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Run away WITH hope…!

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It has been a long time since Ramesh and Asha were in love..! They both worked together in a call center. That is where they found love. That is where they met each other. It wasn’t love at first sight but they took their time and thus they became more determined and more sure about their love.

But it had been a long time now. Asha’s parents wanted her to get married now. They didn’t really liked her to work in the call center and specially at night after all the wrong news coming through about the safety at night for the call center women.

So, Asha ‘troubled’ Ramesh.

“Talk to my parents na.”

“I will one day.”

“And when will this day come?” She really wanted him to talk.!

“Someday. Can’t you have some patience?”

“What patience Ramesh? My parents are trying to get me married. I just want you to talk to them about it or else someone else will marry me.”

“Alright. I will come to your home tomorrow then.”

“really?” Why do no girl believe?

And so, as he promised, Ramesh went to Asha’s home.

“So, you work with Asha.?” Was that a question or just a reminder?

“yes sir.”

“And?”

“And…”

“Speak up boy. Why are you here?”

“I want to marry your daughter.”

“And why would I agree with you?” He was so cold. Wasn’t he?

“Because sir, we both love each other.”

“Do you even know what love is ?”

“What kind of question is it sir?” He was determined to make him loose.

“A simple, straight question. Isn’t it? You don’t have an answer. Do you?”

“I..I have one. For me love is the feeling which keeps you keeping your lover happy.”

“Well..I dont agree.”

“Then, what for you is love?”

“Thats none of your business and that not important. Whats important is you should better leave.”

“What about our marriage?”

“Ashutosh.!Ashutosh.!….” he shouted for Asha’s brother.”….escort him out please.”

Ramesh just smiled on this. He could do nothing. He just had to go with all his dreams shattered. He now only knew that he was not going to marry Asha. He lost all hope. 

As he was going out, he almost cried.

“Seems like you love sis very much.” Ashutosh observed.

“Yes. I do. I really do.”

“Then why losing hope?” Is this what he was supposed to say?

“Are you kidding me.? You saw what your father did. Didn’t you?”

“yeah I did. He is against cross caste marriage actually. Thats why he did that.”

“Whatever…”

“Don’t lose hope.”

“Then what should I do?”

“Run away with hope.!” As he said that, he handed over two tickets to Ramesh. And he continued.

“Asha is waiting for you at the railway station. She talked to father about you today and knew what was going to happen. The train is half an hour from now, so you better hurry. “

“Really?” Its not only the girls who don’t believe. :P

“Yeah.!now go and RUN AWAY with HOPE.”

PS: for those who didn’t get what I was talking about….Asha is the hindi word for hope. ;)

PS:Now you got it…right?

PS:SO, run away wid hope. ;)

PS:I  wish even the Ugandan children RUn AWAy WITH hope :)

PS: rock on!!

TWO BUCKETS OF WATER….

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

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. :P

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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.”

………………………………………………………………………………

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

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!!!

IIT Punjab ~ An Unwoven Dream

# This post is dedicated to those people who believe that I cannot write on anything except girls. Although this post is a bit boring, but you must read it if you are concerned with it in any way.

It is said that great men have great visions or may be vice-versa. When Jawahar Lal Nehru established IITs in 1950s-60s, he had a vision, a vision of a scientifically and technically strengthened nation. The dream cherished and we got a highly prestigious and respected system of 7 technical institutions classified as the best in the world.

Then another man got a vision. This time the vision was not of a national interest but more of a political. He decided to repeat the history by establishing 8 new IITs. The man was Arjun Singh. The most interesting thing being he completed this convulating job in a few months. He established 6 new IITs in scratch without laying even a single brick. Some people call it miracle and I call it What the F!

So the most debatable question of all the times: “Is it justified?”

