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Updated: 2016-09-04T17:14:28.160+05:30


the road un-traveled


(image) excuse me if the "write" takes a little flavor from the previous post ;)

The first step he took made his leg shiver, but he smiled and tried ..... and soon , he was as nimble as a deer. He waved to the real deers around who were motionless and looking at him, with the curious surprises. He saw the long road ahead, which made him look at his feet with eyes of sympathy, but he smiled. The road looked straight but with a lot of hurdles of different heights, he smiled.He knew it was going to be a long journey, so he kept looking back at times to the distance he covered to keep him going. Soon , he became a runner..... he ran, faster, toppled a couple of times, got up again and ran, swaying his head to the wonderful tunes inside him. He ran dancing, jumping ......... singing. Sometimes he felt the hurdles too short and he smiled broader. For a long time, he did not look around, but when he did, ....he was surprised, the deers were now so indifferent to him, they were grazing in the fields and were looking around without even acknowledging his existence. They were happy, at least they looked happy. This did not affect his smile, but soon he found himself slowing down. Funnily, he was frowning with his smiles now. Not being able to justify the happenings with him, he became restless. He was not at all smiling and once suddenly he just stopped himself. He looked at all the deers around him, he was surrounded by a lot many of them and ........ all of them with a condescending air of superiority. He looked up,closed his eyes, screamed with frustration and urged his heart to tell him what he needed!! one last desire... He opened up and saw just one star in the sky, very bright. He felt the desire inside, it was very clear... he wanted to run again, but this time he wanted run away. He saw the end of the road, far ahead.... it looked beautiful from such a distance. He ran......... ran, with an anxiety, with a rage, with an unlimited energy. It was not that easy for him, something was wrong....the more he ran , the more he found difficult to run. To his utter surprise, the road was getting steeper..... he kept on running, but he was crying now, crying his heart out.... he felt he was running up a mountain which was getting higher and higher. He did not stop, did not even stop to think about what to do.... but he cried ....more ... until he threw himself on the ground, surrendering to that strange trap.... he came down rolling, like a marble left from the brim of a bowl. After such a cruel reply of all his queries, he was left alone. He was inanimate for quite a while and when he opened his eyes, with his body lying facing the ground, he did not feel any pain. He turned back, got up and saw all deers smiling at him . The road looked straight again. He looked up, there were infinite stars, but THE bright one was gone. He took a fawn in his hands, hugged it, smiled and started walking towards the end again :).

Gone with the Mind


Every time he blinked, he got a glimpse of a very messy graffiti, a web full of motions,sounds, scribbles, faces - smiling,laughing, screaming, crying. Then he closed his eyes...and the scene grew so clear and bigger. He felt like either being pushed to that graffiti wall or the wall just pacing towards him. He felt a jolt and threw his eyes wide open and saw his mother sitting near to him, calmly knitting a sweater for him. He noticed his mother had to wear glasses nowadays. Things were very silent around... he could listen to the watch click and the drop trickle from the bathroom tap. He was sitting on the sofa with his one arm folded, palm supporting his head and the elbow on the armrest.He breathed steadily.....but those stills (when he blinked) sprouted some irritation in him. He took a deep breathe and stood up, asked if his mother wanted something.She smiled and said, " Tea? ... He just smiled. He washed his face and for some mysterious reason stared at his eyes in the mirror, cursed them, but smiled again.He found some trouble with the logistics in the kitchen, but could get quick replies to his doubts by his mother."oh good :) ", his mother sipped and said."hmm",he replied and went to his room with his cup of tea.He sat on the window, trying not to think anything, not to let his mind follow any thought and not to let his eyes follow any thing he looks at. He knew he did not want to close his eyes...he sipped slowly and kept on staring at some imaginary point up in the air. Funnily, he wanted his ears also not to follow any sound, though he found it difficult to control them. The sun was setting, and after rolling his eyes to several locations, he looked at the floating dust particles, in the beam of sunlight from the ventilator. With an unwilling frown over his eyes, his mind had already started running....catching up new thoughts.He knew what was going to happen.His thoughts were getting furious very pictures of the past experiences and "never to happen" fantasies were getting built up. He found himself sitting on a roadside rock with a packet of peanuts, wearing a cowboy hat and the next moment he was running in a marathon. He felt all the emotions together....fear, anger, love, remorse, compassion, passion, pain, but no peace... he searched for it....but all efforts for concentration went in vain, and finally he shook his head in distress. He was blinking faster now and started walking in the room with two fists behind his back. He frowned harder because of a discomforting realization about what he saw....there was something peculiar about the things he saw on the road - all the people passing by , showed just one emotion - suffering, pain.Even in the marathon...he was just about to finish first when he looked back once and stopped altogether. It was not a race....all others were far behind with absolutely no strength to run.Then he scanned through all the emotions he thought he was going through - they were an illusion, a physical and mental illusion.There was only one - he felt it very hard now, a deep sorrow. He felt the enormity of an unknown suffering, with a slow sensation down his hollow throat. His blinking stopped and his heart grew steadier.He sat on the corner of his bed, and for the first time, he felt a great desire to dive into that little ocean of pain, to make the feeling grow.He closed his eyes and accepted whatever he saw..... made himself cry beside the graffiti wall. Tears came rolling down his cheeks .... he took a deep breathe and fell on his back keeping his arms open, and the tear drops moved to the side corners of his eyes.His mother came blabbering something about the size of the sweater and stopped at the door. She looked at him, first with surprise then with concern. He did not move....he felt her coming and sitting close to him. She sat there for long.... looking at his tears till his eyes started drying off. He opened his eyes and looked at her...she pressed her hand in his, and left with an affectionate smile. His eyes followed her and the[...]

