The Solitary Writer

5 Glorious years for The Solitary Writer

2012-01-27T18:05:00.000+05:30

Time flies. This blog was born out of an experiment.May be a careless 2nd year Engineering students tryst with writing gave birth to TSW. Initial days were quite non productive in the blog perspective.The first post came in December.During those times, days were hectic.Submission pressure and marks were few factors which would bother me much. For once I started writing and it was never looking back. never knew I would reach this milestone one day. I hardly have over 300 posts and this itself is a big milestone. I don't know how to thank my readers. Thanks a lot readers,followers,fans and friends for being kind and generous enough to mark your presence here. This has always invoked a smile in my face. I would love to tell you that may be these days I am not regular in blogging but definitely I would miss you all.

This place has been full of fiction tales,non fictions,random ramblings,poetries and art works. I thank each and everyone for those valuable comments which provide me inputs about improvements and appreciations.I am planning to post few of my incomplete tales.I have enjoyed being in this space.I cannot cease to thank you guys. Some people mark their presence wherever they tread and you are those.Thank you guys

On 1/27/2007 ,I started this blog and today its 1/27/2012 and its been a never ending journey. Thanks for enlightening this place with your presence.Yuppie! Its finally 5 glorious years for the Solitary Writer

- Love

The Solitary Writer.

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Love to Hate 1

2012-01-18T23:23:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer - All characters are fictitious.The images are taken from Google.

'Nikhil Sharma, during our college days we never had a chance to attend coaching classes and our teachers words were like gospel to us. We admired and respected them
and look at you.Its because of students like you that the entire reputation and performance of our class is degrading.Why do you do so Nikhil?,' enquired
Leena,Professor in Ideal Engineering College.

Leena Bisht taught Data Structures to Second Year students of Ideal Engineering college and was also the facilitator for the entire Computer department.Nikhil smiled at her like a shameless and moved ahead to collect his DS paper.

'Don't smile! Shameless creature.Again 7/100. Probably we have witnessed the guy who consistently scores less marks in every exams,' Professor Leena announced to which
the entire class started laughing.Nikhil who was known as Nick to everyone was also enjoying the laughter riot.

'Anyways, I would like to meet your parents next week,' the Professor said to Nikhil and left for the staff room.

It was not the first time that any Professor of IEC had called for Nikhil'S parents. His parents could be labelled as the 'most wanted parents' in IEC.

Nikhil was one of the most outstanding student in S.E 'A' section.'Outstanding' by the fact that every professor would throw him out of their classes and Nikhil would
be seen roaming around the corridors peeping at beautiful girls attending lectures.He got admitted to IEC because of his fathers job in Army.He was a popular face in
the Engineering College located at Shimla.

'Nick, she is such a sinister man...I hate her,' Ashwin ,one of Nikhils close comrade asserted.

'Leave it bhai,' Nikhil smiled.
'Wow!! look I got 7 marks for the only answer which I knew,' He exclaimed.

Every Professor called Nikhil as Dumb,Idiot,Stupid and Buddhu. Nikhil would never care for all those names.

While entering the class,Nikhil came across an answer sheet lying outside the window.

'Neha Singh, Class SE 'A' Roll num 47' He read.

'S.E section A' ,' He read again.

Later on he glanced through the paper and stood stunned when he saw her marks.

'98/100,' It was Java answer sheet and after observing her marks and answer sheet ,Nikhil was curious to meet Neha.He folded her paper and kept in his bag.

There was something special in this girl and Nikhil wanted to find out this special factor.
He entered the classroom and scanned the whole room for any evidence of a new comer.It was the first time that Nikhil failed to identify somebody from his class.

He left for his seat but failed to locate Neha. He had never seen her before as he would seldom attend any lectures.

'Wow! what a surprise! We have Nikhil here for the first time,' Prof Raghu ,the Adv Java teacher said.

The entire class started screaming and clapped for him. Nikhil felt like an Olympic gold medal winner for a moment.

'Neha, don't look at him...he is the worst loser of this class,' A girl from their class told Neha.

It was for the first time when he saw Neha.Her eyes full and dark,sparkled brightly with the kohl which she applied.The mascara clad eyes beneath her coal black eyebrow had taken him aback.She was an attractive girl.She never wore much make ups unlike other girls to flaunt her beauty.

'Stop it!!' She said the girl for once.

She seemed to be a sweet girl.The qualities in her were something to be admired. She smiled back at Nikhil and he stood firm staring back at her but he could only see her hair braided to the side.

'Why are you standing?,' Prof Raghu enquired.

Nikhil sat down still thinking about the girl who mesmerized him with her looks.

'Wrapper classes are present in java.lang.package,' the Professors words remained unheard as Nikhil was busy concentrating on Neha.

He realized that he had her Java answer sheet and this would serve him to open a conversation with her. He was waiting for the right time and the right occasion. It was the last lecture of the day and Prof Asha had taken maternity leaves and hence she was unavailable.There are two types of Engineering students.Category 1 includes those who believe in studying at the right time and right moment.The other category solely depends on the Category 1 students and copy assignments from them.Nikhil belonged to the category 2 and Neha in Category 1.Category 1 students would utilize the free lectures to complete their tasks and assignment work.Nikhil would collect assignments from them at a later stage.

Neha was seated at the 2nd row.Nikhil soon noticed the presence of Neha in the class.

'Hey there!!,' He greeted her.
'Hello!!,' she smiled.
'How are you?,'He added.
'Pretty tired as you see...long day na,' She said
'Oh!! Some one is hard working,'
' hehehe...may be..,' She stroked her hair.
'I am Nikhil,' Nikhil displayed a vibrant smile on his face.
'Hi Nikhil...I'm Neha,' Neha introduced herself.

'Can I sit here?,'Nikhil asked her curiously.
'Oh! you do not need to ask me Nikhil,' She said.

'I heard that you have scored 98 in Java.Can you please share your answer sheet?,' He added
'Yes Sure..,' She said and checked her bag for the paper.

'Oh no...its not in my bag..Oh I lost it..What will I tell my parents?,' She was worried
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she searching her Core Java answer sheet.

'Hey! why are you worried...don't worry,' Nikhil smiled at her.
'Do you think I would smile after having lost my answer sheet and that too after scoring 98 marks,'Her eyes still moist.

Nikhil soon removed her marksheet from his bag and gave it to her.

'Hey, how did you get this? from where did you get this?,' A glimpse of joy reflected on her face.
'Umm..just got it lying outside the window...so thought of giving you..,'Nikhil grinned.

'I don't know how to thank you..btw how much did you score?,' She said anticipating a quick reply.

'Hahaha..you really want to know my marks..' Nikhil laughed.

'Yes I do...please tell no..please please ' She pleaded

(to be continued..)

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The Party Cycle

2012-01-15T12:22:00.000+05:30

Party Cycle!!

Its quite annoying at times when people especially friends pester you numerous times to throw a party.Earlier days we would celebrate different occasions with friends and family by partying with them. Party culture in today's generation different things . A friend called me the other day and asked me if we could party together and I asked him the reason and I was speechless.He was bored and wanted to party with me.That was quite lame but sometimes we can't really help.

Party Cycle

1.When you were born,everyone asked your dad for a party.

2.When you gradually started walking and talking ,there was scope for another party.

3.One more party when you started writing.

4.Another party when you started going to school.

5.A genuine party when you started scoring good marks. All these days your parents were under the axe and it was their sole responsibility.

6.When you entered college,cousins and school friends irk you

7.Again exams,entrance exams,degree college days etc and series of party.

8.Now after you pass university exams, a big party.

9.Sometimes when you flunk unfortunately, its time to share some sorrow.So that would be a booze party.(trust me i was involved in one such party :D )

10.All these while we forgot to mention the birthday party.

11.When you get into job,another party awaits.

12.When you get married ,one more party.

13. When you become a daddy/mommy ...you have to throw a big party .

14. Repeat Points 1 until 13.

Suresh - Bhai, that girl spoke to me!
Ramesh - Oh which chick man?
Suresh - that beautiful girl from Class D
Ramesh - Natasha?
Suresh - I proposed her...
Ramesh - then ..
Suresh - She accepted and now she is my girlfriend.
Ramesh - Oh then you need to throw me a party .

And there may be several other special occasions where we need to celebrate .But sometimes I feel that it is good to party and enjoy life but sometimes too much of partying is bad.So be responsible and good to others.Enjoy life and do well in life!. See ya!

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One Night Stand on a New Year Night - 4 (1/1/2012)

2012-01-07T23:44:00.001+05:30

One Night Stand Post actually marks my blogging activities every year.My blogging year starts with the ONS posts.

Read the previous parts,

1/1/2009 - ONS - The Man & the Innocent girl

1/1/2010 - ONS - The Man & the fiery girl

1/1/2011 - ONS - The Man & the random girl

and now I present you 1/1/2012 - ONS - The Man & his changed girl

Monday ->Piyali.

Tuesday->Misbah

Wednesday->Parizad

Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't care for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls every night.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was not less than a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He refused to accept and respect Indian culture and traditions.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.

"Oh is it dear!," she said

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.She was about to elope with him.

He held her close to his body.He caressed her hairs and started kissing her nape voraciously.It was a dark night and the place seemed to be deserted as most of the people were busy enjoying the New Year.He grabbed her firmly and made love with her.

The morning sun shone brightly and brilliantly through the bedroom window. He got up and smiled at her.

'Thanks for the night babe,' He said.

She smiled back at him.

'So did you like it?,' He curiously asked her.

'Yes, I loved it,' She blushed.

'It was my first sex after my gender sex change operation and I can't tell you how much I enjoyed it,' She smiled.

He was bewildered and could not accept the fact that he actually slept with a shemale.

The Mischief Monger

2011-12-27T12:18:00.002+05:30

I am not going to display my heroics through this post. The Title once used to be my Twitter handle.I am going to narrate a fiery event through this story.

I still remember those early junior college days where we used to prepare hard for our IIT JEE.The trainings and test would be rigorous and trainers would set pretty difficult question papers for us.My focus for that entire year was IIT.Gradually days passed and exams were nearing.I was staying away from my family as I was studying in Pune. My family lived in Mumbai and I would get a chance to meet my folks during weekends. The entire event in this story happened during one fine Saturday. Sunday was my exam.After 14 hours of rigorous study,I had finally decided to take a break. I learnt that my neighbour Chetan from my Class in the neighbouring Dorm had slept. I was studying continuously for 14 hours and he was sleeping continously for the same duration.

'Wheeeeee.....Krrrrrruuuuuu......Kreeeee....,' One could hear a long whistle of snore resonating at its highest frequency.I knocked the door as I wanted him to focus on our preparation.

'Chetan,...abey motte...Uthooo yaar,' I knocked his door. Finally ,I realized that the door was opened. He lay sprawled out on the bed.He was just wearing a polka dotted boxer.His belly resembled the peak of mount Everest.His synchronized movement of his belly and lips amazed me.He was snoring away to glory.

I screamed at him at the top of my voice to wake him up.He seemed to me like 'Kumbhakaran' who never planned to wake up.I made a last attempt at waking him up,but he remained firm like a rock.I finally surrendered after many failed attempts to wake him up and returned back to my room.

Continuously studying for 14 hours had taken a toll on my body.The one fact about my room was that there was a banyan tree located near my window which had no grills.This served as an entry for unwanted guests in form of sparrows,monkeys,crows etc. It was 4 pm and no power at our locality.Hence I had to open the window.There was an unexpected fresh but cool brisk wind which blew through my window.I dozed off as I was too tired after studying.

A Monkey surfaced on my window and saw a plate of fresh bananas.He was a young and probably got lost from his troops.He was hungry and the fresh sight of bananas attracted him and he jumped in my room. He gorged on the bananas and saw me sleeping on the bed.I was wearing my 'Being Human' T-Shirt and a boxer.The Boxer had printed pictures of fruits such as Banana,Watermelons,Mangoes and grapes.The monkey was probably more hungry and was hunting for more food. He saw my boxers and he could not resist at the sight of the watermelons.He jumped over me and dug his teeth deep into the watermelon. Luckily it was at the back of my boxer.

I screeched at the top of my voice.I sprang out of the bed and saw the monkey eating the rags of my boxer.I helplessly looked at him.

'Shh...get lost ...monkey ...go away..shooo shooo,' I tried to shoo away the monkey but it did not budge.We both looked at each other for around 10 minutes.I wanted him to go but he was staring at bananas printed on my boxer.I wore my jeans as soon as I learned that the monkey was eying on the banana printed on my boxer.My butt pained.I could not walk properly. The monkey soon escaped from my room.I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw the monkey leave. I got back to sleep.After around 1 hour,I woke up and left for Chetans room.

'Whee....Krruuuuu...Kreee...' He was snoring like anything. I somehow managed to wake him up.

'Hello...good morning brooo....,' He rubbed his eyes.
'Good Morning...Idiot,its 5.15 pm..,' I said to him.

'Oh my god...I am not going to clear IIT man...'He was being pessimistic.
'Where is your exam center?,' he asked me.
'No Idea dude...must be Aundh...Let me check,' I said and rushed for my room. I had placed my admit card on the table which had the banana.I got tensed and panicked as I learnt that I had misplaced my Admit Card.

I searched my entire room but I could not locate my Admit Card. I thought for a while and came to a conclusion that the monkey had flown away with my Admit card.

I ran out of my apartment and searched for the monkey everywhere.I asked almost everyone for the witty primate.Afte 30 minutes, I almost gave up.But I had no options. A tear rolled on my cheeks as IIT was a dream for me.I was trying hard to clear the IIT JEE and had prepared for it since class 10.

I was sobbing and weeping.Everyone from my colony were looking at me. I controlled myself and wiped my tears. I was ready to tackle the monkey.

'Kheee...Kheeee,' I heard a sharp sound from top of a tree. I was delighted to see the same monkey seated at the branch of the mango tree. It had my admit card. I threw a stone at it and in reply it threw a mango at me.I rushed to the near by shop and got 3 bananas for the monkey.I threw the banana at it. It caught the banana just like how Jhonty Rhodes did it in the cricket field. I threw all the bananas at the monkey but each time the catch got better. I helplessly looked at the monkey.

An idea struck on my mind. I luckily had another Fruits printed boxer with me.I called Chetan and asked him to get the boxers for me. It looked like the monkey enjoyed eating the boxers. Chetan came after 10 min with a similar boxer. I waved the boxer at the monkey. I directed it to throw the admit card down by showing different actions. It understood my gestures and it directed me to throw the boxer up. Its rightly said that Man and Monkeys are ancestral cousins. We both understood each other and the monkey threw the admit card below and I threw the boxer up. The monkey had made a paper ball out of my admit card.I caught it and put it on my pocket.The boxer could not attain the desired height and as a result it came down after reaching a certain altitude.Chetan and me ran away after we got our stuffs.The monkey glared at us and was highly disappointed.

