Last Day @ Aricent

13 June 2005, i was right there in front of plot 31 gate, waiting for my turn to get my employee batch."your employee ID is 5132,please collect your bag and get into your bus", He said.He was one of the HR guys, distributing employee IDs and bags to the new employees.Bus was almost full,but somehow i managed to get a seat, and we all started our journey with a roaring engine.
"What's up Amit, sleeping all day", Ramya almost woke me up. "What happen to your Pronto 324567".She asked."O god !!!, that pronto has been marked CNN, and please today is my last day, i am going to write my last day @aricent mail, will you please",i said.
"Ya but my treat", she demanded."at 5.00PM in plot 31, now please", i pleaded."Ok baba, i am leaving", She said and moved to meenakshi's desk, probably to discuss PR324567.and i saw around, people moving from one desk to other, discussing TBF make break, BSCPET issues, and
"That journey ends here, Today is my last day in Aricent.It has been around 2 months since i have resigned.Everyone has reacted differently to me leaving The Company. Some are genuinely sad. Some are not sad at all, and are very excited for me.Others are curious and a bit envious. Some couldn’t care less. And I imagine some feel left behind.The lesson here is that everyone reacts differently to change, and you have to be prepared for all reactions.whatever these 2 years have been really wonderful,and when i see myself today I am a much more confident person than I was two years back and all credit goes to this company and my friends here.I am carrying with myself an immense wealth of knowledge and a great attitude." i said to myself.
I cleared my inbox, deleted all of my files from my computer, and packed up my desk. My Manager scheduled my exit discussion for 4:00pm, so I got a full day to browse the internet and tie up any loose ends.it was almost 4 so i started moving towards Vaishali, probably for the last time.It was going to be my job for life! But !!!

I came I saw I won I left !!!

Life After Marriage !!!!

Ok, i am sorry for being so late , i have been trying so hard to write something but you know, how is life after marriage...no you don't, Ok i tell you...
Before anything i tell you an incident...it was my first lie, and probably the best i could ever say with so much ease..

we went to some temple at my home place, and as soon as we came out of it, Neha asked me ,"What did you pray for", i said promptly,"Nothing" ,and I don’t know what was wrong with my answer for Neha immediately got upset. She said, like a true life-partner , I should have prayed for our family and kids and in-laws etc. When her lecture went on and on for what seemed like eternity, I delivered my lie, "Neha, you know what…I did pray for all that. Elders say that telling our prayers to others renders it ineffective,now if anything goes wrong with us,it is your fault, not mine.”. hehehehe :)..i am kidding...
Anyway the moral of the story is, you have to understand the emotions of your partner if not everytime then atleast at the right time, as in temples and parks...:)
As i haven't shifted into my own BHK(1,2,3 depends upon the availability and my ability) and i am still sharing my room with my room mates, so my life has not been changed much but i know "form is temporary , class is permanent"...so one day i will have to mend my ways ...
oho, i was about to answer your question, "hoz life after marriage"...I would really love to hear what other married prople would answer when thrown this question at them. In the initial days, it used to be fun to answer this question and I tried to give different answers(sometimes funny ones) but after a while, I really ran out of options and just started saying "Itz fine!".But now i think my answer shd be different.So probably i would say, you can do every damn "good" thing that you have been doing so far, marriage has its one fringe benefits but does not take away your existing ones at all.My answer to the question will henceforth be "Life after marriage is as "good" as it had always been" and I am sure all married folks will concur...

Now some tips for a better married life...

Respect her....infact you can generalize this rule, respect girls, and you don't have to show it, girls usually know it well...

Love your partner...nd show it to her..magic line "I love you", say it twice loudly, twice slowly and twice by heart(you can skip this part btw)and never generalize this, if you do ,there are least chances that you will do any good

Trust...Thats' the keyword, use it as much as you can...

