thought we could join his team," She said.

"Yes, we know," I said. My wife held my hand and stared at me as she didn't know to play the game.

"That’s okay, I will teach you," I whispered onto her ears.

"Follow me guys," Kyra said and we followed her like an obedient student.

"Jiii...I want Lakme Sunscreen Expert today itself," Anushka ordered.

"I don't have the wallet now..But I will buy you one," I said.

"You can never listen to me na Vicky ji,” She said.

"Pakka ... I will buy you one and by the way Kyra gifted you one," I grinned.

We were following Kyra from behind. Kyra turned behind, looked at us and said.

"You know what?,"

"What ...," we said in unison.

"I love men with hairy chest," She winked and moved ahead. My wife glared at me. Her glare almost killed me. I manage to give her a fake smile.

"That’s why I told you to wear your shirt, but you never listen to me," She was clearly upset.

"And yeah I just joked guys," Kyra turned back and said to which we laughed. It was a wonderful meeting with the sunshine girl

Happy Mothers Day Mother!!

2012-05-13T00:45:00.000+05:30

Some say we can't see God, We can feel him. Atheists say they don't believe in God. An Agnostic believes that it is not possible to know whether God exists or not. So there arises a question about the existence of God. I personally believe that there is a super natural power that binds us together. It is the unique power or feeling which answers our prayer. It is a force which cleanses us from evil. I personally feel that somewhere on our subconscious mind, there is a feeling which is instilled that makes us believe about the presence of the Providence. Almighty is the supreme power for me and I have always believed in him. He doesn't has any appearance but he takes form of any person. We can't see God, but as I said we feel him. I tell you today that I see God everyday in form of my mother.

A mother has a special influence on you. She has many roles to play in your life and at each stage of your life you look upto her.A mother knows you 9 months more than anyone else. Within her womb, you slept peacefully growing into a strong baby. Her womb which bore you sheltered you for 9 months only made her strong. This is a special feeling for every woman and the joy of being a mother is beyond boundaries. She starts dreaming about you the day she is conceived. While you metamorphose from a small fetus to a baby within those 9 months, she thinks about you. You bring light to her life and peace to her heart. You are her gift, a present to be precise. You entered this world one day and you opened your eyes. You blinked and looked around and saw your family members. Every one smiles at you and brings gift for you. But for you to enter the world, she goes through a series of pain. This pain makes her complete. The pain that she undergoes during 10 min of pleasure that laid a foundation for your birth is nothing in front of the pain she suffers to bring you out in this world. You never knew that and probably you can never feel that pain unless you are a mother. At that time, you like a passenger is successful transported from one place to another, but she is like the Pilot. She is the pilot who goes through all the pain of successful transporting you in this world, a world full of sunshine. In this world full of sunshine, she raises you with love. She adores you. She buys you everything that you need. She massages you so that you grow strong. She feeds you the milk from her breasts which turns you stronger and makes you healthy. She smiles at you when you do something funny as a baby. She watches you grow as a baby. Every gesture or action that you do pleases her. She notes every action of yours as a baby. The first step which you took was a big day for her. The joy of being a mother grows eventually as she watches her infant taking baby steps. You stumble and fall down initially but slowly and gradually you invoke a smile on her face. She wants you to walk and run. She wants you to call her "Maa”. When you do, she feels complete.

The feeling of being a mother is the greatest feeling which a woman could ever get. A father can't feel what it means to be a mother. She teaches you and wants you to grow into a stronger individual with great characteristics. She teaches you discipline and principles of life. She is heartbroken when you fail and fumble, for she doesn't want you to fail. She wants you to be the leader in every aspect of life, for the joy it brings only makes her happy. She scolds you every time you do a boo-boo.By this she wants to tell you that she wants you to be good and wants you to walk on the right path of life. For life is short and in this journey of life she won't be with you everytime.She may fail in the process, but it’s you who needs to identify yourself. She will create a platform for you as you grow into a strong individual. She envisions you as a successful person. It’s you who should realize this and make her proud. Listen to your mother’s words, words of wisdom that mean a lot. Religiously follow her commandments which shall lead you to victory .She sacrifices her happiness for you. Never betray your mother when she grows old. For at that time she is weak and fragile for her heart beats only for her kids. Her children represent her world and happiness. It’s your duty to look after her. Do not forsake her and hurt her during her last days. If you think about all that she did for you, you have done nothing. You have to repay all the deeds but that lest concerned. She talks amiably about the little things of life. She wants to be your best buddy with whom you could share your darkest secrets. A mother’s heart is a precious asset for it is imbued with special feelings which others don't possess. Somewhere in her heart, you live and with this hope she lives her life. She doesn't cares for you with an expectation that you will look after her during her old age. In this materialistic world we have nothing to give.

The world is turning selfish to such an extent that we fail to identify our loved ones. At one stage, the one who begot us turn into a stranger. The entire essence of life changes when you start ignoring the one who loves you. A mother takes years to make her boy into a man. Even if you did the greatest mistake of your life, a mother would smile and forgive you. Even the most beautiful rose would fade eventually, but the love of a mother is pure and will never fade. A mother’s love is the purest and the everlasting love which will never fail. On this Mothers day, I request you to let your mother know how much she means to you. Tell her how your life would be without her. There are several people in this world who are not lucky enough to live with their mother. They crave for that special love and feeling. Considering their plight and struggles, realize that you are the luckiest person on Earth to cherish the purest form of love in form of a mother’s love. Go Embrace her and tell her today itself how important she is for you. God bless you and your mother.

"I raise my voice high and loud,

Sing and praise my mother’s name,

Her love, her care for all she has done,

I sing in delight the mothers song.

I see the world through her eyes,

The love she showed me,

She taught me everything,

For her, i am her world."

This Mothers day, I salute all the mothers through this article. Love your mother and never hurt her. God observes you through her eyes. Stay blessed and healthy. Happy Mother’s day.

Now, Internet on Mobile Everywhere

2012-05-11T02:22:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer - All the characters ,locations and events mentioned in this story are fictitious. A thorough research on the Masai tribe lifestyle has been made before penning this post.The story has been written for Internet is Fun on Vodafone! Contest by Indiblogger.in

I looked up at the sky which by then turned dark. It was very hot even at evening 7.The tepid air brushed my skin as I kept walking. There was no one in sight for miles. I looked behind,turned around,right and left but I could not locate my directors and my crew of Cameramen who traveled all the way from England to shoot the life of indigenous people of Kenya.We were all set to film the Tribal people of Kenya, the Masai tribe who lived in Kajiodo district in Southern Kenya. I helplessly watched my team getting drifted away from me and searched for them but all my attempts to search them were futile. My feet never ceased to rest.It was in the pursuit of my crew. I kept walking towards my destiny. I am Dale Smith, travel journalist with Travel-planet.com. It was 2010 , May 18. We were supposed to film the life of the Masai tribes,a cover story to be precise.It was complete darkness all around. My torch light seemed to retired as it started dimming.I carried a backpack with me which contained my mobile phone,video camera and the basic essential things required for a Voyage.My torch light finally stopped working. I looked at the dark sky and saw the Moon shining brightly and winking at me. I was stranded alone in complete darkness. I managed to take baby steps forward . The night was young,innocent and full of peace. I could not see or hear anything. The air was still. I moved ahead,tripped over the green grass. I lay unconscious on the green meadow.

I woke up the next day. I lay sprawled on the green grass. My eyes opened to the sight of a clan of tribal people.I rubbed my eyes with my palm, opened my eyes wide open. I could not believe that I was actually amidst the Masai tribe members. They all glared at me, although I gave them a sheepish smile. I stood up and tried to locate my backpack which I couldn't .I scanned through the place and finally discovered it . A younger member of the Masai troop was fidgeting with my backpack.Probably he was trying to open it. After much experimentation ,he surrendered. An old man from his clan unzipped the bag for him. I looked around and witnessed a group of 70 Masain's walking with me.I had no other option but to walk. It was then I realized that I was abducted by the same tribal group whom I was supposed to film.I saw a young Masain woman wearing an unusual attire exposing most of her top. She wore huge rings on her ears. One thing I found striking was that they had some peculiar tattoo's imprinted on their body. They took me to their home.Luckily ,they returned me my backpack. I hastily opened it and learnt that it was empty. I spotted a young Masain teen playing with my mobile.I helplessly looked at him.

"Boy .. return it back to me," I yelled at him. He got angered by my gesture. He haphazardly pressed some key on my phone which played some music which the Masains felt amusing. They performed a jig and they all loved the music.He investigated my cell phone further and started experimenting with it.

"Boy ..what are you trying to do with it...Please don't break it," I pleaded him. “Does anyone here know English?," I asked the Masain tribe to which there was complete silence. May be they perceived me as an Alien from Mars. There was complete silence and we looked at each other.

"Hey White Boy... he will not break it..," A voice was heard from behind. He looked old ,dark and his face rugged and full of stubble . He had fat lips and a broad jaw. "Wow ,..so you know English?," I was in a state of ecstasy.

"Yes White boy..," The old man replied. "Stop Calling me White boy Sir.My name is Dale Smith," I retorted to which the Man smiled.

"Sure Mr .Dale ..I will not call you White boy..," He offered me a drink. My eyes were glued to the group of Masain teens who carelessly handled my mobile phone.

"Probably they want to learn how to use Mobile.Teach them the basics of how to use Mobile and how to use Internet on that gadget," He coughed.

"Oh yeah sure ..but before that I want something to Eat?..I am famished," I requested the Masain head to get me something to eat.

"Oh sad...sadly we are still in hunt for a Lion," He said.

"What Lion...you guys eat Lion?," I questioned . "Yes!!," He said.
"PETA guys are going to get us jailed if they come to know that you cook Lions for meal and me supporting you guys," I said with a straight face to which the Old Man chuckled.
"PETA - It sounds like a tooth paste which is responsible for your pearly white teeth, give me too ," The old man laughed to which I helplessly looked at him

"Wuqh Jee Lu Kiuo Trin Pun Baahhu," A young stocky man said which went Greek and Latin to me.

"Koshio ,wants you to join them in the Lion hunt," The old man spoke as he returned me my mobile phone. "Wow good.. here I come dudes!," I said .

I checked my mobile for any damages but luckily there was none. "Can we find Lions through this mobile and net?," The old man asked me.

"I guess we can," I turned on my GPS locator. We hunted for a while. The navigator beeped me indicating the presence of a Lion. The GPS helped us in spotting a lion.I actually never wanted them to kill any lions but sadly they did. We walked back to their home. We rested.

"Dale, the Masain women want you to cook today's lunch..," The Old man smiled. "I am no cook and I can't cook Lions for that matter," I replied.

