URGE TO HELP THE POOR???

ISSUED IN PUBLIC INTEREST BY OUTLOOKING LIFE!!!

 

 

I am very a poor guy. I have only one FZR and that was also gifted to me by my father, something like one year back. The government has raised petroleum prices, thus forcing me to stop following girls on the road. Ten girlfriends left me because of this shortage of money and now I only have 5 left.

Previously, I used to buy original DVDs, but now I can only afford to buy C.Ds. I used to party every night, but now they happen only alternate days.

Believe me, I am getting bankrupt. I have only a million left with me and I  have to pass 4 years of my college life.! Parth is my friend and he has promised to help me and thus will give me 1 paisa/click (how selfish!) on his blog that is outlooking life, so please please please read his blog and help me.

I hope you will read his blog more often just because you want to help me, although he writes crap.!

 

 

THANK YOU VERY MUCH PARTH FOR DOING THIS FOR ME.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               PS: don’t mention that my friend                                                  
PS:atlast I am able to update.
PS: next update coming in one day..

PS: rock on!! and plz do help th poor.

TWO BUCKETS OF WATER….

This is some serious issue. Don’t laugh out on this one please.

Water,the resource which is said to be the potential reason for another world war, is turning more and more precious. And once a thing starts becoming precious, it becomes a status symbol.

India, specially Madhya Pradesh, is facing this problem of water scarcity. So, this is what I think can happen in a few years, not only in India, but anywhere in the world. And mind it, the characters do not neccesarily belong to India.

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” Bye Honey! Will be back at seven.”

“Honey, you are forgetting something.”

And Mr.Lambert moved towards his wife. NO! They didn’t kiss! THey had something much more important. Mrs. Lambert handed him two buckets.

“Get them filled so that we are free for a month atleast.”

…………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Mr.Lambert picks up the newspaper kept on his office desk. It read:

“…Government ready to bring up a law by which the filmmakers will not be able to show water in the film.”

“…the movie ‘WATER’ ’s CD’s and DVD’s will not be available until they change the title of the movie.”

“….government lowers pricesof water. Good news for the citizens, although at the time of elections, that the water would be availableat Rs. 50/litre, Rs 2/litre less.”

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Mr.Lambert goes back home with two buckets full of water as he promised. While on the move, he is stopped by a group of boys.

“Open the doors. QUICK!!” One of them ordered and showed a gun.

Mr.Lambert, horrified, quickly opened the door. The boys got in. They saw one wallet lying and two buckets full of water.

As expected they took away the buckets and left the wallet.

Mr.Lambert, dissapointed, went back to his home. Her wife waiting for him. She didn’t see the buckets.

“What happened dear?”

He explained everything.

“Don’t worry we will register F.I.R and we will get the water back soon and we can take buckets back by the insurance money.”

PS: we STILL write here.

PS: its just that it was too long.

PS: rock on!!

Just another Birthday..!!

 

It was his birthday today. It was his 20th birthday. He had waited for this day for one year as everyone does. But this was special. He had always waitedfor this birthday to come. And he had always hoped that this will be good.

As the clock struck 00:00 hrs, phone calls started. He tried to attend every phone call. The ones who found it difficult to call because of balance or congestion, had sent him an s.m.s. Even people who he never expected to call, wished him. But still he waited. He waited for the whole day.

Every hour passed and he everytime cursed the telecom service for congestion. He hoped that because of congestion, it is not possible to call. And also that because of the congestion, her s.m.s has still not been delivered.

He waited. He saw the seconds pass away too quickly. He still waited. Waited for a call or a message. Waited for 24 hours. Calls kept coming in. Gifts kept coming in. It was his day. Everyone was celebrating for him. Wishing him whatever he wanted. But wishes didn’t came true.!

No call, not even a message from her. He was sad and worried and a little bit angry too. He didn’t tell this to anyone. He just smiled and made people think that he was happy.

