The baby Sitter

Are you afraid of the dark?
Do you have nightmares of some cannibal tribes running behind you, to make their dinner out of you?
Do the ghost of some girl in white sari, singing a some old song and holding a candle in her hand, haunt you?


Never Mind! these questions have nothing to do, just read on. . .

Another lazy weekend, well nowadays there is no much difference between a weekend and a weekday, they all are the same!
but our dear Mr.Fate doesn't seem to be happy with my easy life. . .

well thanks to matty's help center I have been receiving many calls for help!!

My mom's friend had to leave the town urgently and so she had to ask someone to take care of her kids and house till her husband returns from office!
and my mom out of her generosity. . .

Mom (to her friend): "why do you worry Gita, don't worry i will send my son to your place, he is anyway useless, all the day he does is eat sleep and get fat! he has not done anything since ages. Let me give him some work today! Now don't you worry and get going!"

well that was my mom!
and so i went. . .of course no one asked me if i could chose not to go. . .they just ordered!!
I was now officially the BABY SITTER!!

The kids, a 9 yr old boy and 4 yr old girl, well. . . they looked nice, very calm and well mannered.
I looked at them, and thought. . it might not be that bad after all, they are after all small cute and very good kids, what can possibly go wrong. . . .
you will later know that this was my biggest mistake!!

Their mother left soon.
I rested my ass on the couch and switched on the TV.
The little girl came near me and whispered "POGO".
then she grabbed the remote from me and switched on the channel, well as someone rightly said, girls know what they want!!

If you have any grudges against anyone just kidnap them and make them watch Pogo! believe me this was some 3rd degree torture. . .GOD!!
How the hell can you watch some colorful puppets and few stupid things i don't know what they were but well the girl kept on jumping from her feet crying. . "Teletubbies!!!!!"
After sometime i switched to the Discovery channel, it was showing some giraffes mating. The girl asked me "the boy asked me what were they doing?"
"lets watch Bob the builder" i said. Thank god the little girl didn't open her mouth. I preferred pogo for the rest of the day. . .

Oooh! well i thought atleast that makes her silent and the boy . . .
wait a min. . . i had forgotten about the boy. . .where the hell was he. . he was here a min ago. . .
In the Bedroom. . No, kitchen . . .no, reading room. . no, toilet. . . . No!! Balcony. . .No. . . . .
WTF!!!!
where has been lost??
I went out and screamed his name. . .no response. . .
god this boy. . . then i saw him in the basement. .
pheew!
"Don't you ever leave the house without telling me!!" I screamed at him. .

Finally getting back to the house, i thought maybe it was time for lunch!
I said" well lets see what we got"! wow we have the spinach curry and the radish sambhar, and oooo we have rasam also!!" I hated those dishes. . but the baby sitter rule book says always act as if you love the food and make the kids eat properly!
(btw. . .rasam and sambhar are south indian dishes, and for god sake dont ask me their recipes now)
The little girl,"ewwwww! I want potato curry" and the boy,"i want a pizza" they both said in unison.
"Huh! well do you want to be strong like me, then eat this!"
everything in vain. . .they wont eat. finally after bribing them with chocolates, they agreed and i also had to promise the pizza!

Just then. . .rahul called "Dude? where r u? Come fast we all are going to the party! And the good thing is Teja is paying the bill. . ."
me, " Err. . sorry dude. . .i have some work. . ."
"work what work, you lazy bum, get ur ass down here. . .wtf r u doing? you got no girl friends even? whats keeping you busy"rahul screamed!
"well i am scrutinizing the child prodigies. . ."
"What the hell. . . .you r baby sitting??? ooh my god!! lol...." rahul almost fell down laughing. i could sense it.
humm. . . .well it happens. . .sometimes you have to give up biryani and tandoori for sambhar and rasam!!

"Bhaiya can I order the pizza?"
oooh. . .i forgot. . .well not bad I got the pizza right?
"My chocolates??" the little girl shouted from behind. . .
got to admit these kids have a good memory. . .

I took the girl to the candy store and the boy sits in the house and calls the pizzahut. .
Girl,"i want dairymilk, no i want milkybar. . .no i want. . .no that. . ."
"I want all of them. . . ."she said her final verdict!
"what!! No way. You can only one. take one. Ok i will buy you dairy milk thats it."
"Nooooooooo i want all. . .i want all. . . .i want all. . . .mummy....i want mommy!!!!"
"Ok ok. . .fineee!!!!"

finally she stopped her crying. . . .man!!
we went back. .
then after exactly twenty eight mins the pizza boy arrives, oooh i wish he was late by two moire mins and i would have got the order free. . . .
"Sir here is your order. . .extra large chicken pizza, extra large paneer pizza, and a medium capsicum pizza along with ginger bread and french fries and of course coke!!!!" the pizza boy said.
"what!! I think you have mistaken somebody's order with mine. I didn't order these many things!" common we were just three not even three . . .i mean they were just two kids. . how much can they eat!!
"bhaiya! i ordered it!!"
"whattttttt??? why? why did you order so many pizzas?" i howled
he,"well i figured out we were three and so three pizza and i ordered a medium one for munni"
me,"whattttt? oh god!!!!!!!"
finally after shelling out 800 bucks I was left with pizzas and pizzas and more pizzas. . .
we could distribute them to the whole neighborhood and still few pieces would remain!

"I want a cake!" the little girl announced. . ."I don't want pizza. . ."
believe me these kids were so small but still they desired the whole world. . .
"Cake!! i gave the chocolates now shut ur mouth and sit down" I screamed

she cried and cried out louder. . .
i had to do soemthing. . ."ok fine i will get you the cake!"
I sent the boy to get some milk cakes from the store. . .

20 mins passed by he did not return. i waited.
40 mins. . ."what is making him so late!" i thought. now I was worried. . .
I held the girl and set out to look for him.
He was not in the basement, neither in the store, nor in the street. . .
even the watchman had not seen him. . .
Now i was tensed. . .
it was more than an hour now.

What should I do? Should I call his mom, no maybe his dad,
I am such a fool, I should have never sent him. what am i gonna do. . .

I set out with the watchman to search for the boy,
he was no where. . .
then suddenly i saw a group of boys playing cricket in the other lane,
and. . .

he was there. . .
Thankkk God!!! I thought. . .
I slapped on his face "If you do this again I am gonna kill you"
He cried she cried.
God kids are such a pain in the ass. . .
they me go crazy. . .

Finally we returned home and watched pogo and ate pizzas for dinner.
It was 9 pm and uncle arrived.

"how r u? hope the kids didn't truble you much!"he said.
"oh no. . .they were very good. In fact i had a great time" and I exchanged looks with the kids!!!

Tagged again. . . . .

Everyone is doing a lot of tagging and yeah i have also joined the race. ssnab tagged me! that was sweet of you dear. . .

here it goes. . .

1.Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it..
i got one on my head, near my right ear. . .no wait. . .is it left or right. . . yeah the right! i got it when i was a kid playing with my friends, actually i accidentally hit something i don't remember, but yeah that cost me my first trip to hospital after i was born, and gave me two stitches!

2. What does your phone look like?
shiny black, with blue tooth, 5 mega pixel camera, slide phone, the hottest thing, every man's dream mobile. . .
err... no this is certainly not my phone!!!!
all i have is just an old NOKIA 1100!!
someone said "phone sirf baat karne ke liye hai" yeah thats apt for me!!

3. What is on the walls of your bedroom?
apart from cobwebs, i got Dennis the mennis, and yeah i got few more things. . .
one saying "TIME IS MONEY" (i really don't know what the hell that was doing, might me my mom put it when i was fast asleep) and other a portrait of Krishna and Arjuna, the famous BHAGWADGITA war scene!

4. What is your current desktop picture?
a pic of my friends and me at a beach. a had a blast that day....

5. Do you believe in gay marriage?
well i find it really crazy but still India is a free country and everyone has his/her own freedom. so i think it's just fine.