I will not try to answer that. Instead I would like to present my personal views on IIT Punjab which is mentored by my great college ~ Indian Institute of Technology Delhi. For the facts (as written in IIT Punjab official page):

IIT Punjab will be located at Roopnagar (formerly Ropar), along the bank of the Sutlej river, about 50 kms from Chandigarh. However, since the setting up of the new IIT in its final location will take some time, IIT Delhi has been requested to incubate the IIT Punjab”

Therefore, the 120 so-called ‘NewIITians’ are residing in IIT Delhi campus. Girls are provided accommodation in Himadri Hostel while boys live in IP Apartments.

Mainly, IIT Punjab is benefitted by having their ‘gestation period’ in IIT Delhi. But there are some cons of it also. First lets see how its benefited:

# SENIORS

I feel this is the most important factor. What makes a college culture? Is it infrastructure? Is it faculty? Is it the facility provided?

No.

Its the seniors.  They make the culture of the college. They tell you what’s a college life, how things work here and how they don’t. Of course it comes with the cost of a little ragging but that’s also justified if its within the limits.

Let me give you an example of IIT Patna which is not currently functional in any other existing IIT. They are not having seniors. My friend who’s studying there told me that it still feels like a school there.

IIT Delhi provides them a ’senior support’ for their transformation from a school-chick to a college-dude. Also, this will help them in becoming a good senior when they’ll return to their own place.

# SYSTEM

IITs are not colleges, they are IITs. Its the system of IITs which distinguish them. Of course these students, while living in IIT Delhi will learn the system of an IIT. They will realise the standard of this world class institution and also to how far they’ll have to work to make their new college, one.

# the IITD factor

What else, they are getting to stay for one year in IIT Delhi man, the dream place for lakhs of people. And this was the sole reason why people picked IIT Punjab over other new IITs in the JEE counseling. Some of them also hoped that construction of buildings at Punjab were delayed in case, (whose probability is still high considering the efficiency of Indian Govt.) then there’s a good chance that they’ll complete their B.Tech here only in Delhi.

These were the advantages. Now time for some cons:

# PRIDE

Its something else in studying at your own college whatever or however it may be. But these students realised this later.

# DETACHMENT

The students of IIT Punjab are kind of ignored or aloofed from the mainstream. They are not allowed in Inter-Hostel events which is a major blow for their college life. Moreover, their classes are held separately in MS completely apart from the IITD students. Most of the IITD students haven’t interacted with even a single IITP student. It gets them detached from the rest.

# DISCRIMINATION

May this not be the case, or they think like this way, but IITP students feel they are discriminated both by IIT Authorites and IITD students. As the matter of fact, IITD students have been provided mostly with air-conditioned classrooms and other excellent facilities, but IITP students don’t. As mentioned above, they are also being detached from the mainstream.

Moreover, there are cases of student-discrimination, especially in girls. Girls of IITP stay with IITD girls in Himadri. The condition is just like preparatory course students living with first-year students. I guess, this explains everything.

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What do they feel about all this

I’ve asked a few IITPians this question and with no exception, all of them said they want to go to their own college. Its good its IIT Delhi, but its not theirs and that’s what really bothers them. Plus the above points of discrimination and detachment aggravate them.

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What Do I Feel about IIT Punjab

Since we are having guests in our college, so this is surely a nice question to ask. Before answering this question, I’ve discussed the issue with some of my friends and seniors. But still whatever I write here should not be taken as a general opinion.

Mainly I don’t care if they are here. Since I never meet them, never interact with them, for me they don’t exist. Establishment of new IITs is a depressing decision for me. Don’t be mistaken, we are still talking about the famous Indian Institutes of Technology, which have made a mark for themselves all over the world as the strongest Indian brand. Fortune 500s, the Navratnas, the PSUs, the Scientists – you name it, they are there. And the government believes it can recreate the brand overnight, even without a single brick being laid? Without any external support? WITHOUT FACULTY?

I can safely say that the system teaches you much more outside the classroom than inside. So, all those dumbfucks in Delhi need to realise that just announcing the formation of IITs within their ignorant midst does not make the IITs, you’ve got to arrange infrastructure, faculty and facilities for them before you start.