"Its a humble request from them Dale," The Old man said. "OK lets see," I said them. I quickly opened YouTube.com and searched for Lamb meat stew recipe. I was shamelessly going to cook a huge Lion for lunch.I always preferred watching lions on Discovery and Animal Planet. I have never cooked a Lamb in my entire life ,but today they made me cook a Lion . Youtube.com streamed the video for me . We checked the video and cooked as per the instructions given by the chef. The stew was delicious, but it was that awkward situation for me when you have to gorge over a lion for lunch. We rested again and the boys listened to the music on my phone. They charged my mobile phone and once again listened to the music and danced to it.

"I have a request Dale.. the young fellows want your phone to play our tribal song which was sung by Katharina Kate, the famous singer from Kenya," The old man requested. I now functioned as their Official Google Operator. I downloaded their Tribal song from Internet and played. A glimpse of Joy struck the Masain crowd as I played their tribal song". Vodafone must have sued me for extensive use of Internet while on roaming. But nevertheless Mobile Internet from Vodafone was always fun.

I took a power nap. When I woke up, I saw a huge mob gather as one of their clan member was ill. "What happened Toshio?," I asked the Old man as he was the only English speaker. "A snake bit our Huyga and she is ill. Please help her Dale," He once again requested. I googled for remedies . "Quickly find Eichenacea ...," I said. Within 30 minutes ,one of the Masain youth got Eichenacea, a natural herb for snake bites. We applied Eichenacea on her left foot where the rattle snake bit her. She recovered after 2 hours. The girls family thanked me. I started to enjoy their company . I taught them how to play games on Mobile, how to download songs and explained them everything about phone and Internet. I also teached them how to use Internet on Phone.We viewed Television on my mobile, thanks to the TV application which was installed on my mobile.We watched wonderful videos and movies of their favorite actor Collins Mwadime. "You know Toshio..I really wanted to be in touch with you guys .But sadly you guys don't have Facebook," I said to the Masain Oldman.

"What is Facebook?," One of the Masain Tribe member asked his head Toshio.

"Facebook is an online community where you stay in touch with people, " I smiled. "Why don't you open a facebook for us ?," The old man smiled as he spoke.

"Oh Toshio..hope you aren't kidding me? ," I laughed. "No Dale, I am serious," He requested.

I quickly opened him a facebook profile through my mobile. Finally they decided to free me. It was a wonderful time which I spend with them. It was finally time to say bye. I hugged Toshio and shook hands with most of the Masain tribe members. They wished me luck and took a group picture with me with the help of my mobile. They were attached to me and gifted me a pug dog in token of their memory.This pug dog reminded me of the pug which features on the Vodafone Ad. It was my best experience. We had lots of fun.I explored their life and later on went on to make a film on them which received overwhelming response and many awards.My work demands me to stay outside most of the time. So I hardly access internet through laptops or PC's.Mobile phone is the last resort. 7 Months later when I logged into facebook ,I received a friend request from Huyga. She was the same girl whom I helped when she was down with snake bite.I accepted her friend request.

"Dear Sir,..thanks for visiting us and saving my life. We Masains, are thankful to you. Do visit us again. Love Huyga ! :-) " She wrote on my facebook wall.

"Its my honor dear girl. Thanks to you guys for your wonderful time. Thanks to Vodafone net.If I had not activated the Internet pack then I wouldn't have been able to save you..Stay healthy and blessed. See you soon," I replied to her wall post. I later on realized that Toshio and Huyga had liked my comment. Now the lifestyle of the Masain Tribe has changed a lot. They use phone and internet as a communication medium to connect to the outside world. Jonathan Dimbleby of BBC world recently interviewed them. Here is the video.

For me , I spend the best days of my life with the Masain Tribe people.For me Internet has always been fun and the fun quotient just increased to the highest level when I infused this fun into the soul of the ignorant Masain crowd.I tell you today that I consider myself lucky enough to have met the Masains who have a special place in my life. They have become modern. I do talk to them and I am in touch with them through mobile and Internet. I once looked upon them as group of tribal folks who couldn't use phone.But they inspired me and their insatiable thirst to learn new things didn't cease. They learnt how to use internet on mobile from me and luckily it clicked for them. I salute them. Signing off - Dale

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The World in my Pocket!

2012-05-08T23:28:00.001+05:30

Article Written for Internet is Fun on Vodafone! Contest by Indiblogger.in .

Light travels at a faster speed. Agree?

One could see Lightening before hearing Thunder. Agree?

Similarly Time flies. It’s just that we can't see or feel it. We could only realize it. Technological advancements and researches have taken the world upside down. Cinema is moving from 2D to 3D and Mobile technology is moving from 2G to 3G and 4G. Initially, Internet was considered to be a boon as you could get almost everything at one click. Mobile phones are used as a medium to connect to people. So ever thought how it would be like when both Internet and Mobile are coupled. So, it would be fun. Offcourse!

When I was a kid,I used to admire people who carried the basic version of Nokia phone. I used to envy them at least they had something through which you could connect to people around you through voice calls .And then came the era of multimedia phones followed by smart phones which made life easier and smooth. So how does it feels having a smart phone with lots of features and application on it?. Top of the world; is it? I had wangled my parents to get me a smart phone after I got a campus job. After subsequent No-No, they finally agreed to buy me one phone with great features. Now, I have a smart phone too. You stay connected to people around you. You can connect to your friends who live at the other corner of the world. You can download instant videos and watch live matches and movies on Youtube.com. You can access Facebook.com at any time and could even check email on your phone itself.Technology has made life sophisticated. Agree?

Looking at the brighter side of what it gave us, I could certainly say that Technology has made life sophisticated but also it has some pros. I wait for the 11th of every month.Its the day when my Vodafone Mobile Internet gets over and I get my phone recharged with 1 GB plan every month on this very day. So from 11th of one month to the following 11th, life is uber cool. And the most amazing part is that you only need to shell out less money. You get to reply to office mails on your phone. You can access and attend Client status calls sitting at your home. You can use Skype from your Mobile. When I mull over the past few years of my life, I really can't believe how my life has veered out. Thanks to Smart Phones and Internet. From a basic Nokia mobile to Smart phone. There was a period where you only used phone to talk to people and closed friends. Now world is changing. Thanks to the Internet. Life has never been so easy. Talking about the Fun factor, I would like to admit that I am an Internet addict, a more kind of a techsavy person. Not everyone in my friend circle knows that I am a blogger. Very few closed network of friends know about my writing skills. Once I picked a fight with one of my friend. Ever since, he used to taunt me and threaten me. I wasn't squeamish about that incident. He broke my nose by delivering a powerful punch on my face. I was terribly vexed and angered by his action. Seeing his shape and size, I was sure that it would be difficult to tackle him. I wrote a blog post on him. It was one of the most popular articles which I'd written till date. I named it as 'Keyboard is mightier than a punch'. The irony was that I had written that post by typing on my mobile. I agree that it really took time but once I published it through my mobile, it was sheer bliss. That incident revealed my writing skills to my unknown network of friends.

Face book is turning out to be one big thing of the 21st century. With increasing number of users, it is said that the owner of Facebook.com would be the richest man on Earth in upcoming few years. A very dear friend of mine gave birth to a baby girl last month. The very next week I received a friend request from that baby. Such things stupefies me.Facebook for a week old baby?. I sleep at 12 am every Night and wake up at 7 am. I religiously follow this cycle everynight.The first thing to do after I wake up is to check for the chat messages on my mobile and 'likes' and 'comments' on my Facebook status'es.Funny? . I bet many of you must be doing that too. We used to chat from our mobiles during our lectures when we were at College.SMS packs don't amuse me.

"Look at the chick on first row” my friend used to text me sitting from the last bench.

"Yes, she is my neighbour. Looks pretty na...: P: P " I used to reply him.

":D :D :P Not pretty but too hot," he used to reply.

Such meaningless chats would go on and on during our lectures. They only made our boring lectures interesting. Some of them would watch movies on their mobile and some would play online games. It was December 8, 2011. The day when Virendra Sehwag created history by becoming the highest individual run scorer in One Day Cricket. We have this thing called Quota time at office where we could access Internet at office for 60 min.Once the 60 min time is over, that page doesn't opens up. CricInfo, CricBuzz and CricketNirvana.com were few of those sites which would remain functional during those times. It happened that my Boss was watching the scores on Cricinfo.com and his Quota time got over. Luckily, I had my Internet pack activated on my Vodafone Mobile. I logged onto Yotube.com and we all saw live cricket match. Everyone seemed happy because of me. At times I have come across people who aimlessly use and fidget with their mobile phones. Internet is infused in the blood of GenX.I have downloaded songs to my mobile phone with the help of Mobile Internet. Life has been bliss after that.

You know it is fun when you get to read details about your favourite writer or actor or movie or novel on wikipedia.com from your mobile itself. It is full of bliss. How often do we plan to relive our old childhood days.Remember uncle Skrewch and Mowgli of Jungle book.How many of you remember Tinky Winky,Lala,Dipsy and Po of the the Teletubbies which once used to be telecasted on Television in the 90s era. It is indeed fun to watch them on Mobile through internet. Many people like singing and offcourse humming to the tunes are quite different. I like singing songs and how fun it would be to read the lyrics ,listen the song and sing all at the same time. Everything is possible these days with internet. And it makes it more easier if you have internet on your mobile phone.

The amount of pleasure you derive by playing a prank on a T.T.E of Indian Railway is beyond boundaries. You don't have to carry a hard copy of your railway ticket. Pretend as if you are travelling ticketless. If he plans to throw you out, then flash him your E-Ticket. That would be the best prank. I have done it twice and it was successful. Through Internet I have met many people in my life. Talking to your loved ones is something which makes me smile. Late night chats on Facebook chat delights you. But parents won't let you use your laptop and PC at night citing reasons like School, Colleges etc. In such a case, I have talked to people through chat messengers installed in Mobile. Mobile phone coupled with Internet. What a Combination!

So you could do any and every damn thing with the help of internet and that too on your mobile phone.Simple, isn’t it?

1. You can access Facebook, Orkut, Gmail, LinkedIn, Yahoo, YahooMessenger, Gtalk, and hopeless IRCTC.CO.IN.

2. You can read blogs, write blogs and write comments on your favourite bloggers site through your mobile net.

3. Pay your telephone, landline, mobile, internet, electricity and all sorts of bills.

4. Play games on online sites and explore it.

5. Share and Upload videos. Even download videos.

6. Recharge your mobile phones.

7. Check Exam results and PNR status of flight and Train using different applications.

8. Connect with friends and family with the help of various chat messengers like Nimbuzz, Ebuddy etc.

9. You could video conference with your closed ones so that you can never miss them and many more things.

I've been doing all these things on my mobile phone and have been using Mobile internet at its best. Everyone in today’s generation are techsavy and are very fond of Internet. They aim to bring down the boredom and entertain your life. Imagine you carry the world in your pocket with the help of Mobile Internet. The theme of life is to enjoy and have fun. Fun is a 3 letter word which aims in establishing something interesting in you which would eventually make your life easier for 'some' period of time. This 'SOME' period depends on you. It can be transient, long or lifelong. The essence of life is to educe the sorrows from your life .You need to extract the sadness from your life and infuse happiness into you life. I remind you that this life is very short. To make it more interesting there are various things. There are many things in life to worry about and we don't need to fret about things that really shouldn't bother us. Remember that live life to express and not to depress. Suppress the sadness from your life and imbue joy into your life. Vodafone Internet and others are just a way to do it. They serve as a messenger for your happiness. Voda rocks! Serve happiness and Serve yourself. Because a happy you is what the world desires. Enough Said!