Sweet song for a very sweet lady

This is a beautiful song from movie "Delhi heights", lately this has been my fav, so wod like to post it here. n for non punjabi people, english version is also there.n if you don;t know any of these languages, read it by heart...n u will understand, :-)

tere bin / besides you
sanu sohnia / my love
koi hor nahio labhna / i shalln't find another

jo dave / who'll give
ruh nu sakun / peace to my soul
chukke jo nakhra mera / and indulge me

ve main sare ghumm ke vekhia / i have gone and seen it all
amrika , roos, malaysia / america, russia, malaysia
na kittey vi koi fark si / there wasn't any difference
har kise di koi shart si / they all had some condition

koi mangda mera si sama / some asked for my time
koi hunda surat te fida / some were fascinated with my face
koi mangda meri si vafa / some demanded my fidelity
na koi mangda merian bala / none wanted my demons

tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / my love
mangni merian bala / no one will share my misfortunes

tere bin / besides you
hor na kise / no one else
karni dhup vich chhan / shall shade me in the sun

jiven rukia / (the) way you paused
si tun zara / slightly
nahion bhulna / i shan't forget
main sari umar / all my life

jiven akhia si akhan chura / you said, looking away
"rovenga sanu yad kar" / "you shall weep in my memory"

hasia si main hasa ajeeb / i laughed a strange laugh
(par) tu nahi si hasia / but you didn't
dil vich tera jo raaz si / you had a secret in your heart
mainu tu kyon ni dasia / why didn't you tell me

tere bin / besides you
sanu eh raz / none shall tell this
kise hor nahion dasna / secret to me

tere bin / besides you
peerh da ilaaj / no doctor
kis vaid kolon labhna / will be able to cure my ills

milia si ajj mainu / i found today
tera ik patra / a note of yours
likhia si jis 'te / on which you had scribbeled
tun shayr varey shah da / a Waris Shah couplet

park ke si osnu / upon reading which
hanjnu ik duliya / a teardrop fell
akhan 'ch band si / what was locked in the eyes
eh raaz ajj khulia / was revealed today

ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjnu / these tears of mine
kise hor / won't be kissed by
nahio chumna / none else

ki tere bin / that other than you
eh mere hanjhu / these tears of mine
mitti vich rulnha / will wither in the dust

Marriage - My Take !!!

I am getting married n that's official now :-)
So i decided to post something about my take on this special moment of my life.It's a relationship of commitment toward one another, seeking to serve the interests of one another. Actually it's a very difficult situation for many people, they see it as an added responsibility, but i believe there should be someone who can discipline me a bit,look you should always have an eye witness of your life and that's the way it is.

Now something for you "Neha", One day you asked me , if it would be the last time, Well !!!
If i know that it would be the last time that i see you walk out the door, i would give a hug n call you back for one more...if i know it would be the last time when i would be there to share your day, well,i won't let it slip away...but there will always be another day to say i love you,there will always be another chance to say "anything i can do", but just in case i might be worng. n today is all i get. i would
like to say how much i love you, how much i feel for you ...n i will keep saying untill tomorrow comes....!!!

Few Dreams !!!

Dreams, few funny , few scary...and that is the way i move from one night to other day..few dreams will probably remain unachieved thorughout, but i care no less for them.
How many times you have seen yourself falling from a 5 storey building but have your ever touched the ground? No, and that's the problem, i mean even in my dreams i can't catchup with my dreams...:)
One night i saw, one of my friend was murdered and my other friend got arrested for the case, and after investigation i found that the real culprit was dhaundy...hehehe sorry buddy but you should not have hid that knife in a programming book, but hell you didn't have anything else not even in dreams .Very recently i again saw one of my friend "chitvan",as a supari killer, he goes to some place in haridwar to kill a person, but he himself gets caught in the process by some gundas , who beat him almost to death and later we 4 (dubey, khemu, shukla and me)go for his rescue...hehehe....and we find him hung ulta on a tree, what a stupid scene that was...lol
I actually find most of my dreams make me chuckle at some point when I remember them. Guess a lot of it is context and having to be there, but sometimes things are just too ridiculous, hehehehe.
One of my more recent favorites still had to beat the 'Beverage Villain' as I eventually dubbed him... your classic villain from a black and white silent film, tall, thin with a long wiry mustache.He controlled the various elements like fire and wind and he used them to further his evil plot of flooding the soda pop market with his own brand of canned beverage.He went so far as to wire an entire building with explosives in order to ensure I did not try to meddle with his evil plan. Yeah, I meddled, the building blew up with me in it, hah.
I am quite sure it is a lot funnier to me than anyone else simply because I was there, but I do still have a soft spot in my heart for that poor guy... certainly one of the less successful villains in my dreams, hehee
will add few more dreams...so keep visiting :)

Alone !!!

आप से गिला, आप की कसम, सोचते रहे कर सके ना हम...उसकी क्या खता ला-दवा हैं गम,क्या गिला करे चारागर(डॉक्टर) से हम...ये अगर नही यार की गली,चलते-2 क्यों रुक गये कदम..