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FINAL COMMENT

Mainly, I feel sympathy for these ‘newIITians’. Also in particular, I really want IITD authorities to take measures to bring IITP students into  play. Although, their future is still in dilemma but don’t forget they are the IITians. The cream of the country. And that’s enough. The reputation of a college does not depend on its building, but the students studying there. 

And for those who believe that the reputation of exisitng IITs have diluted because of them, I am sorry you are wrong. It is true that the top 2% in JEE is the cream. But its just a part of the cream. The cream can be denser.

If every student in the US, graduates out from a good university- not associating himself with this mad JEE kind of competition, and still be called a good graduate, why not most students from India?

Although its sad to see that politics have infilitrated into education too, but one thing that’s also true is that ‘every cloud has a silver lining’.

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PS — Rendezvous is coming. Lets see if I can see ’something’ in it. :P

PS — Please stop asking about marks I got in minor I.

PS — Yesterday saw ‘Lifestyle’ rehearsals in WindT. Goddamn man…..

PS — I just can’t understand, how God designed such beautiful women. 

PS — Sorry for the boring post. But can’t help. ;)

PS — Adios.

FREEDOM!!

Mr. Mehta, a respected personality in the area was invited as the chief guest in the republic day celebrations. He, no doubt was the most eligible person for this ‘responsibility’. Watching himself in the mirror once again he said, “Lets go. I don’t want to be late.”

His son was already waiting at the driver seat when both of them came out of the den. JAY MEHTA was just into his job and wasn’t interested in the independence day celebrations. But no doubt he was not going to go against his ‘patriotic’ father. So, they went straight to the JAWAHAR GROUND.

Surprisingly for JAY there were many people waiting for the program to start and more importantly most were school or college students. For the first time he felt the inspiration his father was. He glanced at his father who was by now out of the car and proceeding to the stage and whispered sorry for not respecting the inspiration. Suddenly the independence day was beginning to feel good.

……………….15 mins after………..

The program had started and there were some songs and plays before his father’s speech. He was waiting curiously for the speech. He heard about the inspirational speeches, how he delivers them and how people get inspired with his speeches. But this was the first time he was going to hear it live.

The announcer spoke out Mr. Mehta’s name and he was on his way to deliver yet another inspirational speech.

“Dear countrymen. We are here to celebrate our freedom. Not just to celebrate, but also to remember the people who worked hard for it. We, the Indians are a free regime now. Free to work hard for OURSELVES.” He pressed hard on the word ‘ourselves’.

“And we have to work hard to make India a great country. To make ourselves a better life. To make India proud. JAI HIND!!!”

And the ground was filled with voice of the national anthem as soon as he unfurled the national flag. It is always a proud moment for every person to watch the national flag of his country fluttering. JAY was also feeling the same. He was happy now that he had attended his dad’s speech.

They went back home. He went to his room and switched on some metallica songs. He was listening to them on a high volume.

“JAY a lil low son.”

“sorry mom.” He made the volume a lil’ low. Maybe he was bored or maybe he was not in mood to listen to mettallica , he switched off the stereo. He went to the hall and switched on the T.V- changed the channel to an English movie channel. It was showing ‘The Lord Of The Rings’. One of JAY’s favorite and thus JAY was wanting to watch it.

The door bell rang and in came Mahesh uncle. He was a colleague of Mr. Mehta. JAY turned to him.

“Hi, Mahesh uncle….” And his father interrupted.

“Atleast say JAI HIND today.”

JAY was a little bit angry but didn’t mind.

“JAI HIND uncle.”

“JAI HIND” And he walked in the guest room with Mr. Mehta.

Time was passing smoothly. After an hour or so, his father came out and turned the channel to a ‘more patriotic’ one. It was showing the old Hindi patriotic songs. JAY was pissed with this controlling behavior.

“What is this ?”

“this what?”

“why did you change the channel?”

“today is independence day.”

“so??”

“so you should listen to some patriotic songs.”

“and why is that?”

“because I am saying this.”

“plz. the movie is about to finish.”

“no”

“why cant I ?”

“you should obey ur father.”

He didn’t say anything. He knew he had already missed the movie. But then he thought “IS THIS FREEDOM?”