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
i got a long list of things i desperately need but right now i need more than anything is my best friends! They are 1155 kms away from me! Aaah I miss you nikks, panda and ants!!! love u guys!

7. Last person who made you cry?
the last time i cried it was some 5-6 yrs ago when i was at school and i was leaving for hyderabad away from my home, my friends.

8. What is your favorite perfume/cologne?
Escape, Obsession, and many more....

9. What are you listening to?
My mom...... threatening me for the zillionth time to shut down my computer and read soemthing...yeah i got exam this sunday!!

10. Do you get scared of the dark?
i used to when i was a 10yrs old.... i always thought there was something under my bed and it's gonna suddenly come out and eat me!

11. Do you like pain killers?
is this a question!!! duh!!

12. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
i am not shy but tired of asking every single girl i meet!

13. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
hell lot of them...
panipuri, ice creams, french fries, cakes, kabas, everything!!!
but if i have to choose only one...
then it will be, chocolate chip cookies!! i just love them!

14. Who was the last person who made you mad?
rahul!! he hit me yesterday night on my leg and it's still paining. Rahul i am gonn akill you soon!

15. Who was the last person who made you smile?
I smile very often! But the last person was Jim Carry in "Ace Ventura: when nature calls!"

16. Is someone in love with you?
i don't know! she never told me!

time to pass on the tag....
i pass this tag to zahid deeps raul sammy manisha
and all those who have not done this tag!

MATTY's HELP CENTER!!

No no! Please don't think otherwise. I didn't open any help center.

Everyone wants a piece of me.
Dad wants me to go to the Bank! Stand in the queue for hours together and obviously you wont even find cute girls who would talk with you very sweetly in a State bank!

Mom wants me to get the groceries.
GOD!!!!!
Picking up stuff from supermarket, it really sucks!
All the middle aged housewives do that.

The sales girl gave me a wried look when i asked her fair and lovely . . . .
"Sir, we do have the Men's cream! Try those!"
Aaragh!!!@#$%

Even my bro doesn't spare me!
He wants me to go to some crap bank and pay his credit card bill.
Common! Is this justified!
ok. . . . .I used his credit card,
ok. . . . .He gave me 2000 bucks,
ok. . . . .Even he is paying for MY bills,
ok. . . . .He is pretty busy!
but. . . . .

Fine i will do it!!!!

And my friend(girl) calls me and says
"Matty! Go and find about the institutes regarding projects"

Now. . . i can't be the bad boy with a sweet little girl!

And just now my neighbor called me, he wants me to go and get a pc for his son!!!
aaaaaaah!!

Hummmm. . .

And still my mom and dad say I am good for nothing! I don't do anything, I am jobless. . . . .
blah blah and blah

And i again screwed up as usual, forgot my SNAP mock exam! Thanx to lady SRATS!!!
yeah i asked a girl to tell me when it is. . . and she. . . .

Tagged!!

Finally I have been tagged, by my dear friend zahid.
Thanx dude. . .

well here goes d tag!!

8 Facts about Matty. . .

1. Being Matty, the indolent, feckless, corpulent, wretched and the moronic, was pretty difficult on my part! But I am proud I lived to my expectations!
I guess that told a lot about me!!

2. I am a gourmet. But I can't make myself even an omelet properly!

3. I believe in the fact that, "Everything is fair in love, war and an EXAM!!" I have been successfully copying in exams and never been caught till now! And Rahul is my partner in crime.

4. I am a hypersomniac. (Hypersomnia is a disease in which the patient suffers from excessively sleeping). Given a chance i would sleep fpr 24hrs at a stretch!

5. I have this worst habit of talking to myself! And hence I encounter many strange, sheepish looks from people around me.

6. BFL(big fat liar). I lie to my parents, I lied in my job interviews, I lied to my ex and . . .a long list.

7. I even suffer from partial amnesia. Like I always forget the dates, the birthdays, and anniversaries. I am always doubtful "Did I brush today? Did I take my bath? Did I lock the door? . . . . and most importantly when I borrow money or books from my friends, it instantly gets erased from my pea-sized brain!!

8. I am a Big Movie Freak! I watch hell lot of movies, if I don't get to see them in the theater then I get the DVDs. Of course the pirated ones!!!!!

Phew!
Enough of truth and self-humiliation!!!

Now time for me to tag someone. . I tag ssnab and bizarrekid.

The Courier

DING DONG!!!!!!
I really really hate it when someone knocks at the door when i am fast asleep!
Common is 11 am a time to wake up. . . .that too in holidays!!!!!!!!!

I got up somehow and went upto the door! It was a courier guy.
Now who the hell had couriered me???

It was the Symbiosis Institute of management. I really don't know if i would get a seat into any of these B-Schools but i had applied to all of them, just in case my luck favors me!!!!!!

But really a heavy package! What the hell did he send me btw. . .

wait a min. . . . .
Oh gosh!!

I not only received my application form but also someone else's!!
Humm these courier guys. . . . they r soo careless!!!
And he was already gone.

let me see. . . .ummmm. . .
wait. . . i have the applicant's number on the form!!
The address read. . .

NEHA JAIN,
10-23/12, Malakpet,
Hyderabad.
Ph: 09985143143

Nice name!!
Common how could I not help her. . . I mean it's her application form and I am a responsible citizen. . . and a very good guy

I called her up. . .

SHE: "Hulo! Who is dis??"
ME: (mannnn. . .wahta a sweet voice. . . )
me regaining senses. . .
"Is this Neha?"
SHE: Yes I am. Who are you?
Me : well have you received your Symbiosis application? I am sure You have not, bcoz its with me!
SHE: HUh??? wat r u saying?? Who r u??
ME: I am mythreya. . .well you can call me matty!
SHE: HUH?? Well Myth.....or matty wateva.....could you be more clear. I am not at all able to understand you!!
ME: Actually the courier guy. . . .

and I told her d whole story. . . .and gave my address. . .
She thanked me and told me she would come today evening!!!!
what a sweet voice she had!!!!

I waited and waited. . . .
Hours seem to be years now. . .
suddenly the clock ticked so slowly. . .

the door bell rang again!!!!!

it must be her. . .

I opened the door!!

WOW!!!

You know a very interesting fact!!
Girls with the name NEHA are damn beautiful!!!

She was soo beautiful. . .
She wore a salwar, but still managed to look damn pretty!!!

I asked her to come in. Then told her the whole story all over again hw d courier guy had mistaken and blah blah. . .
Gave her application. . .

She asked me which colleges i was applying and everything abt me. . .
usual talk. . .

then. . .

SHE: I am really very thankful to you! You know you could also have jus neglected the courier and thrown it of. . . but you helped me. . .really really thanx. . .I don't know hw to thank you actually!!
ME: (I couldn't let go this beautiful chance and my master mind was already at work. . .)
Don't worry much NEHA. . . .well if you really wanna thank me then you can jus say it with a cup of coffee!!! Hope you drink coffee???
SHE: (she was a bit confused! she gave me what-d-hell look)
ME: common. . . Its just a cup of pure coffee. . .
SHE: Ok!! finee. . .

WOW!! I was already on a date!!!
yeah. . . a date with a beautiful girl whom i had just knew!!!
and my heart said. . . .
Life is indeed beautiful!!!!
U R TOO GOOD MATTY!!!

SUDDENLY. . . . .

DING DONG!!!!!!!

HUH? doorbell in a coffee shop???????????

I looked around. . . things looked a bit hazy. . . .
The application was lying beside me and on MY BED!!!!!!!

WTF!!!!!!!

I was dreaming!!!!!!!!!!!
aaaaarrrggghhhh!!!

woke up again. . . .
opened the door;
a man was standing . . .

he said" Hi Its NEHA. . . .

me, " WHATTTTT?? You r neha?????"

"No No! I am actually NEHA's Brother! dude could you get me d application fast! I am in a hurry."

I gave him the application and he left without even saying thank you!!!

told you. . . . .(sh)IT HAPPENS!!!
THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL LIFE!!!

