Saturday, July 17, 2010

NIRVANA

Nirvana


Few days back, I was going through Bhagwad Gita. The book is like a sea of knowledge. The first and foremost thing I understood from that book was one can not destroy the soul. After death, the soul leaves the old body and finds a new one as per his/her deeds in his/her past life.
As my favorite readers know about me, I am a bit illogically challenged. I look for logic and correlation in everything. I was just lying back on my office chair and was trying to relate the lessons learned from Bhagwad Gita to the job life we are “suffering” from.

Let us understand the concept of a new job / first job.
What is it?
Can’t we say that it is a new birth?
There are training sessions at your new job, induction sessions to train you about the new world you are in. Sometimes, a fresh college graduate also has motherly feelings for his trainer. The trainer shows him the path of Karma and enlightens him about the only god in his world – THE BOSS.

Every job comes from the BOSS. Every job is reported back to the BOSS. You work as the BOSS wants you to work. Your leaves are approved by the BOSS. Sometimes, chill out sessions are also arranged by the BOSS but they are always followed by “AGNI – PARIKHSHA”. There will be lot many senior managers, deputy managers, senior supervisors etc. But as a fresher, you have to worship the ultimate god – THE BOSS and you are in the good books.

In the first job, the “subject” goes through various tests, looks by various opportunities, makes several decisions, and puts all his efforts in his Karma to please the ultimate. As Gita says, we should not worry about the fruits and shall continue with Karma. Same goes by the boss: Don’t go by the increment you get at the end of the year. Continue your good work and you will achieve Nirvana.

As the time flies, the “subject” grows old in the organization. He has worked in all the functions and has done good Karmas in each function. Now the time comes and he leaves the company. His life in the first job is over.

Now as mentioned in previous paragraphs, a soul never dies. It just changes its body from one to another. Similarly the “subject” has now switched job. His past deeds, i.e. his experience in the past jobs helps decides the opportunity for his new job. If he has not done justice to his life in the previous birth (or) if he has not added various skills in his resume in his previous job, a new job with better opportunities become impossible for him.

Hence the subject gets the job as per his past deeds. He is again trained and inducted in his / her new job. Once again he looks for the ultimate god and finds out that “THE BOSS” is the only one who plays all the cards for the subject. The life of the “subject” always goes through a vicious cycle.

From the above correlations and analogies, I am again convinced that Change is Permanent and God is one.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

In Search of True Love

Disclaimer : The story written is completely a work of fiction and is not related to any one dead or alive.

IN SEARCH OF TRUE LOVE

We were sitting at Cafe Coffee Day. I was unusually not speaking much. She was getting disturbed by my strange behavior. Suddenly I went on my knees in front of her and with a red rose in my hand, I told her what I had in my mind.
She said - I love you too !!
I had a sigh of relief. She loves me too. I was so lucky. I got my dream, my love, my everything.I think, this time its true love. I was very happy. At the same time, a lot of thoughts started coming in my mind. Thoughts related to my past life, my past affairs.

The most stupid statement I have ever heard is - One love, One life. I am a great exception to this stupid theory. 95 % of the girls I have met were my crush, I have fallen in love with almost 50 % of them, proposed nearly 10% of them and got really 2 % of them, every time thinking that I got my true love.

Aahhh !!.. I still remember my first girlfriend. She was the hottest female god had ever created. Since, I was new to this affair business, so I got a book called "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" to understand females completely. She was very much caring. Every time we greeted each other with a hot and passionate kiss. For those, who are feeling jealous, the kiss was always a flying one. I just imagine, if there were no atmosphere then we would had kissed each other till now.

I was very much convinced that we love each other. But I wanted to kiss her. As per the book "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" I wanted to make her feel good and show her that I care. As per myself, I just wanted to try a kiss. But it doesn't mean that I didn't loved her. Those days I used to think that she was my first love and will be my last one.