कब की पत्थर हो चुकी थी मुन्तजिर आंखे मगर, छुके जब देखा तो मेरे हाथ गीले हो गये,अब कोई उम्मीद है शाहिद ना कोई आरजू,आसरे छुटे तो जीने के वसीले हो गये,...

सामने आये मेरे,देखा मुझे बात भी की,मुस्कुराये भी पुराने किसी रिश्ते के लिये,कल का अखबार था,बस देख लिया, रख भी दिया...

उनकी उल्फ़त का यकीन हो, उनके आने की उम्मीद, होंगी दोनो सूरते तब हैं, बहार-ए-इन्तजार...उनके खत की आरजू हैं,उनकी आमद का ख्याल,किस कदर फ़ैला हुआ हैं, कारोबार-ए-इन्तजार

जादू है या तिल्सिम तुम्हारी जुबान मे,तुम झुठ कह रहे थे, मुझे ऐतबार था...क्या क्या हमारी सजदे की रुसवाईयां हुई,नक्शे कदम किसी का सरे रहगुजार था...

Bob Woolmer - A Man of Steal

Pakistan coach Bob Woolmer has died, per an announcement by NDTV just now, Poor man , from the very little i know of him, he was always sincere in his efforts, to make this pakistani team , the best team in the world and for this transition, he has been scolded, insulted, by various members of this team.
And this may seem unkind, but i hope, some pakistani team members, including a certain akhtar, afridi, will refrain from offering ritual condolences. Not after the way they treated a man who had their good at heart, a heart that, finally, appears to have burst from the load.
And if it sounds harsh i mean it to.
Now You presumably, rest in peace, Bob. you deserve to, after all that you have had to take, to swallow, over the past couple of years.
Bye Bye and ya, i still believe you were the best coach in this world, no matter what World cup 2007 result shows.

Dubey, Khemu, Shukla,Deepak,Basant,Param,YRS and Me !!!