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Once Again.

2012-05-06T09:29:00.002+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 27; the 27th Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is 'Once Again'.

The sky was blue, exhibiting a bright tinge of Orange and Red. The moon slowly faded away welcoming the sun. A flock of birds cheerfully warbled. My Mother chivvied me to walk, but she was disappointed as I stumbled down as a 14 month old baby. I got up, adjusted myself and walked. This time I didn’t fall but I was steady. It was the first time I realized someone's expectation on you. As a 14 month baby, I saw my mother anticipating me to walk. After a series of disappointment, once again I tried walking and this time I stood firm and walked to glory. One has to muster the confidence within, it will help. Think you can do, you will do. Dream about something, the dream will materialize very soon. This dream nurtures your destiny. This destiny beholds you and it’s a never ending process. I looked at my mother’s eyes, how proud she was. She held me and kissed me on my pink cheeks displaying her happiness. Days passed, walking turned into running and soon I developed other skills such as writing, reading and each time her expectation grew more. But I never disappoint her. I saw myself growing into a strong individual with principle characteristics and the values that my family taught me. I realized life was all about looking upto others, you try your best and stand for yourself. A mother knows you better, a father reads you better. They two define your world.

The sky was blue. The sun shone brightly upon me. The birds cheered each other. Days passed and I grew stronger. I developed a deep interest for Mathematics. I performed well. I studied hard, harder and each time my insatiable thirst for excellence didn't cease. Confidence grew to a higher level as exams neared. I wrote, but I didn't score. Life was caught in a funk, it was jinxed. I let them down. Them - my parents, my teachers and the one who admired me. They lost confidence in me. I saw my mother nod her head in disgrace as she came to know my score. That was when I realized that the world will stop to appreciate or look upon you as you let them down. I did a bachelor in Engineering. I tackled Maths once again. But this time I didn't commit the same mistake once again. I learned that people who once looked upon you and admired you will not always be the same. They supported me once but gradually they lost interest in you. I realized that over confidence can hamper you and your performance. Confidence is good, but over confidence is bad. A group of bulls can defeat a wild lion.

The sky turned dark as the the sun bid bye. The moon peeped in once again. The birds flew to their nests. I fell for a girl as I grew into a strong man, handsome and smart. She confined me to her world, personal and secret. She loved me, made me feel loved. She cared for me every time I expected something from her. She kissed me, kissed me again. We made love on a lonely night. I realized that she was turning possessive on me. Each time her expectation began to rise. I failed as lover,broke her heart. Her love came out as a tantrum to me. I saw her moving out of my life. That was when I realized that life is all about meeting someone’s expectation,fulfilling dreams and living upto them. All that she wanted was me, but I misjudged her. It was my biggest mistake that I let her go. It hurts when you see your loved ones move out of your life. The one, who makes you special, leaves you forever. I nurse my wound and the scars which she left behind in form me love. Her love was special. Once again, I fell for a girl. This time I promised I won't do the same mistake and will live upto her expectation .But the world shrunk and I failed once again.

The sky is not always blue. The sun will not necessarily shine at you. The birds will die one day. So its fine to fall, but we just need to keep ourselves motivated. It’s OK if you cry but crying should be transient. Pour everything out. Let your heart mourn, until it can never get hurt. Extract the sorrows out of your life. Stand up, Rise and Shine, dry up the tears and live once again. Then you see how it will mould you into a stronger you. Live life with a free spirit. You always have a chance once again. Once again you get an opportunity to correct things. Once again you get to express your love to someone. Once again you get a chance to make someone proud. So life revolves around the circle. Throw a boomerang and it will come back to you.

-Inspired from a friends status message on Facebook.com

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Even a power nap can ruin your life!

2012-04-25T23:42:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer - All Characters in this story are fictitious.The names used in this story to represent the protagonist and the rural places are imaginary.They got nothing to do with anyone real or dead.No Offense . All Images have been taken from Google Image Search!

I hope you all are enjoying the 'Ruin your life' series. Each time I vow to present you with a good story with morals and leanings and I think I have never disappointed you guys. So in continuation to the 'Ruin your Life' stories, today I am going to present another story. This is a story about a Punjabi Sardar called 'Boobinder Singh'.

Boobinder Singh, tall and handsome was a man of vision. He always wanted to excel in life. His parents wanted him to become an Engineer and even he dreamt of being one but sadly some unpleasant events which happened during his teenage changed his life forever. He was tall and stocky. He was a Sikh and was an eligible bachelor. He was someone who was different unlike the other Sardars.He loved the Sardar jokes and never mind people making fun of him. He had fun at his own expense. He had a round face, rugged and full of hair in form of moustaches and beards. He used to wear a turban and blue was his favourite color.He worked as a Sales Manager in a Pharmaceutical Company. His job demands and allows him to travel across different cities in this country. He had travelled to different metro cities like Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkatta, New Delhi, Bangalore etc and other rural areas like Aampur, Fatehpur, Purpur, Kurpur, Mirpur etc.The initial stages of his youth days were full of struggle. He aspired to be an Engineer but landed up being a sales manager in a not so famous Pharma company. There are certain events which shook Boobinder’s life and his life changed forever. There was a twist in his life when he took a power nap during his 12th Std Board exams. His power nap was so powerful that he failed to realize that he had an exam that day.

Boobinder was a bright student during his school days. He always used to score full marks. Once his 9th Class teacher was impressed with his performance and she gave him 110 out of 100.During this period, Boobinder made many enemies as he was a pet to all the teachers. His pre board scores were 95.98%.He was destined to be an Engineer and so did everyone believed in his capability. It was the 2nd day of March 1986.It was his last paper and the last exam was Chemistry .He studied day and night in order to get good scores.Rajinder Kaur, his mother was his only support structure as his father left for Germany when he was young and never returned back.It was believed that Papinder Singh, Boobinder’s father had married a German woman and begot two beautiful blonde daughters. He realized that he had extra duty to support his mother who was his life. The previous night 1st March, he had studied so much that he felt sleepy the next morning. That very day his mother had gone to Pune for some personal work. She asked Boobinder if he was OK.A confident 17 year old Boobinder smiled and bid good bye to his mother. His mother asked him to reach the Exam centre at the correct time. Boobinder was very tired. Exam was scheduled to be held at 2 PM. It was 11.30 AM. Young Boobinder thought of taking a power nap. He slept like a wild lion. He snored to glory. Little did he know that he would miss his exam because of his sleep. Finally he woke up at 5pm.He got up and he panicked. He was frustrated and felt as if his life was caught in a funk. He saw the clock and a big shock awaited him. He rushed to the exam centre and he was not allowed to write the exam. This came out a shock to all his teachers and closed friends. His mother was upset.Rajinder Kaur even threatened to disown him but nothing is mightier than mother’s heart. She supported him more than before. That year he was declared fail as he didn't appear for his final paper. He sobbed, he wept harder. The disappointment and the shock never let him sleep peacefully for months. It took him ages to recover from the mental trauma. Every wounded Tiger has its own weakness. For Boobinder Singh, it was sleep. He lost his faith and confidence in himself. He struggled and did a diploma in some basic course. He worked as a painter, carpenter, mechanic and a technician during his 20's until he got a job as a Sales Manager which really didn't require much educational qualification. He earned 17000 Rs which was enough for a bachelor man. He settled in a company in Hyderabad until one day which changed his life forever.

Boobinder was his boss's loyal aide and hence Mr Reddy,his boss always had faith in him.Mr Reddy used to assign him critical sales work where he had to carry lakhs of Rupees with him. A deal was signed with Gajanand Chemicals located at Gaziabad.Boobinder was assigned this task of transporting the files and the amount to the stake holders. He was travelling by train. He had a suitcase with him which had important company related documents and 10 Lakh Rupees. He sat on the seat allocated to him. He had a window seat. He held his suitcase tightly. This raised doubts amongst his fellow passengers.A guy with tabacoo stained teeth was minutely following Boobinder from sidelines. He observed his suitcase and learnt that the suitcase was very important. Soon Boobinder decided to take a power nap.The tabacoo stained teeth guy loosened the suitcase which Boobinder held. He took it and escaped. The train reached Gaziabad in 5 hours. Boobinder once again woke up like a tired Lion. He was afraid as he failed to locate his suitcase which contained money and important company related documents. He panicked and cried for help. But everyone refused to help him. With sheer disappointment he went to his boss who fired him from work. He was also asked to return back the 10 Lakh Rupees. Now Boobinder is busy hunting for a new job. His life has always been full of struggles and to his mayhem sleep has ruined his life several times. Can you provide him with some good work?

Moral - Even a power nap can ruin your life.

Life is like a marathon race. You need to be careful and cautious about things.You might never know when you might fall out.Suc are the problems in life. Such small things do happens in life but care should be taken that you never repeat that again in our life.Boobinder is a lesson for us.

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Even a small statement can ruin your life!!

2012-04-22T22:36:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction and has no intentions of hurting anyone!!

Another story in "Ruin your Life" series.

We all know that small town actress Misbah Khan from Gaziabad whose infamous Butt Shake which rocked an award show at Mumbai.Different people had different views about her which later on got her fame.It was said that her youtube video of the Butt dance was viewed by 2 million people. Director James Cameroon saw that video too and came hunting for her all the way to India. He signed her for his latest movie. So this was the story of our very Pyaari Bahu actress Misbah Khan. This instigated me to write about her heroics and later on was compiled into the ruin your life series. Her story about the very famous butt shake can be read here.

She had a very beautiful sister. Her name was Sarah Khan,daughter of Mir Alam Khan who owns a sweet shop in Mumbai. He alone lives in Mumbai selling Jalebis and hence many people at his village fondly addressed him as 'Jalebi Bhai'. Sarah Khan was beautiful and she had a very appealing and charming personality.Her round face adored her look and her personality was defined by her brown eyes. She loved Indian attires and always had braided hair. She was of average height and had a smiling face.She was too matured for her age.Every strength has some weakness too.Her weakness was Leonardo Caprio,the Titanic star. She was just 8 years old when Titanic was released. She fell in love with Leo since the day she saw the movie. She had a big craze for the handsome actor. It was said that she had seen Titanic umpteen times just for Leo. If Leo was a god,then she would pray and worship him.Such a die hard fan of Leonardo Caprio she was. She had a neighbour who was 89 year old lady.She always used to like Sarah Khan. Once she happened to visit her house.