Later on I narrated the entire story to Chetan and there was a laughter riot.We both headed for our room and resumed back to studies.

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Few Important Pointers for Life!

2011-12-24T12:06:00.004+05:30

There are many times I come across people who regret for their actions. Controlling your tongue is an important thing and what you speaks makes you.You are recognized by the things you speak.There may be times when things may go wrong or may be your day wasn't just perfect. Its obvious that would be the worst time of your life and you would be down and low. Instead of cheering yourself you would prefer to be alone.You won't wish to mingle with people around you. You would instantly burst upon someone who irks you or pesters you with some work.This shouldn't be the case.It takes great time to win someones heart and to make your presence noticed. It indeed takes few minutes to get your name spoiled and it takes time to reconstruct the old good name .Damage control isn't necessary always.So I have always been advising people to think before your speak something. Ponder over what went wrong and how to make it right.Take out the necessary correcting measures.

I admit that its really difficult to control yourself during our bad times.But that is not the theme of life.If every time you get vexed over someone then I am sure your circle of trust and friendship would be reducing.At one time you will realize that the diameter of that circle will suddenly diminish into a point and you would be left all alone.Each indecision brings something unpleasant.You might have a big quarrel with your loved ones.They may be your parents,sibling or your best friend. You might just not know how much difficult the situation may get.By doing this , you are just going to lose another person in your life. It takes time to build a relation.Building relationship is the most difficult situation. I bet how many of you here really felt difficult to confess their love for some stranger. It may be the person who mesmerized you with their personality. You really find it difficult to open a conversation with them. Relations are like strings.Its delicate at the beginning.As soon as the bond gets stronger, the string turns strong.It is easily broken during the worst times.Everything seems shattered. Here are few pointers which can be useful for you.

1.Exercising Control over the tongue.
Tongue may appear like a muscular mass of tissues,but it has got the power to destroy things and turn things bliss.These are two opposite things I would say.
Here is one example of a conversation which I found interesting.It is an chat excerpt from an Indian authors book.

Boy - You never called me the other day..
Girl - I was busy.
Boy - I realized you were out with the other guy....I ever tried calling you several times.
Girl - I have already told you I was busy with some work.
Boy - You fucking bitch.I know what you were doing with him.
The girl breaks into tears and goes away.

Friends, I would like to advise that Human emotions can do wonders at time and at sometimes they can just play more than a spoilsport.When you start loving someone,you think too much about the person. Everytime you think what she/he may be doing at that time. This peice may just look weird but I want to write something which is actually the truth. Do not play with anyone.Control over tongue is necessary.For an ill tempered person ,one minute is enough to create a storm.But I would love to say that after that one minute of havoc ,it is not possible to create a positive impact. Apology will not help as already the damage is done. There is no lull after storm in this case.Hence exercising control over the tongue is very important.

2.Thinking twice before speaking.
This point is very much essential when you are planning for a long term relationship.Relationship is all about being together,understanding each other.Its the case were like minded people with common thought process bond together.They may be lovers,couples or any kind of relation for that matter.If this point is violated then everything would be a mess.This point coupled with our first point can naturally is a good factor which helps in maintaining things.Compromising things in life and nature to forget and forgive will always help people in relationship.Tongue rules us.So I advice you guys to think twice before speaking.

3.Never get into a Verbal argument.
The point is self explanatory.Somethings can be mutually sort out by mere discussions instead of quarrels and unpleasant arguments.This will create a negative impact and an impression which can break bongs.

4.Silence.
During our worst times,I would prefer being silent for a while.Isolate yourself for sometime. Think what went wrong.Think for the scope of improvement.During this phase, you can easily make out the reasons which made you behave like that. This stage will give you an inner strength and help you in gaining the lost confidence.

5.Apology
Sorry is the only word which plays a rescue ranger during troubles.Never think twice,just shoot the word.It will automatically invoke a good feeling for you.But naturally ,not all time sorry can come to your rescue.It is not a passport to all the mistakes you do.

Friends, life is really short and I guess we should be cherishing the life which god has gifted us.Avoid sour moments with your loved ones.This is not good for you.This is a random post which I have scribbled.I hope you get something out of it.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a very Prosperous New year

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Boss and his Secret Muse!!

2011-12-16T01:02:00.000+05:30

Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction and all characters in this post are fictitioius.

The other night I had a terrible fight with a cantankerous person who was the sole owner of my work life. Sometimes I felt I was married to him at work.'Reddy' is what all call him. He was my boss. I worked in a so called Marketing company. Everyone knows that marketing people are highly creative. They get paid for their creativity and everyday they are expected to come with something new. I could rather say that I worked like a puppy and was paid like a slug by Mr.Reddy. I always used to get vexed by his gestures which would often irk me.I was chasing my dream, but after working with a green faced monster like Reddy for 5 years, I realized that I was at a wrong place.

During my tenure at Reddy Marketing, I was not lauded by my boss not even a single time nor I was provided a good hike.It was always disappointing to work more and recieve less.I wanted to find his weakness.I tried to take the shortcut to success. I researched and found out Reddy's secret muse. She was Mr.Reddy's girlfriend.I was mesmerized when I saw her for the first time at our office.Her eyes full and dark,sparkled and was scintillating with the blue lens that she wore.The mascara clad eyes beneath her coal black brow had taken me aback. To be honest I had never seen an attractive girl like her before in my life.I have seen girls like her on Fashion TV.I always wanted to make a girlfriend like her but sadly I never had any girlfriend.She was taciturn when it came to talking to random strangers. I knew she had a thing for my boss who was a big victim of mid life crisis.I sometimes failed to understand what did Reddy do to befriend the beauty.They mostly resembled the beauty and the beast.Its not amazing to know that Reddy had a beautiful wife and a wonderful 7 yr old kid. Weekends in Hyderabad are quite boring especially when you don't have a girlfriend. The only thing which you could do is to check out the lavish malls.Its now or never. I planned to weave an imaginary story out of Reddy and his secret muse.

It was a fine Saturday evening and as usual I was visitor to one of the mall in hyderabad. I saw a man from behind who got into a verbal fight with the Salesman.The guys temper seemed to have flared like a sky rocket.I observed the girl who was accompanying him. I was surprised to see my boss and his secret muse at that place. I went near them and greeted them. The girl seemed to have been impressed by me. She smiled at me which got my boss furious.He tried to shoo me out but I stood firm.
I looked aside and saw a fat lady with a cute girl heading towards us. 'Omg Sharmila,' My boss hid behind his girlfriend.

An idea flashed on my criminal mind.I looked at the fat lady and grinned at my boss.My boss asked me to help him.I realized that this was the best opportunity to get the most out of him.I asked him to promise me a heavy increment,an onsite opportunity and good bonus.At first he hesitated,but later on succumbed to pressure and accepted my demands.I suggested both of them to go the KFC outlet.We took the corner table and heaved a sigh of relief.My boss's girlfriend was devoid of things happening around her nor she was interested in knowing everything. We spoke for a while. My boss's eyes scanned entire KFC and he couldn't find.A cute little girl came next to my boss and started screaming. 'Daddy..Appa...how come you here...' .

This attracted Mrs.Reddy and within the next 2 minutes both of them were seated next to us. Now we all were looking at each others face. My boss's face turned pale.There was complete silence for a moment.My boss helplessly looked at me. He urged me to do something and I could read his eyes.We saw a couple sitting at the nearby table.They both were quarreling. From their discussion I learned that there was something to do with infidelity. The guy had probably broken the trust of his wife by dating another woman just like my boss.I could not stop giggling after relating the situations.There was a sudden whim to go to their table and sort out the problem. I soon left for their table.

'You know what Didi...life is all about trusting and realizing the worth of your partner.He may not be sincere or loyal to you...but somewhere through his eyes I can read his mind that he still loves you and his love for you is true.There are bad times in life and sometimes we tend to do something beyond our reach like Jiju did.I am not an oracle,advice maven or a wise man to preach philosophy.But I dont want to see you and Jiju going separate.You two look like a great couple and I know that during the journey of life he will be the best companion... Today I tell you that he would be the best rudder for your boat.I just wanted to tell you that you are an awesome couple and look great together...God bless you', I said to my self proclaimed Jeeja and Didi and left for my table. The Lady..my self proclaimed sister almost broke into tears. They kissed each other and happily left for their home.

'Quite Impressive young man,'Mrs.Reddy smiled.
'Ahh..thats just the sweeter side of me..Sharmila maam,' I retored.

The environment became lively once again.
'Men shouldn't cheat on their wife and children..its the worst thing to do,' She added.
'But you might not know ..sometimes such men are present near us...and we sadly fail to recognize them..' I laughed.

I wondered if I had a camera to capture my Boss's reaction. He pleaded guilty. I could see his eyes turning moist. I wanted to torture him but sadly I couldn't.

'It just happens..a good wife would please her husband and won't let him to cool his heels at any other womans house..' I added.

'You are right young man...' Mrs. Reddy smiled.The little girl was gorging on the chicken legs which was a part of the KFC bucket.
'There is no point in disowning them after knowing they broke your trust...'I smiled.

'Who is she by the way? Doesn't she speaks? ,' Mrs.Sharmila Reddy pointed at the beautiful girl who was my boss's girlfriend.
There was complete silence for a while. Mr.Reddy shrugged his shoulders at first.He thought for a while and then broke the silence by saying that she was my girlfriend.

I was flummoxed for a while. There was a 'Beta ..Mann mei laddu foota 'reaction on my face.
'Oh yeah!' I grinned and I looked at my boss's muse.

She smiled at me.She came close to me.Our lips locked.We kissed. There was another 'Beta,..mann mei laddoo foota' moment. I always knew she had a crush on me.But I never had the courage to propose my boss's girlfriend althought she liked me. I realized it when she smiled at me without any reason. My Boss and his Wife were looking at us.The little girl hid her face when she saw both of us voraciously kissing each other as if there was no tommorow.

'I love you baby...' She told me.This was the third 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment in my life.
'I love you too...I wanted to tell you this since long,' I smiled.

My boss's mouth was wide open as he was surprised to see his own girlfriend betraying him.He exhibited a sharp glare at me.
'You two are so adorable,' Mrs.Reddy said.

'I assure you that Reddy will give you a good increment and a better bonus for you,' She asserted. There was the fourth 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment during the span of 30 min.

She soon left the place along with her daughter.We bid her bye. My boss was angered by our gesture. He was helpless and left place.Now I had every chance to blackmail my Boss.

So I laid the foundation of my love with my boss's secret muse at a KFC outlet in Hyderabad. I admit I am a loquacious person at times but I never thought my witty nature would get me lots of goodies in form of girlfriend,money and bonus.

Now ,I have my boss's secret muse as my own girlfriend,good appraisal,bonus,onsite trip and many more. What do you have ? :D :D

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The Moment

2011-12-10T13:37:00.001+05:30

'Man,She is dressed in wine red,' Ramesh Smiled.
'I saw her...Infact she was gorgeous today...is it her birthday ?,' Suresh asked him.

Its a natural phenomenon that when a guy meets a beautiful girl he rather wants to talk her. But this is the story of two friends Suresh and Ramesh.They both fell for the same girl.One liked her and the other loved her. She was Esha,the main hearthrob for all the guys in the Office.It seemed like she was the last beautiful girl who worked in InfoSystems India.

'No ..her birthday is on April 1,'
'Ahh,she must be a beautiful fool then..,' Suresh winked at him.

They both loved her but never had the guts to confess their love to her. But today they had decided to propose her.

'Flip the coin man,' Suresh said
'for what..' Ramesh was curious to know more.

'This is the day...lets see if its you or me...,' Suresh became serious.
'No need..I will go first,' Ramesh told.

He went close to her.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LIKE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive response,' He smiled and left.

It was Suresh's turn.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LOVE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive respone,' He smiled and ran away.

Esha was confused about the things happening around her. She called for both of them.

'You both are awesome guys.you both have been best friends.You are too good and obviously you both are talented,' She said.

'Yeah...we are,' The guys said in Unison.

'and its a decisive moment right now..now you guys tell me what do I do...' She added.

'One of you Loves me and the other Likes me...thats sweet but ...' Her face turned sad

'But..whaaaattt....' They both said .

'But ...' She took a deep breath.

'Mummaaaaaa.....I won the beauty contest,' A girl of around 18 came running towards to her.

'So you still Like me Ramesh!,' Esha said.

'So you still Love me Suresh!,' Esha said and her daughter started laughing.

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The Red Couch!

2011-12-03T10:54:00.001+05:30

Magpie 93 – Photo provided by Magpie Tales

I walk a lonely road,
Everyday too and fro,
I work whole day and night,
With less Sleep,food,
While I walk,i see
An imaginary red couch,
That wants me to sit on it
I look at it and walk away,
I see behind ,it invites me
I toil hard in front of Computer
Writing codes and making Sheets,
I sit on the chair,
My back aches,migraine,
Work pressure,Stress.
When I go back home,
I see the same red couch,
That wants me to sit on it,
I ignore and walk away.
This Cycle repeats and goes on,
Everyday I disappoint it,
But today I accepted it,
And sat on it with a smile,
Realized what life was like,
The first time in my life,
And it feels so great,
I look around the world,
I feel so amazed.
It teaches me to make time,
During the busy hours,
take some rest,breaks,
thats all what I desire,
Now everyday I look at it,
The Red Couch Smiles at me.

PS - I seldom write poems and I guess it was just another attempt at writing a poetry. Feedbacks are appreciated

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Andy -Mandy : Mandy & Fastrack bag

2011-11-26T00:04:00.001+05:30

Finally after several years of experience, Mandy had become the Vice President of his company and he was asked to present a session on Creativity & Innovation to senior managers of leading MNC's.Andy was Mandy's PA.This was exclusively for IT companies.

Mandy - So guys welcome to the club. So how does it feels being big guns.I mean senior managers.

All- It feels awesome (in unison).

Mandy- You all are here from different organizations and today I have been asked to talk on Creativity & Innovations.

All - Wow! you are the man!

Mandy - I know. I am going to find your organization with the help of your bagpacks.

Everyone looks at each others face.Andy laughs like anything and he is sure that Mandy would goof up.

Mandy cleverly notices the company logos and names written on each of their bags.

Mandy - Mr A (with Amdocs bag) ,you work for Amdocs right?

A - yes Sir.

Mandy - Mr. B (with Persistent bag ), you work from Persistent right?

B - oh Wow you are awesome.

Mandy - Mr. C (with AT&T bag ) , you work for AT&T right?

C - Mandy ,you are a genius man,...you are absolutely right

Mandy - Mr. D (with Fastrack bag ), you work for Fastrack right?

Andy is watching all the fun.