I woke up early that day,to be more precise, i left my bed early,as i couldn't sleep last night, his every word was still haunting me.
"What's wrong with me Dr., please, tell me",i was stunned at his dumb silence."OK OK, if you insist,some portion of your brain is dead and rest is going to be damaged soon, after 2 weeks, you will start loosing your memory, you won't be able to recognize people,though your intellect will be same and and",he stumbled with words.
"after a month what Dr", i was shocked."look amit, i fear God but you don't have much time left", He was much soft this time."Can't you do anything", i almost pleaded with tears in my eyes, i guess my damaged cells were also crying.But Dr and I both were aware of the answer.That was "No".Life was the battle which i had lost.On the way to my house, i heard, India won another one day against South Africa, some other day,it could make my day but not that day.
My bathroom was also loosing its brain cells, as Khemu had woked up and started his live performance,He doesn't sing bad but worst,he usually wakes up early and accompanies it with a song in a hoarse,quavering, decidedly unmusical voice.He wakes us up every morning but you have not thought of complaining.No one has.
"Shut up you fat ass", i shouted, as it was hurting my brain cells.i am sure, Khemu was the reason behind my damaged brain."Hell you go idiot", bathroom roared without a slightest twinge of guilt.i switched on my TV and thanks to the technology i selected Kal Ho Naa Ho title track from the menu and exactly after 2 min it was on the screen,SRK moving around, singing beautiful song, somewhere in London i guess."How fake,i am in the same situation infact worse,i don't have Saif ali khan and Preety zinta to deal with".Suddenly Basant came out of his room with mobile in his hand,which i suspect,has been attached to him when he was reposing in his mother's womb. He was talking to his friend, whom he was talking last evening, last night, late night, today early morning and will be talking this night as well,i thought.
i saw myself in the mirror,"you have only 30 odd days,that's it, you are done Mr Amit", i said to myself."Move aside, i have to comb",fatty was still furious on me."I better be, i have only 30 days, and i don't want to get rolled under", i replied.He gave me a nasty look.
I still, hadn't said anybody about my illness,as i hate sympathetic faces.But i knew,"i have to tell them as there are some money equations, that need to be solved, before i face my early demise.", i said to myself on the way to the office.
My manager had decided a long time activity for me, which we had discussed last day, and i was happy at the work profile but things were different now.i couldn't do anything long term now,neither work nor affair.
Before lunch usually you can see me roaming around aricent with dubey ,Param and sometime with khemu. but today i was calm, less excited about the girls in the company,less excited about my chances of getting a promotion, and much less excited about the work. I powered on my ipod and selected few ghazals, i just wanted to let this time go.But before that, dubey called me for lunch and as it goes daily, i called up shukla and he called up deepak and yadav ram sharma.
Around 1 pm we went for the lunch,People were strolling around happily,except one, Yadav Ram Sharma, he was talking to Deepak and Shukla, perhaps about how his new land lord had cheated on him, infact how this entire world had cheated on him,about the new mobile launched, and how mobile company cheated on him by not launching it before and offered him a "less featured phone with less mega pixel camera" in the same rate,or new investment schemes and how these schemes would give them money during their last days.Last Day,caught my ears."Do i really need money during my these last days, No asshole, i need life".I thought.
Dubey was lost in the TV, where some whites were giving their advice how their belt would help him to get slim."get a life man, these belts are shit, do some exercise, and get yourself in shape, else you no longer need damaged brain to die, your overfeed Paunch will do the needful, asshole", i said to dubey.He gave me a cold look.this is the story of my life, most of the things i say or do , go unnoticed.Khemu was eating like it was the last time, Param was not there ,probably he had left for his house again.
Suddenly, i saw her, the lady in the pink, my only crush in the aricent,i never had the courage to go up to her and say ," Will you let me share ur smile, will you allow me to offer my shoulder when you cry,will you be my love for this entire life even after this life too,So many people love, but i bet, i love you even if you get fat,...".
I had no idea what would happen if i met her in the corridor or on the stairs.Probably nothing, i had met her in the corridor or on the stairs a number of times earlier.Nothing had happened except her slow and steady wrestling of my gaze to the floor, an act that took a second or two but felt like a lifetime and left me gasping for breath.
She went pass to me, i could sense her smell which grew denser along with its healing touch."lets move, i have to take a cigarette", Dubey said,"ok, but try to avoid it man,it ", i paused and then added ,"kills".
After few days i went to my home town, and told everyone about my damaged brain, everybody was so sad, that made my life hell.I also tried to do shah rukh khan for a girl next door,but to my luck,i failed miserably.Probably that works only on Preety Zinta, i guess.i returned back, on 28th day.
My brother had already said everything about me to my friends.They knew that i would be no more after 2 days max, probably that's why, Khemu didn't try any song that day.I opened my eyes, everybody was around, but i could not recognize any faces.Suddenly a person with tight ass, said, hey buddy, remember, me shravan, it's dubey, khemu , deepak, param,yadav ram.
"OK,you are Shravan,you are still alive, why didn't you kill Dashrath,that bastard killed your blind parents",i tried to make this moment light.He smiled with tears in his eyes."To hell you go", he replied almost with a choked throat infact everyone around, was crying probably at the bad joke."what's my name by the way", i asked, as i had forgotten even my name." You are Shahrukh khan", Dubey replied with a dull smile."okkk,hey khemu,can you please sing me a song before i die",i said with a harsh smile."Will you please shut up ,i don't want to kill others, by singing",Khemu answered and paused.
"Hmmm, Hey YRS,how's your landlord buddy, and did you find some other handset", i joked."cmon, you asshole, get ur medicine,",YRS whispered.
Suddenly, i saw two angels,they were there to take me to the heaven,"Are Muslims also taken up by angels, i read somewhere they get buried with genuine grief and genuine relief."i murmured, but my voice was very low, i saw everyone, rushing towards me, dubey held my hand,"what's the matter buddy, you will be alright," he cried.but my eyes were closed, they were crying, "He was too good, i never said it to him, what a good singer he was, what a good player he was, what a genuine person he was, i will never get the chance to say him now....",dubey said remorsefully.Everyone was sad, some more some less, khemu was the most, may be because i forgot to give him my share of the rent of that month or may be his only chance to be a good singer was dead with me.
and on the bed, my only undamaged cell,occupied by the lady in the pink was still alive, slightly blurred, but she was there right in front of me, giving me her cute smile.Angels started their work, taking my soul away from my family, from my friends and from the lady in the pink, far away .....

I love you mom ................