PS: HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!! to both PAKISTAN AND INDIA

PS: LAST POST CREATED A LOT OF TRAFFIC FOR US >>>WITH VERY LESS COMMENTS>>>>STOP BEING HYPO CRITIC PEOPLE!!

PS: rock on!!!

QUOTA SYSTEM -The division

The quota or the reservations is quiet popular in India now a days. What does it actually mean?? According to wikipedia quota means

Reservation in Indian law is a form of affirmative action whereby a percentage of seats are reserved in the public sector units, union and state civil services , union and state government departments and in all public and private educational institutions, except in the religious/ linguistic minority educational institutions, for the socially and educationally backward classes of citizens or the SC or ST who were inadequately represented in these services and institutions.

Caste is the factor mainly which is used as the basis of these reservations. We have SCs, STs, OBCs and then also the generals. Now here in the definition given by the wikipedia, its given “Backward classes”. The point of discussion is why were they considered the backward classes.

  • They were the ones who were not able to come up in the society because of the so called upper classes.
  • This also made them a weaker and also the poor section of the society

But as of now, this has changed, not everywhere in India, but most of the parts. The backward classes people are now coming up and becoming richer. This is something because of the quota system. But I found as a general you feel humiliated and also as an Indian you fell humiliated. As a general I don’t say don’t give quotas or finishing off quotas, but I think things should change much faster than they have. There are many flaws in the quota system, some of which I have tried to gather.

Flaws

  • First and the most important one, it divides us (Indians) into different castes, classes etc. etc. Is this what we want!!!
  • quotas are not in the primary education but are in the higher education. Now this ruins everything. The person who can get primary education has more chances to get secondary education. People who are living in the villages are not getting education. The children there are going straight to the farms at the age of schooling. They are the ones who are needed to be lifted up. Not the ones who are getting the primary education from a very respected school in big cities.
  • The quotas may benefit the SCs and STs to get admissions, but when it comes to job recruitment, the company don’t have quotas. So, only the better persons would get job. You may say this is fair enough, but what is the fault of the person without quota, who doesn’t even get admission.!
  • There are many poor people who fall under the general caste. But they don’t get the benefit.

I don’t say that SCs ,STs or OBCs are not poor or they don’t need quota. I say that there are still more poor people who fall under the reserved classes, but we can’t skip the ones who fall under general and are poor.

Also there are people who fall under general category but don’t get good colleges that they deserve.

Why are we dividing ourselves on the name of developing?? Why can’t we consider ourselves as one single nation?? Why can’t the person who deserves get what he deserves??

WHY THE HELL ARE WE CONSIDERING OURSELVES INTO CASTES???

A night to remember….

Just shifted to my hostel in a city I had never been to. Everyone agreed that the colleges are good enough in this city and thus I had worked hard for getting admission into one of them. And I was successful and thus I was spending my first night in this hostel, without my family for the first time ever.!! Everyone said its a good college. I agreed to them but now I was feeling” why did I ??”

I was feeling the homesickness taking over my mind. But I knew it wouldn’t be good to let that happen. So, I picked up my guitar(Yes, I play guitar) and started singing some songs. I was passionate about singing and guitar. I had always dreamed of myself being a successful singer. I always liked to play my guitar when I was alone.

So, I was singing. But may be god had something else on his mind.

Lights went off. Power failure!! No fans in summers !!!! Shit.!!!

But that didn’t let my singing go down. I was still singing. But then when power failures happen in India, you have save yourselves from the mosquitoes and all other kind of insects available. So, I went out of my room with my guitar and headed to the roof. I was now on top of my hostel. Cool wind was blowing and no one there. It was perfect for me to sing and enjoy myself. So, I started playing my guitar and started to sing some ‘HINDI’ pop songs.
It was dark all over the place. I was enjoying. Suddenly the homesickness went sick. It just disappeared. And suddenly the bulb near the door lightened.

“Light agayi”, I said to myself and started to pack my guitar.

Suddenly I saw someone approaching me. A boy was standing there.