One day I invited her for a movie. The movie was called "Hitch". I booked two corner seats and through out the movie, I was holding her hand, just a soft touch. She was at times looking at me and was smiling. I was not concentrating on the movie at all. After the movie was over, we went for a romantic dinner. We had the best wines and the cuisines were awesome. After the dinner, we sat on a bike and I dropped her home. She was very quiet. When she got off from the bike, she stood there. I also got down and stood in front of her.
She lifted her chin up, closed her eyes and stood still. And we kissed for the first time. It was heavenly and I forgot all my worries for next 15 seconds. I was expecting that after the kiss, she will blush and then go in her house.
We separated after the kiss. She looked at me and she told : Its not working. I think we should break up. I was shocked. I asked her the reason and she told the very famous dialogue from the movie we saw the same day : "Eight out of ten women think the first kiss will tell them what the relationship will be like.". She told that she felt something wrong in our relationship.
To hell with Will Smith and to hell with Hitch !!! I tried to convince her that she is special and not among those 8 women out of 10 women. She is among the remaining two. But I think, she was more convinced by Will smith. Finally we broke up.

And then I again fell in love with an another girl. I thought that now I have found my true love. She was not having a stunning look but she was cute and she cared for me a lot. And yes, this time we used to kiss to have a regular check on our relationship status. Thankfully, it was all normal this time. My new girl was very like a goddess of cleanliness. She loved everything on place and there was no place for dust in her house. On the contrary, I was called as hydrophobic by my friends as I used to take bath only on national holidays. Our pair was proving the fact that opposites do attract. She also loved flowers a lot and every time we dated, I used to gift her a red rose, which she used to keep in her notebook. Those days were the peak of our romanticism.
One day, while giving me a hug, she asked : Why are u smelling like a rotten egg ?
I thought that the answer would be cool and told her : Babes, I have not taken a bath this month
(Actually the reason was an unwashed T-shirt of my friend!!)
She got angry by my reply and she went off. I tried to call her to tell her the truth but she never picked the phone. I again referred to my bible "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" and I found that I must send gifts to let her know that I really care and I can not live with out you and my gifts are not just gifts, they are the token of love and what she means to me can't be explained in words but %&*(&^%$.
I hired few men who will keep on supplying big rose bouquets at her place every half an hour. I invested thousand of rupees to get my love back as a return.
As per the plan, those guys kept on giving her flower bouquets every half an hour. At the same time, I was thinking that I will go to her place the next day and apologize for my mistakes.

Ting Tong (the door bell rang)

She opened the door and was looking frustrated. I peeped inside her house and saw that her house was a complete mess as all the flowers were dry now and the dry flower pieces were flying here and there, a few had made place in her hairs too.

You are such a sick person, you made my day deplorable. I have to clean this mess just because of you. You are so sick. Just get lost. I hate you and if you will try to contact me, I will call police.

I didn't spoke a single word and ran from there thinking about the degree of stupidity the girl was suffering from. I then again fell in love with another girl. She was......


Hey...what are you thinking. I told you na, I love you too !! I used to love you the day we met.
(My last girlfriend talked and I came back from my thoughts)
Me : Nothing dear, I was thinking about my ex-girlfriends.
Girl : What !!!
Me : (In a day dreaming stage) Yes sweetie, I was !!!
Girl : You are a real jerk...Rite now you proposed me and you are thinking about your ex girl friends... Just leave me alone. I hate myself for loving a guy like you. I do not love you !!

I leaned back on my chair at CCD looking around for a girl, looking around for my true love !!!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Wanna be my Friend ?

Disclaimer : This post is dedicated to all Orkut Romeos and Majnus who are very aggressive in scrapping to beautiful females and sending them friend request. And before the readers start to make impression about the degree of hypocrisy of the author, I would honestly admit myself as an integral member of frequent scrapers gang. In addition to that, this story is not a piece of fiction, but the characters i.e. myself and my friends are very very very fictional.

WANNA BE MY FRIEND ?

I am a frequent Orkut user. I am blessed with 623 friends out of which 200 would be in the "haven't met" category. I have around 6000 scraps and 189 fans. I can still remember those days when I was very much focused towards increasing my fans.

Me : Abbee...mere fans bahut kam hai yaar Orkut par.
Friend 1: (in a very tensed tone) Haan be...mere bhi fans bahut kam hai...kya karun kuch samjh nahi aa raha
Me : Sale, tu mera fan hai ya nahi ?
Friend 1: Shayad nahi....
Me : (Hurt badly)..hatt saale...tu dost nahi hai...
Friend 1: Kya dosti ki baat karta hai...tu bhi to mera fan nahi hai.
Me : Chal thik hai...tu mera Fan ban ja, aur main bhi tera Fan ban jata hun.

And after 10 minutes we both were smiling as we had one count more in our Fan's list. This was a mutual agreement of fan-ship which incurred no cost. But there was one more hard way to increase your fans. It was a path of investment.