The screwtable days ;)


I was feeling delighted. We both were smiling at each other.This was our 4th meet but first date together. She looked beautiful.As usual "i" was preparing to begin the talk but this time luckily she wassup ?my smile grew wider, and i starting stirring the coffee faster... i looked down, clicked the spoon twice on the brim and settled myself to was then that i heard the annoying 4 beaps !! an SMS..i took my cell out but a sudden noise THUD THUD THUD distracted me....i asked her ," whts tht noise !!.... she frowned, and said.. what? ..i looked around, puzzled, thinking in what universe such a door knocking noise can come in the middle of a huge restaurant.One more THUD THUD opened my eyes... i saw a small spider resting on the wall just 6 inches away from my eyes. I blinked once, then turned and with improper body movements..went to open the door and saw a distorted face hardly trying to move his toothbrush.He pointed to the wake me up ...tag on my door, i pulled it off and threw it on his face. Slammed the door and ran to see the SMS, it said --- come to class now!It was already 8.. DAMNI put on whatever i saw hanging and ran with the toothbrush.Pushing the same guy aside, I literally whacked my teethe, fastest ever and just ran asking him to be there for breakfast after the class.An hour later, we were sitting quietly, stirring tea..and he asked," u look busted?yaaa... a busted dream. which one? the same u had yesterday ..Oh :D ... u know what ? we need a girl.. "a" girl?i mean, ok... two !!fair enough..what did u see yesterday ? I was just about to sing on the stage with Shankar Mahadevan when your #*&^ing THUD THUD woke me up..:D .. a trail of tragic dreams..we got back to our usual chit chat on other things - events, life, god, movies etc.....sat for half an hour and moved out.In room, i went through the news paper cursorily and looked around... some what restless. It was high time for a change in life...even in things. Mission room-clean started, took all the things out... mopped the floor attentively, devoting each wipe to different but small tragedies in life :) . It took too hours, including the clothes wash but it was a real big and recognizable change. I dozed off for a while, thank fully without a dream and got up with a sudden and inexplicable urge to go shopping. Took my bag and left. I just took off from the main gate, kept on walking...exploring. Entered a show room i always wanted to, tried all poses in the trial room with n clothes, pained the helper, and finally converged for a pair of pants after 45 mins. Then the journey continued..... walked for few kilometers more, toppled once, dodged a crash with a bike by one inch, dropped my cell twice and finally got back to campus, a little contented. A nice evening, compensating for a not so nice morning.The night saw a blast, we all sat for three hours and recollected all memories from the school days. It was just the heaviest ever laughter for most of us..... sharing funny moments, funny teachers, mistakes, innocence, the obedience and mischiefs ......even inacting them to experience the best entertainment :) .Before crashing.... i could not stop myself from a desparate mischief. I set three alarms in my neighbor's cell with gaps of 30 mins, with a foolish but clear intention of shattering all his short and wacky dreams.It was yet another day, a similar and monotonous one, what we experienced for past hundreds of days..... but it was not dull enough to be forgotten. Knowing that these times will be cherished.... hope this write here will add at least a glimmer to the memories.On a Senti Note.. the end :|[...]