When he told a friend, the friend suggested that she might be busy. Another one suggested that she might have a problem. But he just thought,

“…whatever the case may be, she should have atleast messaged atleast when I am eager to be the first person to wish her even though her birthday is always a ‘congestion day’ “

PS: One sentimental post, I guess.

PS: Feeling good after writing it.

PS: Thanks for the suggestion buddy..!

PS: best b’day msg I got…

How do you expect me to remember your birthday, when you never look any older….HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Indore to Shivpuri with Imran Khan_______II

“anyways I am Imran Khan” He said with a smile.

“I am Parth Walunjkar”

Not many people I am with on my way to home have been telling there names. May be I am a lil’ scary.!

“where are you heading to?” He genuiningly asked.

“Gwalior. AND you?”

“Shivpuri.”

“I am a student. What do you do?”

“I am a mechanic. Come to shivpuri and ask for Imran. Everyone know me there.” Wasn’t that too much!

“oh good.! So, you work for any company or you got your own workshop.”

“No I work for someone.”

“kewl.”

“Anyways Prath bhai. you were right saying that we are the one to blame.”

“Its parth.”

“Oh sorry! Parth bhai. you were right.”

“Yeah. But who cares to think this way. we just blame everyone else and away as soon as we can.”

“hmmm….quiet right. This is what happens every now and then in India. We get bombed somewhere or the other and the blame game starts. “

“Hindus blaming muslims for the blast but I suspect if there are hindus involved.!”

“In this mumbai attacks also??”

“Yeah may be.”

” i tell you .there may be only muslims in those attacks. I hate muslims because of this.” I was surprised to hear those words from a muslim.

“you are also a muslim. right?”

“yeah I am. But the point is those terrorists aren’t muslims then. Because my religion isn’t the one which teaches all this. My most friends are hindu. you know shivpuri is a place with hindus in majority. So, its obvious. But I fear even my friends might have doubt on me, just because I am a muslim, just because the terrorists are muslims.” Impressed!!!

“may be you are right.”

“Prath bhai…” Again PRATH! “….I haven’t studied much but I can still sense what people think.”

“I don’t get you.”

“I am muslim knowing this you also would be thinking about me as an alien.” Was I ?

“No . NO .no…Don’t think like that.Anyways change the topic. How much have you studied?”

“uptill 8th.”

“why not more?”

“i wasn’t good at study and I wanted to do something good. So, I started this.”

“good.! But imagine if you were an engineer! It would have been much better isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“why?”

“coz i once met an engineer who wasn’t able to solve the very lil problem which is the daily problem for us.”

“you haven’t seen good engineers then.”

“But still I think, PRATH bhai, even if I dont know how to work on a computer, i would be able to work ob it just that my speed will be less.” Hearing this, my mind got an Idea! An imaginary bulb shone bright over my head!!’*’

“Look, Imran bhai, today the world is fast. Time is more precious than money! So, if given something to finish we have to finish that work quickly. And this is what you can get with studying.”

“hmm…you talk right. Actually, even I want to study but I dont where from?”

“Go for NIOS.”

“NIOS?”

I explained all about NIOS to him. He was quiet convinced hearing it.

“Prath bhai, should I say one thing?”

“yeah, go on.”

“By the way you talk, you look to be one who will be successful.”

“oh..thanks” I said smiling. One comment I will look whenever I am down.

We talked about each other than. He told me he had a family. And that he had someone who he loves. And that he had told his parents about this. I wonder if  I would have the guts to do this!

He told me about shivpuri and his area. Everybody knew him there and even the influential personalities.

I  found a new friend in him. He wasn’t into his school life, but he was much more sensible from many who are PhDs. He knew his job best. As Shivpuri came, he invited me for tea.

“But bus wouldn’t stop buddy.!”

“Don’t worry ’bout it”

“why?” Hearing this he told something to a person standing beside him. That person went on to the bus driver and came back.