Me : Abbee..main tera fan hun aur tu mera fan nahi hai ?..ye to thik baat nahi hai yaar !!
Friend 2 : Kya thik baat nahi hai...chal kat le side se !!..
Me : Kya yaar...ban ja na mera fan... 2 minute lagega...
Friend 2: Paka mat yaar...jaa na yahan se...
Me : Achha tu mera Fan ban jayega to main tere ko treat doonga....Canteen me..
Friend 2: (Thinking how much stupid I am)..Thik hai...ye le.... (and he clicked on the yellow star near my name)

But why so much effort on increasing the number of fans and beautifying our Orkut accounts ?
Because we believed to look "COOL" on our profiles. When a girl will look on my profile then she will think - Ohh....what a cool guy. See he is popular too with so many fans on his list. With this "very true" belief , we started applying for friendship in scrapbook of girls. Since we didn't had much experience in this field, so we decided to refer some of the Gurus in this field. We searched for our Guru in some of our female friends scrapbook and we were very impressed by the style of friendship application. One of the dude wrote :

hi ...............
how r u dear..........?

whats goings on ......?

uske ashkoon ko apne hooton se hai piya
dil k kagaz pe lahuu se uska naam hai likh liya
uske ghamoon se apni khushiyoon ko hai siya
uspe arpan apna sab kuch hai kiya
itna chaha usse ki jeevan usike naam kar diya
lekin fir b agar uske bina jiya, to kya jiya
to kya jiya... to kya jiya... to kya jiya...

and the same dude had again posted a crap..oops.. Scrap.

HI .....DEAR
HOW R U .......?
WHATS GOING ON..........?
ENJOY THESE LINES ..............

What is a BEAUTIFUL Girl???
An innocent dove,
A pillar of beauty,
A temple of love,
A faithful companion,
A friend in distress,
The richest treasure a man can possess..

MAINE NAHI LIKHI ......,
LEKIN KISI NE TOH LIKI HAI .......................


and again repeat after 2 days.

HI …DEAR ,
HOW R U ...............

The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.


After reading his style of application for friendship, we thought that we really lack skills in this area. Neither we are so much poetic, nor so much inquisitive that we keep on asking for "How is she" non stop without even getting a reply. So we discovered our incompetency as we could not pursue a course under him. We searched for next and this time we got even better and talented Guru. His approach was very direct and romantic.

Hi...
I see your profile. You is baeutiful and your profile is also baeutiful. Your name is aslo nice and also I am smaart and handsume. With love call me "Chintu"..every body called me "Chintu"
Let us be fraands ?..What is your saying ?... enjoy !!!

Short and crisp !!! These guys were like top class busy professionals who don't have time to think and write again and again on same scrapbook. They come, they post scrap and sometimes they conquer. Now once again we saw our lack of talent as we were just into this profession. Then a thought came to our mind.

"We are the future of the nation. We are in the top most engineering college of India. We shall not be dependent on anyone, but we shall think like an entrepreneur. We shall develop our own strategy for applying for friendship"

And then we planned and designed a master scrap to be sent to all the girls. Then we did only Ctrl-C and Ctrl-V, the thing we are best at. We looked for a community of some girls college. We randomly opened 50- 60 profiles of girls and posted our master scrap in all of their scrapbook. After this job, we slept like we have conquered the world.

Next morning, I woke up in expectation of some reply. I saw some very good language used for me. For example :

U jerk

another one :

Kuch kaam nahi hai karne ke liye...sharam nahi aati

And I was really confused as why I got such replies. Again after some research I found that I had sent the same master scrap to two girls who were room mates. And my abilities of identifying target market was under question. My future of being an entrepreneur is in dark. I was in a poor light.

Now I do not think much on what to write in the scrapbook or how much are my fans. But still when ever I see any hot girl on Orkut, a deep sound echoes in my heart - "WANNA BE MY FRIEND"

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Na-Na to Nano

Disclaimer : The story below is fictional and is not inspired by any true incident or person living or dead. If any similarity is found , then it is just a mere coincidence.

(But if you are able to relate this story with some one...You are not a fool. :) :) )


Na-Na to Nano


Cholbe nai .... Cholbe nai !!!.. The astonishing sound was filling up the environment. I was trying to see the scene happening at the center of the crowd. Oh...before the story let me introduce my friend and self.