D - Are you nuts man,... If I have Fastrack bag..does it means i work for Fastrack. I work for Google man.

Every one starts laughing and Mandy watches at everyone with a straight face :D

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Turning 24!

2011-11-24T00:00:00.000+05:30

How does it feels when you grow up.Terrible.I would alwayslove to be that 7 yr old kid of 1995 who always used to hold his mumma's handwherever she went.Offcourse I was a pampered kid throughout my life.Sometimesit would give me a feeling as if I were born with a silver spoon .Throughout my childhood my life has been comfortable and I've lived like aking. Last few years have been a great learning experience for me.Staying away from home has taught me great lessons.

Training,Studying,Posting,Cribbling,Whining,Joking,Laughing,Smiling,Facebooking,Twitteringand Flirting has been a constituent part of my last 2 years.By the time Iturned 20,girls labelled me as the biggest 'Flirtu' ever.Thanks to theSagitarian influence. By the time I turned 21, friends called me nerdy cause ofmy entrance exam preparations.By the time I turned 22, I became a seriousworking guy.By the time I turned 23, friends in Delhi tagged me as theCribber,Crybaby and what not.Now that I have turned 24,I am back to my home.Iam not the same Flirtu anymore.I am not the cribber nor I am the sameworkaholic who used to sit late night at office.

Today is my 24th birthday.Yey!!! This is the only day wheremy phone is busy and people flood it with numerous phone calls and texts .I'm allexcited.Growing older doesn't makes you feel old. It makes you responsible.Asyou near mid 20's you should learn to handle things by your own and thedependency factor should not exist.You got to support your family andentertainment and fun will always come and go.Life has been fun throughout andI guess its big time to become serious.I have an unsatiable thirst for learningnew things and probably I would be concentrating more on that front.I shall behope for a big switch but that will take place only when the market situationhas improved.Made and Met many new people last year and 2011 has been anawesome year till now.Returned home and I am here to stay.I'm not the same kidanymore.I am the MAN. ;)

Love to all my buddies outhere.Asbah,Sandeep,Himanshu,Vinti,Dishita

Richa,Sarah Malik,Mahwish,ShreyaTerra,Anukriti,Leo,Disha,PriyaJoyce and everyone out here.My thanks to mydearest bro Braj.He is the best guy I've seen since last 2 years.Asincere,honest guy who is a great friend of mine.I will always look forward for him in my life and may be knock his doors during bad times.He has got the power to provide you the best solace during the bad and the worse times.His sincerity and innocence is something which distinguishes him from the others.This is what impresses me and makes me think of my glorious past when I used to be like him. I admire him,honour him and respect him.He is like my sibling and I feel great to have met him. Sarah Malik is another dear friend of mine, infact younger friend who has been a great buddy.Mahwish aka Mishi is my bestest buddy here and share your problems with her and she will make you feel better.Thanks for all the love andyour friendship.Please have a share of this wonderful cake.

Haunted by Love

2011-11-21T11:57:00.001+05:30

This is the photo prompt for Magpie Tales this week.

She haunts me in my dreams,
Every night, She knocks
my door,thinking I am
always there for her.

Her eyes mesmerizing,
Seductive lips and
alluring face,every night
She smiles at me.

Our lips lock,we
Swirl our body together.
Caressing her cheeks,I
kiss her nape.

No words to define,
her beauty what means.
Every night I close,
my eyes and dream.

She vanishes away,
Leaving me like a fish,
floundering on land, and
a bird with wings destroyed.

I want her now,
for I have been loving,
and loving life,
with and without her.

My eyes open,it hurts
the smile, disappears.
Oh Love! where are thee

Come back once again

Belly Dreams , to go Flat

2011-11-08T00:49:00.000+05:30

My last few weeks have been disastrous. October release deployment had taken a toll on my body and I could see drastic changes in my body structure. I repeat that this drastic change has been because of my affinity towards Mumbai and Pune food. Yeah! I'm back home.Yikes! this is not good for me. I'm afraid I might look like a teddy bear someday. So I'm shocked infact was shocked and still shocked when I utter my weight to someone. Jeez! I used to be so thin years ago.People,I'm 87 kg. For the past few weeks I've been gorging on all things which could Fly,Swim,Walk and Crawl. I'm not Satan for that matter. I'm really shocked to know that my weight is 174 lbs. My waistline has increased to 38 from 34.All this happened in just 2 months. So I bet I must have put over 10 kg's since last 5 weeks. I am not surprised that if I go by this rate then some day I might look like this bear.

A round of Applause for my mother for cooking delicious food items that attract my taste bud.Offcourse its her magic that casts a spell upon us. So the main culprit who is behind deforming my body structure is none other than my beloved mother.Delhi is an awesome city with some extreme harsh weather conditions. Winters are too cold and Summers are ruthless. Naturally it would be difficult for any person to get adapted to those harsh weather conditions. I did live there for over 2 years but trust me my fitness was not hampered. I was fit like anything. I never had 6 packs or 8 packs but this tummy irks me. So whom do I blame for this. I was thinking over this while I was taking bath. I was immersed in some weird thoughts and finally realized that I should take this workout plan seriously. I am afraid and scared that one day I could become a balloon.So to avert this threat I need to do something. As some say Prevention is better than Cure. So I am ready. So talking about Delhi and Pune food. Believe me that my stay in Delhi didn't amuse me much because of my unhealthy food habits. I lately starting eating lots of junk food.As a result of this I started gaining lots of kilos. Also my happiness grew no bounds when I came to know that I was finally going home. Alas! it was indeed sad leaving Delhi. Now that my Belly has grown bigger I would sincerely like to thank all those Pigeon,Chicken,Lamb,Fish,Crab and Rabbits without whom my belly would be looking more flatter.Its these creatures who actually attracted me and transformed me into a Bhakasura (Epic Guy from Mahabharata who ate like anything). I can also be called as Kumbhakarna for my sleeping habits. I should talk about my sleep cycle too. My sleeping habits attributes to my big belly.Initially when I was in Delhi my sleep cycle would be around 6 hours. An average human being should have a sound sleep of around 8 hours. Anything below 8 hours is not acceptable. So 6 was not good.Few Scientists performed some reasearch and found out that those sleeping less than 8 hours will become fat. Strange! I didn't become fat when I was sleeping less than 6 hours. But these days I seem to be enjoying a bonus sleep hours. I am like sleeping like Kumbhakarana and I sleep for over 10 hours. Now this is indeed very bad. A lazy person sleeps and eats and never does anything constructive. I do eat and do constructive things and I am highly productive too but I sleep a lot.One should remember that girls like men with packed abs and not bags.There can be some exceptions too .Check this picture .Don't look at her .

There should be a balance between everything you do. My office is even less than 3 km from my home.It hardly takes 4 min by walk to reach office. I'm so lazy that I get up 15 min before my work hour,brush my teeth,wear my clothes and rush to work. I take an auto for my office. Now this is height of laziness. I can't get up at 7 am. That might sound weird for some people but sadly thats the truth. Sometimes I come to a conclusion that I should rather wear all my clothes and hit the bed so that I can go to office without any haste. But that would be shameful to do.So I'm wondering and finding out ways to get back my flat tummy.As an IT professional I would just want to say one thing that we people never care about our health.We sit in front of the terminal for over 9 hours and our body gets adjusted to the AC temperature. As we go outside our body temperature has to change to the outside temperature.So this transistion doesn't sounds good to me. There could be obvious health issues. Sitting at the same place working on codes will make you obese.These days I am seriously planning to work out but nothing is going right. I'm having a worse time at work and I have to concentrate on that too. There might be a time where my nephews might play with my belly. Bren already loves it.Now 87 is the number which I hate much these days.So could dieting could work?. Or may be some dedicated workout sessions with some trainer. May be I should go swimming. Sounds crazy. Like this I can say that 24 hours a day isn't enough for me.I demand an extra 2 hours for doing all these workouts. Its natural and I guess 2 hours a day can do wonders to me and my body structure .I hurt myself while trying to do push ups. I'm taking this seriously and trust me one day I will be like this guy.( see picture below).

Software Engineering is a field where your work is demanding.Appraisals,Performance review etc have been few factors which actually defines a person in IT industry. Your colleague works good ,so you naturally need to bring up your performance else your manager would be considering good ratings for him/her. Flexibility is a term which I purposely used in such cases. HR managers usually ask you to be flexible when it comes to work. Well does being flexible means working overtime and being devoid of worldly things.By doing this we are obviously missing our loved ones.We are missing those valuable times with them that would mean a lot to them. Offcourse just an hour or 2 with them would make them smile and imbue a feeling of joy within them. My intention here is not to preach a lesson or something. I am no saint for that matter. My whole focus area right now is my belly. Everynight I sleep i look at my belly with a hope that one day I will get rid of these extra fats. But its disappointing at times because I know everything depends on me. I work almost 12 hours a day and sometimes I work even on weekends.I am already sleep deprived. Junk foods,over sleep and other factors have contributed to my obesity. This doesn't sounds good.

Its just that I'm having terrible time at work. So lets say by next year I can get rid of this big belly (don't say beer belly for a matter of fact I don't drink :P ). So its time to walk, swim,jog, pushup,pull up and do every damn thing on earth to get them flat. I need to bring the number down to 75 from 87.This will do good to me.So never mind girls... I shall be back with a bang very soon. So for time being enjoy this morhped picture of Twilight superstar Edward Cullen and his beer belly. So still you girls love Edward Cullen?. If yes then you should meet me ;-)

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All I need is just 2 hours to get Creative & Innovative.

2011-11-05T13:22:00.003+05:30

Written for a Contest at Indiblogger

How simple could life get when you start using your thinking caps instead of wasting some precious time. My Company has been seriously promoting and advocating their associates to get innovative and creative.Very less people have actually taken those corporate mailers seriously.Often those mailers would go into their Deleted Items folder. But If one really has to ponder on such topics then I guess it would pay some value to his skill. My organisation has been shelling up few lakhs of amount as a gift prize for the most innovative and creative ideas that an Individual comes up with. Your skill sets doesn't needs to be improved or updated. So all these days I've been wondering I wish I had 2 extra hours to do all those stuffs.

I know I'm very much creative.Some say I call myself as a self proclaimed writer although I am in the process of writing my story book. But it takes lots of efforts to be creative and innovative. All these while I have been emphasizing on Creativity and Innovation. Why don't we think that Innovation could actually change our life. It will make the process smoother. It not only applies to Corporate Organisation but also to our daily lives. Object Oriented Programming has a concept known as 'Polymorphism' which states that there are more ways to do a same thing. Offcourse it is not the exact statement I have modified it.Well if one thing can be done in many ways then why can't we think on those lines too.During my Personal Review Discussion my boss asked me about my contribution in terms of Creativity,Innovation and Automation.I was completely taken aback when he asked me this question.I was simply blank and I mentioned him about the Knowledge repository website which I had created for my Team which is actually our teams training site which would benifit new joinees.It would help them get a complete glance of the Project and the System Processes. So he then gave me a wonderful example of Innovation in terms of an oil bottle.

At first there manufacturers used Glass bottle to deliver oil. Later on they innovated and worked upon it and glass bottles got replaced by plastic bottles. This got improvised and they used Packets and Sachets.This served as the best example. So I came across this contest.So What if I had 2 hours extra in a day?. I would be thinking in terms of Innovation and Creativity.Creativity offcourse makes wonders.It is said that a Creative person can actually bring smartness into work.I always learnt from my previous boss that a person should try to do smart work instead of hardwork. A manual handling work can take upto 9 hours but instead some innovation and creativity of the same work with help of some coding and automation can increase efficiency and productivity. It can reduce your time efforts by many hours.So firstly some algorithms and procedures can be written and then some high level designing and then it could be coded and properly implemented.The Oil Bottle served as the best example to illustrate Innovation.Creativity on other hand can bring life to your work.A boring day at work is not all which we would ask for.There are certain elements and groups at work which plan to bring some fun at work.This can be rated as the best outcome of Creativity. Innovation can be implemented in our daily day to day activities too. During my stay in Delhi at a friends place, I learned something new for breakfast. We used Maggi noodles and tried blending it with some other food item and it turned out to be tasty. Like wise Electric cooker,Solar cooker etc have been quite useful these days especially during the days of increasing Gas Cylinder prices. So they can be a good alternative too. If I could list then I can produce a big long record of such examples. But sadly I thought something different while writing this. I firmly believe that I've achieved what I intended to convey the readers. But I would like to emphasize on Creativity and Innovation because they save time and improves our thinking process. If you don't think ,then you can't be a smart worker.Smart working implies Innovation and Creativity. So in either cases these two plays an important role in any individuals performance. So if I had 2 extra hours a day then I would thinking on these lines. No matter I would be spending some time with my dear and loved ones too.

So I would love to dedicate my extra 2 hours to become Creative and Innovative. Creativity redefines work and Innovation enhances work. So be Creative and Innovative.

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note

2011-10-31T22:50:00.001+05:30

It was a fine sunny morning and as usual Sarah and her friend Niketa were waiting at the Mumbai Gol Building bus stop to board the bus #57 destined for Kurla.Sarah was doing her medicine. Niketa and Sarah were like two best friends since childhood. They would often address each others as soul sisters. They would share the wildest and the deepest secrets amongst them.

"Nikku, you know I saw Leo's Inception movie for like the 38th time," Sarah was a huge fan of Titanic,Inception fame Leonardo Caprio. She would do anything to get the first show tickets of his movies. Such a die hard fan Sarah was. Sarah and Niketa were busy indulged in some discussions regarding Leo's new movie J.Edgar.

"Do you know What Nikku," Sarah grinned.
"Whaat Sarah baby," Niketa was curios to know what she was going to say.

'Leo looks hot in J.Edgar..I have already taken a printout of his movie stills and pasted it on my Bedroom walls ," Sarah smiled.

"Oh you silly girl....,' Niketa winked.

Bus#57 finally arrived. There was one person who was keenly observing Miss Sarah from sidelines. He used to do this almost everyday but Sarah never knew him. During one such discussions, the guy overheard that Sarah is a huge fan of Leo. Since then he changed his hairstyle to that of Jack Dawson's of Titanic. He seemed to be liking Sarah but unfortunately he didn't had enough courage to take it a step further.So he had finally decided that he will go for the goal and try to talk to her.

Sarah and Niketa were seated at the ladies seat. He admired Sarah from behind. Everytime he would go to talk to her , Sarah would talk to Niketa about her hero Leo. Finally,the guys stop had arrived. He took a pen but sadly he didn't had any paper.He searched for papers on his bag ,but he could only find chits which he used for his Semester exams. He took a 10 Rs note and wrote his name and phone number on it and threw at Sarah and smiled at her. When Sarah opened that she realized that it was a 10 Rs note. Niketa had told her that this guy was observing her since long and he didn't had any paper so he wrote his number on a 10 Rs note. Sarah got furious for once and grimaced at him as he was smiling at Sarah like a shameless. Sarah threw the note behind. An Old man from behind came to Sarah and asked her if she didn't want the note and Sarah replied that it was not hers.Sarah found this act of this guy rather cheap. Even his Jack Dawson hairstyle did not suffice.