It was my first trip alone, as most of my relatives can be encircled in a 30km area, so this journey of 500 km by no means was fun.looking outside my train, i could hardly see anything, i was sleepless, someone at the upper berth was snoring as if he was having a competition with the train itself and make no mistake, he was the winner that night hands down.Somewhere distant in the train a baby was crying , ahha !!! you can't say the gender untill he/she is 5 year old, i mean above 5, only girls cry)."Now, now...no more tears. Off to dreamland you go! Don't worry...Mother will be right here when you wake up in the morning.Oh, now you've started crying all over again! Honestly darling, Mother just doesn't know what to do with you sometimes", her/his mom was trying to make him/her sleep but...
So i moved out of my compartment, it was around 2 am in the night and we were in the no man's land, outside you could only hear the train and inside only upper birth...i was missing my home, all the days of closeness, all the fun , my family memebers, neighbours.all the lunches and dinners, i never skipped because of my mom, tasted quite sweet that night."aha there must be something in my bag", i thought and opened my bag, yup , "you never miss it mom", i took the first bite, "dont know if they will use the same ghi in the parathas",i said to myself and finished my food.upper berth was silent now, "is he dead , i read somewhere excessive snoring can lead us to death", i said to TT, who was just checking the list, probably to make some cash."No, he has waked up, he is 85, named shyam kishore, atleast give him some respect",TT replied ."Oops, god save me, one who can snor like a pig should be a man of substance, and can easily chew me", i murmured."Ticket please", TT demanded,"here is it", i opened my bag again and handed it over to him."Hmm Going to lucknow, student ??", he asked."Ya, first time away from the home",would miss my home for a while now",i added."What are you going to miss, you will be back in few days, may be in few monthes", he sympathized."ya, but food, movie, TV shows, there won't be much fun in the hostel", i argued."Ok you will miss only these things, aha this generation is so greedy",person sitting on the upper berth said."Ok, this man has a voice too, i thought he had been only snoring since his childhood.", i whispered, i almost fantasized him, giving answers in the class in snoring voice and everytime he was beaten up by his classmates or teachers he snored.:o)
"what it has to do anything with greed", i protested."See TT saheb, this is the way to behave with ur elders" he gave me a you young people look."have you ever realized ,what does your mother feel when you get sick, ever think about your father's hard work to feed you up, your brothers your sisters,and what you gonna miss is the food, TV and all that shit." he said."you young generation are so careless". He added."Ok so i am greedy careless but young :) it's not a bad deal" i thought and suspect he was never young and was just born straight eighty years old.
"Will you please let us sleep, just now, when someone who was buzzing like a pig stopped, you guys started " someone shouted from the neighbouring compartment.Man, i had to almost kill myself to stop my laugh."Now we old people can't breathe properly", Upper berth grumbled and got down for a silent sleep, i thought.TT also left after checking and finding nothing productive there.
i switched off the light and got back to my berth.Those words were tinging in my ear.
"Am i really so materialistic, so plastic so unemotional.only food, fun is what i have in my house. No man, i love my mom, my father my bro my sis..everyone.I am not so wooden. I know, my parents don't sleep when i get some pain.", i said to myself.
Far from my compartment, that child was silent, sleeping tight in her mother's lap, who was awake saying."Sleep baby, no more tears, you are my good son".I touched my cheeks, No Man !!!, they were wet, i was crying."it's not only girls who cry, couple of minutes ago , it was that small son and now me."I said. Men cry , they do cry, it's just that, they either hold back their tears or wipe them early and that's exactly what i did that night.
"I love you mom", i said and tried to get some shut eyes, as upper berth had started it's race with the train.

Filmfare 2006 Review - Damn !!!