I am Chirantan Bhattacharya from the very famous news channel – “Parson Tak – Barson Tak”. I am with my cameraman Pankaj Yadav. I am a Bengali by birth and working for this news channel to earn my livings. This is the case with Pankaj also, the only dissimilarity between us is that he is from Bihar. So coming back to the story again.

Yadav (With a pan in his mouth): Bhaiya ji, these politicians are the best contributors in our business. When they are on a strike, our TRP shoots the star. Thank god.....some hunger strike is to sell after such a long time. Till now I was using my camera for capturing birds in the sky and monkeys on the tree and mice in the gutter and ....

Me: Can you just shut up!!! Concentrate on the work dada. We will be paid well if we are able to interview this lady politician. And as far as I know she is fighting for the welfare of Kisaans. Let us try to talk to this lady.

I tried to walk inside the great crowd with an intention to interview the lady. As we were about to the reach at the center some one stopped us.

Person 1(Aggressive mood): Aren’t you able to see ? Didi is on strike and you are going to disturb her…. We will not let this happen!!!

Person 2: Cholbe Nai…Cholbe Nai !!!

Yadav (Equally aggressive) : Bhaiya ji ye kya bol raha hai ?? Kahiye to isko yahin par…

I stopped Yadav and spoke in Bengali that we are press reporters and we want to interview the lady. The person was not allowing us to do so. Finally he told :

Person 1: (Whispering) Dada...amake Rs 100 dao..tobei ami tomake didr interview nite debo

(Loudly: Cholbe nai ... Cholbe nai)

I recalled that our news agency has introduced a new policy of bribe reimbursement, i.e. if we have to pay any bribe to some one then we can get it reimbursed upon producing the bill. As this was my first time, so with a little hesitation, I told the person that I will pay him the amount but he has to provide me a cash memo receipt. I was surprised when I saw the cash memo book in his hand. He told me that earlier also he did received a lot of bribe from other press reporters from various news channels and he provided them the receipt. I was surprised to see the competition between news channels. How much flexible and updated they are with new policies to have more and more news. Anyways, I paid the person and received the bill.

Yadav : Bhaiya ji , You are making donations at this moment also. You are such a great person.

Me : Dada, don’t apply your brain now and let us start interviewing this lady.

We approached to the lady sitting comfortably on a red carpet. We greeted her and asked her for the reason behind her strike. What we received as her answer was not less than a great speech.

Lady: Today is a black day in the history of West Bengal. I am here to help the citizens of this state to fight for their rights.

Me : Can you please explain our audience what are the rights and who are violating the rights ?

Lady: Aree dada… When god created this place, there was water, air, land and every other thing, which are necessary for living. Today some people are trying to acquire our land to set up some factory. Now tell me, do these industrialist have more brains than god?
If these factories were really required, then wouldn’t God had created these factories in the beginning itself? They are trying to violate the organization created by God. To follow the rules and system made by God is our right and we will not allow any one to snatch these rights from our people. Aie factorybazzi cholbe nai…
With this statement of the famous politician, group of people followed her statement

Crowd: Cholbe nai Cholbe nai !!!!

Yadav saw them with boisterous eyes. I signalized him not to get irritated as we this is part of our life. I continued the interview.

Me : Ok Madam, I agree with you as god is the supreme power. But don’t you think that after a factory is settled here then citizens of west Bengal will get employment?

Lady : What will happen if they get employement ?

Me: They will earn their livings.

Lady: What will happen after that?

Me: They will lead a secured life.

Lady: So?

Me: They will have tension free days and nights.

Lady: Baba re… tumi ki pagal acche ???.
The citizens anyways are having tension free days and nights. They sleep all the time, day or night. And these industrialists want to acquire the land where they sleep. Sleeping is our right and we will not allow any one to snatch these rights from our people. Aie factorybaazi cholbe nai..

Once again “Cholbe nai Cholbe nai” echoed the environment.

And as I was about to ask another question, a person with a cash memo register came to me and told me that time is over. As the coverage was very important, I searched my wallet for more. I saw a crumbled Rs 100 note and few coins.

Me (To Yadav) : Do you have some money with you.

Yadav : Bahiya Ji...aaj bhore bhore aap humse udhaar liye the...pehle wo wapas kijiye nahi to lunch karne ka bhi paisa naaa hai humree paas !!!

I maundered and cursed the government for the ever rising inflation. Because of all those rising prices, I was unable to continue the interview.