The Inscrutable Days


I strained my eyes, widened my smile, to concentrate more on his facial expressions and his hand movements without letting him know the pains i was going through.Poor him, he was trying hard to utter few words of English, thinking in Chinese , then in German and then pushing the words flow out of his mouth in English highly mixed with German words.First time we interacted this long as housemates. but could not go beyond identifying each other's areas of studies etc.The "fighter" left as a German guy entered the kitchen, sparing himself some self prestige.Last one month was bumpy! My First Flight ... even after recalling hundreds times the fundaes my friend gave for flights, i missed out asking for a window seat and finally got a center one. Later in the flight,the lady sitting before the nearest window would just have slapped me as she thought i was staring at her.Then forgetting something regretfully, "pata hai , u can call the air hostess anytime u want to..just push the button". So overwhelmed,i did not even think about the button, and when i accidently pressed one of the five similar looking buttons, she was there right in front of me with a smiling face, and me, like a dumbo! said...Oh Sorry!! During the descent,i stared with a wincing face at almost everybody!! these deads...arent their ears paining ??? mine were just about to explode......and finally,I, pretending to have left my kuntryness behind...arrived in a new Country!Few days just rushed through among so much of white skin i never saw....Then found myself trying my hands on making something to eat.Found it funny, cooking Indian things at a place where u need a lot of struggle and deep pockets to get Indian stuff.Taking whole lots of pain in even boiling something, the time,the quantity of water, the lid flying off the container over and over as i could not get a "pressure cooker". So, all motherly fundaes of Ek seeti or Do seeti could not help.Ya, gradually you get to know anyway, when to rotate the knob so that the violent steam under the lid is pacified and helps in killing the stuff inside, what color should it finally retain, how much salt (as i have only that as a spice :| ),how much heat, how to use what to logistics involved in anything u traffic rules... me being caught up amidst the ocean of food products with German names in the market,browsing based on their prices, not the names ......and trying hard to recognize the picture drawn on the pack..shaving more frequently to look relatively white :P.... pretending a happy and heavy smile among the people speaking to themselves in German(ya, owing it to Chen nahi, i have experience in that)...... realizing that i was actually checking out the female garment store quite a few times.... happily gulping cheese burger thinking of it as a vegie thing till i got to know the truth....having one German guy telling me new Tamil words and another teaching me indian cooking.....replying to questions every bollywood actor a singer too, because they all sing in the movies?..... finding one shabby indian white bag with a Pan Masala advertisement printed on that being used as a fashion product here..... getting irritated on the size and design of the Baths!! as i had to clean one in the absence of any drainage from the floor......trying to stop myself from converting every price tag into rupees, and holding my eyeballs not to pop out on them........ etc etc .two more months ahead...for the adventure to go dead....and then again Tag will be a day and Nacht will be a night, and the warm smiles will be regained but with short chuckles of good memories!! :)[...]




Hell it was, got fully steamed with my own sweat!!! roasted and grilled , and even i can add few more verbs (one is in the title though :P) Cursed the full Shirt i was wearing and god! i just missed my half and sleeveless cotton T s. I was walking and looked up to abuse the sun, couldnt see it, rather saw the dull and drowsy branches which waved only when a bus or truck passed under them. All leaves, in fact, seemed more still and dead than the branches.

I dont know what made me drink a BOOST , which generated an extra heat in the body.I longed for two most natural assets, Air and Water. Wished for something which could increase my speed so that i could rub my face against the non-moving air and have some evaporation from my body. a hitch, a cycle, a BUS.. oh! ya... a Bus.Checked the time and predicted when the bus shall come, first time in last several weeks could not predict correctly. Had to wait for the dirty, yellow Jumbo......kept thinking, what the hell this place is made of ..... COAL??? - few of you can understand why this word came into my mind.....