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan

2011-10-30T17:25:00.000+05:30

for Sunday Scribblings

Peter Parker was a nerd who lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunty May. He had hots for his neighbor Mary Jane whom he liked. He used to follow her like crazy everywhere.But he never had the courage to talk to her.They both studied in the same high school.

It was one fine morning and Peter and his classmates had visited the Genetics Laboratory as a part of their field trip. My dad who was a very brave spider was taken by these ruthless scientists who wanted to research. They started harassing us and injected chemicals into us.I can't tell how much it hurted when I saw my daddy cry and screech in pain. A tear tricked through my eyes. My daddy had always been a role model and a hero for me. I always wanted to grow up like a big mighty spider just like my daddy.That was the day when Peter tried to impress his love interest. He had a crush on Mary and while following her accidentally his hands came across my daddy. It really hurt daddy very much. Daddy was so strong and this was the reason why Scientists preferred to use my dad as a part of their research and transformed him into a genetically engineered spider.My daddy got angry. Peter didn't knew that he had messed up with the greatest genetically engineered spider ever. He failed to realize that this could even changed his life forever. Daddy soon planned an Operation , a mission against Peter.It was his war against Peter Parker.

Mom,me and my little sister were closed inside a bottle along with other spiders. Mother pleaded and urged daddy not to bite him.She was afraid that these humans would kill my father. She screamed loudly but dad could not hear.Mother didn't want him to bite the handsome lad for she believed that Peter could kill my dad. Dad looked at my mom for once and glared at her. His eyes turned red with anger.He could still feel the pain as Peter hit him. Little Sister was a baby spider then and she was asleep. We never intended to wake her up. Slowly and Steadily my daddy started following Peter. Peter was following Mary Jane and my daddy was following Peter. Mary looked behind and of a sudden Peter behaved as if he was doing something constructive. Peters best friend Harry Osborne took Mary Jane for a coffee and my daddy used this as the best opportunity to bite Peter. He soon raged a war against Peter and bit him again and he escaped.Peter was looking at his hand where my daddy bit him. It swelled and it pained.

It was at that time my daddy screamed with joy "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES". He was in a state of ecstasy.In TV they show the good side of Peter Parker.Did they ever showed how Peter took the revenge. He Smashed my father with his smelly shoes.It was blood all around. My baby sister woke up.The place turned silent.Mom was shocked and she died of an heart attack leaving me and my baby spider sissy orphans. Today there is no one to look behind us.The next day Peter Parker became muscular,strong and his reflexes were super quick.He even emitted Web Strings. In short he became a super hero and impressed Mary Jane. Mary ditched Harry and became Peters girlfriend.Ultimately its Peter who became famous. Whom do I blame for this? I lost my parents. We were a happy family of 4 ,but Peter ruined our life. My baby Spider sister questions me about my parents. But Media is so ruthless.They had all the time to talk about Peters achievements,but no one even bothered about the Spider. I strongly condemn the use of Spider as his name. He became a Spider-Man by killing my daddy,the greatest Spider ever.

Morning Blues

2011-10-30T00:57:00.000+05:30

In the Morning to Work today,
I saw the traffic go morose.
I wish I could move ,
in a swift,away.

The Cars,they honk a musical honk,
a headache it triggers,
in this mindboggling traffic,
slowly I drift away.

Looking at the watch go tik tok tik
i smile at my own plight
Never again shall I be late,
the traffic that I hate.

I look at the traffic light,
waiting for the red to go green,
never did it happened,
nor my car moved.

I honked the horns,
they all saw me go berserk,
crazy and weird,
they all called me.

Looking at the watch go tik tok tik,
the light showed green from red,
Lord finally heard my prayers,
The traffic moved once again.

***This has been written for Magpie Tales 88***
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Night

2011-10-29T00:44:00.002+05:30

Romantic Friday Writers is a blog fest every Friday. Many thanks to L'Aussie and Francine Howarth for creating this fun event, showcasing the work of many fine writers. Click on the icon at the end of my post to check out others participating today or join the blog fest. A winner is awarded the recognition of being this week's featured author.

The night was young.It was dark and there was no one in sight for miles as Shania walked down over the moist grasses.It rained heavily few hours ago. She was with her 3 girl friends. All of them belonged to the same class. They had to submit a project as a part of their research assignment. They say night is the time of Ghosts. But these girls never believed in Ghosts. They were adventure loving girls and embraced life to the core.
Shania,Ana,Tatiana and Natasha were the best of friends.

'Girls ,come here see I found a handsome guy lying here,' Shania alerted her friends as she walked near the river.

Some native residents of Kensington termed it as the river of death. She saw a tall guy lying.

'Water...waaaatttttt ....eeeerrr,' he was thirsty.

The girls gave him to eat and took care of him.

'Hey , What is your name? Why don't you talk?,' Tatiana said to the man.

'Are you dumb or something dude...why don't you open your mouth?,' Shania asked.

'Oh Jeez...can you please speak up,' The girls said in Unison.

'Yes...how does it feels when someone loves you and you love them..you care for them,' He spoke.

'Thats pretty much normal ...it happens when you like or admire someone..,' Tatiana said.

'Well...what if one day when you wake up and see the entire world change...people close to you left you...,' He continued.

'Oh common..whats wrong..don't be sad,' Natasha said.

'Did someone hurt you Mr....sorry We don't know your name?' Shania said.

'Tim...yes..' He said.

'Hey ..you got hots for someone Ahh!,' Tatiana winked.

'No..she was the last person in this world who loved me...you know her loss is intense...i can't imagine a life without her,' Tim said.

'Tim..you know what...such things does happens in life.You're an American ...dang..don't be emotional...you're handsome and smart..you got girls around you..you just have to pick,' Shania said with a seductive voice.

'You need to embrace life first..you won't know what will happen to you. Life is unpredictable.You need to forget her...she is gone..she won't come back..,' Natasha spoke.

Ana was silently listening to all that what was being said. She would smile but she did not speak.

'I just feel it was easy to say..but practically it is impossible," He replied.

It was already 3 am and the night sky was showing some hints of rain.

'Common, go out..meet new people and befriend them,' Ana finally spoke .

'I can't,' He said.

How often do you come across a stranger in life who shares their personal life story with you?. Life has always been an enigma. Many people play different roles in our life. Some are spectators and some play cameo in our short life. We being the protagonist knows what life means to us.

'Jerk! why cant you?,' Shania said.

'I'm dead,' He said.

And of a sudden everyones face turned pale. The place turned silent. A horror triggered on their faces. The girls could not talk nor could they do anything.

'I could not accept my Wife's loss and I shot myself near the river,'Tim said.

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Hurting & Losing friends

2011-10-27T15:53:00.003+05:30

Sometimes life can be harsh on you.Some say that true friends do stand behind you during your worst times.I always had good set of friends since school days and many have been helpful at times. They do understand me and realize the worth of our friendship.But when it comes to missing, they do miss me at times.As very few of you might be knowing that my exile from home had cost me lots. But during my stay in Delhi ,I should seriously admit that I have never missed my friends.Since most of them are added in my facebook and many of them are in touch through Texts and emails,I seldom miss them. But out of these true lot of friends you might be having few other special ones whom you could differentiate. They are those unique friend of yours who really matters to you.

During my college days I befriended a girl from Cuttack.I would rather love to say that our thought process were similar.She was someone whom I could look forward in my life. But harsh reality is that I lost her,lost her frienship .There has not been even a single day when we hadn't talked or texted each other. This actually represents our friendship and Gtalk and Yahoo messenger have played a pivotal role in bonding us. We were like good friends and eventually good got replaced by best. Nevertheless I have got very few best friends in life and all of them are special to me. I can't afford to lose even a single one. She would share her secrets with me and rather I would do the same. There used to be an instant solution to every problem which you present to her. Such an intelligent girl she was. I discovered her in some Orkut MBA community way back in 2008. That was the time when my preparation for MBA was at its peak.She was from Commerce background and she was trying her luck at CAT too. During one discussion forum, we happen to exchange thoughts and the outcome was a friend request.It didn't really mattered who send the request but what mattered was friendship.She would crib about her preparation and would sob about her mock exam results.The maximum she could manage was 81.Initial days were quite formal. We would talk to each other frequently and all thanks to Gtalk for being a great messenger friend. My MBA preparation got hampered because of my campus call. I got selected in an IT Company through campus recruitments and my MBA preparations seemed to have diverted by then. My focus deviated.This was inevitable.2009 was a period when we seldom spoke and because of our commitment towards our goals we never spoke much. Conflicting.No,never.
Yesterday I happen to delete my mails in order to make some space in my mail box. That was the time when I discovered the existence of this person. I seemed to have forgotten this girl. My exile cost me a lot as I lost touch with many friends.I learned that we never spoke in 2010. My last call made to her was way back in July 2009.Some disgraceful events happened between us and she decided not to talk to me.I was neither convinced with this decision of hers nor I wanted to stop talking to her.I failed to realize that she would take my statements seriously.During most phases of my life,I have taken utmost care to make sure that I don't hurt any one by any means.But that day I just got mad at her. I went berserk.The end result was that I lost her.Yesterday reading those old chats made me smile. I shouldn't had read those. This made me feel nostalgic.I searched for in facebook but learned that she had blocked me. I searched for her number from my 160by2 account and texted her. She replied with 'why do you want to talk to me?' . I was helpless.I tried texting her again and again and tried to win her heart once again. She was stubborn and damn serious. I never knew if she got married or had kids. But I just realized that I had to apologise. I could be such a sinister at times. She made me realize that. It was my mistake. I really want my friend back. But some do say that its better to move on in life. Looking back doesn't pleases you.It will distract you. Often the best relationship breaks in an unusual way. Looking back hurts you and distracts you. I never intend to hurt her ever again. All I wanted to do is to apologise.I sometimes wish if it was easy to lose friends in life. But I myself have lost many dear ones.

I didn't want to say,
But you made me say.
You cried out of your own plight,
making me feel guilty
You hurted me with your words,
but when i replied back,
you ignored me.
All I want to say ,
Sorry for what happened.
Wish you luck.

Friends, why is that human heart sometimes subjected to unavoidable conditions fails to respond back rationally. If I had not hurt her she would have still been mine. Emotions do have roles in hurting others and their role is significant.You sucumb to unavoidable scenarious and you seem to be in a fix.And when the person fades away from you life, then that is the time you realize their worth and think about their importance.
I woke up one day and saw the world change.My friends disappeared and I was stranded between strangers.My circle of trust seemed to be diminishing.And I found myself lost in lonliness.period

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Andy-Mandy: Mandy & the Doctor

2011-10-20T22:48:00.004+05:30

Andy - Doctor, is my friend fine?
Doctor - Whats the problem with him Mr Andy?
Andy - Well doc ,he behaves strangely and weirdly in public places and eventually gets beaten up by people.
Doctor - Oh sad ! Let me check him.
Mandy - Hello Docyy
Doctor - Hi Mandy. Tell me what is this ? (shows certain things to him )
Mandy - Stupid .. its a doll.
Doctor - yes..perfect.. Now tell me what is this?
Mandy - Idiot..don't you know how a pen looks like.
Doctor - Amazing..Now I'm sure you might not be knowing this
Mandy - Oh God!! this is what generally people use when they have sex.
Doctor - Wow..you are simple incredible.. and now tell me who am I ?
Mandy - Ummm...hey wait..you are the Ramu the monkey which escaped from the zoo right.Let me call the zoo authorities right now...
Doctor - Whaat...are you crazy (runs away )
Mandy - hey don't run man...come back...runs behind the doctor

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Andy-Mandy : Your place or My place

2011-10-19T22:58:00.004+05:30

Andy and Mandy as usual roam in a shopping mall.Andy comes across a girl and opens a conversation with her.

Andy - (Hugs her) Hey baby! . Long time ...how are you sweety?
Girl - (hugs back) .I'm good..
Andy - So Your place or my place at Night.
Girl - (Shy) Offcourse your place .Last time it was my place ,so this time your place.

Mandy observes all this. He soon spots a girl and opens a conversation with her.
Mandy - Hey baby... how are you sweety?
Girl2- I'm good...thanks for asking.
Mandy - So my place or your place at Night.
Girl2-(gets vexed) How dare you ask such a question to a married woman ?. ( She slaps him back and a crowd gather) .

Every one starts beating Mandy and Andy comes to his rescue.
Andy- Why do everytime you have to do something weird and strange?
Mandy - I was just following you...
Andy - Following me...damn ..she is a married woman .
Mandy - How come you ask a girl 'your place or my place'
Andy - How Dumb! we were talking about Dinner man...
Mandy - (shocked)

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Of Rice and Rotis

2011-10-16T13:56:00.001+05:30

It really feels good coming backhome. I’d been yearning to meet my folks and finally one day God heard me and Iam back home. So I was wondering whydo some people think that South Indians generally gorge on Rice and Sambhar. I’veheard it several times from my friends who often say to me that “Bhai yeha ricenahi milne wali...abh kya hoga tera " **As If I can't live without Rice.

When did I say that I love Rice. See , I’m usedto eating it because its been a part of our food .And to be honest I don’t think thatevery Southie loves eating rice. To befrank I was tired of eating this but unfortunately I love it. It is our staple foodlike the Northies have their Roti’s. Unfortunately or Fortunately I’d been putup to North for over 1.5 years . When I left for the capital city ,my close comradesinformed me that people there are very rude. Infact I find the opposite of whatthey used to tell me. They would say that Northies hate Southies. So as if Icare. FYI I’m not even a Southie rather a fraud Southie. I have spend most of my life roaming acrossthe streets of Mumbai and it is an integral part of my life where I was raisedup. But it does matters where you belong. How do I tell you how much I hate Noida and especially the food that was served to us at our office .Infact it is thissleep cycle of mine which almost ruined my health while I was in North. Thirdshift had given me ample of money in forms of Allowances but this was notgood. Now that I’m back to General Shifts life seems to be good. So we weretalking about Rice and Roti’s . I’ve had an equal dose of both sincechildhood.Our breakfasts generally featured 3 Rotis along with some baaji’s. My sister and I would hate itbut Mom would insist us to eat and her lectures would start if we didn’t ate.Rice would make you fat ...especially the starch in that would but Roti on theother hand would not but for some wierd reasons it doesn’t makes me feel good.When you are hungry and if given only Rotis then would mean something vague.Any food without Rice is incomplete for me. I remember my friends in NCR Region saying that Rotis give them strength and it makes them healthy. They used to take 2 spoons of Rice for their lunch and on the other hand we would take 10 big spoons. But they would also take 7 Rotis and we would take 2.

