dReAm dAtE!!!

Waking up early in the morning and getting ready is not some thing which I always love to do, Specially when you are dreaming of beautiful girls and stuff, the option of waking up is just not there...One lucky night I had one of those dreams. Courtesy to that dream, my daily routine of getting up just got extended by 2 hours without my knowledge. I was feeling so fresh after getting up. But that feeling of freshness soon got converted into feeling of urgency when I looked at the clock. It was around 10.30. I realized I had already missed the morning meeting. I called up boss in fear and told him I had fever. Unexpectedly he told me to take care of myself and advised to stay back. Though it was a good option but I had to go to the office for some mails and all. I got ready in an hour and was locking the main door. It was then when my eyes caught something unbelievable. Two children, boy and a girl not more than 10, the girl standing with her back against the wall and the guy covering her. From where I was looking, I could see the guy’s back. I was wondering at 12 o' clock in the afternoon, with black clouds covering the sky and no one around, what on earth were they up to. Looking at their age I tried to perceive something normal . But soon I realized that seeing the dark black clouds trying to mingle with the sky, the guy must have been motivated. I had witnessed one of the craziest things one could ever imagine. MAN!! The show was on....They were soooo passionate.... Even the air could not have passed through them....The two little champions....I was like - Do they need to grow up?...HELL NO!! They are the born "grown ups"...As I finished locking the door the girl’s eyes caught me. I tried ignoring somehow but the damage was done. The guy ran away. The girl slowly moved in another direction as if nothing happened. Both must have been cursing me specially the boy. His dream date was over and I was the one to blame for. I never saw them thereafter and after witnessing their premature guts I do not deny the probability of both being running away from home since then . It was time for me to walk to my office. On the way I was trying my best to ignore GOD who seemed to be laughing at me for some unknown reasons…....

tHeRe iS nO pOiNt!!!

The sleep in my eyes has gone somewhere far away…and now when I find the muzzzzic so melodious…
they say there is no point…............

The smile on my face was never so real…and now when my pain has taken care of itself… they say there is no point…….........

I walk and sing in the rain instead of just getting wet…and now when every little drop sings with me… they say there is no point….............

After a long time I found myself…and now when I am loving every moment of my life…. they say there is no point…............

aLwAyZz bE wItH mE!!!

The following piece of writing is dedicated to the person whom i love the most in this world...

"Fighting for life and taking slow breaths... He held my hands as I came near his bed…

His eyes were closed and tears were out... Feeling his body tremble, I was wondering what it was all about…

Doctor’s final verdict had put us in deep grief... But I was confident in my heart and I had the belief…

Looking at him I was praying for a miracle... God must have heard as just then it happened…

He opened his eyes and looked straight into mine... Thousands things he conveyed without speaking even a line…

He moved his hand gently on my face... Though in deep pain, he hid all the grimace…

I held his hand and gave one more try... But I had no control and I let myself cry…

That moment was difficult but later I was glad... Coz the person coming back into Life... was my Dad…

He wiped my tears and I wiped his... That day i realised ...what Life is..........."

tHoSe wErE sM gUd tImEs!!!