“hey you”, he called.

“ya?”

“what ya ?? say ya sir. I m your senior.”, he ordered.

Oooo Maaaeee Gaaaawwd!!! C-near!!!

“sorry sir”

I had heard about ragging through my friends and I was very scared just at the thought of it. It looked like I just will have to witness it right now.

“just chill boy. dont be afraid. I m your senior and my name is prateek. ANd unfortunately for you I m also the in charge of the cultural comity.”

I was just listening to him, still a little bit scared. I didn’t knew what was to come.

“yes sir.”

“abe its ok. ab main teri ragging lunga.”

Afraid of what he said I tried to stand still.

“and you have to do only one thing….” I was prepared for the worst.”….tomorrow morning just meet me at the music room at 8 sharp. YOU are in the college band.”

PS:you loved pehli nazar(race)??? and its copied….search youtube.

PS: i m still thinking of what to write in the ps.

PS:no i m not writing anything

A Morning to Remember

It was a sunny morning and the window in my room made it even more beautiful. I just wake up thinking of the girl I loved. Her name is-Ipshita. She is my classmate. Although I love her from the deepest corner of my heart I don’t have the courage to tell her. But I think she also likes me and so, I am waiting for the best time to tell her about my feelings. I wont say she is the most beautiful girl by face, but she is the most beautiful person for me. And being a good friend I am always with her.

Its good to be not good in studies and having a studious “girl” as a friend. I was feeling an urge to talk to her, so I thought I should call her. But call her without any reason??? My head doesn’t have a brain I suppose or if it is there it doesn’t work for sure. I wasn’t getting any reason to call her !!!!! I was agitated, irritated and disappointed at the same time!!

I wished, ” Do something Oh! God.”

He heard me too quick, for my mobile rang and it was Ipshita. I thanked god and picked up her call.

“hello”

“hey DJ.what you doing?”. My name is Dhananjay and she called me DJ.

“Nothing…just woke up thinking of you……i mean last days class of yours.” Phew!!!! Just escaped.

“well…Free now?”

“yup.”

“OK. Then come to my home.”

“why ? No studies today yaar.” I argued.

“No studies. There is something MORE special.” That ‘MORE’ meant studies were special??? Not for me offcourse.

“Whats special?”

“you come na…. I will tell you.”

“Ok… coming.”

“Come just now.”

” ok ok let me atleast get fresh.”

“ok…bubyee”

“bubye”

Special??? I was eager to know that. It looked that she was in a good mood. God was doing it. He listened to me.!! I thought of telling about my feelings. But I was nervous. Nervous as hell.

I freshened up and made myself look better. I said to myself ” I am looking handsome” just to get some confidence. I don’t know if it worked.

Took my bike and went straight to Ipshita’s home. KNOCK KNOCK!!

The door opened.

“hey!”

“hi”

“Come in.”

“No one is at home? uncle aunty??”

“No. they went to Gwalior yesterday night. That is why it is something special.”

My heart skipped a beat. I thought ‘will she propose me before I do ??’

“oh. cool.”

“WONT you ask whats special?”

“oh ya.whats special??”

“ten minutes and you will know it” I don’t know why she wanted me ask about it then.

TEN MINUTES!!!!! Wow. It was hard to wait but I would wait.

“anyways….” I manged some confidence.”….I need to talk to you.”

“OH. you don’t require my permission.”

“Ohk…umm”

“Now say!!!”

“ya let me say??” And she nodded. She was looking straight to me and it made me even more nervous. I went to the fridge and took out a bottle and drank some water. Boy!!! I was REAL nervous.

“DJ!!! Say!!!”

“ok ok …yeah…..we are very good friends…..and we both like each other isn’t it??”

“yeah…ok then??”

“then …i just wanted to tell you….” And the door bell rang. SHIT!!!!! I gathered my confidence for this door bell ????

“Special is here I guess. I will just go and open my door.” Her eyes sparkled.

“ohk..” I was gathering my confidence once again. Let this ’special’ thing come up and I will give her the best thing in the world.