With that crumbled Rs 100 note in my hand, I and Yadav walked from there looking for some cheap dhaba for lunch.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

An Incomplete Love Story...

Disclaimer : Dear Readers, please do not try to link this story with the author. This is an imaginary creation of the blogger's empty mind which is actually overflowing. Even if you are able to see a domino-centric persona of the author, kindly ignore it as it is your perception which is not always the reality.

It was a cold winter morning. She was sleeping with all of the elegance on her face. The rising sun rays were feeling privileged to touch her soft cheeks. Outside the window, the grass were green and were completely misted over. With the first rays of sunlight falling on those grass, thousands of colors were praising mother nature. Suddenly the charm faded outside the window as inside she just woke up. Her pupils were contracted due to those mischievous light rays. Her pink lips just got activated and with a million dollar smile on her face, she stretched her hand above her neck and head. Her few of the disarranged and untied hair tried to touch her cheeks and were all along her thin neck and shoulder. She removed the blanket from her and searched for her chappals.

A female voice from the kitchen : Jaag jao beta...dekho subah ho gaya hai.....jaldi se fresh ho kar kitchen me aao.
Ritika : Haan Maa ...and she yawned. Her beautiful teeth were looking like 32 beautiful whitest stones from all over the world were collected and were fit on this extra ordinary beauty.


After 1 hour (on Breakfast table)
Ritika : Maa , do you know....today Raj is in town. You remember him na.!! He went for his studies and he is back after 5 years.
Maa : Raj, wo lafanga....haan pata hai....jab 12th me tha tab se uske haav bhaav dikne lage the.... Road par har ladki ko rok kar bolta tha... " Hi....main Raj....naam to suna hi hoga"
Ritka : Maa, aapko to har ladka hi kharaab lagta hai..agar aisa raha to main kunwari hi marr jaungi...(giggling)
Maa : (in a bad tone) Badi fikar hai apni shaadi ki...ruk bulati hun tere papa ko !!!
Ritika : (Finishing her meal and running away from the table)...Haan bula lo...wo bhi waise ladka dhoondhne me hi busy honge abhi.


FLASHBACK ( 5 years back)

On a colony road....

Raj : Hi..main Raj...naam to suna hi hoga.
Ritika : Mera boy freind hai..uska naam sunaun ?
Raj : 100 me se 90 ladkiyan mujh jaise lover boy se darr ke aisa hi kehti hain !!
Ritika : Achha.....tumhara matlab hai ki main..Ritika Bajaj, tum jaise sadak chaap se darr gayi.....Oyee mister...raaste se hato warna aisa watt lagaungi ki Munna bhai bhi bachane nahi aayega !!!
Raj : Waise, tumhe pehli hi mulakat me tumhe mujhse pyaar ho jayega, ye mujhe nahi pata tha...kaafi style se naam bataya hai apna !!!
Ritika : Achhaa... abb mujhse tumse pyaar bhi ho gaya hai!!!!...sadak chaap..hatt jao !!

...and she acted very violently. Raj was slapped in public. The marks were so deep that Congress party would have hired him for their next elections. For the next few days, Ritika didn't saw any such activity in her colony and she started boasting in front of her friends as she eliminated several miscreants in her colony single handedly. (of course exaggerated version of what has actually happened.)
After few days, there was a society party in the colony. Everyone assembled together for a general dinner party. It was arranged in a football field in the colony which was turned into a attractive party place by putting a large bivouac and colorful lights. Not to mention, Raj and Ritika were also the very honored guests.
Ritika (to her Maa) : Ye kaun hai ??
Maa : Beta, Ye Raj hai...iska naam to suna hi hoga !!...
Humare society ke naye chairman , Mishra ji ka beta hai. Is saal hi iski family idhar aayi hai.....Suna hai ki padhai me bada tez hai, par hai bada lafanga. Recreation ke naam par ladkiyon ko chedta hai !!!
Ritika : Hmmmm....baat karne padegi (in a very feeble volume and very mischievous mood)




Ritika : Hi..Raj.. kaise ho...
Raj : Tum ????
Ritika : Haan...pehchaana...wo us din sadak par...munna bhai...watt !!
Raj : Dekhiye....abb jo bhi hua usse bhul jaiye..mere papa idhar hi hain...
Ritika : Waise, us din thoda zayada hi ho gaya tha...sorry for that !!...waise I am ...
Raj : Ritika... Ritika Bajaj...jisne mere kaan ke neeche baja diya tha !!.....
Ritika : (laughs)... waise tum ladkiyon ko chedne ke alawa aur karte kya ho ?
Raj : (laughs) I just got admission in an engineering college. I will be joining my college after this week.
Ritika : Hey...its good talking to you. Why don't we meet in CCD tomorrow evening, if you can spare time from flirting with girls on the road.
Raj : Sure..why not !!!