Jumbo was damn slow, may be after the whole "rash bus driving episode". Tried to put my head out of the window, and got severely irritated when saw three guys in full suits, black, with ties, and worse... laughing!!!!!!!! what made them happy in a boiler???

I closed my eyes, thought a Sprite would be awesome. Got down at guru, and checked my wallet. The next moment i winced when i looked at the fridge...
and shouted....

" 300 ml??"

"No saar..."

i had only 15 bucks.....
still, fresh lime did a nice job...

the sheer picture of a fan in my cool room made me trot....and the steam bath got over when i entered my room. Threw the shirt off and fell on the bed big time....

it will get worse tomorrow... the light will be heavier and the mirages will be broader!!! and me, i will be lighter :D

Phull Stap

The Battle Royale


It was three down A, B, C, on 26th november. We were about to start preparation for the fourth day of the seventh battle of modern times,the end semester, right here in IIT M. My self and a friend of mine took his notebook to begin with,which had -Hariram, Totaram written on the cover, the name funny enough to make you imagine a soft and flowery literature inside. But when we flipped it over, it was all dark and demoniacal. . Both of us saw each other and could not find appropriate words to speak and stared back at the book. And it began......Combustion, Flames,Equations, Detonations........scripted in more than a Hundred pages. Slowly we flipped through, more than an hour passed, and i was still trying to visualize a Flame drawn with a blue pen in colors, when a third guy came. He sat on the bed while we were on the chairs, and pained from his own life, uttered a few irrelevant words. Then he asked what we were doing. In reply, we gave one or two technical terms for the name of the course followed by a full line of pain and disgust.He said," oh! you poor duals!!

When i recall what happened next, it shows up in slow motion and blurred...
abusing him and giving all sort of justifications for me being a dual,spitting out advantages for being a dual....his running short of words over and over friend pulling me back to read....flames looked more distorted then.....

that day later i kept on retrospecting what actually made me into that situation,confused, full of rage for nothing and thought about the phone call on which my counselor convinced me to take mech dual in iitm....the four years, the slides,the pseuds, pseudos, the cuppers,....friends, the fun, the fight i had a day before with one of them....i was just scrolling down the memory lane when Gtalk pinged

what is the velocity profile in a turbulent premixed flame!!

i just flew to the bed to catch the Hariram, and struggled to get the page, it was a long way to go to reach it after what i had completed. I saw the time, it was 12....then there was a knock on the door,i opened

hey! wake me up at 6 da

i could not say anything but to laugh at, three more windows pings as soon as i laughed....

the next day, in the exam i got combusted fully, found myself sitting on the flames as they just want to burn me down to ashes.....

oh ya!!! ashes,smoke---pollution, B slot,air pollution control :(((((((((

Does it need to be ironic enough!!!!!the words we speak , things we recall, nowadays,someway or the other relate to really shitty things,things we hate....

It all ended today, the last one,and knife edge on the neck finally pierced through. But i stood up smiling, with faster than ever steps, ran back to the hostel, just for joining all in here....for a big shout-- HURREY!!!!!

An Inconvenient Truth:Part 2


I looked up from what I was reading, he was staring at me with his slowed down speaking speed. He stumbled at few words and looked back at the slide to recall…..but his stare did not bother me, in fact I stared back, because it was at least the hundredth time it had happened. Unfortunately this time I was at the first bench, so had to keep my novel really low under the bench (lol) as his one hand, with a gold ring, which was just somehow breathing under his thick finger’s radial pressure, was on my bench. At times I turned back to look what others were doing. There were four, two of them absorbed deeply into their FICTIONS, one in deep sleep and one just waking up. Towards my side, one bench across, there were two: one not even thinking of mitigating his wide smile, and the other one lost in his day dreams, with eyes wide open stuck at one point. All of a sudden he shouted,” Sir, what is the meaning of the last sentence? , which gave a jerk to our sleeping man and passed on a current in “Sir’s” mind as he explained the full slide just a minute back. When he saw all his pain going in vain, anger and grudge made him ran out of more words and the scolding we waited for weeks just grew up to a broken sentence, which was absolutely of no credit for our Day Dreamer and he was back to his dream.