“Now it wont go until you drink tea.”

“what did you do?”

“that person went up to the driver and just asked him if he wants to still run his buses through shivpuri.” oohh!

We had tea together. As promised by Imran, tea was delicious. I am not a tea enthuciast but sometimes I too drink tea nd specially it is this good.

Tea was over and finally our journey together was also over. Not many times you meet starngers and in about 7-8 hours you make friends with them. It happened to me once and I don’t think it will happen to me again. Thank you IMRAN.

FROM,

PRATH BHAI

Indore to Shivpuri…wid Imran Khan_____I

Life gives you reasons to write your blog I guess, and that is why after a long time of solitude(is that the correct word?), I come again with something.

Something I was looking for, something or someone worth writing about. And god listens. He sends me Imran Khan.

Let me first clarify. He is not a celebrity and not the one you probably are thinking about. He is a normal person with a celeb name. But then what is the point writing about him?? Simplicity.

Let me not waste your time and start the story.

                                                                                                                                                             

“..hello…beta you should come to his marriage.”

“my xams are comming.”

“take two days holiday….”

“olrite…i will come …bubye”

Saying this I ended up the phone call with my mother. It was my brother’s marriage and I was eager to attend it, although my exams were approaching. But I decided to come back two days before the exams.

So, I packed my bags and rushed away to the bus stand. I went to a private bus service and took the tickets for the 8 pm bus. An autorickshaw driver escorted me(atleast someone escorted me.!) to the place where I was to wait for the bus. It was 7 30 and I had to eat something.

So, I left my lugguage at the stopping place and left to a “BHARTIYA BHOJNALAYA”. It was the name of the restaurant where you can get the bhartiya thali for Rs 30. So, I went in, ordered for a thali and fixed myself on one of the seat.

The food was good but something happened which was kind of ridiculuous for a person like me who doesnt eat everything and anything. As I was eating, I noticed a banner stuck on the wall. It said

“…if you left anything in your plate you will be charged Rs 5 extra for it…”

Paying for not eating??? And what if you leave it untouched?? Well, I was in a hurry so didn’t bother to think about it. I just ate what I wanted to and left handing Rs 30 to the owner.

I went back to the bus stop just to find that the bus was not yet there. I waited. Waited, hoping that it will come soon.

Soon, a bus came. But it wasn’t the one I was supposed to board. I still waited. Waited, hoping it would come soon. Waited,hoping the next bus which would come would be the one I was suppose to go in.

I waited for 10 more minutes and finally all my hopes came true. I went in to find my seat. The ticket said seat no. 15, but surprisingly there were no seat numbers on the seats.

“Bullshit…what to do now??”

Just then a person came in with some papers in his hands. He looked like the conductor or may be the driver.

I asked plainly. “where should I go?”

“there”, he pointed out to a seat. I went on and made myself comfortable.

“number 11?”, someone confused like me asked him.

“there.”, he pointed out to the seat besides me. HOW CAN 11 AND 15 both be side by side??!!??

“ek minit bhai.(one minute brother)” , the man with seat number 11 came towards me and asked me to shift so that he can get in.

“apka seat number?(your seat number?)” I asked politely.

“gyarah(eleven)”

“mera pandrah hai(mine is 15)” I said frowning.

“sahi hai(nice)”

“haan 15 aur 11 ek saath…kuch locha lag raha hai mereko(hmmm…11 and 15 side by side…something is definitely wrong)”

“kya farak padta hai(what so bothering?)”

“padta hai dost(yes it is). We are the ones who let it go and they do what they want.”

“tention not bhai..pandrah ek piche hogi…par seat hi hogi sleeping wali to ho nahi sakti…aapne paise to seat ke hi diye hain..(tention not brother…15 might be the back one…but it would only be the seating one…not the sleeping one…you’ve paid for seating only.)” He was certainly right.

“yeah right”

“anyways I am Imran Khan” He said with a smile.