And then they started meeting. The cupid struck the couple and both were in deep love with each other. But, neither of them proposed to each other. Both knew that the other feels the same way the one feels and this feeling was enough for them to feel their happy future life. Raj went to his college. Both used to chat on google talk and were very expressive on that. Their favorite game was Truth and Dare on chat. They used to ask lots of silly and funny questions for truth and they used to ask for most stupid stuffs to do for dare. For example, once Ritika asked Raj to put Rakhi sawant's pic on his orkut display pic and to change his display name as " I love Rakhi"

One day :

(on a gtalk window)

raj.kool.dude.2005 is busy.
raj.kool.dude.2005: Hi Rits...meri job lag gayi hai...home town me hi...I am just comming back in few days.
ritika.bajaj: Its wonderful Raj. Just do come back soon...I will wait for you.
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Today :

Time : Afternoon
Raj : (At Ritika's house) Hello Aunty.... kaise hain.... Ritika kahan hai ??
Ritika's Maa : Beta, wo to abhi abhi tum si hi milne airport gayi hai...tum waise itni jaldi kaise aa gaye.
Raj : Aunty wo meri flight kaafi zayada delay ho gayi thi technical failures ki wajah se...to maine wo ticket udhar hi cancel kara kar uske 1 gahnte pehle wali doosri flight le li. Aur mujhe kisi ko inform karne ka time hi nahi raha.... waise aunty..main Ritika ko pick karne airport jaa raha hun...abhi kuch der me wapas aaya.

Raj Rushed towards his home got his bike and rushed towards airport.

I will surprise her. I will go to the airport and tell her everything what I have in my heart. Now , I have a job and now, I can propose her and can act with responsibility.Now I can ask her to be my everything. I will tell her that she is the most beautiful thing which has ever happened to me. To meet her was the best combination of stars for me. Today I will go and tell her that there will be lots of hands to wipe your tears down, but you will never find mine as I would never let you cry. I will explain her that for every drop of her tear, there will be a day less in my life.... I will.........

Raj was driving his bike above 100 KMPH and was completely lost in his coming beautiful future. Suddenly he felt a big jolt. His bike came down to zero speed within 5 secs. There was an accident. he hit some rickshaw and the rickshaw toppled and got hit by a truck coming from the other side of the road. He was so selfish to meet Ritika that he quickly started his bike and ran towards the airport without paying much attention to the road mishap as this was very much normal in such a big herded city. He reached airport. But Ritika was not there. He tried her mobile but the phone was switched off. He rushed back to Ritika home.


Ritika Home

Lots of people were standing in front of her house. Raj was not feeling good then. Some thing was screeching in his ears which he was not able to withstand by. He heard some one crying. It was Ritika's mom voice. What has happened !!!....
He saw his mother standing in the crowd. He rushed with uneasiness and asked her !!!
Raj : Maa, what has happened ?
Raj's mother : Beta, There is a hit and run case. Ritika met with and accident. She was injured badly when a truck hit her. She didn't survived beta...she didn't !!!!!!


Raj became speechless ...... once again all the thoughts what he was thinking on his bike trip to airport, came back to his mind. He collapsed and met a nervous breakdown. He got admitted in a hospital.

After few days, Raj is discharged from the hospital. Now he do not speak much. Every night, he sits on his terrace and looks at the sky searching for her. There is always a question on his face.

Why an Incomplete Love story for me ?


Monday, February 9, 2009

A Trip to Bangalore

Morning 4:30 AM....(January 25th 2009)

A guy is standing on the haunting roads of Bangalore(Believe me, every road will be haunting when you are standing on the middle of a chilling road, hours before sun rise). The silence was screaming in his ears and so was the chilling cold weather. He was dressed like he has came from a warm place, lets say Pondicherry (Temp = 24 degree C during night), and he was not prepared for such a chilled weather. Suddenly a lean biker stops in front of him.

Biker : Maachis hai kya ?
The guy on the road : Ek maachis pure sansaar me aag laga sakti hai !!!