Ex Troubles

Ever been in an awkward situation . . .
when u wanna run away. . . .
when u know life's gonna screw u. . .
and still u laugh that awkward smile. . .

well. . . .

i don't know if one can call it embarrassing. . .
but it was for me. . . . . . .




an awful start. . . as usual. . .

Mom woke me up saying. . .
"Beta wake up. . .You have school. . ."

"Mom for GOD sake. . . I am in college!!! And my exams r jus over yesterday!!!!"

anyway. . .she woke me up. . .

had a wedding to attend. . .
my classmate was getting married. . .

i used to love weddings! the colors, the ambiance, the freshness. . .
and . . . the girls of course!!!

weddings are a beauty contest!
though here the bride is the winner. . .
but others compete for the runner ups. . .
the make ups, the lipsticks, and. . .even saris . . .
well it's all about them and their beauty!!!

but i was in no mood to crash a girl. . .

and then. . . . . . . .



POOOJA!!!!!
WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE!!



aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. . . .

why does she have to come to the same wedding. . .
wait a min. . .she's not my classmate's freind neither her relative. . .
wateva. . .
GOD!!

ok fine. . . . .

no need to overact. . . I am fine with her. . . .
let me just ignore her. . . .
even if she talks with me i won't give her a damn. . .

(two hours latter. . . .)

what the hell is dat wretch doing. . .
why isn't she noticing me. . .
and. . who the fuck is dat asshole beside her. . . .

I try to pass beside her for the millionth time but she pretends as if she never knew me. . .

ok. . . .
enough is enough. . .i can't stand this anymore. . .

i went before her, though nervously. . .
"Hi Pooja! How are you!"

She gave me the who-d-hell-r-u-asshole look!!!!!

then very reluctantly she said a "Hi" and turned back!

attitude!!!! why r girls so full of crap!!!

wateva. . . .

she looked very beautiful. . .
like an angel. . . .
those eyes. . .
the lips. . .
i wanted to kiss her. . .

aaah. . .

I hate break ups and I hate Ex-GFs
why can't we still be friends after a break up. . .
why we still go on a date even if we had decided we don't love each other. . .
wats wrong in drinking a coffee together!!

naah. . . .
girls!!!!
she wont understand this. . . .
she hates me. . .

another try. . . .
she was there at the dining hall. . .
glad she was alone this time!

this time i smiled like a fool and . . . .

SHE : matty! why r u doing this? you know i am not gonna talk you. . .

ME: Look poo. . . aa. . . .Pooja!! I just wanted to ask how r u?
common u can't just ignore me. . .
we have known each other for 3 yrs nw. . .

SHE : So wat do u expect??????

ME: Nothing. Just pure friendship.

SHE : wateva. . . look. . . you better be going . . . my boy friend will be here any min. . .

ME : WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???????????

(i almost dropped my plate)

SHE : what. . .huhhhh. . .

(that jerk arrived. . .)

i was shocked!!!!!

she was already dating another guy and i was . . . . .
aaaaarrrrrrraaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!



after few mins. . .
i ask my friend what the hell is Pooja doing here. . .
i mean how is she related. . . .

My Friend (bride) : OOh! she is his(groom's) cousin. well there is she is with her another cousin.

Whhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SHIT!!!!!!!!!!

she lied to me. . .
that. . .witch. . .

i am gonna. . . .

shit man shit. . .

and i was smiling actually. . . .


pheeeeeew. . . .

the end of an eventful day!!!!



and btw. . .

all you guys and gals out there. . .
here's a piece of advice. . .

play it safe. . .and STOP AIDS. . .

Gand Mein Padgayi Danda

Finally finished with the crap exams. . . .

I hate myself for not blogging for days. . .

Screwed up all exams. . . .don't know if I will pass all. . .

CAT ne mara diya danda. . . .
this time i didn't screw any exam. . .
it screwed me hard!!

Gand Mein Padgayi Danda Yaroon. . . . .

and Mom and Dad are sure for the zillionth time that I am good for nothing. . .
and this time they r even sure that i have lost the last bit of sense in me. . . .

an MBA application form asked me why i was doing the crap MBA stuff. . . .

well . . .

it all started bcoz my ex wanted to do her MBA and she jus dragged me to those CAt classes. .
now she is gone and i am left with this wried thing. . .

even DAD WANTED!
he was shocked when i said i would do my MBA. . .
my parents were overjoyed that finally i had regained my senses. . .wateva. . .

But still. . .the girls in the college profiles look damn good. . .
maybe worth trying. . . .

and as friend once told me. .
"Do Your MBA If You Want a Beautiful Wife and a Luxury Car"

not bad. . . .

Exams over and no good movie is in the line up. . .

Saw Goal. . GOD!!
why do they make such kinda crap movies. . .
even i would have directed it better. . .

And someone PLZ tell SRK NOT TO EXPOSE AGAIN!!
HE LOOKS LIKE A GAY IN THAT DARD-E-DISCO. .

and still Om Shanti Om is a Hit. . .
Give me a break!!!

so same old story. . .

life is hell. . .
still single and dying. . .

and i gained 5 pounds this month. . .
what can get worse. . . .

but the silver lining. . . . .

Rahul forgot his 1000 bucks he lent me. . .
rahul u r great. . .thanx buddy. . .


now i jus hope he doesn't read this!!!!!

forbidden love

an angel without wings . . .
flew by my heart,
she won't kiss. . .
neither would love,
for love was forbidden,
it was a sin. . .
which i had committed. . .
and which she wanted to;

an angel without wings. . .
flew by my heart,
the world gave me pain. . .
but she made me love the pain,
she wouldn't let my heart stop. . .
she wouldn't let me die;

but this cruel world wouldn't let her. . .
wouldn't let me. . .
love my angel without wings,
for i was unaware that she wasn't made for love. . .
for no one told me god blessed her with endless pain. . .
and alas!
they won't even let me see her cry. . .
for i was the sinner . . .
and she was forbidden;

years later i saw her. . .
not a smile. . .
not a cry. . .
not even a word. . .
she lay silent. . .
six feet under. . .
in peace. . .

she was no more an angel without wings. . .
no more. . .

for you my love

jane-ja..o jan-e-man...
dilruba meri dilruba...
sun mujhe o bewafa..
na ja mujhe chod kar...
tu hi meri zingadi...
tu hi meri har khushi..tu hi mera jahan...
tu hi meraa pyaaaaar...

ooh baby ...ooh baby...
love you by the day..
love you by the night..
love you forever and ever...

meri jane-jana tu..mera dil..meri dilruba..
mujhe chod ke na jan tu...
na ja...o..na ja...
mere pass a....
mujhe aur na tadpa....
seh na sakunga mein...
na rehna sakunga mein..
tere bin na je sakunga mein...

come back to me ooooh baby...
come back to me....
you are the air i breathe..
you are the reason i live...
don't leave me babe...

tere bina na jiunga...
ter bina na marunga..
meri jane-ja....
meri jan-e-man..
tu hi meri meri zindgai..
tu hi meri khuda..
tu hi meriiiiiiii... jahan!!

i see beautiful days and i feel beautiful ways of loving you, every thing's midnight blue

my musings

another lonely day. . .

i am here at a restaurant all alone. . .
i feel like the dining dead. . .
just existing. . .
confused what to eat. . .
what to do. . .with my damn life

suddenly a boy and a girl in the front table catch my attention. . .
she is beautiful and he is handsome. . .
and they seem to be pretty happy. . .
the smiling, the blushing. . .

is love such a lovely thing. . .
can i fall in love. . .
can i also make a girl blush. . .
will i be the world to someone. . .someday at least. . .

why am i so scared to meet someone new. . .
why am i so scared to get a life. . .
why am i so scared to take my chances. . .
i know there are fair chances that i may fall on my face. . .
that my life would be miserable all over again. . .

but it's no good now. . .

suddenly i see a girl walking upto me. . .
she looks like an angel. . .
beautiful. . .
those sparkling eyes, the rosy lips. . .
should i talk to her. . .
no..maybe yes. .
maybe there exists love at first sight. . .
maybe. . .

a boy comes out of no where and holds her. . .
and she smiles. . .

aah. . .
stupid me. . .

time to go dude. . .
and i walk out of the door still hoping for something to happen. . .
better luck next time i guess!!!