God damn it !!!, it drives me nuts.just imagine jaya bachan has been given a life time achievement award for her critically acclaimed performances in movies like abhimaan, guddi,kora kagaz , and what the hell she made out of it, welcoming Ash into bachhan family, gimme a break for god sake, Ms Bachhan you have not been awarded because some Ex Ms World has decided to tie a knot with your son who by the way looks like shit,cmon where ever these guys move these days, they have only one thing, Ash-Abhishek, only thing which they have not discussed is condom brand Abhishek will prefer...cmon do this too because who knows, these f*** news channels probably make it a great initiative taken against population and Aids by this lousy bastard. I am just sick of it.
Second, what is Amar singh doin in filmfare, i mean he is such a crap, idiot, he is everywhere like a holy shit, be it against congress or with Amitabh Bachan or doing dirty talks on phone.
Shahrukh, was at his usual best, quite funny sometimes specially apologizing for Don and KBC, commenting on amar singh, and talking to invisible Amir khan. He is quite funny,Go ahead Mr khan, but don't make your desperation for awards so public.Okay Be a sport sometime.
Javed Akhtar was on the rampage and looked furious for not getting(buying?) the best lyrics award that went to a more apporopriate person(bidder), Prasoon joshi.
rest all was pale,Sridevi is now too old to be chandni , Rani dances like a robot and she did it well. Amrita Rao and Bips were awesome,Karan Johar, you are not funny anymore dude !!!.It was nice to see Shilpa smiling back, i think she is still having bad dreams of Jade, Hrithik dances like a girl :) and he proved it again and he won a award as best actor for D2, cmon nobody gives Tom Cruise the best actor award for Mission impossible, and once again Abhishek Bachan, have a nice life, you have everything tailor made, Big B, Ash and above all, News channels, you are way too happy considering you have no d***. :)
Chalo Cheers !!!

Ekta Kapoor and The Person Sitting Next .....

First of all, it takes some guts, i mean it takes some real guts to say something against ekta kapoor specially if you have seen ur entire family sheding tears over her over cooked and over streched shows. Its height of melodrama and borders on stupidity. Each serial has birth, rebirth, death, redeath and 5 to 6 generations and than 5 to 6 births and rebirths, getting old and than getting young to be married, than remarriage, than divorce than remarriage....cmon where is the fun.
I am not against her because she is making a good money out of it, but what piss me off is watching prerna(kasuti jindagi ki) getting married everytime i switch on my tv,or that poor soul named mihir i guess, is not even being allowed to die, junta ki demand hahahaha.If you anyway get the chance to see these serials, more than often you will see
1) A very big bussiness family where all the uncles have no work to do except feeding themselves, by the way what they do....?
2) A female, so called Bahu loved by everyone, she knows everything, from doing Pooja at home to being detective (you know sometimes you need to findout who is doing wrong things in the family)
3) A female who knows no limit and can do anything to ruin bahu's life forever
4) Atleast one person having extra martial affair..
5) 2 people are discussing something secret with the doors opened, 3rd person is listening to them (this happens in every episode)
6) The Most loved person in the family dies with covered face
7) Father Mother Son Daughter, i mean no one age...
and take my advice for it, stay away from the wall,lest you should bang your head.
I hate ekta kapoor, as much as i hate person sitting in the next cubicle specially when he points at his wrist while asking for the time. I know where my watch is buddy, where the f*** is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the bathroom is?........(adam sandler's movie, don't remeber the name :o))