"Sarah beta...yeh kaunsa actor hai?(Sarah dear, which actor is this?)," The 89 year old woman asked Sarah. Although she was 89,her teeth were still intact. It had turned dark yellow because of the tabacco and guthka which she chew. She had hearing problem.

"Nai dadi..yeh Leo ka movie hai..Leonardo ka movie hai(No granny ,its Leonardo's movie)," An innocent Sarah smiled at her 89 year old grumpy old neighbour.

"Kya Leodar(What Leodhar)," The old woman said.

"Yeh kaun hai(Who is he?)," She continued.

"Leodhar nai..Leo," Sarah got vexed.

"Yeh toh mera Pati hai( He is my husband)," Sarah whispered into her ears.

Bewildered and Surprised,the old woman left for her home. She was supported by her son and daughter in law. Her daughter in law was a typical Indian Bahu. The old woman shared everything with her daughter in law. She told about Sarah's so called self proclaimed husband to her.

"Kya Maa..yeh kya sachh hai (What? Is this true?)," A curious daughter in law asked her mother in law.

"Haan beti..usne hi kaha tha(yes she had told me)," The old woman replied.

Unfortunately there was a guy called Leodhar Alam in the small town of Gaziabad who lived in the same street as of Sarah Khan.Leodhar Alam was 6'1 tall and was a gem.He was handsome and admired by girls in Gaziabad.

"Mother,it is a big news.Sarah having affair with Leodhar," The daughter in law gave a wicked smile. She shared this news with her friends.

"You know what our Sarah is having affairs with the plumber Leodhar," She said to one of her friend.

"You know what Sarah and Leodhar are dating," Her friends said to their friends.

"I saw Sarah and Leodhar hanging out together," and many such rumours spread about her. Leodhar was a plumber who had a plumber shop. The news of the virtual affair between Sarah and Leodhar spread like wildfire.Eventually the entire town spoke about them. But it was unfair that both Sarah and Leodhar didn't knew about this.The Khan family got to know about this news and they were vexed at their daughter Sarah.

"What have you done Sarah?," The angry Mir Alam Khan asked his daughter Sarah.

"Dad, I really don't know anything about this ...," Sarah cried.

"Thats it...you have put us to shame ..we are getting you married to Leodhar Alam tomorrow itself," Sarah's parents said in unison.

She had a dream of being a very famous minister.She wanted to be the railway minister of the country and had dreams of looting lots of money.She always used to say to her parents that she would take lots of bribes and will be one of the corrupt minister of the country. She saw her dreams fading away.She was going to get married to Leodhar Alam.

She wanted to say NO to her parents decision..but they were strict to her.One day she got married to Leodhar Alaam in presence of the entire village. They didn't live happily together.But she gave birth to twins and named them Leo1 Alam and Leo 2 Alam in tribute of her favourite actor whom she loved.It was because of Sarah's statement that her life changed drastically.For the one who saw dreams of living together with Leo and becoming a politician saw her life change.

Moral -Even a small statement can ruin your life

The Intercity Express

2012-04-21T00:32:00.002+05:30

It was 4.30 pm.I swiped out my id card and stepped outside office.I saw that the day had turned darker,almost resembled night.It was pouring cats and dogs outside.I was hopelessly waiting for the rains to stop pouring. I looked around and observed that the office carpet at the reception was drenched with water. I saw a group of my colleagues stranded outside the gate and they were desperately waiting for the rains to stop pouring.I ,like an innocent cat looked around and saw upwards motionlessly at the dark sky.Finally ,the rain god listened to my prayers and by then it was already 5pm.I quickly ran towards the gate and I contacted an auto rickshaw guy.

"Kaka, Pune station yethos kay(Uncle,Coming to Pune station)," I asked him as the rains poured incessantly.

'Ok,' He said. I soon adjusted some space inside the auto rickshaw for my heavy bag which contained my clothes and took care that laptop was safe inside my bag-pack.

I saw an ensemble of youngsters getting wet in rain.I saw some of them riding on bikes as their girlfriends hugged them tightly from behind.There was heavy traffic because of water logging at Deccan.I had to board the 5.55 pm 12128 Intercity express.

"Kaka ..speed vadwaa naa.(Increase speed)," I urged the Auto Uncle to accelerate the speed.

"Traffic aahes..me kay karu shakto(Heavy Traffic, What can I do?)," He retorted.

I closely monitored the meter readings.It wasn't amusing to spend 100 bucks for Auto rickshaw every time you have to travel home to reach Pune station.The irony is that even my train fare to reach Mumbai was 74 and the amount which I spend on Auto's to reach Pune station is higher than that.Finally I reached Pune station at around 5.45pm which should have been 5.30 ideally.I paid him 95 Rs and rushed to platform 2 where the Intercity express was waiting for me.

I soon looked for D2 Bogey and hunted for seat number 97. "Thank God!," I said to myself. It was a window seat.I arranged my bags on the upper shelf and plugged the headphones into my ears and I heard the music blaring in my ears.I looked outside and learnt that it was going to rain very heavily.I soon saw a trio of a mom,daughter and a young son making way towards us. The mom wore a burqah ,while the irony was that the girl was wearing tight fit jeans and a top.The boy seemed frail. They both were in pursuit of seat number 106 and 107.They sat in front of me. The girl look amazingly beautiful just like a typical Muslim girl. But unfortunately I thought that she was accompanied by her mother so there was nothing great in being happy at that time.

The music player on my phone was playing some Aatif song. I calmly listened to it( atleast I tried to ) .

It was 5.53 and the mother got out of the train.It was then I realized that she was not accompanying her kids.She bid them good bye as the train commenced.

I looked at her.I know that it is unpleasant to ogle at a girl travelling alone with her young little brother of 5. I still looked at her. My gaze got interrupted as the TTE visited our bogey for a routine ticket inspection. He soon left away as we all had the tickets for our journey.The train slowly picked up speed. I stared at her admiring her beauty.

She had a smiling face.Her eyebrows were not thick but they were well organized thanks to the beauty parlor.Her angelic brown eyes looked graceful as she nictated her eyes. It was perfect and one would get lost in those mesmerizing eyes which actually framed her face. The small pointy nose adorned her look,the curve on both the side of her nose made her look gorgeous.The straight lips,bloody red in color attracted me.Everything was perfect.The way she smiled,the way she spoke and the way she blinked her eyes. I witnessed the twinkle on her eyes as she blinked.With a swift of a second I changed directions as she looked at me.My thoughts seemed to have been interrupted by her looks.She almost killed me with those amazing looks.She spoke Gujurati and she resembled some girl of Czech origin. She looked quite young may be of 18. But she had huge bossoms for her age. She wore a pink t shirt and a tight jeans. She covered her top with the scarf so that her assets were not viewable.She wore a navy blue nailpaint on her fingers and toes. The entire sight was graceful as she spoke to her sibling. The journey for me seemed to be blessed. It was for the 1st time in 8 months that I had seen a beautiful fellow passenger.The train haulted at the 'Lonavala' station and I saw her buying vada paw for her brother.

I was listening to the 'Zara Si dil mei' song from the movie Jannat as I accidentally happened to remove the headsets. The music blared loudly and everyone could listen to the song.

"Zara Si Dil Mein De Jagah Tu

Zara Sa Apna Le Bana

Zara Sa Khawbon Mein Saja Tu

Zara Sa Yaadhon Mein Basa

Mein Chahun Tujhko

Meri Jaan Bepanah

Fida Hoon Tujhpe

Meri Jaan Bepana"

The pretty girl looked at me.I wish she could have realized that it was for her. She stared at me for a while and smiled at me. I quickly plugged back the headphones into my ears.Even she stared at me but that wasn't as strong as mine. I got back to my business of sleeping in train for 1 hour.I woke up when the train reached Thane and I observed that almost half of the bogey was empty.She sat adjacent to her brother who sat in front of me.She stretched her legs and placed it next to my seat.Her toe tip kissed my knees,there was a feeling of bliss.She apologized and placed her legs aside.The train was 5 min away from Dadar.She smiled at me.

"Can you take care of my brother,I am going to the washroom," She smiled once again .

"I could even take care of you," My evil mind said to myself.

"Yes..sure," I replied her and she left for the washroom.

"Where are you getting down?," I asked her younger brother.

"I don't know!," He replied.

The train reached Dadar railway station at 8.45pm.I knocked the bathroom indicating that I had to leave.She soon came out.She smiled at me and said "Thank you!" .

That smile mesmerized me. We stared at each other for the last time.It was the final stare. I wish I could talk to her again,know more about her and spend some time with her. "Bye!" I told her and stepped out of the train. I soon rushed towards the chart to check for her name but sadly the chart was torn off.If only I had 5 min more ,then I would have surely be friends with her. The Intercity express made me fall in love with a stranger whom I had never met before.Was it love at sight?.I even didn't knew her name. I hope I could meet her again.I am waiting for lady luck to paint my life again with beautiful colors.Sadly it can never happen nor I can challenge my destiny.

From the Diary of a Biker!

2012-04-16T13:37:00.000+05:30

**This has been written for the Castrol Power1 Blogging contest ( Facebook Link) at Indiblogger.in

Nights wouldn't have been interesting if only they were night.I gave a new definition to Night during my glorious days of 2008.People work the whole day to earn bread and butter.No doubt, everyone has a family to support.Even I was a bread and butter earner for my family.I was deeply associated with biking and my love for riding bikes could be backtracked to my good old college days.We had joy,we had fun,we had challenges in the sun.I got inspired from my Baba who taught me how to ride a bike.Aai(Mom) cared for me and adored me.She never let me ride a bike as she was afraid of losing me to the angel of death.My father collapsed in a road accident leaving me and mother alone.That made her more weak and vulnerable to emotions and feelings.I tackled life wisely and faced challenges at every step of my life.But still my passion and interesting for bikes didn't cease to fade.For me biking was life,a mean of life.The 'Royal Enfield' ,which others fondly called as 'the bullet' was a valuable asset,a prized possession to me which Baba gifted me when I was 19.I used to roam the traffic jammed streets of Mumbai.The pit holes and the bumpy roads only adorned the ride.I rode through the ugly roads of Dharavi and the pleasant roads of Bandra.I drived through the ocean of traffic jams,the roaring vehicles and the grumpy bus drivers.Several times I've zig zagged the roads through the heavy traffics passing through the whingering bus drivers. They would pop their head out of their buses and literally abuse me in the local slang. I would turn behind,glare at them and move away.Life's a bliss at times,otherwise it has been a dirty bitch to me.The 'Royal' bike was like my 1st love, my girlfriend. Perhaps, my intense love for my bike was the reason why my girl left me. Aai(Mom) never read my interest and passion correctly,if she'd then I would have been a popular biker of this nation nurturing my dreams.Everyday I leave my home at 9 am, silent and quietly in pursuit of my destiny.I look around and reminisce the old days where gorgeous girls of my society smiled and ogled at me as I left home.