So a healthy diet should compriseof all kind of food. Avoid junk food. It is not good for health..Why on Earthhave I started advicing like a doctor. Is it because of having too many friendsfrom that field. Any way stay safe. And FYI I even miss Rajma ...offcourse I never touched it but people therewould address me as ‘the guy who hates Rajma’ :D Eat healthy and Stay healthy

A typical Sunday Brunch at our house. It consists of Rice ,Chicken Fry,Chicken gravy,Sambhar and Appalam(Papad).

Dilemma 4

2011-10-14T23:53:00.000+05:30

Read Dilemma 1, Dilemma 2 , Dilemma 3

Girl, Boy

" I'm tired of telling you again and again that I'm not for you,"

"But I love you...like everytime I tell you,"

"But why don't you understand me..,"

"I do..and thats why I like you,"

"Love is like fire...and loving me is like playing with fire ..eventually you will burn yourself in this fire,"

"But loving you is not like playing with fire,"

"Oh GOD!"

"See..the one who embraces the fire and ready to burn for me is the one who gets me and the others are the one who play with it,"

"I'm ready to burn for you in this fire of love,"

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Dilemma - 3

2011-10-10T22:25:00.005+05:30

Check Dilemma - 1 & Dilemma -2

Boy ,Girl

"Sweety,how many times do I tell you that I am not the same,"

"Do I still have to believe you for the hurt you have caused. It hurts everytime I think of the same thing again and again,"
"Why don't you trust me?,"

"Its easy to trust anyone and moreover its easy to hurt anyone.I've been badly hurt by you. Do you still want me to believe you?"

"Forgive me ..How do I tell you that how much I love you?. My love for you is beyond boundaries. I can tell you that the more you stayed away from me,the more I missed you. Birds of the same feathers should always flock together. We both are meant to be together,"

"Why do you have to impress me with such words and statements?. My heart is vulnerable.For me love is a powerful word and for you love is just like a 'hi-hello'. I'm already nursing my broken heart"

"My love for you is true . I love you....Please come back to me no,"

"No..I don't love you...I love my freedom ,"

"I will give you all the freedom Sweety,"

"But .."

"No but...Common lets talk over a coffee..,"

They both leave for the coffee shop

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Memoirs of a Workaholic - 2

2011-10-02T13:17:00.000+05:30

continued from part 1

“Excuse me Sir..What is yourproblem?,” The Lead Cabin crew member spoke.

“This is it...Why the hell is shestaring at me and wanting to talk to me...” I added.

“Who sir?? We are sorry. Can youplease put some light on this matter?,” She continued.

“Well she ..that girl..I don’tknow her name..but she is constantly stalking me since I boarded the jet. Thisis like too much..I hate all this..and my morning has been disastrous.. When Isay that I don’t need anything..then I mean each and every word of what Isaid,” I pointed towards the flightattender.

“Priya!! ..What is this?,” Thelead said to the concerned girl.

“Well See Mr.Singla.. We are hereto serve people and thats why our airline pays us..this is our job. Well you’renot the only one whom we are concerned of..There are many who board the jet and as an employee ofthis company its our responsibility andduty to see that no Passenger is unhappy with our services.Why on Earth would Ibother you?..Sorry if you gotoffended..I didn’t had any wrong intentions in mind..Once again apologies,” Shesaid and moved on.

It was an embarrassing moment forme. Once again my daily horoscope quoteflashed on my mind. “Avoid interactions with strangers and especially girls” .

“Shitt!!,” was my first reaction.

It already turned out to be a badSunday for me. My first interaction ofthe day was with a demon who made me travel all the way to Delhi to attend a meeting. I unknowingly messed up with an airline flight attender. I never knewI could hurt someone . It wasn’t intentional but I was helpless. I wish I couldapologise. I tried smiling at her but she exhibited a grimace at me.I couldobserve how deeply it hurted her. Shewas angry at me and her facial expressions made me think so. I looked into hereyes and I was feeling bad for my action. Finally the jet landed at thedestination at 11 am. The Airhostesses greeted us. Some even shot pictures withthem. I saw a group of them standing at the entrance area. I could see Priyawho stood there and smiled back and shooked hands with other passengers. Icould see her smile vanish as I moved close to her. The other girls laughed andgiggled at me and she didn’t budge nor she smiled.She didn’t even shook handswith me.

“I’m sorry ..Miss Priya...’ Isaid to her.

She didn’t respond to what Isaid. She rather preferred ignoring me.I soon left the airport after that.

The meeting was then rescheduledto be 3 pm . I reached the meeting venuein time. I seemed to have been disturbed by the early day activities. I badlywanted to talk to the air hostess. The meeting started at the scheduled time.

Everyone introduced themselves.

“Varun Singla here representingWFH CESAR EAST Team from Mumbai ,” I announced

“Welcome..” Rogers, the headofficer greeted me.

They were discussing about thekey learnings and lessons learnt from our previous deployments and releases.

The meeting got over in 3 hours.It was more of an Audit review meeting. As I about to leave , I heard someonecalling me.

“Mr. Singla...can we talk for 5min,” A woman with slender body with braided hair spoke. She was tall andlooked beautiful.

“Yes ..please ,” I added.

“I’m Anu from CESAR WEST and weoperate from Noida,” She continued.

“Good to meet you Anu,” I smiledback at her.

“I was observing you through outand you looked disturbed rather distracted ...you canconsider me as your friend and share with me if you wish to...” She added.

“Yes..somewhat disturbed...Iactually hurt a beautiful woman,” I said. I narrated her the entire incidentwhich took place in the jet.

“It happens and life is sometimesso strange and it makes us mess with strangers.. ,” She said..

“Which Airline is it ?,” Shecuriously asked me.

“SpiceJet..’ I said with astraight face.

“Hey..my husband is the headofficer for Spicejet Mumbai...may be I can do something for you..,’ She said.

“Wow...can he get me Priya Sharma’smobile number...” I requested her.

“Let me talk to him aboutthis...I’m sure he can help you..” Sheadded.

“But isn’t that against thecompany policies...,’ I said to her.

“My husband can do anything forme... ,” She winked at me.

“Ok I will call you in two daystime with your girls number..,” She laughed.

“Not my girl ..okay...I just wantto apologise ..thats it and thank you so much Maam,” I said to her.

My daily horoscopes didn’t mentionabout me meeting a wonderful person. I returned back to Mumbai and resumed workthe next day. As promised, Anu had called me and gave me Priya’s number. I sooncalled Priya to apologise.

“Hello..,” I called Priya

“Hello.. Priya Sharma here,” Shesaid with a sweet voice.

“Varun here...Can we meet tomorrow?“ I said.

“Whaaat ..whooo...whyyyyy...tell me tell.. tell ,” She seemed to becurious.

(to be continued..)

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Memoirs of a Workaholic - 1

2011-09-17T16:53:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer -This is a work of fiction.

<!I dedicatethis to all the Workaholics on Earth..>

It was like a baddream...a kind of morning which I never expected. I opened the daily horoscope andchecked quickly for the Sagitarian section. "You will be an uninvitedguest to a place and this day will be full of travel..Avoid interactions with strangers and especially girls" Thedaily horoscope read.

"Interesting..," I said. It was 6.30 AM .I opened the window to get a glance of thesun which shone at my face.I checked my mobile phone to see if I had any texts or missed calls.

I was amazed tosee 8 missed calls by Mr.Reddy. I soon called him back to check if he had someimportant news for me.

"Goodmorning Boss, I learned that you'dcalled me ...,"

"Varun...Goodmorning...," Mr.Reddy said with his typical Telugu accent.

"Any newssir...," I curiously asked him as Ihad a nightmare of getting embarassed in front of beautiful pretty women.

"Yesh..bignews da..there is a surprise clientvisit at Delhi office and I want you to represent our team..," He said.

"What....,"I almost stumbled down and fell from the chair. I should had guessed that hehad plans of ruining my Sunday.

"Yesh...I'vebooked Spicejet ticket for you and the flight 109S leaves at 9 am...Go get upand go to the airport...Rush...," he cut the phone.

"Shitt...,"I looked at the clock which by thenstruck 7. I soon washed my face and gotmyself ready.

I got anothercall from the office cab service.Milind had come to pick me up.

"YarMilind...hang on 2 min...I will come...,"

"Ok ,Sir..Ishall wait," He replied.

I was completelytaken aback when Reddy had called me.I had always admired him and wanted tolearn from him. I still remember my team mates calling me my bosses secretcharm. Some would even call me his lover. I seriously give a deaf ear to all ofthem. I got dressed in my black suit and left my home sharp at 7:15 AM.

It was after 15min I realized that I'd forgot my favourite Maroon tie. I was already late for the flight.

"Sir,..Reddy sir sent this ticket for you..." My driver Milind smiled at me.

"Thanksbro...he ruined my sleep..I work for 6 days a week and now even I am working onSunday for him..." I grimaced with disgrace.

"Can yoube quick...we are already late..," I added.

After 15 min,Milind drove the car to a nearby Petrol Bunk. I got vexed for once as I sawthis as a complete wastage of my valuable time. As of now, I was 2 km away from the Mumbai Airport. We finallyreached the destination at 8.30 AM. I did the final Check in and moved for theSecurity check.

"This is afinal Call for Mr.Varun Singla to board Spicejet 109S destined for Delhi at0900 Hrs," The announcement was made.

I quickly boardedthe flight with my boarding pass. Life can be challenging sometimes. Unpredictablethings happen when you don't expect it. Sundays are usually meant for havingrest. After having worked long hours during weekends, life can be so harsh whenyou have to waste your weekend for official purpose. The meeting was scheduledto be held at 2 PM.

"Spicejet 109S mei aapka Swaagat hai ( Welcome to Spicejet 109S)" We were greeted.

The cabin crew and the pilots were introduced. The Airhostesses were beautiful and attractiveas usual.I was already pissed off because of Reddy. He had completelyslaughtered my happiness. The Air Hostess mentioned how to use the emergencyexit and how to fix the Oxygen mask when the Cabin air pressure was low. Shealso taught us how to wear the life jacket and other safety measures. One of the Air hostess smiled at me as shepassed by. I failed to realize this but was aware that she had somethingdifferent in mind. I was as usual cursing my fate for working under a sinister.I soon recollected what my horoscope had to say for me. "TRAVEL...."This work flashed on my mind. With a pout face, I closed my eyes to get somesleep.

"We are atan altitude of 38000 feet," Pilot announced.

I opened my eyesto see if everything was ok. I saw the beautiful valley created by theclouds.It was a wonderful sight to see.

"Sir...Would you like to have some toffees..," The same air hostess who smiled atme asked.

"Thanks...ButI don't need any..," I said. "If you need anything then we are hereto help you," She smiled.

I never reallyunderstand what her intentions were. Had she never seen a tall ,handsome guydressed in black suits before. I started monitoring her from the sidelines.

After 15 min ,shewoke me again. "Sir, would you like to have some cashewnuts?," The same flight attendant asked meand gave me a graceful smile.

"Thatsit...," I got vexed and shouted at her..

"This is toomuch...," I continued and an ensemble of Airhostesses gathered .

(To be Continued....)

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Andy-Mandy: Ladki & Sala

2011-08-29T13:25:00.002+05:30

Andy and Mandy roam in a shopping mall and Andy comes across someone. Andy goes to a beautiful girl who was standing with a smart boy.

Andy - (to the girl)Hey Sweety ,how are you? Love you loads baby . (hugs the girl)

Andy - (to the guy)Abey Sale , kya haal hai ...yeha kya kar rahe ho tum do..

Mandy was watching all this.Sometimes he would get jealous because of Andy's charm. He was skilled at making friends. Mandy thought if Andy could do that then why can't he. He soon spotted another girl standing with a guy.He rushed there

Mandy - (to guy) Abey Sale, kya haal hai ...kya kar raha hai...

Mandy - (to girl) Hey Sweety,how are you? Love you loads baby (hugs the girl)

(The girl slaps Mandy)

Girl- How dare you call me Sweety and baby?. Who are you?

Girl - (to the guy next to her) AG Sunte ho...isne mujhe baby kaha...

Guy - (Slaps Mandy and Punches him ) How dare you call my wife by such names?

(A mob gathers and everyone starts beating Mandy. Andy comes to his rescue and freeds him)

Andy - Bhai tune us ladki se batameezi kyun ki.

Mandy - (holding his swollen cheeks)Bhai , I did the same what you did to the other girl and the guy next to her.

Andy - Idiot...she is my fiance and that guy is my future brother in law.

Mandy faints.

Andy-Mandy : Woh TERI hai!

2011-08-27T17:01:00.001+05:30

Andy - Abey tu Idhar kya kar raha hai ?

Mandy - Nahi yar, i am just waiting for a friend

Andy - Jyada smart mat ban...I know tu kiski wait kar raha hai...

Mandy - Bhai...she is mine...woh MERI hai..

Andy - Meine kabh bola be woh MERI hai..... Haan Woh TERI hai.

Mandy - Bhai,are you serious? ..

Andy - Haan bhai voh sahi mei TERI hai..

Mandy - Love you bhai...you are my best friend... thanks woh MERI hai..

Andy - haan bhai .. woh TERI hai..kitne baar bolu... abh blog likhu kya uspe.
Mandy - Thanks bhai.. i cant believe you are telling that woh MERI hai..

Andy - Haan bhai woh TERI hai .... TERI BHABI :P

Mandy faints....

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Andy-Mandy : Woh MERI hai!!!

2011-08-26T02:26:00.001+05:30

Andy: Abey Mandy, idhar kya kar raha hai be tu?

Mandy: nahi yar... bas waiting for a friend.

Andy: I know..jyadaa smart mat ban...I know everything ...tu kiski wait kar raha hai...voh MERI hai

Mandy:you again started brother....har ladki teri hai...abh yeh wali MERI hai.

Andy: Nahi Mandy .. mei innocent girls ki zindagi barbaad nahi hone dunga.. woh MERI hai..

Mandy: Look whoz talking..

Meanwhile the girl walks in ......

Andy : Achha hua you came dear ... tum MERI ho naa...

Mandy: abey dear ke bachhe.... tell me tum MERI ho naa

Girl: haan Mei toh Mary hi hun...Mera naam bhi nahi yaad hai tum dono ko ( Slaps Andy and Mandy and walks away)

Mandy: (with his hand over his left swollen cheeek) Bhai... yeh MARY na MERI ho saki ya TERI

Andy: ( Looks at Mandy with his hands over his right swollen cheek) .