Jab We Met

No no I am not going to start another love story here. . .

It's purely going to be a 'Movie Review'

CAST : Kareena & of course Shahid kapoor. . .

Aditya (Shahid) is broken. His father, a rich businessman is dead. His company is in huge losses. And his girl friend marries another guy (and i thought all the rich brats had all the girls!).
And our hero runs away from his life, from his problems.
He has no clue where to go and suddenly catches a running train.

There he meets Geet (kareena), the Ms.Chatterbox, who never keeps her mouth shut and who has this dream of running away from her home and getting married.

Geet misses her train because of Aditya and insists him to take her to her home.
But after reaching home they again run away (now plz don't ask me then why did they go home in the first place!) but hey it's not shahid kareena wants to marry, shahid is just her company because he has no other work, she actually runs away for her hubby Anshuman.

And as usual Anshuman rejects her(or else how is shahid going to get kareena in the end!!!)
And the remaining story how they finally marry each other and live happily ever after with their kids.

Kareena is preety sexy in the movie.
Songs are damn good. Some soothing music.
Good movie to watch with your girlfriend.
And if you are single you get to see kareena in the movie and some hot chicks in the interval(yeah believe me few girls are gonna love this flick).

Really got nothing to do??
Go to "JAB WE MET".

A Story

"How is the patient doctor?" Sai asked the doctor. . .
(Sai was a medical student in the hospital. . )

"Oh! He will be fine in few days. you seem to be very curious! Do you know him?"
"Yeah i know him very well. He is from my village."
"Oh! Then you must also know the old lady who keeps asking about him too. "

"An old lady! Where is she?"
"She is in the waiting hall . . . . but wouldn't tell us how is she related to him."

Suddenly like a storm Sai's mind rolled back into his past. . .
Something told him it was her. . .

He rushed to the waiting hall. . .

She was in her fifties but looked a lot older. . .
her face was wrinkled. . .
eyes holding back a great grief. . .
but like her tears had dried out. . .

but still Sai knew well it was her. . .

Tears trickled down Sai's eyes. . .
The doctor asked "What happened? why are you so sad looking at her?"

"Her name is Shantamma. She is the mother of the patient."


Ten years back . . . .

Madhav Shastri was the head priest of his small village. He was also the sarpanch.
Shantamma was his wife.

The whole village respected Shastri and Shantamma was no less than a goddess to the villagers.

Ramu was the son of satyamma. Satyamma had lost her husband long ago.
She maid for the Shatri's home.

Though Ramu was a son of a maid, but Shantamma loved him just as her son.
Ramu stayed mostly with the Shastri's eating and playing the kids. . .
Shantamma even sent him to school with her children.

Everything was fine till one day. . .

Ramu fell sick terribly. .
his body hot, shivering. . .
in the beginning everyone thought it was a mere fever. .
Shantamma the physician was called. .
he gave few potions mad from the herbs. .

"I have given the medicine but it may take a week or two. . . " said the physician.

A whole week passed but Ramu's health didn't improve. .
Ramu's uncle Ramesh suggested another physician to be called. .

Though Shantamma suggested to wait for a week but no one listened as they grew desperate. . .

Another physician from the nearby village was called . . .
He checked Ramu and said with gloomy face. . .

"The boy is suffering from dosh gunam"

Everyone was shocked. . .
They knew well what it meant. . .

"dosh gunam" was a popular belief of the villagers that if any woman sexually harassed a boy or forced him into sex with her then he would fall ill with this sickness. . .
They believed the only way to cure it was to bring the blood from the thighs of the women and put it on the boy's eyes. . .

Now the question was who did it?

Everyone knew Ramu was always with only two women. . .
His mother and . . . .

Shantamma. . .

Ramesh grew angry. . .

He along with few villagers thronged at Shastri's house. . .

Shastri believed in his wife's innocence and ordered them to leave immediately . . .

Four days passed Ramu's health become even worse. . .
Ramesh was desperate. . .

He again thronged towards Shastr's home. . .

This time he pleaded to save the boy's life. . .

Sashtri believed in his wife but then. . . .

He said. . .

"I will give my wife's blood. . .If it doesn't work i shall have your head cut off. . . "

Shantamma couldn't take this insult. . .
But was forced. . .

The blood was bought and put 9in the eyes of the boy. . .

The night was dreadful . . .
No one could sleep. . .

"What if it were true. . .what if Ramu really gets cured. . .no no!!
This is not possible!!!"
All sorts of thoughts crept Shastri's mind. . .

The doom's day arrived. . .

To everyone's astonishment. .

The boy was cured!!!!

Shantamma was thrown out of the village and she was branded as a bitch. . .

Shastri killed himself out of insult. . .


"So was Shantamma really guilty?" asked the doctor. . . who listened the whole story. . .

"No she was not. . ."

"How do you know it?"

"Because I am Ramu. My full name is Sai Ram.
And I know the truth. . . ."


PS : the story was inspired from an old Telugu movie called "GRAHANAM"

Give me a break!!!!!

I am suffering from hypersomnia....

and as usual.... my life is back to hell...

i didn't shave since two weeks..
forgot to take my bath yesterday...
but..luckily I remembered to brush my teeth today..

As I opened my door . .
the girl next door gave me the "who the hell let him out of the zoo" look..

poor girl...i did scare her...

no food in the house...damn it...
i am hungry but too lazy to change my pyjamas and get some food from the outside...
the house is soo untidy..

well this is what happens usually when my mom and dad leave me alone in the home...

no college.... some damn preparation holidays for some fucking semester exams...
but all i do is...rest my fat ass on the couch and watch the damn t.v.

and believe me even the t.v. runs some crap nowadays..
the news channels are busy with who-is-dating-whom stuff...
like i ever cared...
and as usual the ekta kapoor's damned sas-bahu serials are running their zillionth episode!!!

then i turn to my computer...
as usual...

yahoo says i have four new mails...

the first one a chain mail asking me to forward it or....i will face bad luck till the rest of my stupid life...
huh?
like i am having good luck now!!!!!!

the second one a damn add from the shadi.com asking me if i am interested!!
humm....sorry dude!!
I am just 20...can't marry...it's illegal!!!!

the third one from my friend forwarding me some so called hot wallpapers...
common...i am not a school kid to see porn stuff and hot wall papers on the net!!!!
huhhhhhh......

and finally the fourth one is from my communication systems lecturer asking me to submit my assignment or i shall be hanged by the end of the day!!!!
Ohhh god!

And rahul calls me and says.....

"you drunken bastard...
what the hell are you doing?
It's Wednesday you idiot!!!
You got the lab exam this afternoon...."

huh!!!!
what the hell......
I thought it was Tuesday....
Oh god....
Give me a break......

My greatest weakness

Damn!!

Can't I change??

I am fed up with my "fickle mindedness"!

I can't decide what to eat!
I can't decide what to wear!
What to say, what to do. . . . .

What do I want exactly! I don't know!!!

Yeah this is been there all my life. . .

Every time I take up a decision I always think. . ."Did I do the right thing? No I shouldn't have done it!"

Man! Believe me this sucks!

Why life is full of regrets always. . . .

I dream of becoming a manager one day. . .
Do my MBA. . .
But . . . now the damn question is am I capable?
Or do I have pretend and hide my weakness just as did it in my job interviews!!

whatever. . .

Random Thoughts!!!

The other day some one told me . . .

"The past is past. What you have is only your present and the future."

But. . .

Is it really the past that dies out. . .
No.
It's actually the present that readily dies and becomes a part of the past . . .

We live in the present. But what determines our present and our future?
The answer is simple. . .the past!
It is our deeds and actions in the past that determines the outcome in the present and the time to come. .