I remember the first time I rode my bike through the street which sheltered me.Everyone said I flaunted my prized asset but little did they knew that it was my life.Biking for me effaces the sorrows out of my life.It has been my best friend which soothes me.Sorrows and Struggles are part and parcel of life,but one should always try to extract the sadness out of their life.Happiness shouldn't overshadow the sadness in our life.Every time I am upset,my bike invites me for a long drive.A long drive which soothes me and makes me feel good.Everytime my bike tyre kissed the road, there is a feeling of joy.The road exhibits a smile,it salutes my bike. My insatiable thirst for biking and adventure only grew strong everytime I met my fellow bikers.I recall my days in Delhi where I redefined Night.I remember the days where I along with my friends rode through the gory and the eerie dark path.We sped up ,accelerated together chasing the Sedans moving on the continous road following the India Gate.The night road witnessed less vehicles as we rode to glory in pursuit of the beautiful damsels who drove the Sedan.Once we overtook them,one of the girls got out of the car and sat behind me.She removed my helmet and stole my heart with a kiss on my lips.Little did I realize that we were destined to be together.We three, spend time in togetherness usually talking about each other and observing the night sky.She wanted me to priortize her over my bike.My feelings for her deceased as she tried to demarcate me and my 'royal' love in form of my bike.She failed to realize my love for my bike and biking.Soon,I saw her fading away from my life.The love hangover affected me,but soon I recovered.I started again,the whole new journey.It was the only wealth my father left behind for me.The empty roads and my 'Royal' bike never ceased to impress me. My Bike,my first love.

The haunted trip

2012-04-14T14:51:00.000+05:30

** This is a work of fiction.

I hope many of you must have heard about the haunted village of Bhangarh in North Rajasthan.I am a great enthusiast and a lover of adventures and I believe that one should enjoy life as much as they could.Bhangarh is a very well known haunted fort and its famous for the famous ghost stories. There was various stories which was build up in regards to the infamous haunted Bhangarh.This place is scary during the night where it is believed that spirits roam. The Archaelogical department of India or the ADI has also issued a warning by placing a notice board where they had asked tourists to avoid visiting the place after 8 pm .Infact it was believed that even the localites hesitated to go to that place.Such was the fear which was imbued in human mind because of Bhangarh. We were a clan of 4 girls who dared to travel all the way to Bhangarh from Mumbai.Despite being an adventure loving girl ,I had some sort of fear as I used to get nightmares about it.
It was a Saturday and we had reached the railway station. All transport services denied us to take there. We initially reached the Alwar railway station.No one was willing to take us to Bhangarh and this had raised lots of concern and we still had to think about our trip. Many had even warned us before going there and I believe that life is all about meeting expectations. Life has nothing to give ,atleast enjoy life as the way it should have been.There should be thrill in life.One of my friends enticed us to visit the place. From Alwar railway station we took bus to Pratapgarh.It was a wonderful road journey and the places were wonderful. From there we took another bus to Ajabgarh.Ajabgarh was full of ancient mahels. We initially planned to stay there but unfortunately we gave up our plans. We then moved to Golagabus by another Bus which was near Bhangarh. After reaching Golagabus we walked for some 10 km. It was a very tiresome journey. As we entered the Bhangarh ruined territory ,we felt some sort of uneasiness.That place looked scary and for a moment we thought as if we were living our last few days. There was a constant feeling of someone following you in sidelines. It looked like someone was monitoring you closely.There was a brisk of cold breeze which whispered onto our ears to leave the place. A babel of strange voices could be heard at night as if some group of people are muttering something.We mustered some courage and prayed to our respective God. There was a constant silence for some hours and we were waiting for the night to get over. The night was young and didn’t seem to retire.It was complete darkness all around.We had spend sleepless night and it wasn’t soothing. One of my friend looked depressed and she showed signs of fever adding to our misery. Finally the night got over and we returned back the next day morning. It was indeed a very scary experience.I am an avid traveller and my insatiable thirst for adventure had made me witness the gory nights of Bhangarh. I advise you guys not to visit Bhangarh if you are feeble hearted. That place is said to host an ensemble of bad spirits. After coming back ,one of the girls was down with fever and she remained depressed for some days. After few months she returned back to normalcy. The journey to Bhangarh from Mumbai was amazing.It was scary but was full of thrill.In short it was incredible,awesome,thrilling,scary and a trip of a life time. I enjoyed every moment of it.

Take me with you!

2012-04-10T11:08:00.001+05:30

My heart beat races,
everytime when I talk to you.
I feel you,miss you,
when I think of you.
I realize I have changed,
for I have fallen for you.
I dream of togetherness,
to live a life with you.
now that I have fallen for you,
you are everything for me.
I like listening to you ,
for I love to hear you more.
I look at your eyes,
for your eyes amaze me.
your every feature attracts me,
makes me want to feel you.
My heart pounds,
Whenever I look at you.
This feeling is strong,
your charm haunts me.
for I am afraid,
I am losing myself to you.
Everyday I am thinking of you,
Dreaming of you,
I see stars during day.
My heart hurts,
when I don't see you.
for life with you,
will be treat for me.
I miss you every,
single minute I don't talk to you.
I wish to talk more,
accept my love,
Take me with you.

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Life Teaches

2012-04-02T12:40:00.001+05:30

I reminisced my old memories from past to know that my last few years have been a learning experience for me. I had learned what life actually was. I experienced life. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon and a golden bracelet. A pampered kid ,learned to live life staying alone. I had to make the decision of my life only to know that I had to survive through extremities. I realized the worth of my family when I started staying away from them. I understood the importance of our loved ones. For they are the one with whom you celebrate the important events in your life,but without them I lived to celebrate things alone.I learned the important lesson of my life where I had to compromise between love and work. I had to travel to a different city for earning bread and butter.I saw my love fading away from my life as I moved away.During the last few years, I learned and my insatiable thirst for knowledge and excellence only grew more. Work became my second life. Weekends seemed to have been occupied with work. For a person who was known as a networking king failed to socialize. Client interaction was the only interaction which I knew. For people only said that I earned and enjoyed life without family,but little do they know how much I struggled to survive. Every single minute seemed eternal for me. I survived through the extreme weather and harsher climates. I witnessed the scorching heat and the shivering cold. I saw my hands trembling during the winters as temperature decreased as days passed.When I really felt I was in a wrong place, I was forced to live life in that place. I was assured a home ticket ,but that promise took time to materialize.As a result ,the wound spread more and it left behind the scars of disappointment and sadness.In this materialistic world, people suffer to gather something which diminishes with time.The world only sees the outer pleasure ,but no one realized the pain and the sufferings within. Everyone talks about how you achieved and no one is interested in counting what I have achieved. I have learned lesson, an important lesson of life.In this event I learned the importance of family and friends. I made lots of contacts in the corporate world. I saw myself transforming into a butterfly from an helpless caterpillar.My last 2 years doesn't reflects the sad phase of my life, it only displays the learning moments of my life. Life teaches!

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iWrite

2012-03-25T15:53:00.000+05:30

I grow.I learn. I study

I play.I dream.I write,
I smile.I heart.I love,
I cry.I hurt.I hate,

I walk.I come. I see,
I promise.I ask. I win,
I work.I loot. I go.

After few years,
I walk.I come.I see,
I promise.I ask.I win,
I work.I loot.I go

They come.They go.We watch.We suffer.We see them save money.But we cry,keep crying and always will cry.The cycle repeats. Its known. Perhaps one of the most pathetic post of mine. Still thinking why I wrote this but nevermind there is something in this post. Decrypt it and you will get to know .

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Tag,Awards and Guest Post Announcements!!

2012-03-23T19:32:00.001+05:30

So this time I have been tagged and awarded after a long time. I was tagged by Simu and have been awarded by Neha . Thanks for the honour girls.

Again few rules to be followed here~

Rule#1: Put the rules on your blog.

Rule#2: Every person tagged should tell 11 things about themselves, answer the 11 questions asked by the one that tagged you, tag 11 other people and ask them 11 different questions.

Rule#3: Let the people whom you tagged know you’ve done so.

Rule#4: Don’t tag anyone who’s been tagged before.

Rule#5: Really do tag 11 others; don’t go all ”if you want to take this tag”.

11 Things about me.

1. I am an emotional person. I might boast off that I am not an emotional person but actually I am very emotional.

2. I openly brag about my flirting skills here and hence I proudly call myself as a flirtu

3.No one in my circle of trust and my family knows about my blogging skills. I have hidden it from my real world. So it means blogging is only for the virtual world

4. My parents wanted me to be a doctor but sadly or luckily I am an Engineer now.

5.Many girls adore my childish voice. But I really dislike my voice because my clients find it difficult to recognize and understand me.

6. I am a die hard fan of Sachin Tendulkar, the God of Cricket.So I really can't take it when someone speaks malicious things about him.

7.I am very kind and benevolent person. I help people without second thoughts.

8. I trust people very easily. It is difficult but sadly I believe people very easily.

9. I am a short tempered person. I can easily lose my cool within seconds. So its like I cannot take it when someone tries to get onto my nerves. I get vexed very soon.

10.My right part of the brain is quite functional and thats the reason why I am highly creative. Infact I consider it as a blessing.

11.Most of my stories under fiction tag are actually real stories which were shared by my friends.,

Questions asked by Simran.

1. The most beautiful moment you still rewind and cherish - The birth of my younger sister. Because at a time when I was feeling lonely I was blessed with the gift of my life in form of Anu.So certainly she is a pride possession for me.

2. The one thing you cannot ignore- Caring about people whom I love and adore.

3. Do you believe in punishing or forgiving ? Why?- I believe in forgiving.It is difficult to forgive someone. Because I believe that little bit of advising could do wonders at times.

4. What/ Who motivates you to move on?- Appreciations and Encouragement in any form.It may be related to anything.It actually kindles you to experience large.It teaches to embrace challenges.

5. Things that let you down - Constant frown on our loved ones face.Also any discouraging actions do let me down.

6. Favorite time of a day - Night anytime.

7. What gives you a real pleasure ?- Pleasure as in... Elaborate :P

8. The best thing in you - I cannot rate one best thing.Infact all things in me are best.

9. The worst moment- The disgusting and depressing days of 2007 where I was down with some dangerous life threatening disease but later on I recovered rapidly.

10. Things that excites you- Shouldn't Ans 4 answer this too. Awards offcourse,in any form whether it be at blogs ,office or any damn thing.

11. Any suggestion or advice for my blog- Well you are an awesome blogger. You write well.

11 Questions from my side for people who have been tagged by me below .

1. What is the meaning of your name? Are you happy with it ? , If not then would you like to change it and to what?

2. What is life if full of care?

3. So among Tom and Jerry whom do you support considering the actions of both.?

4. If stranded alone in an Island with the one you love, then what will you carry with you? Why?

5.If you were on a sinking ship with one who loves you a lot, and another who you love a lot... and could save only one, who would you save? why?