Andy-Mandy : Friendship Band

2011-08-22T23:53:00.002+05:30

Disclaimer - Andy and Mandy are two imaginary Characters. I present you the comic series. Will post it once every week. Let me know how is it

Pre Script
Andy is writing his "ADBMS" assignment and Mandy comes running

Mandy:Oye Andy !! Check this friendship band that Priyanka tied on my wrist.
Andy: Its beautiful and lovely brother.....nice nice.
*Andy continues with the assignment work.
*Mandy stares at the band
Andy: Mandy,why are you staring at the band like mad ?
Mandy: Nahi Andy,I wonder why is this circular colourful bead is embedded to the middle of the band?
Andy:Bhai ,do you still believe that this is a friendship band ( laughs).
Mandy: Nahi ,Yeh nahi ho sakta ...... mein kisi ka bhai nahi huuun

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From the Diary of a 16 yr old!

2011-08-15T00:02:00.002+05:30

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Dear God,

I can't comprehend the grief and troubles that I'm undergoing.I'm turning bland at my own sufferings.They say God loves children and he never punishes them.I'm just 16 and life has taken a toll on me.I'm feeling horrendous and helpless.Everyday I look at the mirror ,I see my alter ego who mocks me. She says me that I'm a loser who was born to suffer .I look at myself,paralyzed hands and immobile limbs make me prone to wheelchair.I hear a babel of voices behind me everyday I go to school. It hurts when people mock me and make fun of me.
Everytime I see other teens of my age excelling in life ,a tear rolls down my cheek. I'm not complaining nor I'm whimping around.I tell you life was not harsh but I'm taken aback at times when it hurts me.

The doctors are perplexed for they do not know what haunts me.They have no inkling of what I'm suffering from.Pomple Disease is what they say which ruined my life. I see myself as a once whimsical young kid put to test.I hate it when I see a large ensemble of people bewailing at my sorrowful condition.I'm no alien but I'm not special too.My hope for my existence has started to fizzle.I'm feeling flummoxed,feeble and fatigued at this moment.My Cervix hurts.What perturbs me is that what will happen to me in mere future. My future is an enigma. Could there be any cure for me?.The pain is excrutiating day by day.My doctors have raised their hands. I've lost hopes.I'm jinxed.I'm turning waif.Almighty,will you free me from all these pains?. Will you efface all my sorrows and show signs of hopes for me. I remember writing a poem which I'm sharing it with you.

"I jostled against the tide of time,
nothing is left in the journey of life.

things were thought differently,
never meant to go in such hurry.

I bleed to death with the appalling pain,
fighting to the last for what i have not gain.

Is this what is stored in my destiny,
half way through my life's journey.

expected so many avenues on the way,
but ended up like a seamless castaway"

I'm still waiting for the day when you will educe a smile on my face.I'm hopeful that day would be soon.Almighty,never betray me for you are my only hope.I'm no Judas who betrayed you but still you bestowed your love upon him.I don't know how my Kith and Kin will react upon my horrific state.I wish you pay heed to all my ramblings.I imagine myself as the small shards of glasses.The diseases has swallowed my thirst for excellence in life.Melancholy haunts me everynight I close my eyes to sleep. I sleep everyday with mild hope of waking up the next day.You are the Fuhrer of all Living being. You are the mighty Messiah in this Universe.I promise I'd be a good child and If I'd haver then you can banish me.I have no Qualms as of now for I laid my burden and sorrows upon you.Dear God, I love you so much ...so much...
I hope you will free me from all these pains and give me my share of happiness.. Love you God..Muaaaahhhhhhh..Yes I will be a good person and I promise I will never hurt Mom and Pop and little sister Bree... Lots of Love and Kisses.Hugs.Bye God

Love,
Emily

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Deaf Gay & Lesbian Center

2011-08-09T03:35:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer- This post is not intended to hurt anyone or any group of people.~~No Hard feelings~~. =)

Folks, Don't go by the post title. Let me tell you that some thing ~~great~~ good is in the stores for you. Yesterday was a bad day for my friends.We lost a very good friend. Nevertheless lets forget it and life is all about moving ahead . So lets have some fun today. During my last release I came across something really different.I was speechless when I saw that. During execution ,we have to prepare and search for test accounts. So ,this time I was validating for the Main Name Listing and was checking for some business accounts. I came across something like this. Just check this out.

Excuse me for the strike outs and red color in the image above since this is actually prohibited. Company policies and restrictions are such a pain in the arse. You need to adhere by it otherwise strict action would be taken against you. So I have removed the unwanted contents and highlighted the main part. Offcourse in our terms business accounts are followed by three trailing hyphens. I read the name ' DEAF GAY & LESBIAN CENTER' and looked at the trailing hyphens. WHAAAAAAAT ... Business accounts and DGLC .. I pondered over for a while.Notified my Lead about this for a good laugh and we all laughed at it.He told me that it happens.There are some accounts which are too stupid.But yea, that is a real account and got to know from someone .SHHHH....My lips are sealed.After reading the company name ,the Devil in my mind woke up. I wore my thinking cap to come out with something humorous after a long time. So , here goes my quest for finding the ultimate truth about the Deaf Gay and Lesbian Center.

So here are the few things which came in my mind.
1. Could it be some amusement or recreation center for Gays and Lesbians(will be reffered as G&L henceforth) Groups.
2.Could it be a Doctors Clinic for Deaf people and especially G& L ?.
3.Could it be a rehab for G&L and such people who are thrown out of their home.

So,It was time to scratch my brain like Mojo Jojo.

G&L are terms which refer to people whose sexual orientations are attracted to people of the same sex.So whats this all about,..Yeah I know Like poles repel each other.Thats what I learnt in school but now its different. Who knows Like poles could attract each other.Roger it mate. During development of human beings, God imbued some feelings in them.Men started liking women and vice versa. Things went ...they got bored of their counter part and started like each other.What Rubbish!!! Not Rubbeeeeeeshhhhhh.....forget it...Lets not divert from our topic. So what is this Deaf G&L Center all about. I googled it and the results didn't gave me what I was really looking for.Yes .. men can like men and women can like women...makes sense... oh yeah. But its ok because people do have feelings and there is nothing wrong in developing a thing for someone of their own sex.But its bad to hurt such people because its what they chose to be. I'm not mocking such group but thought of writing this.So what is the Deaf G&L Center all about ...Can someone pelase tell me ......I'm perplexed... ... Between did anyone even tell me that there was no humour in this post .. :p :P :P *burps*

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The Fall of a dear friend!!! :(

2011-08-08T02:53:00.005+05:30

7th August - The entire world celebrates the festival of friendship. Festival , I call it because of the bond it creates between people. A friend is someone who is your alter ego,a companion,comrade,peer etc are few of those people whom you look after being with kins. World celebrated friendship day and I heard the news of the sad demise of a dear friend.

It was shocking for me. I was away from him for over 1.2 years because of my transfer to New Delhi but I would say that he was the best of my buddies. He was an adventure lover and may be it was his thirst for adventure in life made him kick the bucket at a young age of 26. 26 - The age where an individual stands by himself and makes a living .Think about his family who has been with him since his birth.How shattered could they be. We both during our good times in Pune used to mock each other and have fun at our own expense. Batchmates would call us as Tom & Jerry. I would easily get irritated and he would enjoy the most of it. Today, I am upset and sad that I lost my buddy. He was recently in Delhi but I failed to meet him due to my busy schedule. I thought I would meet him when I return back to Mumbai. But today I learnt that I can't meet him forever. A genuine smile would make his face bright.He was a rather chirpy,fun loving person. I remember those early days of our friendship where we began with a formal hi ,hello. These 'hi' ,'hellos' turned into 'abey yaar','sale','kuttey','kamine' and bose dk's. How good it would be when life was rollbacked to the last happiest moment of our life.We helped each other during the worst phase our training when we both flunked in Unix and the entire batch passed. We struggled,we strived but finally after some joint practice sessions ..we did clear the test.

(RT and me used to practice programs in empty classes during weekends to avoid distraction.Could see RT writing UNIX Shell scripting codes on his notepad)
How much did it hurt him when the entire batch cleared the training and he alone failed the eligibility criteria.I remember our entire batch stood by to defend him and he got a project in Pune. How much did it hurt him ,when we left for Delhi and he carried all our bags till the station. I remember he giving me the rossary and asked me to keep it as a token of his friendship. We arranged the cakes and celebrated his birthday after the Java sessions. I personally gifted him a Coffee mug and asked him to preserve it forever. Ajay sobbed when he told me the news.He was attached with him almost most of these two years. I only lived with him for 3 months. Ajay wept when he said that he couldn't forget him. I still remember I spoke to him last week about the Appraisal letters.He was the one who would always say that my blog was made by copy pasting articles from famous writers novel. He would say that but never meant.How much fun we had together. He was a charmer. All girls would be smitten by his charm.
Till he was alive, he always wanted me to write a blog post about him. I never really had time for all that but today my fingers couldn't stop typing this post. But I afraid he couldnt read. This is for you bhai.... God,why are you so ruthless. You took my friend away. For he wasn't a sinner nor he was a transgressor. This is not good.This was the fall of my dearest friend ever who embraced death .God bless him. RIP RT

We all love you buddy..

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6/8 Saturday Ramblings ... :|

2011-08-06T16:52:00.003+05:30

I see Skeletons in my closet. Everywhere I go I see stack of sorrows replacing the bundle of joys in my life.Slowly my unsatiable thirst for excellence in life seems to be retiring.My talents seemed to have effaced.I fail to judge the right from the wrong and vice versa. My happiness seems to be dismantled part by part.Everything,everysingle bond seemed to be weakened.Reminiscing the past, memories seemed to be jaded and faded away. I'm jinxed no matter whoever cast an evil spell upon me. I'm knocking doors,someone hear me wail.I no longer see the irascible young man in me.

Melancholy overshadow the happiness in my life. It irks me. For a moment I feel myself swimming in a pool of sorrows. I seemed to have been drowned in negativity. I'm turning into a pesimist. I'm trying hard but I'm just turing hopeless.Nothings going my way. I'm distraughted and never see anything right.My heart snaps. Why didn't I listen to my heart cry when I prioritized the decision made by my mind. I'm a cribber to few of my comrades and a crybaby to my peers. I ask this life the reason for transforming me into a dull character.I feel like I have given up. Is there anyone to listen me cry. You mock me but let me tell you that time is the wisest counsellor. I am a valiant warrior. Just like a wounded tiger ,I will rise back and reply you. Its just a matter of 5 months or 3 months precisely.I hate this which snatched my friends,family and happiness.I am in a jungle all alone with all strangers around me. I'm alienating myself from this place...

PS - I'm not sad nor I'm low.These are the thoughts running in my mind.I won't cry for no matter what. Men don't cry.Requesting you for prayers .Love you all <3 *hugs*

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Smiley Love

2011-08-04T01:22:00.005+05:30

This is a Gtalk chat.

Boy: :)
Girl: :-)
Boy: \m/
Girl: :-|
Boy: :D :-P
Girl: :(
Boy: \_/3
Girl: |_|3
Boy: :-*
Girl: :-o
Boy: :| :(
Girl: X-(
Boy: :'(
Girl: X-( X-(
Boy: @};-
Girl: :) :) :)
Boy: <3
Girl: :-)
Boy: :)
Girl: <3
Boy: :-*
Girl: :-*

And they both lived happily there after

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Indi - Pak bhai bhai

2011-08-01T02:24:00.002+05:30

Peace

Today is the 1st day of August and to continue with my daily routine of killing bugs with a glass full of water and watching Dave and Cody on Discovery Channel , I plan to write something. I tell you that I have really made and met many people here on blogworld .Sometimes it makes me wonder if I were the same in real world and virtual world. We can't express ourself in real world where everything and everyone seem to you like a crocodile waiting for you to eat you.There seems to be some sort of disturbance and your innocence fail in front of that. Let me tell you that the worst thing in life is to express yourself. You do that perfectly in Blogs and like minded people read you and appreciate you.

To make few friends you must have atleast come across few enemies. This is the tagline of the movie "The Social Network". Quite True. Why on Earth would anyone tend to make enemies?. I am here to make friends and not enemies. I am an Indian. People think that Indians and Pakistani's are one of the worst enemies. First let me tell you that we were one before division way back in 1947. How great it would be if there was no division. Things would definitely would have changed . I am here to talk about Indo Pak friendship. I have made many good Pakistani friends recently. So when I say blogging and Pakistan ,there are few things which flash on my mind. And these few things relates to my blogger buddies. So here goes my post about these wonderful girls.

Asbah is my best friend who hails from Islamabad and my partner in crime .Our thought process is same and we founded 'The Writers Lounge' on 17th July 2008. This was one memorable day for us. Asbah, whom I admire and who inspires me has always been my best buddy in blogworld. I still remember the first time when I spoke to her.She was too sweet and guess what .Today I spoke to her after a long time and I felt good. Asbah,our dearest Islex is someone whom we love.

Insiya, my cute little blogger sister hails from Karachi. She is a wonderful writer and a sweet person. She was the one who wished me on my birthday few years ago and I found it great. I lost touch with her but I surely would love to meet her and talk to her.

So ,here comes the active blogger.She comes from Lahore .She is a beautiful female blogger. Let me Introduce my buddy Mehreen. She is someone who who inspires me to write. I admire the zest and the zeal in her whenever she comes with something new.She writes well and trust me I am keen to learn from her. But only if she accepts me as her disciple. She is curious to know what I am writing about her now. :P .She has a good company of friends and a large number of followers.And Oh yeah ,we do poke each other on Facebook. I have this experience of accidentally commenting on her status message and could not avoid some 90 notifications. All thanks to Aisha and Iqrah :P :P

Kiran Ashraf is one of my regular readers ..Kudos to her ...Love you dearie..God bless you too

Apart from these beautiful girls who hail from Islamabad,Karachi and Lahore...I have few other friends too but they are not close to me unlike these wonderful women. They are the best. God bless our friendship and God bless India and Pakistan.

Pearl in the Ocean

2011-07-30T19:57:00.003+05:30

This is my entry for the Monsoon Madness @ Lounge contest at the Writers Lounge

‘Daddy, Can I ask you something ?,’ Little Tarun asked hisfather Muthu.

‘Sure dear, whats that you want to ask?’ , Muthu said

He got a mirror and compared their faces . ‘Why do we lookdifferent Daddy?’ A shade of innocence twinkled through Taruns eyes as he askedthis to his Father.

‘I am so fair and you are dark ,’ He said.

Neha was listening toall this what Tarun spoke.

‘Come dear, you need to get dressed for school,’Neha interrupted and took her son withhim. She looked at her husband Muthu whosmiled back at her.

‘Nature has its way of telling certain things. Everyone looks like their parents dear,’ Muthu said toTarun as he carried him over his shoulder for school .