Back to square one, new slide, he came towards my bench, leaned on it looking past my head and I was also starting a new chapter. Again I turned back to see if there was something new. Yes, there was, all four were sleeping. Then our “Sir” tried to recall the name of any one of them to, u know what? To wake them up!!! He succeeded and called up a name, one head raised and the worst of all happened. He threw up a question on his expressionless and surrendered face and finding no respect for his question as well as for him, he himself surrendered and told the answer. After a minute, all the four were in deep sleep.

It ended on the THANKYOU slide, but I got a feeling of dread as I tried to imagine the full season of the same class yet to happen!!!

May be one day things will change,
He will know things better,
He will speak interestingly,
We all will try to listen, with hand cupped around our faces(:P),
We will enjoy the class,

Then that Wide Smile will be justified and we will be expert in Solaar technology!!!

Or may be one day we will accept the Truth that all the above hopes will NOT come true :( !!

the perpetual call :(

2007-10-22T19:07:07.241+05:30 just crossed all limits of torture for me.....ten calls to me in one morning and even one to our prof in the class.9940012600, this is the one i am talking of.This has not only been treated as "the number" all around me, but is a cause of so many nuisances.Hell!! a day before i grudgingly decided to listen whatever the operator(female voice) speaks.I pressed 2 also for listening in english. I decided to accept the offer of hello-tunes also.But then, the list played all the tamil songs.Packed it and tried to have quick nap as it was 45 mins to my afty class.Worst was yet to happen ,when i just dozed off, which changed :( to :((((( Two more calls in 15 mins!!!!!

Earlier Air - Hell (name changed - a justifiable change) used to have a different number for torturing which i stored under the name "pain".But now..thanks to the frequency they have been calling with....u just got to have a quick glance on the receiving call, numbers 00 in the end and one 6 somewhere in between and a gut feel of the impending non sense will make it happen!!!

I doubted whether this post itself is justified or not, whether this number also can be blocked or not….so I called 121, had to listen carefully to the operator to reach up to the “customer care executive” and grumbled like anything to block this number. With no surprise the reply was ridiculous.”Sir, please type DND and send it to 121 and this number will be deactivated within 45 days!!!!
What could I say more…….

LOL for those guys who pay for getting their missed calls list(when the cell is switched off)!!!

But one thing to be acknowledged, the company follows the motto very well...EXPRESS YOURSELF :)

Random thoughts..... , credit: IIT


[i know that the title is the same as infinite other titles in the blogger circle,but still.....may be this shows the lack of creativity and innovation...well then see the last two words of the title :P]

Mind bustles and hustles....just for the one day...

We will wait for the day....that one day...

One day when n people will get n answers to their n questions...

One day when somebody will stop questioning......

One day when we will laugh the whole day.....

One day when somebody will clear all my doubts...about myself, about my friends, about my college,about SOLAAR energy...

One day when all of us will mock each other......

One day when somebody among us will write THE BOURNE LEGACY ( the sequel to the trio)...

One day when we will start listening to our own alarm clocks....

One day when we all will be knowing all languages......and will stop saying Tamil Teriyade....

One day when the Auto walas will stop paining.....

One day when the Prof will stop stammering.....

One day when there will be no Pseud putter...

One day when we all will fight to sit at the front bench.....

One day when the paperboy will drop the right paper.....

One day when the monkeys will show at least slightest amount of respect to a man...

One day the electric powered bus will run at higher speed......

One day we all will become Professionally Ethical ...hmm.. Engineers (if you want to add).....

One day when we all will see the sun rising at the sea coast......

One day when somebody will tell us why Quizzes are named so.....

One day when we all will sweep our rooms......

One day when we will stop counting days....

One day when we will think beyond us, beyond friends, beyond family,beyond life.......

And One day when we all will shout in Unison..........Thu *#amma

Just to write!!


(the readers are expected to bear with the post as the writer is faltu and free enough to write on simple and boring things :|)(image)

It is not very tough nowadays to find the old people venting out their legacy of survival. How it used to be in their times? How slow? How cheap? How good? When they see things happening today, sometimes with surprise, sometimes with disapproval, they start the stories to their kiddies (who listen surprisingly) and to their friends (who listen sympathetically).

I had a few anecdotes in the recent hang outs with my nana-nani. Though it was all cliché in some sense and not new to me, still I listened curiously. The reason was the words spoken. Words, make you imagine a picture which is far more impressive and retainable than a real tangible “picture”. It will hustle through all your memories of images/movies and remain among the mostly visited and wanted ones (:-O). The power of words they call it as.