Then why do we run away from the past, why do we try to ignore it, why do we still hope of a brighter future when our body is still drenched with the sins of yesterday. . .

Well this is human nature. . .

We commit sins and then we pray for mercy. . .

But the question is. . .why do we suffer even if we are granted mercy. . .
Why do we have the consequences of the things we haven't done. . .

The GITA says a man has to suffer the consequences of the actions he has performed in his past lives in this life. . .

Isn't this insane. . .

We don't even know what we have done. . . we don't even know if we ever existed in some damn past life. . .
And people call it the karma. . .

If there existed someone called "GOD" then why are so many people dying. . .
Why are children hungry. . .
Why is there suffering. . .
All the prayers, are they really heard?

Is death the end?
If no, then whats after it. . .

Well. . .

All I can say is. . .
though we don't have perfect answers to these questions but there exists one damn thing. . .
called the "Belief"

Maybe . . .
everything is just as we thought it to be!

Maybe. . .
The present is momentary and the past eternal. . .

Maybe. . .
Someone really is out there watching our stupid lives . . .

Life or something like that!

I still remember the first day of my college....

I was dressed up as a joker; complete formals, no shoes, no stylish haircuts, "Just look like a loser" thats what my seniors said!
I was feeling a bit nervous, but also excited!
Then all of a sudden a very beautiful girl came unto me and said something.....
Well I can't remember what exactly she said but I was mesmerized by her beauty!
Man! She was soo hot!!
Well you can say it might be the effect of the two years of stay in a boys college but still she was awesome!

Everyday I would look for her! Hope that she would once again come and rag me!
But naah! Luck didn't favor me...
Though I saw her lot of times but still never had the guts to talk to her......

Three years have passed without a notice now!

Time seemed to be running......

And we still cuddling ourselves in our beds.....

Not willing to face the fact that soon everything will be over...

Yes! We are the final years!
Just few days now....

We know when we started our journey we thought it would be a joy ride; but now we knew it's not!
We had our share of ups and downs.......

The fresher's parties..... The first time discos...
The first time boozing sessions! The fags......
The biker boys.... The hangouts....
the girls.....err!....... Sorry not the girls though!!!!!
Yeah I am still unlucky!!

And not to forget the night outs!!
Well how I could just wish we were not measured by our marks....
Because.....we just studied one damn night and still passed (most of the times)......

How suddenly on the day of the exams we all remembered the almighty.....
Begging him for more...

The first time I failed ...It was hard to take.....
I was broke completely; thought everything was over.....
but then how I forgot everything over a peg of vodka!!
Then I became kinda used to it!!

All of a sudden the final year arrived....

Suddenly for the first time in years we all passed all the subjects.....
"No backlogs; All cleared" read my mark sheet!

The placement season arrived....
Suddenly we all thought of giving a meaning to our lives...
Few of us got placed few of us still waiting anxiously for the next company....
Few trying to fly off to the US....
And others going to rule the world as MBA's
The time had come to realize our dreams..... to draw a meaning out of our stupid lives...

Well as I scibble down this post... I know well ....
Maybe it's going to be over soon...
All the bunking, the movies, the hangouts, those parties....
suddenly all seemed to be fading away.....like the sunset...

Suddenly few days from now, I will get up from my bed and think of getting dressed to college...then suddenly I shall realize....
It's over.....

No more lazy days.....
No more late night parties.....
No more stupid gossips...
Well.....I am gonna certainly miss all these days....

Well but.... Let me sign off and enjoy the last few moments...
Just hoping that these days be longer....

As someone rightly said..
"Every good thing has to end! But memories will remain.....memories will remain!!!"

Confessions of an internet addict!!

I just discovered that the sweet little girl I have been chatting on the net for hours together exists right in my neighborhood!!!

The other day. . .
we had a formal get together in the apartments on the occasion of ganesh chaturthi . . . and I was out in my dark room. . .
doing all the normal stuff - orkut, yahoo, blogger. . .

Well even now my mom is screaming as i scribble down this post!
Its not that she has any problems with me hanging around in this virtual world but. . .
it's just she feels a little insecure that her son is drifting away. . . from her. . .from himself!

Yeah even I am one of the guys who has caught up with this addiction!

Hours together on the net. . . like one has dedicated one's self wholly to this demon called "internet".

We long for these so called "online friends" but seldom think about our real friends!

Even people who know each other for real talk on the internet as if they were long last friends or have known each other for years now!
But when it comes to one on one . . . in the real life. . . .seldom even eyes are met and rarely smiles exchanged!
But why?

The possible answer is maybe we are not what we pose in the virtual world to be! And to hide this very fact we don't respond ourselves to our social instincts!

And there are still many more reasons too. . . .

My female counterparts have a very interesting answer!

One girl once told me she couldn't talk to me before others because she felt I was not like her in the real life!
She was this homely, studious, daddy's girl and I was a punk, getting wasted all the time!!
Wooooh!

But in the virtual world well. . . .
I can alter my image. . .
Play any role. . .
Be anyone I want. . .

Now the bottom line is . . . by doing all this. . .am I losing my original self?
Am I trying to pretend something. . . .
Have I lost my originality?
Is my virtual self overtaking the "real me"?

Well questions do ponder sometimes but are readily dismissed by the instinctive response of the "other part of me" telling my entity . . . .

"what the fuck! Just chill and enjoy your damn life. Don't stress your little brain!"

SIDE EFFECTS!!

Believe me the worst thing that can ever happen to you in a relationship is THE BREAK UP!

Well I don't really know how women take it but. . . .

For men like me. . . .it's the worst. . .

I mean you really don't have a break up actually. . . .its not like. . "Forgetting and moving on".
No! It never is. . . .

I never forgot Pooja. . . never can I?

And Life is very cruel. . . it plays these stupid games on you. . .

Those beautiful eyes. . . . her graceful smile. . . .every single thing about . . came back to me. . .
She had become an addiction. . . . .
all those memories. . . all those beautiful days we spent together . . all those dreams we saw together. . . .
Naah! Can't just be broken. . ..
Hearts are not made of glass to be broken neither are just flesh and blood but much more. . . .
They say time heals all the wounds . . . .not these . . . not these I say!!!

Imagine how it would have been if even our lives would have buttons like REWIND and ERASE.

I want to go back. . . relive my past. . .

I miss you Pooja!!
Miss you. . . . .

Damn!!! I hate this. . . .

Four girls call me and ask me an explanation about my blog!!!! (my last post). . . .
Another almost kills me!
And the worse. . . . .
a girl stops completely talking with me. . . bcoz she feels i am flirting with her . . . .
What has happened to all of them. . . why don't they understand. . . . .
GOD!
why are these girls so skeptic. . . .
ok I am an as**ole to blow up my ass in the internet!!!!

Well all I can just say is all the GIRLS who hate me. . . .
its completely ur choice . . . But believe me . . . I AM NOT CRASHING ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!

This is all I what i got to say. . . . . .

I was having a good time. . . .but no!!
Mr.FATE won't rest until he see me all screwed up. . again hating life. . . again hating myself. . .
Damn! Why do all the wrong things happen to me always!!!!!

Platonic SS

Well business as usual "Life is Hell." Just discovering the new reasons!

You know the bitter truth - "Man always finds his reason to cry." If suddenly one fine day your life seems to be beautiful; everything is just fine. . . then you stop and wonder -

Damn! Something is terrible and I am not even able to sense it!

Well if thats the case with an average human, then just imagine about a natural born "Skeptic" like me!

Ok! Enough of crap.

Sleeping for 12 damn hours and still suffering from insomnia. Eating too much because I am depressed and depressed because I am eating too much. Growing waistline. Not a damn penny in the pocket. No real girlfriend. My grades all are fucked up. I am just pissed off!

The worse just arrived. . . .

I don't understand girls! Let me tell you this small story of a girl. Her name is SS. She is adorable; well at least she had some sense her. The first time I met her I thought "God! Poor child! Doesn't she have food to eat?" Oh she is fine now! Guess she heard me and started eating!