6. What are your goals in life?

7. Do you have any regrets in life?

8.One thing which you could change from your past or present?

9.What do you write?

10.What do you think about me?

11.Tell us 3 things about you that we don’t know, 3 things that would take us all completely by surprise?

So the 11 people who should take this tag are

Sarah, The Madrassi, Neha, Upasna, BrajMohan, Disha, Chirag, Swarnali , PJ ,Dishita , Vinti ( my dearest )

Mish

Now for the second award. Thank you so much Neha :)

The rules for this award are:

1. Add a picture of the award in your post.

2. Thank the award giver.

3. Share 7 random facts about you.

4. Choose 13 other bloggers to pass the award to and let them know that they’ve been nominated.

About 7 Random facts about me -> Read any 7 points from the 11 points from the meme which I have completed above. PLEASE SPARE ME. I am an Engineer...So ~~stupid~~ smart of me no :D :|

The Recipients of this award are Simu, Sarah, The Madrassi, Neha, Upasna, BrajMohan, Disha, Chirag, Swarnali , PJ ,Dishita , Vinti ( my dearest ),Mish

Announcements

So Summer has arrived. Once again I am planning to start the Guest Posts on my blog.Will be showcasting the other guest posts written by my dear Blogger friends this time. I was not able to post the GP’s written by them and so would be posting it this time. Additionally, I would like to invite bloggers to write on my blog. I am planning to post the guest posts twice a month ( The first and the last week). I have started the discussion on the Forum tab below the header of my blog. I have worked on my blog look. Kindly take your time and confirm your participation.

The Breasts that fed you,The Arms that held you!

2012-03-21T00:46:00.000+05:30

The other day my younger sister narrated me an incident.She was a volunteer of the social service group at her college and they had organized a visit to an old age home in Mumbai.My sister,at first was excited when she told me about her visit. She was a benevolent kind and quite helpful girl.I have supported her many times as she used to pester and nag me to accompany her for the cause. I couldn't join her this time as I was busy engrossed in resolving some code issues at office as it was deployment week.Later when I returned back home from Pune, she seemed upset and dull. I asked her to tell me the reason why she was low,but she didn't .I urged her,pleaded her,requested her and even ordered her to tell me what went wrong, but she refused to speak. I had never seen her sad since long and I was wondering what could be wrong. Later on she came to me and narrated me the entire incident which happened that day. It was shocking at first but later on it became a good discussion topic. We both used to discuss social causes and we would talk about the root causes and all. She spoke about the sufferings of old parents at the old age home.The home provides them with all the love and care but its their heart which revolves around their loved ones at home.People sacrifice their life for their children's and their children's reward them by admitting them to old age homes. Its quite disheartening to see them crave to meet their grandchildren. There are many reasons why people send their loved ones to old-age homes.These days people have turned apathetic towards their elders and as a result they send them to the care of paid strangers. Nothing comes close to the love of our very OWN loved ones.People have turned selfish and for their own personal benefit they are ready to throw their parents out of their home. People havebecome goal centric these days. Its because of this that they think that their old parents would come out as hindrances.Through out this article we would talk about the root causes and various points where change is desirable. These would be the things which I would like to change around me. For I belong to a culture where Mother and Father are treated with utmost respect and honor. The holy bible says that honor your mother and father.

"Listen to your father who gave you life ,And do not despise your mother when she is old.

My son,hear the instruction of thy father and forsake not the law of they mother"

These are the versus from the holy bible. All religions have emphasized the need to respect our elders in their respective Holy book. The biggest question is do we? . Why would we forsake and betray our own parents. Shouldn't there be a valid reason to this action. It depresses me. My sister broke into tears as she narrated me the story of an old grand mother whom she met at the home. This old lady had 2 sons. They both were rich enough, but their wives disliked this old woman. She lost her husband at a tender age where both her sons were having their ages in single digit. The old woman used to wash clothes,clean utensils and broom at different houses to raise her kids. She got them basic level of education and by gods grace they both got government jobs and now they both enjoy the luxuries provided by the Government of India.But they do not have time for their mother.She was the woman who sacrificed her life,toiled hard for both her sons just to live her life at an old-age home. She should have been treated as Queen.A tear drop rolled down my sisters cheeks as she told me. She said that the grandmother was pretty upset and she badly wanted to see her grandchildrens.If your parents can raise you through all the difficulties ,then why can't you.I sometimes find it strange and this raises another question.What will we get by sending our old parents to old-age homes?.I want to change the selfish attitude of the people who just want to use relations as a ladder to climb and succeed.Parents sacrifice their entire life for their childrens. They help them to grow up and eventually the childrens turn independent one day and the poor old parents seem to them just like an old rag in the house.Our parents are like the soul, you cannot function properly unless its there.We require them at every stage of our life may be not physically but inform of prayers,advices,wishes etc.These days the demands for old-age homes are increasing because of those ruthless ,transgressors who disown their own parents.How could even one think that parents would live happily at an old-age home?.If we can't give them all the happiness which they need ,then how can we expect a paid stranger to provide them with all the happiness? Aged parents were once considered as an asset in our society.Our aged parents were just a moral support to fall back on. But now its changed and its just against our cultures and traditions.People are turning busy with their career and professional life and they do not find time to talk to their parents. If you can't look at your parents ,then how can you expect your kids to look at you when you turn old.Everyone should know their responsibility and learn that parents are as important as your careers.Yes ,I even agree that by working hard everyday we can't spend all our valuable times with our parents.By keeping them with us ,we can't cope up with these changes so many people don't want them to suffer by making their parents stay with them.It is not called suffering.A good son would never term it as a suffering for suffering is a big word.Yes there are some cases where parents have to face the wrath of their very own children and hence they personally opt to live in an old-age home. Its the children's incapability to provide them with the necessary love.Old-age homes these days are used as a place where unwanted parents can be dumped.

Our Indian culture has always taught us to treat our elders with respect and care.But because of modernization and inspiration from western culture we have failed to keep up to these principles and our very own parents have to suffer.Always learn the good things from life.Get inspired from the good things that the western culture teaches you.Don't just be blinded by it.Keeping our parents with us only benefits us. I want to change this attitude of people around me who consider their parents as a waste.Firstly Parents should avoid giving all their wealth's and belongings to their kids. Sudha Narayan Murthy had written a story about this in her book 'Wise & Otherwise' .Its a sensitive story about an old man and his son. I advise you guys to read that book.They should keep something for themselves too.They should not be depended during their old-age.So to induce the change , I would like to advise all young parents to make their kids realize the importance of parents in their life. Many must be aware of nuclear families. We know the problems faced in a nuclear family where both the parents work and children's have to suffer.The kids get neglected in such cases.If there would be grandparents ,then they can take care of them.They don't have to be left alone.It would be a win win situation for both the grandparents and grandchildren s.Grandparents just teach moral values to the children's and missing this only creates lots of problems.Because of this both the religious and the cultural aspects are suffering.I dream of a society where the number of old-age homes would be reduced. Learn to respect your parents for they begot you. It took me days to console my sister as she informed me that the old grandmother had died that day.She craved to meet her sons and her grandchildren's but sadly she couldn't see them during her last breath. My sister returned back to normalcy after few days and I decided to write about this.Learn to be a responsible son. I want to change this attitude of people around me who see their parents as a ladder, a ladder to make them grow up and get independent. Here is the poem of an old woman to her son.

'Dear Son,Dear Son,

Please take me home,

Our home was better,

Here is too bad,

It makes me feel sad.

Its suffocating,Irritating,

The fan here circulates stale air,

I breathe no fresh air,

I await you every day ,

But you never came to see me,

Dear Son,Dear Son,

Please take me home.'

Respect your parents,Adore them.Realize their worth and let them know how much you love them.

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Honesty is the best Policy

2012-03-18T13:44:00.004+05:30

The entire class awaited the Semester 1 result.Vivek was a student of St.Anthony's High School,Mumbai.He was amongst the brightest student of Class 8D.But that semester his History paper was miserable as he couldn't study for his exam because of fever. But any how he managed to attempt 40 marks.He was quite sure that he has no chance of passing. He helplessly looked at History teacher Charles entering the classroom with the answer sheets.

He gave a 'sinister' smile indicating that the paper correction was not good. He called out the roll numbers in a sequential order.He announced their marks as the pupils arrived to collect their answer sheet.

'Roll Num 34 Vivek Kumar,' He called our Viveks roll number.

Vivek walked towards his professor to collect the marksheet.He knew that he would fail.

'Bad performance...37.5 out of 100...very disappointing Vivek..not expected this from you,' Charles sir announced.

Little Vivek could not believe that he actually manage to pass through.

The teacher smiled at Vivek as he collected his papers.

Vivek scanned the marksheet and checked if there was any scope of increase in marks.He was shocked to see that the total sum of his marks were coming out to be 27.5. He immediately ran towards the teacher and informed him about the extra marks. Charles Sir noted his number.

Later that night Vivek was feeling sad because of his own actions.He could have ignored the total marks,atleast he could have passed.But he thought to be honest.He never had the courage to inform his parents about his marks for he knew that they would get angry on him. He told them and got beaten severely as he was supposed to be in elite category.

During the Open house ,Semester results were to be distributed. Vivek along with his little sister entered his class.

His mother collected his marksheet and she smiled at Vivek.

'Why do you have to lie to us Vivek?,'

'What are you saying Mother?. Did I pass?,' Vivek retorted.

'Congratulations son...you have scored 75% marks,' She hugged him.

Vivek soon grabbed the report card from his mother and was amazed to see that his history marks remained unchanged.It was displayed as 37.5. He smiled.

We all knew that honesty is the best policy.But these days we seldom find honest people.The teacher had given Vivek extra 10 marks because of his honesty.Little Vivek won his teachers heart by being honest.This little Vivek was none other than me. :)

Written for: Sunday Scribblings
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If Men were from Venus!

2012-03-14T22:42:00.001+05:30

Different Psychologists across the world have been trying to reveal the key to human behaviour. What is that particular 'entity' which makes people react to different situations. Its obvious that a rational mind would see things differently when they are confronted with some unavoidable circumstances or situation. Hence, I call the human behaviour to be an enigma. I rate it as one of the biggest mystery and scientists have been researching hard to uncover this. Due to recent improvements and advancements in technology and different modern techniques, many behavioural scientists have been trying hard to discover the truth behind human behaviour. What is that makes women and men react to different situations differently?. Strangely we cannot blame on the gray cells. Not everyone has the same intelligence quotient. I am talking about real time scenarios. How difficult is it to understand woman?. The greatest mystery in this universe is how to understand women. It is not a hypothetical question. It does makes sense. I have been personally touched by this topic. A group of Behavioural scientists in Madrid conducted experiments and simulated behaviour of certain men and women. They simulated an environment where men could experience what it is likely to be a woman by stepping into a virtual body in their experiments. It really took them one step closer and they made certain researches. It got the men to understand or feel the woman as per their current mindset and it produced different emotions related to the subject. I found this experiment quite amusing and I believe that to understand woman one should try to step into their shoes. Have we ever wondered why there are differences in an argument between men and women?. Why are those conflicts?.What is that which makes them argue for pretty issues?.Obviously there is a lag or a gap and understanding alone helps in bridging the gap. I admit that women are beautiful daughters of the great Almighty and we as human should learn to respect them. There are certain times where we just give up and go mad behind the innocent souls. We need to decrypt the mystery. Why?. Why the question which bothers me. There are indifferences because Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. We can't really change this?. Arguments are part and parcel of life. The greatest mystery that stands still are why woman behave the way they do? .Ever thought of that. If no, I request you to think about it.