(Silence)

The dry leaves were rustling in the breeze and both were able to hear that.

Biker : Abbeee Gamauchh !!!!!!!!! (with a very friendly smile)
The Guy on the Road : Abbeee Kashi... kaisa hai be !!.... maazza aa gaya tere se mill ke !!!...

And the guy sits on the bikers back seat and the bike moves on !!!

(Music : Sholay theme music plays further...those who haven't heard that till now...shame on you morons !!!)


FLASHBACK

Evening 7 :30 PM....(January 24th 2009).
I was standing on a long queue to get a bus ticket for Bangalore. It was quite boring to stand in that queue. So I thought I must inform Kashi that finally I am coming to meet him.


Me : Abbe Kashi, main kal Bangalore aa raha hun..Bindaas !!!
Kashi : Haan be...aa jaa, tension nahi hai !!!...hoo haa mastayenge hum log !!!....
Me : Haan be....saala...idhar Pondicherry me akele frust ho gaye hain...saala aate hain to kal hoo haa masti karte hain.
Kashi : Bas tu load hi mat le...aaja !!!
Me : Waise main white rang ke kapde me rahunga...saale andhera me kaise pehchaanega...
Kashi : Load nahi hai be....main tere se poochunga " Maachis hai kya??"....aur tera code rahega : " ek Maachis pure sansaar me aag laga sakti hai"
Me : Kuch hai bhai...mast !!!...saala hoo haa bakar !!! Chal kal milte hain...byee
Kashi : Haan pahunch ke call karna ... bye !!!

Now for those people who are reading this blog and are not able to sort out that actually what is happening......... So for those Mortals......
This is BLASPHEMY....This is MADNESS and yeahhh This is INSTRU and the two guys are deadly member of the very famous and notorious Instru Makahus who have nothing to lose !!!


So finally I am in town...I am home....I am with Kashi and I am expecting the rocking moments of 2009 to start soon. We sat, we talked about all those motley topics and not to mention, Kashi was on a night-out.

Morning 06:00 AM....(January 25th 2009)

Kashi :
Abbe Gomzee....aisa karte hain, so lete hain...kal subah bindaas 9:00 baaje uth kar breakfast karne chalte hain.
Me : Haan be...load nahi hai....aur saale "Kal Subah" nahi...."Aaj"......aur waise mujhe apne school friend se milne jaana hai..12 baje types nikal loonga....aur lunch bhi bahar karunga...to us time tu apna kaam bhi nipta lena
Kashi : Cool... Good Night !!!

Morning 09:00 AM....(January 25th 2009)

Me : Abbe Kashi ...uth jaa !!! dekh 9 baj gaya hai
Kashi : (Still sleeping but in a very fresh tone) Haan be...bas 10 min aur.

I thought, I shall check my scraps and then come back. While sitting on the computer, I scrapped to those people whom I didn't even knew. I also played stupid games (like complete your name, One word for the profile above you and all those....) on different forums on Orkut communities. And the time was ticking by .......

Morning 10:30 AM.....(January 25th 2009)

Me :
Abbe Kashi...uth jaa saale.....bahut bhookh lagi hai !!!
Kashi : (Still sleeping but in a very fresh tone) Haan be.... jaag hi gaya hun.....achha ye bata ki South Indian khayega na...load nahi hai na !!!
Me : Nahi be...kuch bhi chalega...bas tu jaldi se uth !!...
Kashi :
(Still sleeping but in a very fresh tone) Bas tu fresh ho le...main abhi uthta hun !!!

Then I remembered what Kashi told me once upon a time.... " Abbe...humare fridge ka pic dekha hai tu...bindaas bhara hua tha " I rushed towards the refrigerator and I didn't even found a single piece of ice in that..... I again went and sat on PC thanking Mr Orkut Buyukkokten for discovering such a wonderful thing. I played Teen patti, Mindjolt games, Jab We Lift game and I lost when I was trying to lift Saroj Khan.

(In the back of my mind : Last year trip was better.....Manu was there and that was the best 1st day of a new year (2008) morning celebration. Just imagine , he was having a surprise for me. So sweet of you Manu. He was having tickets of Movie "Welcome" and as per his very surprising plan, I had to watch the movie for the third time. !!! We "Freaked out" for sure.)

Morning 11:45 AM...... (January 25th 2008)

Me :
Abbe..main nikal raha hun...abb breakfast nahi...brunch hi kar loonga....
chal cyaaa..byeee
Kashi : Sorry be....
Me : Koi nahi be...shaam me macha denge....