“DJ come here!!!”

“No…..take the special thing here.”

“ohhhhkkk….as you wish.”

And I saw the ’special thing’. He was a tall, handsome, muscular boy.

“Raj ….meet my best friend DJ..”

I smiled but didn’t understand how ‘he’ was special. May be I was a dumbo.

We shook hands then she introduced Mr. Raj to me.

“DJ…this is Raj….” And she blushed “…my boyfriend.”

PS: worried about college. :(

PS:song of the post

kahin to hogi(jaane tu ya jaane na)

PS also read AN EVENING TO REMEMBER and also THE CHOWKIDAR

The Chowkidaar

I usually go for walk during night because I like the privacy in darkness. But that day, I decided to go for a morning walk.

It had rained in night so the road was wet. I have a fixed path for walk ~ Katara Hills Road, then out of the colony to finally a newly built Government Hostel. After that, there’s a dead end. I would sit there, listen songs and drool into my nonsense thoughts.

As usual in 15 minutes, I reached the Government Hostel and sat on stairs. The hostel is newly built and no one lives there. In night, it seems to be haunted place and therefore, there is much more fun going there in night.

I was listening to music. As the song reached to my most favourite lines, I heard a Chowkidaar shouting at me.

“Hey…mmmm…Boy..!”

I stopped the song. He was in his late-thirties or early-fourties. He was fit because he came running towards me. I had seen him for the first time, may be because it was the first time I went there in morning.

“What are you doing here?”, he shouted again.

“Nothing….just relaxing.”

“Is this a park?”

“Umm…well no..the place is nice. So I just thought…”

“Chal chal…….now leave.”, he said.

He was sounding so arrogant that my mind also started functioning like that. Who was he to spoil my morning? The place is isolated. Why not use the government property! And what harm I can do here!

“Hey….this is a public property. Everyone can use it.”, I said. After all I was more educated than him. I can make him dumb.

“Who says?? This is a restricted zone.”, he said and pointed out his finger to a pole.

“The main gate is supposed to be built there. It is forbidden to come beyond that.”, he said proudly.

“Where’s the gate? I can’t see it.”

“It will be built in a month.”

“Ohkk…then I won’t come after a month.”, I said and laughed.

I was enjoying the argument. It was a morning time-pass. I was feeling the power of education. Education brings confidence. And after all, I am an IITian also. This very thought made me indulge into unneccessary controversies.

“India is a free country. Everyone can go anywhere. If you say its a restricted zone, you must put a notice board here.”, I said.

“Hey…..don’t you teach me. You leave from here or not?”, he was agitated. I was enjoying.

“Ohkk……first proof that this is a restricted zone and I’ll leave.”, I said.

He left speechless. This increased my over-confidence.

“Show me some legal document or guidelines which says I am not allowed to sit here.”, I smirked.

It was fun to tease an arrogant Chowkidaar. I started playing my song again. And he left.

“Wait a minute, I just come.”, he yelled.

“I am waiting.”, I exclaimed.

May be he was going inside to call his senior officials. Or to bring some document etc. to show me the proof. But who cares…!

I was again lost in the song and my nasty thoughts when I heard him shouting at me again.

“Now what yaar!!!”, I roared and looked towards me.

He had holded a long and thick wooden stick and was approaching towards me with a fast pace. He reached me in few seconds.

“So, what kind of proof you were asking?”, he uttered in rage.

Instantaneosly, all the power of education and the IITian’s reputation surrendered in front of the wooden stick. I was out of words to say something. I apologized politely and promised him that I won’t visit here again. I left.

Yaar……tell me one thing, who says?? “Kalam talvaar se jyada balwaan hoti hai!”

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PS — Really sorry for the soo soo late update.

PS — There are two reasons for this:

PS — I have become too lazy.

PS — My internet connection has cut down a few days ago.

PS — MTV Spiltsvilla ~ I like Yamini. ;)

PS — Planning to watch next movie in Priya PVR only.

PS — 11 days left.

PS — IIT Delhi……….I am coming. ;)

PS — Adios.

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