Ghost , Beautiful Lady and India Today

Aha !!! it was some trip. i was going to my hometown from Lucknow and it's not often when you find a beautiful lady in ur compartment i mean, you see it in movies, it may happen to your friends or to friend's friends but to you it will be an untouched territory .when i was younger, i used to look at reservation charts glued outside my bogie to checkout all the females, but most of the time i shared my comparment with snoring uncles, talktive aunties and their stupid overfeed infants. It's like ghost stroies, almost all ghosts(i know abt three) have been seen by my friend's uncle or mama or someone distant but by him naaaa. May be ghosts are much scared to meet him :).
Anyway she was in her ealry 20's and in her pink suit,no wonder she was eye candy(infact i find most of the girls eye candy why?) .Her innocent looks and beautifull smile made me crazy. She was right in front of me with crossed legs and india today in her lap, for once i thought i should start talking but why would she talk to me but the most difficlut part was not why but what, if i say "hello this is amit" what would she say. So i kept quiet for a while but ...
So i started in a routine manner, "Hey r u going to saharanpur" , "No", she said and paused , keeping her india today aside, i wonder she was more interested in reading me than india that day. "So you belong to saharanpur", she asked softly, Man i can tell you when a girl ask you such questions with so much softness it's almost killing but it's lethal if she is beautiful too.I thought if i say yes, she probably will pickup her india today again, i mean a girl reading english magazine would not be much interested in a small town boy. "No i belong to lucknow and going to attend my friend's wedding in saharanpur" i replied with all the proud of my belonging to lucknow on my face."Ok that's cool, i belong to kandhla" she said (btw kandhla is a small village and it's vey close to saharanpur).Damn!!! i thought for once, i should have said saharanpur, i mean that way i could keep her in touch.Anyway atleast i started a conversation and if everything goes well and we fall in love someday i will tell her the truth and may be she will forgive me, i mean why shd it matter if i belong to lucknow or some slum in mumbai. "So what do you do there in lucknow", she almost swept out my sweet dreams in which i was walking with her hand in hand on a beach and was about to kiss her. "I am a student",i said without giving it a single thought and looking at her beautifull lips. "infact i am doing enggineering from IET Lucknow and in 4th semester" i added to let my efforts see some success here atleast otherwise i was an average student keeping the strength of our section and their scores in mind. " Do you live with your parents there in lucknow or in hostel" she queried.Man it was a chance to impress her, to show her my emotions for my parents and to make her realise that with me she will get some share of that unconditional and pure love." I live with my parents, you know it's tough to resist the temptation of hostel life and its freedom but i think i love my parents more than anything in this world so hostel or no hostel i am happy with my parents", i answered,keeping a smile on my face and water bottle in my hand."Ya i guess but really if you see around most of this new generation find it quit difficult with their parents" she added. "agreed but there are still few good men around " i snatched the entire credit for all the goodness present in this world." Oho My station is around so i will have to move btw it's rashmi and we can be in touch if you wish", Man, beautiful girls have this tendency they know everything but want to hear it."Sure plz write me at " i said as if i was anchoring my show and it was time to say good bye.
"Hey, amit r u going to hometown to meet your ill mom, she was serious last month, i hope you will be in the Saharanpur for sometime now",he said and jumped into my compartment as if some psycho killer was after him and i was the only saviour.He was from saharanpur and i am sure for no good reason i had met him before and he made the most of it. Suddenly i saw her face turning pink and than red, she picked up her india today and bag , without saying a word she went out and i was stunned.She was lost in the crowd and that ghost disappeared all of a sudden.Perhaps psycho killer bumped him off or he found a better edge to bump into, i thought.
"So r u going to saharanpur" a new entry in that compartment asked."Yes i live there,my mom is ill and i am going to see her after 2 months", i replied. I was wondering why in this train everyone wanted to know where did i belong and why i was going there,."Is FBI or CIA keeping an eye on me, but why they would waste so much resources on me, i mean i am an average student so i am not a threat to their job situation which is worsening because of indian high skilled enggineers, there are many other higher mortals in my class and dozens in my batch, may be ISI naaa, ISI will find more suitable targets than me to rock this nation", i questioned and answered myself.Suddenly i saw a book shop on the platform , having piles of india todays.i bought one , the cover story was titled as "Have you ever seen a ghost"." Yes and i also shared my comparment with a beautiful lady too", i murmered keeping india today on my crossed legs."Will she write me", i asked more to myself,.......

Because It Burns...Valentine Special

It's the beginning of a new day, or maybe not. Maybe today will be just like last day, maybe the all week will be just like the last one. What difference can I expect? Well, maybe the cloth or the food, maybe the news or the weather, but that's only details. The routine will be like it was last day, or last week, or the week before and so on ....
They ask, why i am always so negative , see around so much beautiful things happening or walking :).But not everything that looks beautiful is harmless, sometimes it burns you and when it does, it marks you forever. Maybe not everyone is able to see the "mark" but it's there and it wont go away. It will reside inside of you forever. Does it look beautiful? Indeed, but be careful, it burns .She can look like an angel but , she can burn like a devil. I can feel the red iron touching me, its burning deep inside my flesh, deep inside my earth. I have no other words to describe the feeling, eventually I give up. She is my worst nightmare, she has the beauty and the perfection that I so much seek, but it comes with a price : Me ...
We all have a dark side, our nightmares, our inner beast, some of us show it more often and more easily, others will hide it from the world but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. It's there it was always there, You have no escape Dear!!!.
I'm not sad but I'm Lost ...

Ind to SL , Ash to Abhishek

Only India could have lost that match, it's official now. Ok, "so screw responsibility, I am gonna go rape some bowlers" kind of attitude could only cost you a match.Virendra Sehwag, now the entire world will be after his life and few will wish him a dead. But i think it takes more than a sehwag to win or lose a match.Ganguly's inability to rotate strike, sehwag's inability to even bat but above all i think it's SRT who should take the responsibility of this defeat, this 54 runs were not enough mr sachin. You and dada were all set, there to make it big and that's where you guys misread (or mis script) the plot. I mean we should not expect anything from dada whatever he does on the field is just bonus a plain bonus, you can't expect him to win us matches but Sachin , today you did it all wrong.Than seeing stumps tumbliing behind dravid was as painfull as watching this match getting broadcasted on NEO sports or Ash getting married with abhishek bachan, i mean both could finish it up with someone better if not ESPN-Star or Brad Pitt. Anyway, bhandra - the leggie scared me today and India better make plans for this guy else we may create a superstar out of a potential performer and Malinga, loosen up a bit man, with 150kmph raw pace, you can only shorten the time required to see it behind the fence.
Chalo Cheers
More later much later.