Staying in chandigarh was one of the best experiences I ever had in my life. Many wonderful memories come across my mind when I think of the time spent there…. Thought of that particular night still makes me laugh when some of us were staying in the rooms on terrace those days. Just a week before, two gorgeous beauties had shifted to our neighborhood. Their faces so unique and their smiles so attractive and MAN!! They were HOT!! The way they walked could have made anyone standstill. The cricketer Nitin, the peaceful happy, the chiller sumit, the funny puneet and few others including me, were there on that night. Nitin and I were talking to each other in one room. Sumit as usual making never ending notes by copying each and everything written in the book. Happy, just roaming around at the slowest pace as he always did, no matter what mood he would be in. Suddenly Puneet came shouting from nowhere with four other mates. We all came out in excitement. He had just seen light being switched on in the neighbors bathroom on the ground floor. Most of us got excited and eventually all of us went and stood near the wall and started staring down. We could barely see few rapid and interseting movements in the bathroom through the glass window. But that was more than enough to keep us there, unmoved and without any noise. I am sure no one even blinked. Suddenly Puneet broke the silence. “Hey I can’t see anything”. “Get your f*****g glasses idiot”. One of us responded in anger. He ran back into his room as fast as he could. I had never seen him running like that before. To his bad luck the tube light of his room was not working. He shouted few abuses from inside and said,” saleya sumit, I told you to get one bulb from outside”. Sumit retorted back with few deadly ones (unmentionable). Finally thanks to his mobile’s light he found out his glasses and came sprinting back in a flash where all of us were hooked like statues. “Hey it’s not clear yaar”, Puneet interrupted again. “Then go and jump into that bathroom you ass**** , just SHUT UP!! ”. One of us shouted back. Puneet kept silent thereafter. Five minutes had passed and the barely seen movements were exciting enough for us to feel the indescribable intense pleasure. It was one other mate’s turn then. He had uncontrolled pressure inside and wanted to piss badly. The option of leaving that place was not even considerable. So he chose the flowerpot kept in the corner there with flowers booming in it. Everyone turned their heads, gave him a dirty look for what he was doing and then turned back in a flash. I wonder whether those booming flowers ever boomed again. Although I was little scared and too busy seeing the barely seen movements, I guess some of us had probably reached THE ULTIMATE EXCITEMENT LEVEL…. It was then when the tragic thing happened. We saw the movements from the glass and it was clear that the bathroom door was going to be opened. To our weirdest of the surprises, an old man with no hairs came out of that bathroom with toothbrush in his mouth. I thought of those rapid movements and i heard myself saying," What the F**K " !!! All of us were stunned and embarrassed at the same time. Luckily the old man didn’t lookup. All of us turned 180 degree in a slow motion simultaneously and ran back towards our rooms and after a pause we all laughed at each other like idiots. Seeing Puneet, who was still looking at his glasses and not able to digest the scene, everyone burst out in laughter again. I remember we never slept that night and in between Puneet still went towards the wall and stood in disbelief. The whole night we kept talking and laughing. That laughter still echoes in my ears today. AHHH MAN!!! That was some good time…

nOw tatS cAlLeD jEaLoUsY!!!

Looking out of the window of Punjab Roadways bus moving just a little slower than Boeing 747, I could hardly keep my eyes open. A bike caught my attention as it was trying to cross the bus. A nice sweet young couple (happily unmarried) , both into each other in their dreams, made me feel a little more than jealous. At the same time I was happy seeing them enjoying their good times. Finally thanks to the power of his Pulsar 180 CC , the guy managed to cross the bus. I could understand the feeling of frustration the bus driver had as he could not press the race pad further since it was already on the verge of getting dismantled. The bike just disappeared but not before I saw the girl kissing the guy on the neck ( that’s love making for you ). I had missed seeing everything outside but not this. I threw my head back on the seat and tried ignoring the feeling of jealousy playing with my mind. Obviously all in vain. I was about to come out of it all, just then the bus stopped at the signal. I could not imagine my eyes seeing that outside the window. The same bike was down on the ground and under it was the guy trying to lift himself up.The guy was struggling and the girl was simply looking at him innocently. Though she was not speaking at all still I could hear her saying something like, “Hey I just kissed you. It’s not my fault at all jaan”. I broke into a boisterous laughter. I just could not control it. All the passengers who were once looking outside started staring at me. It was tough but the fear of getting beaten up by few fat aunties sitting in front of me helped in controlling my laughter. Luckily the signal turned green, bus started and I managed to get out of attention. The couple was still there, guy looking worried for any scratches on his Pulsar 180 CC and the girl searching for her stuff on the road (soul mates). The rest of the journey was spent only in arguing with GOD that it was not me!!!!!

cUrReNt sItUaTiOn iN AuStRaLiA!!!

After the attacks on some indian students in Australia, everybody has started raising concerns over safety of indian students there. Having understood this obvious reaction, I personally feel that even though there are some issues related with the safety of indians in the current situation there but instead of looking at our own fault we are trying to overhype the whole issue. There is no doubt that on the cricket field we have seen some unsporty behaviour from some australian cricketers, But it does not mean that all the Australians are racists. For God sake look at people like Steve Waugh, Adam Gilchrist and even the likes of Brett lee. They have shown utmost respect for all the players they have played against.

The current problem there has been caused by few anti social elements and without any doubt the culprits should be punished and the situation should be improved. I have my deepest condolences with the families who have suffered but instead of blaming the australian societies for their behaviour towards us, is there any one who has made an effort to look into depth as to how some indian students are living there. We call ourselves easy victims now, but what happens to us when some of us who are staying there get up and go out in the moonlight and take a piss where ever they want to? What about the loudest of the music they play in the nights when the whole australia is sleeping? What about the situation when 10 of them stay in a 2 BHK flat and create problems after getting drunk? What about the abusive comments our own countrymen there make in our native language to the australians? What about their constant staring at the australian chicks? What about the frequent breaking of the various other rules there by some of us?