‘But Appa, then I should look like you ,no ?’ Innocent Tarunsaid to his father.

‘Common Son, I don’t know how to say.I will tell you someday’ He refused to answer his son’squestion

At school ,kids would tease Tarun by calling him ‘DarkKnight’s Fair Son ’ He was an adorablekid of 6.He was wheatish in complexion unlike Muthu. Days passed by , but Muthu could not answerTarun when he was confronted with the same question again and again.

Tarun was growing andhis hatred towards his father increased.

‘Daddy , I think mom should attend the PTA meeting atschool and I don’t want to get embarrassed,’ 15 yr old Tarun said to his FatherMuthu .

Muthu found himself deviating from his son. Neha ,at timeswould explain Tarun about his father’s sorrow and how much it hurts Muthu when he asked him such question. Tarunoften gave a deaf ear to her.

‘If you wish so Son.Neha will attend the PTA,’ Muthu said.

‘Daddy ,you never answer my question .Why are you dark and how come I am fair? ’ Tarun asked as hegot dressed up.

‘Time will tell...,’ Muthu smiled.

Tarun was growing up into a strong handsome man.All girls in his college would wish to be hisgirlfriend.Such was his beauty and the spell he cast upon all the girls. He was 23 year old bythen . Since childhood he hated his father just because he was dark. He never realized how much it hurt his dad. He wasnever attached to his father.

Two years later Tarun won the ‘Young Enterpreneur Award’ and his family was invited to attend the Award Ceremony . Muthu was excited to seehis son getting the award from the Presidentof India. But little did he knew that Tarun had forbidden him from attending the ceremony.He took his mother with him . Ithurt Muthu a lot. Neha tried hard to explain Tarun but he didn’t budge.

The Award ceremony started at 7 pm. One could see guests in form of business magnets andfilmstars seated on the first row . Tarun was given the ‘Young Enterpreneur Award’ by the President of India. The President called his mother to talk few words about her son.Neha was too hurt as her husband Muthu didn't accompany her.

‘Good evening friends..’ Neha started

‘As you all might know my son Tarun has won the prestigiousaward from the President.It makes me proud and I am very happy at this moment,’She continued and Tarun’s face beamed with pride.

‘Let me tell you about him. No one here would hate your father just because he looked different than you. After all a dad is a dad.This young man standing here hates hisfather just because his father Mr Muthu Swami was dark. I am going to answerhis question which he asked his father when he was 6. We are Tarun’s fosterparent.We found him in a trash bin near our locality. We found him cute and Muthu decided to take himhome,’ Her eyes turned moist as she said.

‘But today he refused to accept that person as his daddy. Heis a pearl in the ocean which every kid would ask for. He is the best father inthis world ,’ She continued.

A tear drop rolled down Taruns cheeks as he heard his mother saying all this.

Later that evening when they reached home, he found a letteron his computer table.

Dear Son,

Today I am going to answer your question.You asked me why weboth look different? Why I am dark andyou are fair? I want you to know that me and Neha are not your real parents. Idon’t want to listen all this. You don’t know how much you hurt me all theseyears. I’m going..

Love ,

Muthu

‘Appa.....I’m sorry.. I love you ..you are the best ’ Tarunwept

Word count - 796

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Mothers Love!

2011-07-29T15:05:00.005+05:30

People sometimes say that a mothers love is beyond boundaries. How much does she loves her kids is unmeasurable. I recently came across a documentary which exhibits a mothers love for her son who is abnormal. He is a special child who can't talk and seemed to be suffering from a major illness. It got tears into my eyes when I saw that but couldn't refrain myself from watching the entire Documentary. Why does God punishes people who are good to others. This woman in the documentary could not concieve for 7 years. After 7 years, She gave birth to a wonderful baby boy but only to find that he was abnormal. His hands were distructured.

"God..what have I done to you that you forsake me? Today , I do not have anything to give to my kid for what he deserves. " These words from the mothers eyes really made me cry.

This made me realize the importance of a mother. How many of you in your life are lucky enough to be with your mother.But we have hurt her many times. We might have spoken words against her which we shouldn't. Holy Bible says to honour your mother and father. But practically how many of you even do that. Offcourse she is the one who has done everything for you when you were kid.She sacrificed her life for you so that you may enjoy all the luxuries which she didn't when she was a child.Just ponder and think for a while. I have always wrote about this topic whenever I get time. It takes 20 years for a mother to make a man out of her child. Lets not forget what she has done for you. I wish everyone realized their parents worth.I couldn't find the video in internet but I will surely try to get it from somewhere.
Till then may peace be with you all....

God bless!!

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Tagged Again

2011-07-28T03:22:00.002+05:30

This is the 2nd tag which I'm doing.I bet this shall give you some light on who real Solitary writer is .Here we go baby!!

1. Without sharing your name, who are you?

I am a kind of person who has this unique ability to tickle your funny bone even in your deepest sorrows.I can assure you that at first you may hesitate talking to me but if you get going then you might tie me with a rope and pack me and take me to your home.Such is the magic and the spell I cast upon everyone. Such is the addiction of TSW. Come talk to me, I'm intriguing.I am a small fish in a big ocean containing talents in form of Whales and Sharks. I am that little lustrous pearl enclosed within an oyster which is a priceless gift to people who are closed to you. I am 500 kg humour,100kg Romance, 10 kg Adventure and 50 kg fun. In short I am the Robinhood of blogworld who can make people smile at any cost. *sigh*

2. Describe yourself in less than Five words.

Funny Fish in an Ocean

3. Do you have any special talents? What?

Oh, I definitely do have special talents, if you ask me :P

I am a fully certified flirt< offcourse blame my Sagitarian instinct >
I can sleep anywhere and everywhere for hours and can sleep until dusk
I break hearts and make girls cry...trust me I am good at it :P :P :P
I am an advicemaven
I am a ~~fashion~~ photographer ,short film maker ,writer,poet etc
And I am a lover. All girls are beautiful to me :P :P trust me.
I make sisters too

4. Are there any talents you wish you had? What?

I want to be a super hero. I don't know if this counts as a talent. I don't know why but lately after entering corporate world I feel the desire to be a superhero. O! StepMan ! you listening :P :P . Also I want to play guitar and sing :P :P

5. What are your most important interests? What do you like about them?

Writing gives me solace at times when I need someone badly.This makes me happy.Enough Said.
To nourish my thoughts and creativity. I think I need to wash my thinking caps. I haven't used them lately.
Creativity. I love to be a creative person or rather to reframe it ,I can say that I am a creative person. I can do anything and everything :P :P

6. What is your opinion of Lady Gaga?

A highly creative combination of Talent and Fashion. Love her loads for her fashion sense and most importantly her products... I mean her songs.

7. If you could go anywhere this second, where would you go?

To my nest to meet my mom ,dad and our cute little adorable princes of our home ...i mean my Sister

8. What are your favorite foods for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

I am not lucky enough to have breakfasts. I am another Home made food deprived soul. I love everything my mother makes .

9. Do you have siblings? Talk about them; if not, talk about being an only child.

As I have said earlier. I have this cute little devil angel who is 7 years younger to me.She is a stupid at times but yet she is adorable.Offcourse sisters are supposed to be annoying and my sister is not less. She will annoy and irritate you to the core. She will fight with you but She will miss you. Such is the magic of my little sis. She is weak in studies but she is too creative like me. Offcourse , a sister who is like her brother :P *PAT on my Back*

10. Do you like sports? Which teams do you support?

Soccer - Glory Glory Man United .Said enough

Cricket - India and thats coz of GOD Sachin Tendulkar ...the legend and Offcourse Mumbai Indians cz God lives there and I was born and brought up there.

11. Do you have any tattoos? If not, would you ever get one?

Yes I do have one small one on my thumb . I would like to have one of a Centaur with a bow and arrow.Yes Sagi

12. Have you ever donated blood? Why or why not?

No.I can't cz I had Pneumonia and my Health was badly impacted coz of it

13. How do you like your coffee and/or tea?

Coffee - made by Momma and Tea made by Daddy

14. Are you left-handed or right-handed?

Right – handed.

15. If you are in college, what are you studying? If not, what did/what are you planning to study?

I am a Software Test Engineer in some Big Giant Telecom Company of USA .I have done my B.Tech in Computer Science and planning to pursue MBA . Enough said ..next question please

16. What are some of your short term goals?

Woaaaa

17. What kind of music do you like?

Do you even know my Middle name is Rock Musix.I love Rock,Pop and Bollywood songs.I love Avril,Taylor,Gaga,Paramore and Sean Paul. For your kind info Taylor Swift is my girlfriend..... :P :P go find for yourself :P She had sung a song for me too .... :P :P

18. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

With my family anywhere

19. Have you ever been overseas? Where and when?

No.But there is scope.

20. Have you ever been to the circus? What did you think at the time?

Yes, I was quite young when I went there. Well saw those beautiful Russian girls performing different stunts. Was quite amazed but nevertheless its their life.

21. Are you wearing shoes right now? If so, describe them. If not, describe your socks/feet.

No. My feet.Would you believe I am wearing a 1/4th at this time.Duh. Yes it is 3 am. My feet all cleaned and bitten by some cockroaches last night.You can actually see the scars out there.Do I show you a picture? ;) :P

22. List some of the things you’d like to do before you die.

Perform a live music concert with Taylor
Confess my love for someone whom I always wanted to tell.
Meet my long lost cousins in Switzerland and spend good time with them.
Let my parents know what I mean to them.
Do something nice for my little sister.
Take my family abroad

23. What do you prefer to write with - pencil, pen, crayon, Sharpie, lipstick, chalk etc.?

Pen,Crayon,Pencil....woaa... and how much I love Chalk!

24. Do you like movies? What are your favorites?

Yes.I do. Forrest Grump,Philadelphia,Cast Away,Spash,Big... I love Tom Hanks and his Indian version Aamir Khan and his movies. I like Sarforosh,3Idiots, Golmaal,Hangover Series, 500 days of Summer and the list goes on and on .... :D

25. Do you like chocolate? What’s your favorite kind? If not, why?

Yeah, I do absolutely love them. But my favorite ones are the dark ones – I love them. I love milk chocolates.Yes baby I love them :P :P

This tag passes to Chirag,Vinti,Shruti and all who wants to do this :D :)

Tagged!!

2011-07-27T01:50:00.001+05:30

Lately I realized that I had to complete the 2 tags given by MSM .So the first one here it goes..

I)
Rule 1: You can only say Guilty or Innocent.

Rule 2: You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone specifically asks (And is discreet about it :P) Now, please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag friends who might be interested in taking this up.)

1. Kissed one of your Facebook friends?
Guilty

2. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

3. Ever told a lie?
Guilty

4. Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back?
Guilty

5. Kissed a picture?
Guilty

6. Slept until 5pm?
Guilty

7. Fallen asleep at work/school?
Guilty

8. Held a snake?
Innocent

9. Been suspended from school?
Innocent

10. Worked at a fast food restaurant?
Innocent

11. Been fired from a job?
Innocent

12. Done something you regret?
Guilty

13. Laughed so hard a drink came out of your nose?
Guilty

14. Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

15. Sat on a rooftop?
Guilty

16. Kissed someone you shouldn’t?
Innocent

17. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

18. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Guilty

19. Shaved your head?
Innocent

20. Slept naked?
Innocent

21. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Guilty

22. Donated blood?
Innocent

23. Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

24. Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

25. Still love/like someone you shouldn’t?
Guilty

26. Have a tattoo?
Guilty

27. Been too honest?
Guilty

28. Ruined a surprise?
Guilty

29. Erased someone in your friends list?
Guilty

30. Dressed in the opposite gender’s clothes?
Guilty

31. Joined a pageant?
Innocent

32. Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Guilty

33. Had communication with your ex?
Innocent

34. Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

35. A total stranger treat you by paying your bus/taxi fare?
Innocent

36. Get totally angry that you cried so hard?
Guilty

37. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Guilty

38. Thought about murder?
Innocent

39. How bout mass murder?
Innocent

40. Rode in a stranger’s vehicle?
Guilty

41. Stalked someone?
Guilty

42. Been so drunk that you forget things that happened while you were intoxicated?
Guilty

43. In love?
Innocent

PS: Thankyou MSM, this really made me smile! :D

Now I would love to tag Maithili,Freelancer,Vinti and all my new blogger friends

Smile - My first short film

2011-07-24T22:06:00.001+05:30

Folks today I happen to meet a wonderful little kid while I was talking to a friend in a nearby garden.He was unaware that I was shooting him but nevertheless I got something from him.Here I present you the video of my first short film.

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Kya Shock Laga??

2011-07-24T03:10:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer : This is based on my imaginations and the names used here are really fiction and got nothing to do with anyone living or dead.

This post is written for BLOGESHWAR and Campusghanta

Once I happened to bump into my friends flat. He thought of narrating me his experience in Bangalore. I thought it would be fun but nevertheless he made it sound serious.My friend lets say SRK was posted to Bangalore after his training.It was a completely different and an alien city for him. He was alloted a guest house for one week. After that he had to vacate the room and search for a new home. He tried his level best for a new home.Alas! he couldn't find one .He'd made a new friend at his bangalore office in form his Manager lets say Karan. His manager lived alone and he was searching for a flat mate.By no time ,he offered a room to SRK .At first SRK hesitated. SRK soon realized that his manager was a kind man and was a gentleman for sure. He nodded his head and left for his new home. Soon there was peace at home and SRK was known to be a discipline lover. He believes that cleanliness is next to godliness. Every day he would get up early and do the daily cleaning chores. To impress his manager he would do everything. Days passed by and they both became good friends.

It was one fine Saturday night and my friend SRK and his boss Karan were returning back from a movie. SRK and Karan now became best friends. Everyone at office believed that SRK was close to their boss Karan that they started thinking that they both were having extra marital affairs. Well my friend SRK never knew all this and even though if he knew all that then I am damn sure he would give a deaf ear to all the gossips about him and his boss Karan. Annual appraisals were approaching and everyone was sure that SRK would get an A+ and 40 % increment. But little did they knew that SRK was a hard work and not a boss's buttlicker. Although he shared his room with his boss ,SRK was clean at heart and was only attracted towards females. Appraisal results were out and SRK as expected by everyone got A+ and 40% hike. He believed that it was his dedication and diligence at work which helped him achieve this merit. The same night there was something else in stores for him.

He entered the home and saw his boss Karan preparing dinner for him. SRK was amazed and Karan's gesture had impressed him.
"Hey sweety SRK ,come man," Karan's seductive approach frightened SRK. He was flummoxed by this action of his boss and he was scared for once.

"Come na ,darling come sit close to me baby, " Karan added to which SRK turned a straight face.
"Sir, I'm not the one whom you are thinking," SRK said.
" I'm straight and I've a beautiful girlfriend to whom I am getting married next year," SRK added.