Reading one of most beautiful writings in the past weeks proved the same to me. Then I started comparing the two: reading a story or watching the same story as a movie and found the advantage reading has over watching, Words, while showing the picture, make you see each and every part of it. That is, you may ignore some part of the picture while seeing but words won’t allow this, which intensifies the effect and make you feel.

But, there is a truth which discourages me to write any conclusion of this post. We can’t see if we don’t see…arthaat….If we have not seen anything already we cannot imagine it in a story.

Sorry for the abrupt end :D.



After a long long time I was back to home…..very happy…very satisfied….longing for the best food of life……for sitting with my brother and gossiping for hours…… for lounging on the couch and watch TV….. Friday afternoon I reached there and the first thing was lunch….it was 3 o’clock. I was browsing through the channels holding a spoon in the other hand, when my mother came and asked for pressing zero……and I did so. Any guesses what was there on STAR-PLUS that time???????......last night repeat of KYUNKI SAAS….my foot .A continuous and disturbing sound of drums and cymbals…..while the camera focuses on each character (n) from different (n) directions…each shot in color and in black and white as well….….and then freezes on the Hero/Heroin of the event (five minutes for such a small scene :((). I looked around in disgust gritting my teeth and thought….nothing has changed(except for the number of characters)…. My brother entered and saw my annoyed face…..laughed…and started teasing me by explaining what was going on in KYUNKI… I burst into a laughter and asked whether all other “programs” (god knows how do they call them one) were similarly terrible. “Yes”, he said.” But Thank God Its Friday…TV is free for us in the evening…. Its really very difficult (nearly impossible) to justify whatever happens in any Ms.Kapoor’s family soap. And its even harder to understand how and what the lady thinks…because her small screen and big screen (Kya Kool Hai Hum) are far beyond comparison……. She began the plethora, but now its not only her…..any serial starting with non-K letter is also the same. All moving around big families (all talk in crores),marriages, divorce, then again marriages, accidents, court cases, plastic surgery…yuck!! . The terror goes behind the screens also when….somebody married three times and never divorced grabs the Best Patni Award ….. You just don’t have to move anywhere. After one is over, you have precap of the same and then a flash for the third serial and a moment later recap of the second one. Gone are the days of the title song. They are still made but for the albums….huh…what to say more!!! People did think differently and they did make different programs…..because “we ,the people” have lost ourselves in the Big Bang of Kapoor’s world ….we did not recognize them and responded negatively…..then what…they had to stop!! Anyways….when a lot of transformational and unusual things are happening in India…be it in Entertainment…Yoga…or….Education!!...the human nature then is unpredictable. May be it was the first time such a large amount of entertainment started and then viewers became trapped in. Now the inertia is so high that they just don’t think of any refreshing change. One good thing is …all oldies have also got a best pass time at home :)So just have patience next episode (lol). [...]