Now I am sure the readers are thinking bad and worse about this Kashi boy, those who are not.....sorry buddy, I am not a good mind reader.
But one point I would surely like to mention here that Kashi was known as Engine of the Instru Makhaus gang. It took time for the night-out victimized Kashi to take up his speed, and thanks to you bub, the evening was more rocking. We met Imran Hasmi right from the sets of Raaz - 2.

Yes.....don't get surprised. Just believe my words, We met Imran Hasmi directly from the sets of Raaz -2.


And then we met the bindaas "Treat snatcher" Soumyajit Mitro and of course there was a Indo Russian nuclear deal whose exclusive pics are available on my Album , the link for which can be accessed by clicking here






But all jokes apart, the trip was rocking as expected and Kashi the Engine dude ...(pic above), rocked like anything during Leela visit and the hoo haa wrap up photo session. Once again the exclusive media coverage for the photo session is available on the link below.

Media Coverage

Love you Kashi and thanks a lot Ved. I would definitely love to have numerous such Bangy trips !!!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Why Blogging !!!

Thanks to my job....and thanks to those elegant alone moments.
Now, many of my friends will ask : abbee, Gomzeee...tu kab se blogging shuru kiya ?? !!..and I will reply : Jab se akelepan ka frustration jhela nahi gaya ...tab se hi shuru kiya !!

Now thanks to blog spot that I can vomit all my cribs over here. I will write about my painful 6 months in an alien land. I will pen down my very very bad job experience. By the way, according to a telephonic survey done by yours sincerely, following were the results for if people liked their jobs.

I love my Job.-------------------------------------> 2% (these are maha maggu guys)
I hate my Job.-------------------------------------> 95% (Like u, me and hum)
I just do my job. Profile is good, but ....-------------> 2.5% (Rest)
Yaar, I do not know..sab peace hai.-----------------> 0.5% (Rest)

Ohh...sorry for the deviation. I was talking about my daily cribs, my frustration, reclusiveness. My phone bills are just going out of control as I call every other guy on my contact list.

Once upon a time :

Me : Kya be...kaisa hai ??...kya chal raha hai ??
On the other side : (serious mode) Main thik hun.. Tu bata kaisa hai
Me : Main mast hun yaar
On the other side : Achha...bata..kya kaam hai..kaise call kiya ?
Me : Nahi be , koi kaam nahi hai ....aise hi call kiye...bas haal chaal pooch raha tha(in my head - saale ko aaj tak sabhi ne kaam se hi call kiya hai kya...kya frust aadmi hai bhai..saala mood khraab kar diya)
On the other side :Ohh..main thik hun !!!... (pause)
Me : Chal fir..touch me rehna yaar., achha laga baat kar ke....(in my head - saala frust)

Last dialed : +91994321####
Call ended.
Last call duration : 00:34

And after this call, I am much more refreshed and energized. My batteries are now recharged. (For the rarest of the stupid people who are reading this, I am a bit sarcastic)
Now I look for my rug and pull my pillow on the bed and try to sleep...rite now I am MAHAFRUST.

After these kind of calls, I am even unable to sleep peacefully. Thanks to you tube. Just watch few dance steps of Shaleen and Daljeet(Nach Baliye -4), watch Torsha perform, crib about REMO(Indian Idol -4), and listen to few more good songs and of course watch nice videos. But still, my head is set at a fixed angle which looks only on my Laptop and nothing else, and this is again irritating me. I need to talk to some one.

Once again ,
Me : Pranam maa !!!
Maa: Kush raho, kya kar rahe ho
Me : aise hi mann kiya baat karne ka..
Maa: aree abhi khana bana rahe hain....baad me baat karte hain...dhyaan rakhna, khana time par kha lena, aur ghar se bahar mat nikalna, aur naha zaroor lena, aur bijli mat choona, aur araam karo, aur............
Me : chalo ma, pranam..rakhte hain

Now I am really confused. What to do !!!... Chalo..Now I will blog.

Now, many of my friends will ask : abbee, Gomzeee...tu kab se blogging shuru kiya ?? !!..and I will reply : Jab se akelepan ka frustration jhela nahi gaya ...tab se hi shuru kiya !!

Do post comments. Idhar bhi alone na reh jaaun !!! :) :) :)

See you all soon, with more of my frustration and cribs !!