Today she's like an addiction to me. I can't sleep without talking to her! I laugh to all her stupid jokes, and still don't understand why they are so funny! Everyday I try my hard to keep her hanging around with me.

We talk hours together daily . . . . in the virtual world!

Oh ya! She's my online-friend!
Though we are from the same college. We hardly talk in the real world.
Is it necessary to go and hit on a girl, if I find her interesting??
Well this is the question that has been bothering me for quite sometime.

No! I am not in love. After what happened I am a bit reluctant to fall in love. But certainly I had to move on. And maybe this is just a distraction to help me makeover. Then what is this thing?

Hummm. So I have another crush now! Great!

Rahul wrote me down a SIX step planner to date a girl!

STEP 1 : Get closer. Talk. Know the target. . .umm sorry . . . girl first.
STEP 2: Getting Still closer. Becoming her good friend.
STEP 3: Now this was interesting. . . . "Flirting". No Direct indications though. Just stay cool.
STEP 4: Going around with her. Flirting all the time. Indications. Make her feel you care for her. Show her some love man!
STEP 5: Now here's the trick. Don't show up to her for two to three days. No phone calls. Nothing. Just disappear. And then after those damn two days. . .PROPOSE HER.
STEP 6: By now she should have said yes. In case she turns you down then just apply the golden rule. . . .

"Never run behind a train, a bus . . . . .and a girl! Because if one goes another will come".

Well . . now that was really cool. . but. . . .
Can I do it???

Humm let me see. . . .Well right now i got to go as my messenger is blinking and I got her on the line. See you later folks!!

One day in Hyderabad

Let it put it straight to you that I am not the kinda optimist who wakes early in the morning even though his wife ran away with his neighbor last night, and says "it's going to be my day".
Though skeptic at times but today was different. . .
It was my brother's birthday. Ya i remembered it this time.
Except that everything was normal. A lazy Saturday when I usually hang out with my friends in the weekend. Hyderabad is a happening city. Lots of places to hang around. The central shopping mall, the multiplex, the tank bund, lumbini park and lot more. .
But if you are looking for some eatery then you got the usual hyderabadi biryani hotels and if you wanna bite some chat its gonna be GOKUL chat.
Yup GOKUL chat was near and fitted our pockets too.
Saturday evenings you find the roads full the malls full, people enjoying their weekend, few shopping few romancing few just sight seeing and window shopping.

But our manuji was pretty busy in the Saturdays. Oh I am sorry. Manuji as we all call him was the care taker of our very favorite GOKUL CHAT. We had evolved from the usual customer and shopkeeper relation to a friendship level. We loved the place so much that no week went by without visiting our GOKUL.
Things change in a day. Yes I have always believed in that.
Today was a special day for some and the doomsday for the others.
It was 6 pm. I was waiting at GOKUL for my brother he said he would meet me there.
He was late as unusually. Generally i was the one.
It was 6:30. I was about to leave but just then he called and said he was on the way. It will take time. I killed the time by browsing some book stalls. Looking at the girls. And to my luck my friend Rahul just dropped in. So now I had company.
7 pm: My brother shows up. We go to inside GOKUL. About a fifty people rush in to get the bite.
7:10 pm: Sukhi the kulfi guy in GOKUL, shouts to everyone, someone left a bag near his counter. No one responds. But then a guy turns out and says its his. He says he kept it there
as he cant eat holding it along. Sukhi doesn't oppose. He gets back to work.
7:25 pm: we eat kulfi. I asked sukhi "kya sukhi kahin jane ka program hai?" "Itna bada bag?"
he replies "Arey mein kidhar jaunga saabh. Ab lagta hai yehin par jiyunga yehin marunga. Bag to customer ka hai"
7:35 pm: We are almost done with our kulfi. We notice a group os sexy girls arrive. We stay a bit longer.
7:40 pm: We move on thinking thats enough for our belly and eyes.
7:41 pm: Bro gets a call. He stops to talk. We wait along.
7:44 pm: We step out finally from GOKUL.

7:45 pm: Never knew that hell would be like this. Never knew . . . . thats doomsday was so close.
BOOOOM!! A blast!
GOKUL ON FIRE!!
WE COULD SEE NOTHING. ONLY RED FLAMES PEOPLE SCREAMING. BLOOD EVERYWHERE. WE COULD NOT MOVE. WE DIDN'T EVEN UNDERSTOOD WHAT WAS HAPPENING. SUDDENLY LIKE A VOLCANO, LIKE A FIRE BALL, AND THEN ONLY ASHES ONLY BLOOD THERE WERE BODIES EVERYWHERE.NONE OF THEM MOVING. NONE OF THEM ALIVE. . .
NO time to think. I dialed the 108 emergency. And called up the fire engine and the ambulence.
But no time.
We stop the city bus. Carry the bodies to the hospital nearby. THEY WERE DEAD OR ALIVE WE COULDN'T SAY. NONE OF THEM MOVED.
Like life stopped. Like they forgot to breathe.
IT was so mess. Manuji was dead. his body was not there it was blown up. The body parts shattered all over the places. I could have fainted at that sight. But i didnt.
Some force something still kept me alive. I had to move fast rescue the living people. An inner force gave me the strength.
7:55 We moved the bodies to the hospital.
the emergency wards so many people. Many dead many battling their last breathe.
The sight was horrible. First time i felt the value of human life.
First time i felt how precious our lives are.
8:00 pm: the police takes over from here.
we clear from the scene.
my clothes all drenched in blood. I don't know if it's a Hindu's blood or a Muslim's blood. I don't know if the man dying before my eyes was a Hindu or a Muslim. I didn't knew if the man i rescued was a Muslim or a Hindu.
Nether did the bomb knew.

8:45: I breathe for the first time in one whole hour. Tears don't come out of my eyes. Even they fear to come into this wicked world. Our faces turn blank. We call up our parents to say we are alive. Just alive.
On;ly we knew we could have been dead an hour ago, or maybe fighting death.
Does god existed. He did for my mom who thinks he was the one who saved me.
then why didn't he save others?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
24 people died in the GOKUL CHAT blast. Many more are still fighting for their lives.
A mom lost her only son, who was her only hope to life.
A complete family was killed. Two kids and the wife and husband.
Five students who had come to visit the city died. Their joy tour became their worst nightmare.
But still life didn't take a stand still. . . .
IT MOVES ON. . . .
WE MOVE ON. . .. .
THINKING EVEN OUR CONTRY HAS BECOME HELL AND THE GOVT A WASTE.
LIFE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. . . .

The end part2

It was Saturday. We met on a date. Well its kinda the last dates you have before your breakup. Suddenly the food tastes terrible, you have nothing to talk like you just came to shave your pocket for some crap pizza. Life is like this only. Even the beautiful girls around you don't lighten up. They are all the same. Bitches. Walking into and out of your life just in a second.
She looked beautiful though. In her usual attire. No man could remove his eyes from her. But today i couldn't eve look at her. But, then my eyes fell on her slender neck. I anted to kiss her. But couldn't.
When you want to kiss your girlfriend and you don't the its the time when you realize its the time to call it off. Every thing's going to be over soon. End of story.
All I wanted to say to her was ok fine. Go away but not that idiot. Atleast I am better than him!!!
Yup you got it right. I am talking abt vishal.
He was scoring sixes and i was out for a duck.
The Sunday's were really boring. Doing nothing. Boring Boring Boring...
Then suddenly my phone rang...
It was pooja.
"Hey. If you are free then could you make it my home. We have a small party."
I should have said no.. but...
"Hey Youngman! Its good to see you here. So. How is it going?"
Thats was Pooja's dad... and he was not talking with me...
It was that bastard. He had done every possible thing to kill me.
Well I should had expected this. Pooja's dad hated me always. Well why not. He was a rich businessman and I was just a mediocre guy with no millions in the bank nor a great family background.
I was simple. At the beginning when I asked why she loved me she used to say she liked my down to earth attitude, she like my contentedness. And now... well all I get to hear these days is I am not ambitious, I don't have high aims and how she hated my simpleton attitude.
Wow. Now what can one say!!
I hated this party. But fine I had the drinks. She would kill me if I got drunk. But who cares anyway I am dead already. We had everything, breezers for the kids, wishky for the drunken , and vodka... yup this was for me!!
Oh! gosh! what happened....
I don't remeber a thing. Wait... oh boy was I so drunk...
I woke up in a strange place. Was I dreaming?
What the hell!!! I was in Vishal's room.
"Hey dude? How are you feeling? You screwed up man!!"
"What... "
Well in life you sometimes wish if you could just run away from evrything if you could hide become invisible. This was my moment.
I was drunk and I made a mess out of the party behaving like a Sharabi... slapping people around behaving like astret dog.. yes the kinda of drunken morons you see in typical hindi movies.
This was the end of the end. And this bastard acted the hero by bringing me to his place.
He was the hero. And the loser.
Certainly this was not going to be a happy ending!!!