I would want to see things from a woman's point of view. I want to perceive things from her side. By doing this, I would get an insight towards Female behaviour when subjected to different circumstances. I would love to know what’s running on her mind. Whenever there is a tiff between a man and a woman, we just succumb to the situation leaving no mercy on her. That’s why she is labelled as the weaker sex. We have made her weak just because we can't accept her behaviour at times. We could label it as we can't understand her well. If I would step into her shoes then I could very well know what made her behave like that or say that particular thing. This could help in issue resolving. We just know her as a cribber, whimper, whiner or a cry baby. But do we really know what makes her cry. Its just because her inability to react to men because men are stern. He can never accept failure. Because he was made like that. That’s why it is said that men never cry. Its the feeble sex which always have to be the sufferer. Some say they over exhibit their emotions at time. Ever been in a relationship? .If yes then you would get to know a woman closer. Especially why she is demanding and possessive.She considers her man to be her everything and he is the one whom she can rely on. Its this man who supports her during her lifetime. Mutual understanding is essential for a perfect happy relation. So when confronted with situation, woman behaves on her own way. This way may be positive or negative. Positive one gladdens us and the negative one hurts us. So to know her better, I should be her. By being her I would know her better. I would understand her better and what she wants in her true sense. So if I were her, I would know her every action and I could also reason her reaction. As men we don't really know what women go through. There are many things which men can never be. Only women are the ones who know those things. Consider a mother. It is a feeling apart. A mother knows you 9 months more than anyone in this world.A man can never feel what it means to be a mother.Have you ever wondered what makes a women cry and why they cry?.

A woman weaves in lots of beautiful dreams during her childhood days. She imagines herself as a Princess and thinks about her Prince charming who will provide her with the love of her life. She gets matured and soon starts understanding things. She understands the true 'way of life'. She realizes that she has to make lots of compromises in life in form of responsibilities, relations and love. The worst thing is that because of those sacrifices and compromises she is labelled as weak and easy. She does it because she can't afford to lose the special people of her life and she has to live up to their expectations as daughter, wife and mother. Never take her for granted because she loves you for who you are, sacrifices her life for her children’s and still loves you the same. She adds beautiful colors in the life of a man, but men don't seem to understand her .She suppresses her feelings and sorrows only for our happiness. She prefers to be silent only because men can’t understand her. We laugh over when it comes to understanding women. First try to know that if women can understand men so well, then why we can’t men atleast try to understand them. Why should they always expect a woman to do that? .For understanding all these we need to step into her shoes. And that is what I would love to do. At this point of time, I want to change the attitude towards women. They are considered weak, but I want to prove you all wrong that she is weak. She is the strongest creature on Earth. God bestowed upon her the seeds of wisdom, knowledge and off course the ability to understand men. This would connect the disconnect between men and women in term of understanding and bridge the barrier between them. The only option available is to understand each other, empathize with each other and step into her shoes. This would make me stronger in understanding them and in this process my relationship with a woman would bond stronger if I understand her well. Most of the relationships today do not survive because there is a constant mismatch of expectations. We cannot live upto each others expectation. If our frequencies do not match, then there would be lots of problems in life in form of tensions and break ups.So its necessary to understand her. I would like to change the perception towards woman, change the myth that she is weak.For I believe that women are strong. I wish if men were from Venus.

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Its time to 'Think' & 'Change'

2012-03-10T14:29:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer - The views expressed in this post are the writer's personal view.

There are two instances which has touched my heart and infact it has instigated me to write this post. Firstly I was unsure about what to write and I present you something which actually made me think a lot. I am vagabond, an itinerant wanderer who travels different places for purpose. My job assignments make me travel different places and at each place I observe something different and peculiar. I had a chance to bump into one of the filthiest places of Mumbai. It was Kurla. At first I was completely disgraced to see the sight of that particular place. Many friends from Mumbai had alarmed me from travelling to Kurla especially during Monsoons. It was an unpleasant sight as I could only see the dirty stagnant waters everywhere. I looked around for any alternative options to reach the Kurla Railway station. Yikes! I had no options other than taking the only water path. I folded my trouser upto my knee height. I held my socks and Woodland shoes on each of my hand and walked through the dirty muddy waters. For a moment I looked like a flood victim hunting for safety. Finally I managed to reach the other side. One fascinating thing which captured my attention was the consistent nagging of a little girl with running nose. She was shabbily dressed and was probably dressed in rags. I looked at her for a while and I was shocked to see that she was holding a 3 days old baby. She looked like a 3 yr old kid and she was nursing a 3 day old baby. She was a vagrant, a homeless kid begging for money. I saw her and handed her a 50 Rs note. I observed an innocent smile on her face. An ensemble of homeless and hopeless kids gathered me. I somehow managed to get rid of them by giving them some money and sweets. I was completely taken aback and shocked to see all this.

My impression about India had changed for a moment. I had been travelling throughout my life. Most of my business trips would make me travel distant places like Berlin, Atlanta, Sydney and Paris. But for the last few years I’ve been travelling across India. I have gained an opportunity to connect to my nation once again after a long time. But I had only witnessed and observed the dirty and the ugly side of my country. I wish I could do something for the poor beggars tramping along the dirty streets. I am very sure that even these kids wouldn’t wish to live a miserable life. They have rights to live a better life with full freedom and education. I had just seen one little tiny dot of this large network of beggars in form of a place called Kurla. There might be many in different places of this country and its a widespread network operated by large gangs. I could say that my wish is hypothetical but together we could do something for the benefit of these street kids as they are humans too.

‘Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime’ is a very popular quote. I am doing my part, what about you.

As I have said earlier that I am a nomad who loves traveling. During my visit to the Royal state of Rajasthan I had seen many atrocities against women. It was at this place that I observed the real suppression of the female race. Their life here is full of hurdles and barriers. They dedicate their life completely for their men and they had to face the real wrath. It’s this place where the sex ratio is very less. Here new born girl babies are killed as soon as they are born. It’s quite disheartening to see that they are not even allowed to see the first light of their life. I believe that India is the only country where mouthing bad words on terms of mothers and sisters are considered as a great sign of masculinity. It is very frustrating to see the pathetic condition of women in this country. We talk of rapid civilization and advancements in technology and other fields, but I want to raise a question for you guys. How could a country progress where women are treated with inequality? Such exploitations, harassments and ill treatment of women in this country are a great cause of concern. This topic demands a serious attention where women are ill-treated every hour, every minute and every second. We brag about equality, human rights and respecting women but I would like to tell that despite of such laws being introduced there are many prevalent issues. The laws remain only on the papers and voices go unheard and all that remains is the silent tears of the helpless women. Every child born in this country has the right to seek education. No kid should be deprived of education. These words were said by our late Prime Minister Indira Gandhi. But despite of opportunities being created there are many cases of child labour. Young children’s are found toiling hard at firework companies and Textile mills. I see few selling hair bands, earrings and samosas in the local trains. Women in this country have suffered great hardship and their life is only getting miserable. This is the country where women are treated and seen as deity and worshipped as goddesses. But still we don’t have respect for women. There is a constant fear of rapes, domestic violence and murder against women every day. When a women passes by, one could over hear lots of comments and malicious words being spoken about her. I still wonder if such things happen only in our country. Their life is really horrifying.

Our capital city is turning into a rape capital where female security is a great matter of concern. There are cases where innocent children’s are kidnapped and are being engaged into prostitution. Ultimately they die a miserable death giving you small moment of pleasure for the money you shell on them. I appreciate the different NGO’s and their activists who work hard for women equality and rights. The greatest irony is that a woman is responsible for all that she does. What kind of woman is she, who treats her children’s partially? It is unpleasant to hear the fact that a girl is meant only for kitchen and the boy is given the right to education. Crimes against women are increasing day by day. Despite this there are constant improvements in the status of women in urban cities. We see women occupying supreme positions in top level organisations and the government. It is a matter of pride to know that the first citizen of our country is a woman. There is a ray of hope admist darkness which promises that there is scope for improvement and things would change in mere future. An idle mind is a devil’s workshop but a perverted mind is the reason for Female Sexual abuse. If we think of progression then such sensitive things needs to be addressed. It is the correct time to change the way female are seen and ill treated in this nation. They deserve respect. It’s a vagabonds appeal to you ,the one who travels across the country is the one who knows things better .I see the bird eye view of all the crimes against women. I envision the future of this nation to be a highly developed country but this is possible only if there is equal treatment of men and women. I dream of a tomorrow where women shall breath ,walk and talk free and without any fear.

"Its time to think

Its time to react,

Its time to implement,

Its time to change,

There are many who are struggling,

hoping against hopes,
chasing their dreams,

awaiting an helping hand,

to protect and save them,

Its time to raise our voices,

because there is someone who needs us,

who badly needs our help "

Together we can,Together we will make a difference and spread smiles everywhere.

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Garden of Life

2012-03-04T00:39:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - This post is purely based on the writers creativity.The video below has been created by me as a part of this contest.I request you all to check the video before you read the post below.

A little sapling tender and small,
began his journey in the garden of life.

Birds,trees,flowers,leaves of the fall,
his days breezed away in the garden of life.

Pattering raindrops,snowing dews,
Kuckooing Koyals in the garden of life.

Bounties of nature,those marvellous creatures,
impacting him intensely in the garden of life.

Starry cold nights,desserted hot days,
seasons elapsed on in the garden of life.

Love flew in like fluttering butterflies,
he met his soulmate in the garden of life.

Interlacing fingers they strolled through the woods,
celebrating togetherness in the garden of life.

Their bond of love witnessed winters and springs,
darkness and delight in the garden of life.

Then one find day like a tree he began to bend,
new leaves stopped growing in the garden of life.

Withering dreams,dimming sunshine,
his youth declined in the garden of life.

As he breathed his last,nostalgia enwrapped him,
those innocent childhood days in the garden of life.

A serene smile adorned his lips,
for he has lived his life in the garden of life.

And it ends not here this divine cycle,
will continue forever in the garden of life.

A new sapling grows somewhere as he closes his eyes,
destructing,creating,nurturing our existence is nothing but the garden of life.