Forget Australia, Just think of our own behaviour against the foreigners who come here. Search and look at the stats. How many crimes against foreigners such as rape, Physical abuse etc. have been reported in last 2 years or so? How many of the culprits have been punished? What are the actions our government has taken to improve the situation in our own country? If you look into depth you will find that most of the cases are still pending. Look at the case of Hanna foster. Does any one even remember from how long the case has been running?

The whole point i wanna make here is that there is no doubt that the safety and security levels in Australia should be improved in order to have a peaceful and tension free society. But at the same time we indians need to understand their culture, their way of living and not only that; we need to respect it the way it is. There is a need for us to look within ourselves and find out our own faults. Only then we have the right to point out fingers at others...

lUv iS a bEaUtIfUl tHiNg!!!

" I met her on the net and we started a usual chat... A story was about to begin, but we were unaware of that fact…

We clicked really well and exchanged the numbers soon... The long talks started, without caring if it was sun or it was moon…

Few months had passed and my life had certainly changed... Even in the brightest day with full sun, I felt it had rained…

A day had come, when all the barriers had to be broken... Everything we conveyed, Though the words were not spoken…

The talks kept on and nothing else in the world was prime... Along with both of us some mobile companies had nice time…

Though very few, But together we spent, were all unforgettable days... An amazing feeling we had and everyday was special in its own ways…

Days to months and months to years, the clock kept the pace... But everything stood still, when we had that day to face…

Our love could no longer hold us together and shattered were all those plans... Still with moist eyes and heavy heart, we happily loosened the grip of our hands….

Yes I was hurt and yes she was hurt, still it was happening and nothing we could have denied... Some friends were also hurt who could not understand us, no matter how hard we tried…

Now she is fine with her new life and I have also got used to mine... Yes I do laugh and cry occasionally, when I think of the old times….

God only knows whether it was true love or whether it was a fling... All I have learnt from it , is that Love.. is a beautiful thing…...

Even today out of habit, I dial her number on the phone... Few seconds later only, I realize that I should come out of this zone…

Truly speaking things have changed and now we are in a different tone... And I believe it’s Destiny.. and this beautiful Life.. should move on…..

We still hear from each other and share things, though the old days are gone... We still share jokes, pull each other’s legs and laugh over the phone… And we still help each other, motivate each other and most importantly care for each other, no matter how different things have gone… Coz we believe it’s Destiny… and this beautiful Life.. should move on….. "

mAn oF tHe mAtCh!!!

Cricket is one of those rarest of rare things which has never bored me (as if I am the only one in India of this category…hahahaa). I remember those days when it was just cricket that was running through my veins. It was the summer holidays time. As usual I was playing cricket in the verandah alone. Hit the ball towards the wall and play it when it bounced back. This was my way of playing cricket tournaments. That day, my mom was sitting in the room nearby, cutting vegetables and warning me to stop. I was ignoring her warnings as always. There were window panes just alongside the wall. It was safe as I had never broken anything in that section of the house (record speaks itself…). . Australia batted first and scored a total of 20 runs (What the FucK!!...OH! its room cricket na...). It was Sachin who opened the innings for India and McGrath was the bowler. The first ball bounced a little high and I left it. Oh nice leave (I was doing commentary also…dumb!). Next delivery was a good length. Tendulkar tried to leave and there you go….McGrath strikes!!!! Wrong judgement by Tendulkar. Off stump gone. The crowd went silent in disappointment. Next batsman, Ganguly. OH! Beware of the short ball MAN!! (I told my self) McGrath running hard, first delivery, Yorker, Ganguly caught in surprise and middle stump went flying towards the keeper. What a sight for the bowler! Practice Ganguly Practice. Move your feet. HUH!! India zero for the loss of two wickets. Soon the scorecard was 9 runs for 6 wickets and all the wickets were taken by McGrath (I had not changed the bowler…hahaha). Then comes, Robin Singh, as always, to rescue India. India needs 12 more runs to win the match. First ball bouncer by McGrath. Robin singh could not resist the temptation and hooked it. WHIP!! Straight into the basket of vegetables and there you see the onions flying in the air. Mom’s face turned red and those DIVINE WORDS came out instead of just scoldings. I was pretending as if I didn’t hear anything (I was wearing helmet no…hahahaa). By the way it was a six in case you missed it. Now only six more runs required to win. Mcgrath running towards the batsman, furious as always, tried Yorker, but oh it’s a full toss, Robin Singh can’t miss it even with his eyes closed. SMACK!! There goes the ball, high in the air, directly breaking through the window panes and the crowd cheering India’s dramatic win. Wow!!!…. Hey Wait! What is that sound? My GOD!! Mom in full mood, ready with the belan and all those divine words @#$%^&*(@#%^ I was like, Mom it was Robin Singh and not me.. @#$%^&*()$%& Mom continued…. I felt sad….very sad… Hey not for the window panes or mom’s divine love for me but for Mcgrath. So sad. He is a better bowler. May be it was not his day. I thought and left the ground and waited for the MAN OF THE MATCH award ceremony in the night, with Dad as chief guest…..