“I am Parth Walunjkar”

To Be Continued…….

PS: Sorry for being soooooooo late writing a new post.

PS: thanks for waiting for it 

PS: ghajini would have been a much much better film.

PS:rehman losing his magic??(lattu??)

PS: i know he will be back with better music next time.

PS:rock on!!!

Three LESSONS of my life….!

#here comes another crap from my side adding to some more craps written by me on Outlooking Life..!!

Life teaches you some lessons which you can’t learn earlier than expected. You learn them only when you are required. Its like you are doing some course in a coaching institute andyou can’t learn the last lesson first. This is how it is and this is how it goeson forever. Some lessons life taught me recently:

• you can’t expect anything from others but they will expect everything from you.
• work should always be important to you than anything else. If you leave your work you are not happy and when you leave your work for someone that someone doesn’t value you. So, don’t ever put anything over your work.
• When you are depressed just do something deviating, do something you are passionate about and which you cando easily without disturbing others. Sing, write ,study- do anything which can takeyourmind away from all the tentions as I have donein my case. I have written this crap.

 

PS:the problem of mankind is that the expectations rise up exponenteially with power ‘n’but ‘n’ is not defined.

PS: I hope this is enough to make you read to some crap.

PS: sorry for too late update and that too a crap.

PS: do you care if I change the topic to “CRAP”

PS: anyways….rock on!!!

Another year Older

I am 19.

# I am writing this post when I am due with 5 Graphic Science Tutorials, one CYL110 quiz, a CSL 101 assignment, a continuous 16 hours street play practice and a lunch and a breakfast I missed today.

 

I turned 19. A rare event for anyone because one can turn 19 only once in his/her life. But what made this ‘19′ was indeed more special?

# Was that a Chemistry Quiz which I screwed a little because I reached late at the venue?

# Was it due the 144 scraps, 51 SMS and a few special calls I got as birthday wishes?

# Or the night-out for street play practice?

# Or due to the effect of ‘chappals’ that were posted on my ass as birthday bumps?

# Or because it was my first birthday in IIT and outside home?

# Or since I never celebrated my birthday with soo soo many people ever?

# Or because of her?

Well, all of the above. I want to say thanks to my roomies – Aakash and Manoj, to Bammo, who’s my best friend in IIT, my wingmates, my hostelmates, my street play team, my seniors, to all those who accompanied me here and made me feel like home.

I want to say thanks to my friends in Bhopal. Some people are irreplacable.

I want to say thanks to her. I am glad she’s back.

I want to say thanks to everyone.

And last but not the least, I want to pay my deep regards to a person who is responsible for making this birthday more than special. Thanks Nitya, without you, this day would not have been so significant.

I am very happy when I write this post. Thanks All !

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PS — I am not allowed to write more, because I am too short of time.

PS — I regret I missed Exuberance – Aravali Cult. Fest! May be next year.

PS — I share my birthday with my roommate. Interesting!

PS — Tough time ahead…majors coming..!

PS – Song of the day – Tu Hi To Meri Dost Hai – Yuvvraj (A R Rahman)

PS — I miss home.

PS — Tchao!

Girls,girls……………..more girls!!!

 

Imagine a scenario in which girls have outnumbered boys at IIT.

1.So what came to your mind?
2.What was the girl-boy ratio in your imagination?
3. Were you at an IIT?
4.If you were at an IIT, were you having a boyfriend err girlfriend?