Everyone has a beautiful garden in their life. It is this garden where they spend and cherish their valuable precious memories.We preserve our wonderful memories in that garden of life.I have had many special memories associated with my childhood.Just as the protagonist in the video, my life has been closely associated with nature. Since childhood I had realized that I was a special child,a gifted child born to do wonders. My focus area shifted drastically and my sole intention in life was this garden of life. Spread joy and vanish melancholy was the theme of my life just like the little sapling. I remember my mother singing lullaby for baby sister as we walked through the garden. I recollect those precious childhood moments where I used to sit on my grandfathers lap and count the stars at night.I think of those days where me and my father would go for a long drive and probably go fishing near the most wonderful lake located at our hometown.Any kind of memories are special.The Garden of Life reminds me of the different trees bearing wonderful fruits. Plucking mangoes from the neighbors tree and running away,getting the neighbors beautiful daughter drenched on a sunny day and probably rain dancing with her etc are some of the most cherishable and thrilling memories I had. I still remember the day when I met my first love..Love in form of a huge mango tree which bore sweet and tasty fruits.And yes how could I even forget the first kiss of my life at the tender age of 13.The kiss that mattered the most which sealed my love.The sweet kiss by my love under the Mango tree.An ensemble of birds witnessed our romantic encounter.Childhood never comes back.It is difficult to be a child again for gone are those days. I've had real moments in my life with mother nature. I have enjoyed most of my young days sitting on the lap of mother nature.

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Andy-Mandy & Anna

2012-02-25T22:59:00.000+05:30

Andy & Mandy have been quite busy lately and finally they have time to meet each other at a famous Lounge in Delhi.

Andy - Hey buddy, long time...it feels good to meet you again.

Mandy-Same here buddy.

Andy - I had a chance to meet Anna last week.

Mandy- Even I'd met Anna last month..

Andy - Such a wonderful person and Anna has large followers.

Mandy - Followers? I thought they were fans.

Andy - May be you could say so... Anna is indeed very intelligent and smart.

Mandy - Very true...a very great fun loving person....

Andy - I admire Anna...

Mandy- Yes I love and I want to marry Anna someday...

Andy - What...You want to marry Anna Hazare?? [Shocked]

Mandy- Err...Were you not talking about Anna Kournikova?

8 Signs of true Love

2012-02-24T22:33:00.000+05:30

A Solitary stone is useless as they cannot be used to create fire. We need two stones to create fire. Everyone would wish to fall in love with someone during their lifetime. Trust me it is a special feeling. How great does it feels to be loved, cared and pampered. It is a feeling apart. It makes us to admire our loved ones. An addiction to such an admiration makes us fall for that person. By falling in love we develop a special feeling for our special one. We seem to be biased and get completely inclined to them. Our thought processes distract us. We fail to concentrate on our daily chores and there is some sort of disturbances. We turn insomniac thinking about our loved one and are lost in their dreams. She/he seems to be the sole person in this world who cares for us. There is a mutual feeling between us. To decipher the real meaning of love, one needs to fall in love. Today I am going to list few pointers which indicate true love. These are the 8 signs of true love. Here we go.

1. Calling them by Different names.

We always love to call people by different names. We love to taunt them and play pranks on them. We keep nagging and irritating them by associating them with a funny name. We can't experiment with names with random people. Many might feel offended. It’s only with our loved ones that we tend to call names. A funny, weird, stupid name often characterizes the amount of love which we have generated for that particular person. It is this special feeling that later on makes us fall for that person. I have a girl-friend of mine who calls me 'sondu' just because i sleep a lot. It is awkward at times listening to the same name again and again. It can be strange at times but our loved ones do mean a lot to us. We never call them by their real names.

2. Sharing everything with them.

Man is known by the company he keeps. He forms a community or a group wherever he goes. Its with this community that he thrives and learns many things. That’s the reason why he is known as a social animal because of his ability to mingle with others easily. During our lifetime we come across many people and some of them leave special memories. These can be good or bad. But there is one special person with whom we share all our secrets. We trust them and may be its because of this trust that we dare to spill even our darkest secret with them. This might include some sort of embarrassing episodes too. We open up to them. We identify the right one amongst the lot and share everything. This everything can be details about ones family, education, job related details, hobbies and interests or any secrets.

3. You listen to them for long hours.

Some people often bore you with their constant blabbering and chit chats. No would be ready for a gossip session when you plan to irk them. But love is a kind of feeling where you listen to your loved ones for hours. The topic may not interest you but still you wish to listen them till eternity. Such a bliss is love. Fall in love and you would know it.

4. You have no specific reasons to like them.

Certainly you like a person only because there must be something about the person which makes you admire or think about them. But when you truly develop a thing for someone you like them without any reasons. Their every gestures and actions seem to impress you. Such is the magic of love.

5. You deliberately try to make them jealous.

I might sometimes seem to you like the brand ambassador or a trustee of Love. But it sometimes sounds weird rather strange that my topic of interest has always been love and relationship. My Keyboard and my pen romances with my fingers and I churn out something which you are reading. Coming back to the point of discussion, sometimes to make them realize our love and worth we can try something different. Like we could make them jealous by comparing others greatness or some special characteristics with him/her. Emphasize more on their skills and something which makes them angry. Deliberately try to make them jealous. This makes them wonder and rectify themselves. This is a pretty constructive point. Don’t make them feel jealous to such an extent that they start hating you. I am not liable for that, I’m just expressing my views and opinions.

6. You fight, irritate and hurt them a lot.

This is a common thing which is experienced when you are in love. You fight with that special person a lot. You are possessive about him and you know that he is yours. He is your world and you have all the rights to hurt, irritate and fight with him. You are sure that he will take it on a lighter note as there is a saying that 'Everything is fair between love and war’. But the little pleasures and happiness which we derive by doing all this against our loved ones are remarkable and immeasurable. This brings you more closer and bonds your love.

7. You miss them a lot when they don't call/talk/text you.

At some point when you feel that he/she is your world, you get addicted to them. Due to rapid advancements in technology, mobile texts and online messengers are instrumental in bonding people. You develop a good interpersonal relationship with them and thats what keeps you wait for them. You feel like talking to them every day and everytime.For a moment you seem to be addicted to them. This addiction grows and gradually you think about them everytime.And some day when they turn busy, you feel hurt. Its human tendency as humans gets easily attached to other beings. That is what special about us. Till the time someone is close to us, we don't miss them and we don't realize their worth. By the time when they turn busy in their work life, you start realizing their worth and their importance. You miss them. And you keep missing them more when they don't call, talk or text you.

8. Their choices and interests mean a lot to you.

Once you get to know that person very well, you learn about their choices. You make a note of what all they like and what all they dislike. You map accordingly with your likes and dislikes. And all their interests and choices means a lot to you. You start changing yourself for them. Like if blue is their favourite color then you start dressing up in blue. If he/she likes Pizza then you order Pizza every time you two go out for a date or outing .You gradually star loving their choices like food,music,movies,sports etc.

Where do you relate yourself in the above list?. So do you have anything to add? Share your story. I will be talking about the 3 golden rules of Flirting in our next discussion. Do come back to know more about flirting from the great flirt ever. Period!

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Can we fall for someone without meeting them?

2012-02-22T21:41:00.000+05:30

Today I am throwing you 4 simple questions .

1. Can we ever fall for someone whom we have never met in our life?.
2. How can we ever fall for someone without even meeting them?
3. Isn't that absurd falling love for someone whom we have never met in our life?
4. Is it really good to fall in love for people whom we never met?

The above questions really make sense. All questions are equally important. Think on these questions for a while and wonder what the answers could be. These can be self interpreted. Many people may have different views about the same. Why can't we fall in love with someone whom we never met? Does it mean that emotions are only limited to physical contacts? What about those with whom we talk on phone, chat and text. They are friends too. At some point of time when texting, chatting, talking exceeds the threshold and there is sudden outburst of pure emotions. I believe its these emotions which later on plays a pivotal role .Emotions are much stronger than words. One should know that one can even fall in love at the first sight without even conversing with the person. You look at them, follow them like crazy. You wait for the right opportunity or probably wait till eternity just for their smile. Love is such an enigma. It never knows words, it never understand languages. Its devoid of all worldly matters. When you truly are compatible with someone I am damn sure that your compatible would remain the same online or offline. I would say that yes, we can fall for someone without meeting them.

World is advancing. Necessity is the mother of invention. New technology and due to rapid progression in the field of Science and Software there has been a change in lifestyle of people. There were times when people wrote and expressed their feelings and love by writing notes and letters.Internet, messengers, telephone, texting has changed our life. Man seems to be addicted to all these technologies and for a moment it makes us wonder if people would really turn techsavy some day.Facebook is busy creating accounts and its obvious that it would reach 5 billion users mark very soon. Twitter has been equally instrumental in making people express themselves. Nevertheless not to forget the chat messengers. Its through these mediums that people generally tend to express themselves. For a matter of fact, I reiterate that I am talking about today’s scenario. What do you think would happen when you talk to the same person every day?.Off course, you are getting to the know the person very well. Each day you get to know him/her better and some day when you really get to know everything about them...thats the phase where you realize that that person has painted your life with beautiful colors and you can't live without them. You get addicted to them. Love happens.It happens again and it keeps happening. Its a repetitive cycle. I have seen many who have never met each other before and still happily married to each other.

Nothing is wrong or absurd in falling for people whom we never meet.Don't we fall for our favourite actor by watching them do their best in movies.Do we really have to meet them to love them?.Similar is the case when we read some novels and fall for it.It is not wrong,it is sane and a natural phenomenon. Emotions just need an outlet to express ourself.If we fail to express ourself then we should have enough courage to see our love fading away from our life.Someone had said that talking to people whom we never met is like talking to a wall and its like throwing and wasting your emotions. Trust me this is not the truth. I have a good experience of talking to my senior SME whom I have never met. He is a real gem of a person. He is my senior and it was an accidental meeting.I really bumped into his chat during a release addressing some application issue. I had to raise a ticket regarding this and those were the real low times of my life in Delhi.One day was like one week for me. Its only after talking to him I realized that one should enjoy life instead of whining and cribbing. He was like an advice maven for me.I am narrating this example just because I'd never met him or should it be like I should ignore his advices just for the fact that I'd never met him.I think it is wrong.It is not like expressing ourselves to a wall.Its afterall no one wants to fill a void in their heart.World is a small place. :)

Like I have said before love never understands religion,languages and castes etc. It is an enimga,a pure feeling,a bliss.Out of all the organs present in our body, the heart is considered to be the most sensitive.Nothing is good or bad in falling for people over internet or without meeting them. Its just a feeling apart. Embrace life,Cherish every moments.You might not know you might fall in love any moment.Chating,Texting,Talking,Mailing and all other -ings are not bad. These are general and excess of these could probably lift up our emotions.I am ending this post on a positive note that love is a special feeling which imbues emotions,expressions etc.It makes you realize yourself and makes you do things which you can't. Yes, we can fall in love with someone without meeting them. I experience it every single do. What about you?