"Oh no !baby ...don't tell this...your love for me might be fake ..but my love for you is true...24Karat Gold honey!! ...why don't you understand it..," Karan sobbed.

"I don't want our relationship to fizzle.. and end drastically ," He wept

"Gibberish!what non sense....what relationship.." SRK got furious for once.

"Darling...come na...come close to me...," Karan said and went near SRK.
"Shooo go away ...i am not your types...go go get lost ....," SRK tried to escape from Karan.

The next day SRK left the flat. He went to the office and everyone started cracking jokes on him and their boss Karan. They all declared SRK and Karan as true lovers and some referred them as Gay. But only my friend SRK knew that he was straight and it was then he realized why people never became friends with Karan.

I could not stop laughing when my friend narrated me this story. I almost died laughing.

How many of you have come across such things in life? . Every day I see same sex couples who love each other. Even girls love girls and so on in case of guys. We admire their caring and love but in todays generation it makes one raise their eye brows when they come across such people. Yes they are humans too and they have their own feelings but nevertheless its a shock to the culture. Apart from this there are several other issues too. I came across a case where a 13 year old kid got his 14 year old girlfriend pregnant and sooned she gave birth to a beautiful baby . I was wondering that things which we did in our early twenties are done by kids in their early teens. Yes, the world is changing and so is the culture. Rapes everyday,Incests etc are shocking and they degrade things.Even a 6 year old kid these days has a girlfriend. I used to carry the big sack of books when I was 6 year old. My 3 year old neice has a cell phone. Whaaaaaat!!!!! Believe me!. Its true.Kya...Sahi mei Shock Laga yeh sab sunke!!!

I love you - 2

2011-07-16T17:48:00.001+05:30

Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction.

continued from part 1 .

'So I guess we can proceed ,' The new entrant spoke

'Everyone meet Miss. Aanya Sethi , the head of Telus group,' and Mr Goel smiled as he introduced Aana to the group member who attended the meeting.

'Hey guys , I hope y'all are doing great,' Aana smiled.

Arush smiled as she spoke. She seemed to be an entirely different person.He soon learnt that she was none other than the lady whom he met at the beach. A trendy fashionable woman wearing the least of the clothes looked like a traditional woman. She wore a heavily embroidered Punjabi suit which exhibited her originality, the place where she belonged too. 'Aana' reminded her of the bikini girl who wore the polka dotted knickers. It made him think how people exhibit different personalities within no time. She was a good enterpreneur and a brilliant person and she belonged to an affluent,well reputated family.

'We are here to discuss the impact of economic global recession on our business , why have we gathered here? Whats the purpose of this meet ?. How can we stabilize the growth?,' Mr.Goel asked .

'Well ...growth seems to be an essential phenomenon and obviously GDP of this country would determine how the nation progresses. Currently IT has been a a great disaster and it is highly impacted by the business failure,' Aana spoke without nictating her eyes.

Arush stared and smiled at her.
'Do you have any doubts Mr.Arora?,' Aana asked Arush.
'You seemed to be distracted anyway and this is not a matter to smile Sir,' she burst upon him.

Within a swift of a second, the conference room went silent. Everyone looked at Arush and it was embarassing for him.

'No...I was listening to what you were speakin....you proceed ,' He said.

How could a jovial girl change into an aggresive one within no time .Clearly she seemed to be a phenomenon to him.
Finally ,the meeting got over in 2 hours. Everyone were leaving to their hotel rooms.

Aana came near Arush and sought apologies.
'I think I need to be sorry,' She said to him.
'Ahh!! never mind you just displayed your multiple personalities.....,' He said with a straightface.
'Oh yeah...excuse me,' She was bewildered.
'I mean ... from bikini to Indian suit and jolly to aggression..you got my point,' Arush winked at her.
'Well that is Aaana for dumbo's ,' She laughed

'Whatever girl!!!,' Arush seemed to have been carried away by talking to her.

'Well , you and me .... at Cafe Villa Sol ...at 8 ,' She said.
'Bye Naughty boy ..,'She left.

Arush was completely taken aback by her behaviour. She was a complete enimga for him. She was mystery and for a moment he realized that he had failed to learn her.

They both met each other at 8 pm at Cafe Villa Sol. She looked like a party girl this time .She was wearing a decent outfit this time. She was wearing a purple outfit.Not like the one which she wore at the meeting. Her hair was left loose and she displayed her tattoo ,thanks to her low waist jeans.

'Hey guy,' She hugged him.
'Hello Aana,' He smiled at her.

'Hey check this out....' She said and she asked him to look at her waist. She had tattooed a Centaur.
'yes it is looking great ..but why a centaur holding a bow and arrow,' Arush replied back.

'Dumb that you are...Dude ,i am Sagitarian and I wont explain you anymore,' She said.

'Where did you Study and you look handsome today?' She added.

'Well nothing great...did my Engineering from IIT-Madrass and MBA in Finance from IIM-Bangalore, and what about you' He smiled.

'Well I am a pauper in terms of Studies...a dumb chick ...you sure you want to know my alma mater,' She said..
'Certainly I would love to,' Arush took a sip of the Teqilla shots.
'Haha why, are you hiring me or what...Haaah,' She said
'Haha ..Engineering from IIT - Bombay and MBA from Howards,' She smiled

'Ok I get your sarcasm ....and you are looking too beautiful today,' He said.
'I am completely amazed by your dressing sense and today I saw you in 3 different outfits.You look beautiful everytime I look at you,' He added.

'Idiot...i am not flattered...you don't even know how to flirt,' She giggled to which Arush looked at her with a straight face.

'Well...the guru is here...seek my blessings and I shall teach you how to flirt,' She smiled at her.

'Ok Guru ji....' He winked at her.

'1 - Use balanced words...too much flattery makes you fake,' She started with the flirting tips.
'2- Laugh at her jokes when she says something...Understand Women love compliments and appreciations by men,' She winked at him.
'3-Sexual/Bodily talks are a strict No No unless and until you are dating her. There can be a refined and a crisp way of talking,'She continued.
'4-Give her a compliment and let her keep guessing and curious ,' She smiled.
'Okay ,' He acknowledged back.
'Remember Balance,Compliments and Curiosity are the three golden words,' She said.

'You look beautiful today,' He said to her.
'Ahun, Thank you..' She smiled at her,

'You are looking great today,' He continued.
'Ahaa...thank you ..thank you...' she said.

'You are too sweet,' He said .
'Whaaa...I can't take it when some men harp on the same string again and again and such men bore me,' She said for once.
'Was kidding... you are one talkative intelligent girl whom I have met till now...and to be frank such Talkative Intelligent girls attract me,' Arush spoke softly.

'See...Guruji's flirting lessons are reflecting in your words....Awesomeness....' She giggled.
'Can I ask you something ?? ,' He said.
'I hope you won't feel bad after I ask you?,' he added.
'It depends on your question dude,' She said with a straight face.

'Ok ...can i have your number please? ,' He said.
'Idiot..you scared me.... 9856323143 .. give me a missed...,' She said
'I have cancelled my return ticket and planning to stay her for a week and when are you going back,' He curiously asked her.
'Next Saturday off to Delhi....,' She said.

'Can I ask you something which is bothering me right now? he said.
'What now...ask me man...', She said.

'I don't know how to say that...but I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach..,' She said.
'Ahaaa...now ask ...shoot it...' she said.
'I wanted to ask you this since long but....,' He said.

(To be continued...)

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Cut my Nose!

2011-07-01T02:08:00.001+05:30

Yes go by the post title. Get a knife and just cut my nose. I really feel terrible right now. Got cold .Enough said I guess. Watery eyes ,Running nose,Throat pain and Sneeze attacks...what else could I ask for?.Feels really sick when my sneeze won't stop and the sneeze count crosses over 15 in one minute. It is heriditary but that sucks when you boss comes next to your cube and asks you if you are alright and when people around you look at you as if you've got a big infection .Nevermind pray for me folks to get well soon. After this I will write the subsequent parts of I Love you series.

God Bless you All!!

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I Love you - 1

2011-06-25T23:08:00.002+05:30

(All characters in this story are fictitious and they have nothing to do with any one in reality.It is a work of fiction.The character names and the places used here are imaginary)

Her closet witnessed over hundred designer clothes. She removed all of them and arranged them in a bag. She was wearing an embroidered saree with beads which was designer made.He sat docilely on the bed pleading her not to leave him. It was their 3rd marriage anniversary and it was the same day when Arush promised Aanaya that he would never betray her and would keep her happy forever.She was always his first love but today it seemed if it was all over. Arush met her one fine day during his visit to Goa 3 years ago.

The awesomeness of the sea and the prolonged beauty of the morning sun was a sight to see and something which everyone craves for. It was Arush's business trip to Goa. The morning sun shone through displaying a wide gamut of colors. Dressed in shorts and flaunting his hairy chest ,Arush entered the beach. His shades made him look smart although he was a perfect handsome man any girl would wish for. The view of the beach was something beyond imaginations. It was his first visit to Goa and he loved the place. He scanned through the entire beach and found kids creating sand castles and couples romancing. He came across a girl with a slender body who was looking gaunt and tired. She was a pretty damsel. She wore a polka dotted bikini which revealed most of her body and was unusual amongst Indian women. He looked at her and at first she tried to avoid Arush. She completely succumbed to temptation and smiled back at him. Arush made his first move and a conversation struck between them.
'Hey there! nice shades ,' Arush smiled at her.
'Thanksie..yours is nice too...,' She said.
'Is this your first time here?,' She added.
'Yes! first time..romancing with the waves and having fun while doing so,' Arush smiled
'Thats Cheesy..Oh by the way Aana here ,' She introduced herself.
'Arush Arora here ,'
'Well Arush, isn't the beach beautiful...look at the innocence of those kids building castles....poor thing never know that they would be washed away by the waves,' She said.
'True..they are kids..and its age for them to play and not to think rationally,' He uttered.

'True that.. so whats your plan for tonight?,' She asked Arush, For once ,he witnessed a seductive smile on her face.
'I am here for a Business meet at Le Meridan's at 4 pm,' Arush said with a straight face.
'Ahh!which company? ,' She asked him.
'Global Infocom,' Arush said.
'I am the Marketing head of GI India,' He added. She blinked in surprise at his achievements and agility. He was too matured and his way of thinking was different.
'Then we can meet at 8 pm at Cafe Villa Sol,' She said and they both exchanged their numbers.
'Okie ! done I'm game for it,' Arush said.
'Ok then ...see you again at 4 pm ,' She exhibited a smile which had a dual meaning.
'Ahh I guess 8 pm, 'He interrupted her.
'True that...see you,' She said and they both left for thier respective hotels.

Arush had an insatiable thirst for earning money in love. He wanted to be amongst someone who shall be counted in top businessmen.He belonged to a high social class and his father was a genteel person who was admired for his theory on Indian economy. His father Mr .Kailash Arora had invincible faith in his son and aways envisioned and potrayed him as the man who will take his business to the next level. It was 4 pm. He was dressed in his black suit and was wearing his favourite red tie with maroon strips. He reached Le meridaan sharp at 4 . The receptionist showed him way to the Conference hall where the Business meet was supposed to be held.

'Welcome dear friends ...this is indeed a honour to meet you all at the same platform,' Mr. Goel addressed the group.
Arush smiled when Mr. Goel spoke. It reminded him of his father. A longer pause and everyone remained silent.
'Can't we start with the discussions?,' Arush interrupted the silence.
'Yes we can ,but we are waiting for another board member,' Mr. Goel said.
'Who is that ?,' Everyone including Arush asked in unison.
'Miss.Sethi, the creative head of Telus Group,' Mr .Goel said.

It was already 30 minutes late and there was some sort of quarrels and distubance in the room.
'Can I come in? I'm so sorry folks? Some serious traffic issues ..so I'm late..I seek apology ,' A voice came from the door. There stood a young woman in her mid 20's who was seeking apologies from everyone. She was dressed in a heavily embroidered Punjabi suit. Her alluring face and fair complexion would perfectly match her clothes. Arush could not believe his eyes when he saw her. He stiflled a sigh and thanked god for sending her to his transitory garden of admiration.

'So I guess we can proceed,' The new entrant spoke.

(To be continued...)
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Midnight Ramblings

2011-06-23T02:31:00.001+05:30

I have come across many people in life who often crib and whimper about different things which doesn't goes right with them. Why would you do all that? . Life isn't about worrying and feeling sad. Tensions and problems are parts and parcels of life. This should not hamper your happiness. For some life is just meaningless ..why would you not focus on it or may be you could think of refining it. Why won't you try to spread that smile on someones face which would ultimately make you feel happy. This post is just meaningless and it comes out random without any insight. I don't know why but somethings happen in life which are really strange. Life is all about happiness. Well if you are not happy then you surely are missing something.Put the sorrows apart, thats for another day. Enjoy today and this is a perfect day. Live life as if there is no tommorow.

I come across many people in my life and each one of them are special in their own ways. They all leave some special memories for me which I cherish through out my life. Some of them are mere spectators who come in your life for some short time duration but they change your life and make it meaningful. I love these small fragments of joy and bundles of happiness they share with me. Without them my life would be meaningless for sure. They complete my life. Music is something which is like my best friend these days. Its an integtal part of my life and It gives me solace when I feel lonely and sad. And yeah there is this one friend of mine with whom I love talking to.Everynight we chat on Google talk and she never ceases to make me smile. Love you guys. And belated happy birthday to my Father. Love you dad for all that you have done for me and my little sister. You are the real hero to both of us and we won't forget everything that you have done for us. We both love you daddy..Feeling sleepy right now...so its time to hit the bed. Will try to write something constructive in my upcoming days but I am really busy in office activities which prevents me from contributing to my blog. Will soon find some time for my blog and come up with a short series or something like that. Good night . >:D<

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Mermaid's sorrow

2011-06-18T17:59:00.002+05:30

A beautiful mermaid,
lonely swimming in an ocean
had a dream to meet
the most handsome man on Earth.

Everyday she would pop out ,
to get a glance of this smart guy.
who would swim all across the ocean
devoid of this pretty angel watching him within .

Deep within the sea,
the mermaid would yearn to meet him.
She would watch him everyday
at the same hour,same time.

She loved him,she liked him.
One day the guy saw her,
silently watching him.
He chased her beneath the sea.

Scared and Frightened,
within a swift of a second,
She plunged to her home
He followed her from behind .

finally her dream came true,
when he met her
She smiled at him,
He smiled at her.

she loved him,she liked him,
Deep within the ocean,
They both swam towards their destiny
the mermaids happiness grew no bounds

Little did she knew
that he was a human,
and she was a mermaid.
he drowned to death.

She cried ,she wept,
She was afraid of being alone,
Having lost her love,
She killed herself