I imagined a whole story for it.
2035, IIT Kharagpur
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Don’t  question ,” why kharagpur? “
Look kharagpur will still remain the IIT with maximum intake so better be there as more people makes more girls and more girls means more fun.
Story begins……….
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It’s a place dominated by girls. Boys are in the minority.
A girl is the gymkhana president (the student representative of IIT kharagpur in other words).
Kshitij (the annual techno-management fest of IIT Kharagpur) and Spring Fest (the cultural fest of IIT Kharagpur) team mainly consist of girls with a little participation of boys. Every boy has a girlfriend. Girls have a competition amongst themselves to have a boyfriend. Boys are a rare species at IIT.
First year, 2035, august
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The very fact that the ratio of girls in IIT has changed made the plot unacceptable but I want to share this with you as it is worth.
IIT is a place dominated by male members of the society. To be more appropriate we IITians are male chauvinistic. This opinion doesn’t makes us less vulnerable to the emotions a boy experiences just after the onset of puberty. He needs a girlfriend . It’s not so easy!!!
This is the perhaps the first time an average IITian thinks that he is a loser( same here!!).So, not boring you all further let me start with the story
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A rainy evening; I was walking alone back to my hostel. Suddenly a group of girls come and starts commenting on me. I was scared. I remembered what my mom says,” that beware of girls when it is dark”.
Girls started using words which cannot be mentioned here (even boys of the age of 2008 couldn’t think of using). I felt ashamed. One girl came towards me and started leering at me. I just couldn’t resist this behaviour. My inner voice said,” Be a man”. I gathered some strength came forward and gave the girl a tight slap. The whole group pounced on me and they hit me on every part of my
body( except that part!!).
I was clamouring for attention. I was helpless.
But I saw a ray of hope when a girl noticed us and started running for me!!!
I felt a sigh of relief. The gang of girls had to leave as they saw her.
The girl came and helped me to calm down.
We had a small conversation @ a canteen. Yeah!! This thing was the same. As people can change everything but still food is the primary factor of existence.
Here goes the conversation:
Vidushi (girl’s name): Which branch?

Me: Mining…..not so great??

Vidushi: No yaar…it’s a good branch. Let me tell you one fact,”23 minerals which are used in computers are mined by mining engineers”.

Me: Good knowledge!!!(I never knew)

Me: What is your branch?

Vidushi: Computer science.

Me: Good (shocked)

Vidushi: So how do you feel at IIT?

Me: Everything’s fine!!

Vidushi: No problem with girls?

Me: Yeah certainly…you just rescued me!!!…thnx

Vidushi: Anytime!!…..those girls need to be punished.

Me: Can I ask you a silly but personal question?

Vidushi: yeah sure…shoot

Me: Do you have a boyfff…

ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH ASHISH
This voice was of my room-mate who was performing his ceremonial duty of waking me up.
I woke up. What a story!! Certainly it couldn’t be a dream!!!
What all you people think?
Everybody at IIT thinks that the girl-boy ratio is  abysmal. Imagine the dream which I encountered!!
I know at least some of you might be not thinking in the same line after this post. 

PS: Visit my personal blog from here
PS: I’m the new co-author of this blog. Ashish Gourav
PS: I know this is a weird post but still most dreams are weird.
PS: I’m grateful to Himanshu and Parth…..thnx
PS: Keep reading this blog as I know this post could create some negative impact but Himanshu and Parth are good writers to handle this
PS: Bye

My UNIQUE bro..!

I still remember the day he was born. The news spread quickly. Quicker than it should have. The reason was obvious for the kind of world we are living in. The reason was his being an ‘abnormal’ baby. I was quiet small at that time, so was a little confused about the whole senario. But now after so many years and so much experience I can manage to think about it, about the whole scenario he would have faced, about the thinking of everybody else and about what should be done. I wont say that I have a very very good relation with him. No! I don’t because I haven’t met him from so many years. But we have a good relation, as anybody else would like to have.

What does abnormality actually mean???

Going by the word it convey meaning “not normal”. But this ‘not normal’ thing is taken as something very bad, kind of a sin. WHY!!?

Just because a person is different from others he is bad? Even if its not his fault. Its human nature to resists a change, but it does not seem “human” when the change is a human himself.! I have seen many parents feeling very deppressed about their child if he/she is ‘abnormal’ and I proud to know atleast a couple who has been taking care of their child considering him UNIQUE and a gift from god.