Salaam-E-Ishq - Bad or Worse

Ok,Salaam-E-Ishq,the promos of this movie brought us to the cinema hall with lots of expectation and no dinner.It was around 11.30 pm when 70mm sceern got life and we, without knowing what was waiting for us, jumped into our seats.Sorry i can't tell you the story, No not because of some suspense or something but i really can't think of any story, though, this movie claims 6 different story. Ok they say that all this stroies have one thing in common, i tell you what, "CRAP". This movie dished out so much crap and managed to bore us to death beautifully.I mean if you think that your life is bad and always wonder what can be worse, please watch this,else give it a miss. Avoid this movie, which is definitly an insult of art of movie-making. and yes did I mention the film is too long? trust me, it is.I just don't understand that why Salmaan uses his accented voice even for hindi dialogues, if it's conscious effort than sorry it is pathetic, Priyanka chopra despite of having all the potentional, disappoints.Songs were good and made our life less miserable but bad or terribly terribly bad are the same thing. Seriously, I don't understand why anyone would make a film like this and the worst thing was Gurgaon roads which are not much fun in the nights either, finally we tookup our "dinner" at 4am and i missed entire friday movie package on HBOs and Stars....:o(

Weird Thinking

Today my mind was some where else i was thinking abt the most illogical moments like..
think abt a porn star entering into his house after a regular shooting., what would he say to his wife..."darling had a very tiring day in the shooting, 12 retakes hahahaha...i mean they must be celebrating their wedding anniversary without having any sex...:)
Anyway tomorrow is going to be a different day, india vs SL match will be a must watch. I hope Sachin will do it again...lets see...please read my post match blog.

What's it with Girls

I know this topic brings so much smile on our faces...i mean atleast in hostels we used to spend N number of hours which otherwise used for better purpose could bring me a better job or atleast could make my days in the hostel less horrible and trying.
I wonder what girls do in their hostel, may be thinking abt new books recommended by some pain in the neck teacher or may be thinking if that guy proposed to me i would turn that down this way. yes it's always a girl who gets the choice, we boys propose and more than often they reject without thinking how much it hurts.The overused line is "we were good frnds and we will be always", cmon give me a break, what's with gals wanting to be friends forever? why can't they make a clear decision between a boy friend and no-friend, i mean why do they have this immortal desire of being eternal frnds.One of my friend(again she is a girl but i can't say she is my girl friend...bullshit) says, every other guy proposes and they can choose only one so rest of all are destined to live in this otherwise ugly world.
True but please let us live without these will be frnds forever lines. Do whatever u want, choose whoever punk u think is perfect fit, wrap yourself with him in a car and go to hell...

First Error

Ok don't call me a copycat...This blog is here because of my frnds but all the posts here will be genuine and authentic(Aha genuine word reminds me of Windows vista these daz and what worse my poor pc can't survive even a genuine vista F***) .Anyway this blog is a place where i will compile errors induced in the society becoz of me or you or anyone for that matter...rgt...To make this bolg a big success i need your part time support(ofcourse i will give my full)..all the failure of this blog can be sent to my door...and all the bouquets to yours ...i mean who cares..:)
So to start with...Windows Vista...
Heard So much abt it, i once thought how we all had been surviving till date i mean look at the damn operating systems around...Mac supports so few applications (i know only winamp 2.9... higher version around ?) Linux eeeee..sorry but it's not user friendly i mean none of my friends and their friends of friends are using linux for any friendly purpose so i think it's not friendly..and winxp naaaa .. Vista rules guys...BUT will it be a good idea to design such a resource hogging OS, My computer somehow has aggreed upon winxp but vista, i can bet, will crush it into pieces..Poor soul.
May be after writing this blog i will get some money to buy vista compatible PC but did i tell you vista alone cost 10000 rs....so i need to write more so will contiinue later..feeling weepy...:(