The begining of the end!!

I didn’t know if I was suffering from any disease or if I was really dying. My doctor said all I need was some good sleep. I couldn’t sleep. My eyes forgot to close, but my heart was still beating slowly. In insomnia you are don’t sleep and you are neither awake. My food didn’t taste good, my life was at its worst. Pooja left me ….finally….. maybe forever.
It was Thursday I guess or maybe Friday I don’t remember exactly, I woke up late, didn’t go to college as usual. I saw burnt scraps of papers and empty vodka bottles all over my room: ashes of letters and photographs which she returned eventually. It took me a minute to realize that I had been drinking. I had promised her I would never ever drink again but few promises are meant to be broken few relationships are destined to be broken. She promised me she would never leave me, but. . . .
Wait…. Roll back … Exactly Three Months ago….
Yes this was when I first met that bastard Vishal. I don’t know why when Pooja introduced him to me I hated him at the very first time. Call it envy or whatever but I couldn’t stand him for some unknown reasons. Pooja didn’t tell him we were more than friends, why? I wanted to ask her but didn’t.
Ok you can call me possessive or sensitive or whatever but I am a normal man with not a big heart. Sorry I am what I am!
A week later….
Pooja didn’t call me the whole day. She never did that. I tried to call her but her phone was off. Then suddenly a message appeared that she was out with her cousin busy shopping and her battery was dead. She asked me not to call back. Nothing else to do I called up Vijay and decided to kill my time by watching a movie if not at least sleep in the hall. Even I had to do some shopping tomorrow was Pooja’s b’day. I had to buy her a gift. Girls how specific they were about these stuffs: Gifts roses chocolates and what not.
Vijay called “dude! where are you?” “I saw Pooja with someone….”.
I replied, “Ya man. She is with her cousin” “Oh! So he is her brother?”
“What!! Ya think so. She didn’t tell me< actually her battery…..”
It was 11:58 pm. I had put an alarm to wish Pooja at midnight. Of course I had to be the one who was supposed to wish her first. Those two mins were really hell. Never knew two mins could be so looong.
I called her. It was busy. What!! Who could call her before me? Was I late? No. It was exactly 12. Man I dialed again. Same busy. What the hell I thought.
Fifteen mins past twelve I kept my calm though I tried a zillion times already. I hated it. Someone else was wishing my girlfriend before me.
I didn’t cal anymore I slept. Then my phone rang. It was her.
“Sorry Sorry plz …”
“ Ok ok happy b’day…. Who was it?”
“Oh it was Vishal. I didn’t know he remembered my b’day. “
“Good for you. Ok goodnight happy b’day once again. I am feeling sleepy. I better go. Bye.”
“Wait! That’s it…”
“Ya well… will see you tomorrow. Bye”
I hung up. I couldn’t sleep. I hated him more. And I loved her less.
The afternoon I met Pooja, we were supposed to meet for lunch. I was finally alone with her.
Then . . . .
I heard a familiar voice. I looked up. It was him, Vishal. Smiling.
“Hey guys, never thought you would be here!” “So. . . .”
“Why don’t you join us” Pooja said.
He was invading my life now. I hated him. I thought maybe the law will not hang me after listening to my story, if I killed him right away, maybe I will have to live the rest of my life in jail, maybe….. I raised my fork but…
A week passed by. Now we started fighting even on little things. We were behaving once again like teenagers. Immature, silly but still …..
By the end of the month we no longer kissed each other goodbye and goodnights. The romance was clearly out of track.
It seemed as if we were bored of each other’s company. She no longer blushed neither did I drop my jaws on looking at her.
“And they lived happily ever after…” ending seemed to be fainting in my love life.
But nevertheless her thoughts dwindled in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Pride and prejudice. Yup it became my story now.
One long dry month ended.

The Rebirth

I always believed that things would change in a day. That sorrows were mere clouds and not the everlasting sky. That joy was the ever shining sun; sometimes playfully hiding behind the clouds of “sorrow”. Dejected, defeated and hopelessly I had almost started believing that my dreams were shattered; would never again be fixed together. I was almost lost in the mirage of grief. I had two backlogs and not even a great aggregate; I felt them as a permanent stain not only on my mark sheet but on my life. Everyone, almost everyone looked down upon me. I was a mice in the rat race. I colud do nothing but pray.
Never knew prayers really worked. Never knew miracles do happen. Never knew God saw even an ugly mortal like me. My results were out four days before my first interview. “All clear”. Never ever heard those words in my heart for years now. After three tiring semesters I did not see an “F” in my mark sheet. Mercy was in fact sweet. I gathered myself. I had four days left. I did not even touch my books thinking I was not eligible. Now I wanted to read but I could not. All day I ate and tried to sleep; sometimes I ran through the pages. My heart sank a little. Then the D-Day arrived.
Never ever I my life I wore formal clothes. I woke up at four, shaved early in the morning, got my self dressed. I reached my college at eight. Never ever I stepped my college before eleven. All my peers greeted me. We were dressed alike but still managing to smile. Right then our first company arrived. After a long presentation about their company, then we were called for the written exam. After battling for one never ending hour with those questions we made an exit from the hall. Now the butterflies in our stomach started to spread their wings. But still we tried to flaunt that we were normal. But inside we all knew what was going on.
The results were announced, my heart started beating, my legs started shivering, and someone called my name. But did I hear it, was it my name, am I in? All sort of questions shaped up my mind. Then like suddenly waking up from a sound sleep I woke up in the battle field. I was called instantly for the interview. The interviewer called me in. There are moments in life when you wish you had the Mr.India invisible gadget; when you want to run away from everything and hide under you bed. This was mine. I don’t really remember when the shaking and shivering of my body parts started without my knowledge. The interviewer smiled and offered me a glass of water. Then he asked me to tell me about myself. I couldn’t even remember my college name. Then I took a deep breath and went on with the interview. Questions hit me like a missile. I never even heard the things he asked or was I deaf remained an unsolved mystery. After an half an hour I was asked to leave. “Best of luck for your future.” That’s what the interviewer told me with a sigh. Now I really couldn’t decode that expression. Was he impressed; will he select me? Man! That really killed me.
It took five long hours for the whole interview process to complete. Five hundred appeared for the interview. Two hundred and fifty passed the written. Now how many will make it to the hall of fame, was what we eagerly awaited. It was ten thirty and then the HR team arrived with the list of the lucky persons, the blessed ones. The whole list was read out. I didn’t find my name in the long list of hundred and six. My ears refused to believe; my heart still sounded hopeful maybe there are more, maybe. But all hopes sunk. Life this was the end. My first interview was a disaster. I had once again lost in my career, in my life. I was really a mice. Every other guy was celebrating, calling his parents making them proud and I had disappointed all those hopeful faces who believed I would make it. I reached home. Before my parents could ask anything, my silence said it all. I could not sleep.
After a dull week, I woke up to my next interview. But hope died a brutal death. No more smiles no more prayers. I walked into the college. We all looked at each other and tried to bring in back the spirit. But we failed very badly. The written was once again a googly. Again kept me in mystery weather I would make it or not. But then God only knows what happened I made it again for the interview. Again I was called instantly. But this time there was an extra round the real hell – ‘the technical interview’. I had no idea about the technical part. I was the worst. I had made up my mind to return home straight after the interview thinking anyway I would screw it. The interviewer, this time a much younger a seemingly friendly gentleman, called me in. He was slowly trying to bisect me. Bring out everything I had in my small and insignificant so called brain. After a long hour of questionnaire, he smiled a devil’s smile and finally handed me the HR form. I was shocked I had cleared the most difficult part. But now there was still a bouncer left. I went in. This time it was a very beautiful lady. Well her beauty distracted me a bit though but did put me at ease. The HR interview was the real trap. It looked like cake walk from the outside but inside it was all waist-deep waters. Somehow managing to kill the time and trying to hide my butterflies, I completed my interview.
The most amazing thing about my life is the hope never died out in me. Somewhere in my body it still existed. I was not confident though. But still something told me I might make it. The results were announced after all the interviews were over. My heart sank again. I kept my fingers crossed. “Rahul, Vijay, Ajay, Raja…..” where is my name; I wondered. Then there it was though for a micro second but I felt someone called me out. I couldn’t believe I was in a dilemma. My friends screamed they hugged me. We all had made it. Now I started believing. I took a deep breath. Thanked the almighty. Tears ran down eyes. Never knew success was so sweet. I called up my parents. They were overwhelmed. I made them proud. My life started to bear a meaning. This mice had won. This backbencher had made it. Clouds do have a silver lining.