But the point is the aren’t abnormal, but they are UNIQUE. They are different from the so called normal people. Why be normal if you can’t even accept the UNIQUENESS of others??!?

People won’t understand that the persons who have acheived something big were UNIQUE. They didn’t think normal. They never considered themselves in the so called ‘abnormal’ normal league and thats the only reason they succeeded.

There are many famous personalities who were not ‘normal’, but the world of the so called ‘normals’ should be grateful that they were born.

I don’t say that show sympathy towards the UNIQUE people, instead I say behave as one always does. Don’t make them beleive they are out of the league.

A blind person wouldn’t like if you tell him that you are sympathatic for him loosing his eyesight.!

Anyways, just to conclude,

think BIG, think DIFFERENT, think UNIQUE

 

PS:just rock on!!

Memories of the PAST…!

 

 

 

 

A new life at a new place. It was something he was waiting for from so long. He would make friends and even more importantly, he would be in another city, enjoying, away from all the mistakes he did in his past. But he knew being away from home would be difficult but the excitement overpowered the sadness. So, he was ready for the new world.

He made friends quickly. He was liking  the place. It was what he thought about before coming. Kind of a SMALL dream come true. No one to interfere, no one to blame. Just when he thought he would have a better life, he came to a standstill.

He saw her ‘once upon a time classmate’ sitting in his class. She wasn’t his classmate but they were good friends then. They haven’t met during past 7 years. The faces had changed, but still some traces of the personality remained. And also some memories.

He was confused about the situation. Even she didn’t show as if she knew him. He remembered everything now. Every moment passing by him was turning to be embarrassing. He remembered himself standing in school uniform with two of his classmates and talking with them.

“What man. Don’t embarras me.” , he said.

“Oh yeah!! you MO*********R, then why is the need to be friends with a girl?”

“If I am friends witha girl girl that doesn’t needits about sex. Do you get it? And if you don’t get it she isn’t like that. I am nota low standard guy. My standard is higher than her.”

Speaking this was what he considered his biggest mistake when he saw her standing next to himself.

Life goes circles they say, and here he was, remembering old memories and thinking about the upcoming days. Confused about talking to her or not he spent his night thinking. What if she doesn’t talk? What if she does and says something which he wouldn’t like?
Varoius thoughts came into his mind, but he decided that he would take the initiative.

Next day at college he would go and try his luck. Rest depends on her.

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He woke up and glanced at the timetable.

“LAB!!”, his eyes sparkled.

Lab was an oppurtunity for him to talk to her. He was still nervous whether it would be worth it or not.

The time he was waiting for had come. She was there and he thought he had the oppurtunity. They were sitting facing each other. But both kept ignoring each other as if they had seen each other first time. The urge of talking to her was increasing. He was about to start the mission. He opened his mouth but with great timing the lab assistant announced his name.

” You are in the first batch. come here!”

It seemed oppurtunities many a times are not meant for us,that we are always on the darker side when it matters. He kept on htinking about his bad luck. Thinking of it wouldn’t restrain the lab assistant to give him the experiment to write.

So, he was back to his place, writing his experiment and cursing his luck. Thinking, he wouldnot be able to get an oppurtunity like this again.

Thhe bell rang and he almost finished writing his experiment, just when he heard a voice.

“Excuse me?”

He was astonished to see the girl behind her. God had different plans. The one he wanted to talk to came to him. He somehow managed to utter some words which sounded like “yes?”

“Are you Rahul?”

“yeah”

“Didn’t you recognise me ?”

“yeah. Priya right?” , he knew he was damn right.

“yup. How are you?”

And they went on to be better friends.

PS: Finally got some time to write.

PS: Didn’t get a better ending of this story.

PS: Indore is good and i m loving the colg.

PS: only negative is the unavailability of internet

PS: rock on!!!