tHe sLaP!!!

Doing analysis of field failures is a part of my job. Sometimes I feel a little bored due to my work’s monotonous nature. Sometimes I feel happy that I don’t have to do so much of work which might have driven me insane. Doing analysis one day I was pondering over a particular graph. I put my pen in my mouth ( ya the ball pen!!) and started making gestures as if I am smoking. It was a lavish feeling and I felt like I was a chain smoker or something. Enjoying that feeling I laid back on the chair. As my imaginary smoking continued, an old incident came to my mind. The incident when I had failed to do a particular analysis successfully….. I was in sixth standard that time. It was the day before my mid term maths exam. I was struggling to get through the complications of mathematics problems, which had haunted me for all the years before. Not being able to get through a problem, I was frustrated. In frustration I put my pencil in my mouth and unintentionally gestured like a smoker. To my ill luck one of my uncles saw me doing that. On other lucky days even worse things were gone unnoticed. But that particular gesture was noticed as it is. He came to me and said, “to tu abhi cigarette piyega?" He told me to stand up and took me to my dad who was frustrated that day and was watching news. I was still wondering what I had done as my cigarette, I mean my pencil fell from my hands. My uncle told dad about what he felt. Then came, that unexpected and tragic moment. My dad looked at me in anger, slapped me and turned his face towards news again. It all happened in few seconds. The slap had hit me at a speed, just a little slower than the speed of light. Such an impact of that slap was that for some time I forgot who was I, where was I and what was I doing. I could not hear anything for few seconds. It was a feeling of peace and calmness all around. Absolute pin drop silence. The only sound coming into my ears was some thing like.. kooooooooooonnnn….. Finally when I came back to the real world, I realized my uncle had already left the room. Dad was watching news. I came out of the room silently, my head down and my hands on my damaged face. I looked at my pencil and tried to convince myself that it was just a pencil and not a damn cigarette. I went to my room and could not control the emotional burst of tears. I cried like a baby and spoke alone in the room, “somebody please tell dad that it was just a pencil and I didn’t do that intentionally. It was just that maths problem and………” Not able to speak, I continued crying. I remember I didn’t eat anything that night and kept crying. That day, I failed to analyse as to why that happened with me. Today while doing the failure analysis, the sound of that slap echoed in my ears as I was making those dangerous and risky gestures once again after so many years. I put the pen down on the table in fear and carried on with my failure analysis. Dad! You slapped a little too hard I guess. You didn’t want to do that I know. Love You Lots……..

eNdLeSs dEsIrEs!!!

Never say you did not get what you deserved..It is just that the ALMIGHTY wants to enhance the level of your thirst and taste..It depends on you how you cook your stuff!!!!

bAsIc iNsTiNcTs!!!

Most of the times we think "how great it will be if i get this" Rarely we realize "How great it is without this also"
It tells how "our greed for something more" often wins over "our satisfaction for something we have"....

dElUsIoNs!!!

After contemplating till this much of life, my inner conscience informs me that most of us are acting fake most of the times in our lives.
Perhaps the only time we are what we really are, is when we are alone....away from all the reasons of our false behaviour...

iNtRoSpEcTiOn!!!

I have reduced criticizing others... I guess i have started enjoying the tougher things...

lUsT!!!

After a time you may realize that having a thing is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting...

tHe fAkE wOrLd!!!

everybody hosts a jealous person inside...it is just that some smart fuckers use perfumes and deos to smell better....