The Constant Dreamer


Is kahani ke saare paatra( ek hi hai) or ghatnayein kalpanik hain, inka vaastavikta ya kisi vyakti vishesh se koi sambanndh hona purely coincidental hai!! This story(sortphilm) goes for a man named Ghansyam. He was a teacher in a local school called Sanmati Sisu Mandir in my town . All his life he envied of fame and name. For years he did his job with very high sincerity and diligence. This is his 10th year of service to the school and he is still hopeful, confident to achieve the success he always wished for. Scene1 “ Ladies and Gentleman please welcome …Mrrrrrrrrrr. Ghansyam” …he climbs up the stage and bows down to the cheering applause while holding the bunch of garlands around the neck, somebody comes and handovers the mike….Sir, two words please ……… And ‘Sir’ flashes a happydent smile and grabs the mike …… and starts….audience all in silence…..mouths agape….after 10 mins of his very effective oration…..they break the silence with incessant cheers and whistles…smile regained……..suddenly this pleasant sound gets mixed up with a screaming noise!!...the smile on “Sir’s” face turns into a frown…..then eyes wide open…claps all died out….and the scream blows up……shouts ,”margaye!! Der ho gayee”…slaps the alarm clock and rushes around. Scene2: (after 15 mins)….just putting on his silk kurta ,with his shoes and hair glowing (one with(extra) parachute and one with(extra) kiwi),golden wrist watch ,golden chain, stainless steel supari ka dabba…..right towards the breakfast table. His servant serves for him…two breads and tea(only lipton). He is still single…..when asked about marriage …tries to evade the issue. Scene3 : Same Bajaj super stops in front of the school. He parks it….and enters the school nodding to all the “good mornings”. Today is the judgement day for him, the list for faculty awards is to be finalized. Mr. Ghansyam enters the faculty room, passes a smile to everyone ….but something is strange….. “why are you people staring at me??” “Congratulations Sir!! are the best teacher this time!!!” All turn their faces to avoid the flash. But he didn’t smile this time… in spite he hesitatingly says, “Thank you!!” and rushes out of the room, and then towards the toilets. Releases his hesitation there…and then finally …flashes. The whole day went in feeling the ecstasy of his dream coming true. The sound of the applause boomed for hours. Somehow he managed to cross the night with all his fantasies blooming. Scene4 : He enters the school campus with same Bajaj, but today fully cleaned, full tank, and a Jai Mata Dii ribbon on the headlight. He parks it and marches towards the main building….. still in fantasy…..he can hear the welcome song “ hosiyaar, maharaja dhiraaj, hukume saltanat, raja Ghansyam padhaar rahe hain….!!!” Pee pepepepepepeepeeeeeeeiiinn!! On the stairs he bumps into Ms. Radha…[background](”Dekha jo tujhe yaar, dil mein baji guitar……” ) (English teacher and the only one Mr.Ghansyam has ever thought of being Mrs.Ghansyam.) and his eyes just stop at her. She stops the stare by an, “Idiot!!”. One “idiot” breaks our Sir’s dream and pulls him back on the grounds. He seethes in vengeance and finally utters " "“Samajhti kya hai khud ko….ek baar award milne do phir batata hoon” Climax :10.30….Principal finishes his speech. Then a voice echoes all across the auditorium for our “Sir” , “ Now I would like to call on stage the best teacher for this year…Mrrrrrr. Ghansyam.” Both his hands holding down the chair to help standing up, starts moving towards the stage. Mind very calm, relaxed, heart at 72 beats/min, very[...]

hamari saan..!!!


this time i thought of copying something directly from my mind..........on wht to write was already decided.......but when started hindi mein hi likhne lag gaye......sayad...hindi mein soch rahe the hum...isiliye!!

baat yaad aayi.......सन।९९५ ke aas paas ki......jab बलैक़ एन भाइट TV kholte the....
to machhar hi dikhayi de rahe hote they......नाब ghumake channel सेट karte they....paanch button they...teen toote they....सो bhai mila julu ke do button to they...jinka नाब ghumana padta tha gin chunke do teen चैनलो ke liye......DDबन, जी,Metro ...and दी like.

jaada टीबी dekhne ka sauk to tha nahi....par kabhi kabhi kuch achhe परोगराम humne bhi dekhe... maja bahut aaya..

saktimaan,tarang,tehkikaat, saanti(poori phamily dekhti thii),byomkes baksi,sri krisna,antaksari,chitarhaar,.......jaise परोगरामो se jo siksa mili ...aaj tak nahi bhuule....

tarang ne jo gyan bigyan ki siksa dii...usse hi to JEE niklii (image)

Add philam ki to poochho hi nahii.....
Aaj bhi yaad hai....

"Arey arey deepika ji lijiye aap ka poora samaan teyaar...
ye nahi...boh...

lekin aap to bo hamesa mehengi baali tikiya ..

lethi thii.....lekin bahi kwality ,bahi kaam....kam daamo mein koi ye kyun le...boh na le..

maan gaye deepika jii..


aapki paarkhi najar or nirma super...dono ko!!...."

humare ghar mein to tab se NIRMA hi aata hai.....

or "buland bharat ki buland tasbeer.....humara BAJAJ"(image)

Isko dekhkar...pitaji ne bajaj ko jo apnaya.....kabhi doosri gadi ko dekha tak nahii...

or to or...15 baras baad.....phir se scooter ko naya karaya..

bas ab to bhagbaan se ek hi binti hai....Birla cement se bane or Phebicol PIDILITE se पुते hue hamare ghar ko
kisi KAAMDHENU sariye jaisi local cheej ki najar na lage!!