my angel

miss u by the day..
miss u by the night..
if there was anything between a day and a night then i will miss u even then!!!
i dont know what if it is love which runs in my viens instead of blood....
i dont know what it is which i breath instead of air...
call it love or something else...
oh what do u i know when my soul is filled up with something which cries out only one name... YOU AND YOU
these r not words oh my dasmel... these are the scraps of my heart not written in blood though but still are as divine as life could be.... i wish i could open my heart and keep it before you my love but my mortalness stops me......
oh! Beautiful lady please stop.. let the time to freeze for i cannot chose but stare upon you to your enchanting smile.. till the end of the world!!!
i lay behold in my dreams.. not single .. not alone.... but with the love of my life.... and i say to god.. take me if you want.. for i shall not grieve .. for my dreams have come true.. and i shall not grieve ...

THE JINXED AND THE HOODOOS

Oh! Please don't put away my words as mere superstitiousness and sheer pessimism, when I say I am 'Paraskavedekatriaphobic' - suffering from the fear of Friday the thirteenth. And mind you there are theories and facts which prove that this day is indeed the unluckiest day of the year. Oh! don't worry I won't go into any of the details now. This is all about how Mr.Fate blew the hell out of me and how I managed to get off with the longest day of my life. My day kicked of at four in the morning when my mom splashed literary a bucket of cold water on me when six alarms failed to do what she could do. After the early jitters I somehow managed to drag myself out of my bed to attend my CAT class in the wee hours. Well I joined the coaching for CAT only because of my girlfriend. So please don't think I am kind of a geek waking at the wee hours, screaming only one mantra "IIMs". Naaah! Thats certainly not me! To my adversity my bike was puncher ed.So there was I in the roads, and to my luck there was also a bus strike. I stood there begging for lifts sometimes and running around overcrowded autos. Early in the morning these autos still reminded me that my country was indeed over populated. Somehow I finally made it to the class but only to find out the class was completly empty. Not even a microorganism; forget about humans. None of my classmates had showed up that day for some mysterious reasons and so there was a no class. Even Pooja (my girlfriend) didn't show up.
After a hell of a start, i tried to be optimistic by saying to myself "Ok. Sometimes things happen. Don't worry. You still have the whole day". Now I wish i had not said those words. There are times I laughed at people who slipped and fell on the roads; I never knew I was going to be one among them. And finally I tripped on a banana skin and successfully did a la charlie chaplin on the road. With a bruised ankle and a sprain i moved on into the later part of my day; waiting eagerly for the miseries to come. They say crazy things happen to you when you are really screwed up. Now it started raining in a sunny April morning
and I was wet with water and thanks to the humble soul of an auto driver; I bathed in mud. Right at that moment my cellphone rang. "You psycho! How can you be so selfish. Why didn't you wake me up? I didn't make it to the class only and only because of you." Now as you might have guessed that was pooja. I really don't know how many of you do the job of an alarm clock to their girlfriends but I certainly did at times. Now if you were a self respecting man what in the world would you do. I hung up my phone. Then I suddenly realized that "oh! my god now i have real troubles." I called her for a zillion times but she wont talk. They is silence is eternity in a relationship. Had I known that I would have avoided a great deal of troubles. Somehow after hours of persuasion and pleadings finally my highness bestows mercy upon me. And she asks for a date to make up for the loss. Though I didn't even had a penny in my pocket but could I make a choice; sorry certainly not. Back home my mom bowled me over. I was supposed to accompany her to the vegetable market. And she didn't listen to anything I said. Now i had to call up pooja again and say her sorry thousand times, like repeat the whole melodrama all over again. After doing so suddenly my mom announces that we were not shopping vegetables but going for a movie with her friend and her daughter. I wanted to strictly say no but after looking at my mom's friend's daughter, no man would say 'No'. She was so beautiful that suddenly I forgot everything; my troubles, my girlfriend ( oh! believe me only for the time being). But Mr.Fate won't leave me just like that. Oh! he was determined to kill me. I don't know how in the hell such crazy things happen. I was spotted by my very own girlfriend, licking ice cream, having a blast with another girl and mind you a beautiful girl. Oh! My god. Now this was much more that troubles.Women had indeed complicated the situation.
"I should have known. You don't answer my phones. You don't want to go out with me. You don't want to see my face." these were the words pooja screamed upon my face. How much I tried to explain but she was like not even ready to listen. And then she suddenly threw the phone I gifted on her birthday saying "I don't need your damn phone when you don't even want to answer me.And neither you." Now this was the limit. I couldn't bear it anymore. Even i stood up and took the flip modeled moto razor (her phone) and broke it into two. Well actually I didn't intend to but it was there right in front of me in two pieces. There are situations in life when you wish you could be invisible like Mr.India; run from the situation; run from your troubles; and I was looking for the Mr.India gadget. But things had not ended yet. She had to had her revenge and there she was with my dear mobile this time in the mortar below the pestle. Crush and crush and crush. I could see it break into pieces and I couldn't do anything but stand and stare. My heart sank.
"Two hours later I lay on my bed when my best friend calls me. Suddenly I realized that it was his birthday and I didn't even wish him. And eventually I skipped his party. The Vodka party. Damn I never miss them but neither could I go anywhere after what happened. To add to my miseries the power went off on a sumer night keeping me awake till four in the morning. So that was the longest day of my life.

the wake up call

Three years into my engineering now i wish how it would have been if life had a rewind button jus like my dvd player. how i wish to change everything, rewrite my fate but god won't allow that, not even to his favorite child. u don't screw up ur life in one day, trust me it takes time, like the slow poison killing u slowly. and the worst thing is sometimes u never know what u r up to.
how i felt few yrs ago that i had grown wings, i was a free bird. how happy i was that now there were no one to question me i could do anything i wanted to. how i would announce it to everyone that i was an adult now and how i looked down upon everyone who used to advice me.
Now three yrs later things haven't changed, i am still screwed up, i broke up with people, many think i am arrogant, a complete loser.
How i wish i could scream to them that i am not like that!
But the wake up call was a complete shocker. suddenly i realized that i had stretched the things too far, i had lied to my parents about everything, now it was too late.
The placements were coming and i wasn't eligible, only because i had a backlog.
i know this is not the end of my life but it could have been a better start.
I always think i won't regret anything in my life but i just couldn't. i jus couldn't don a smile at my misery. i couldn't laugh at my stupid life.

I could just wait, for the silver lining, for the things to change at least now.
And HOPE is all that i have!!