This article is the repetition of what i posted on[name changed ].So,if you have already read,which i am damn sure you haven't[i am yet to get any viewer.. ]....don't hesitate to skip!! 21 years….quite a long time. But not long enough to be forgotten. Just frown for a moment and all the flashing memories boom out. Saw a lot, learnt a lot, felt a lot…..and the top of all… grew a lot. There was a time when we had almost the same world as today, same happenings, but still our face had an oblivious smile .Keeping the same situations, today, we growl and grumble about each and every thing we come across. They call us….new generation….”the” next generation…..then the mind bustles about a lot of questions….does ‘new’ mean ‘better’ here???? Does ‘next’ mean a step up the ladder or down????.....okay…..all the same…we are growing…..that means we have at least one division …where …results are positive. Again , that is not the multidisciplinary result. When I ponder over all these … conclusion I am able to draw(of course…differs from person to person)…..over centuries there was not as much temporal growth as it’s been over few decades. Now if we have got a sudden change and hike in a particular area (development of the science, proliferation in the materials of life, ability to curb anything which is not desirable .All in all, being the master of earth ,or may be of the near space also).…..there must be a lot of decline elsewhere. Let me elaborate….as our aim was to grow in a particular direction ……we focussed on that…and eventually we ended up having non-uniform growth in different directions. In fact, quite possibly, reverse growth in some directions. I just switched on the nice 20th century “information box”(what they call as TV) in front of me, what is there ??? One reporter babbling something having a mob on his/her background. A bunch And a voice comes from my back….Oh God!...Not Again .I turn around and ask my mother,” What’s the matter?? Din’t you see that??? Oh…that TV news…I saw. You don’t seem to be bothered.. Mother….there is no need to worry…we cant help it, that’s what happens day after day. Yaa… next generation… So, i think it’s more clear ……the decline thing I was talking about….Both the Mob in the news and the conflict among the two different viewers are the results of the decline. The generation changed, lifestyle changed, the thoughts changed, views changed…..and what about our ch____ter!! All of us saw the change and also felt it…but our fathers saw the direction of change…were upset to see it.. At times, they were worried also, but as the times passed by ….the disappointment died out. Actually , I thought all these observations are worth discussing. Because we are the one where the transformation happened, I can imagine the next generation, they are not going to be much different from us!! If the words above sound too mushy!!!...take this.. [...]

The Dream


A few seconds back i was editing my really paid off i got to know my Sign of Zodiac after finishing it.I always remained confused between Cancer and Leo...because i started my life on July 21......which is the date on the boundaries of the two signs and the local tabloids don't take these dates seriously which is the source of my confusion. here is sth worth reading again...


One night a man had a dream.He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times of his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it."Lord, you said that once i decided to follow you,you'd walk with me all the way.But i have noticed that during the most troublesome times of his life, there is only set of footprints.I don't understand why when i needed you most you would leave me."

The lord replied,"My child,My precious child,I love you and i would never leave you.During your times of trial and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints,it was then that I Carried you."

Well...there may be a little misunderstanding on the viewer's(if any) side.The Footprints are not mine...but the author is unknown to me.......One Archies paper card having this write-up is hanging on the left side of my !!! copy+paste :)

Cup of Life


Heyy.... it feels good to enter into the "Blogger"...... a whole lot of times i committed to start writing a blog!! but it took me a BIG-TIME... i just dash it off by giving something worth reading or seeing :).

The media presently is all flooded with all related to the cup It really wonders me how far we have come.......the HOMO SAPIENS have really won the universe today. Are we the same who were always... climbing the trees .......then jumping on to other.... using leaves to eat (not to cover... :P).......but quite happy with the barbarian life.

Then here u go...... billions of us ....all in front of a silver screen(enjoying the cup)......which collects the moving figures from a metallic disc in the space above ( which has been thrown out there by us only....and moving on a path continuously and foolishly [lol])...which in turn collects it from a different point on the globe!!!! Phewww....seems BIG :) ?...or B(OR)I(N)G :O ? or just AMAZING!!

Keep Enjoying...and let me too....!! in fact nothing to do much for the enjoyment....just a click gives you all you want.

Happy World Cup!!