The Last Few Hours At Magna

Wow, what to say? I don't know what to say in this situation. My first feeling. After a quick and hard 6months of life in the company, it is the day for departure. Everyone reminds you of that, why i don't know? Asks sweets, treats. But for what, while joining a person can give a party, but at the time of exit, when the eyes are watery with emotions, how can a persons give a treat.

Six months past like a rocket, i don't know how quickly, it past. I feel like it was yesterday that I's introduced to Maninder Sir,Naresh and Amar Sir, and we had our first chat. And now my term is over. What remains with me is the memory which I'd keep in my mind and in my camera.Today I feel my topic of the blog is correct. Who knows those days will come or not?

I'll always remember the laughing periods with Naresh & Amar, the boring life at the initial Kormangala shift, the bengali talkative Saurav and Debasri, the pandoras box system of priya Thakur and Geeta P, the birthday celebration with the IBM team, the initial hello to Sushma and Sandeep at the morning, the Roaring shout of Shweta which had always made me a bheegi billi, the jokes with Mamta R, the hatred with Chaitra because of her attitude, the soft talks with Siddharth, Syed ands Veena, and always the chulbuli Nayan.

What's a life which I'm going to miss.

The Irony In An Exit

In a job, there is a real fight to survive. You may say suddenly, what happened to me that I'm writing the irony in a job, but what to say yesterday i witnessed some of the real irony in my company.

I take the first condition and the easiest one first, where you perform well, and completes your tenure with ease, and when they leave, they go outside the company proudly, shaking their hands with everyone. Yesterday, was the last date of Alka, in the company. When she's leaving, she took the snaps of everyone to remember her six months in the company, shook hands with everybody, everyone cheering at her. What more you require, in a job.

On the other hand, Rupesh left the job to fulfill his parents wish, who want him close to them. So, his team member organized a farewell party for him. Where his Manager, was boasting about his credibility, that he is the synonym of dedication and perfection. He want him to continue his job, but Rupesh wasn't ready. His team leader said Rupesh did the job with so much dedication that even in his fever, he had visited clients place, and completed his job. He was a big asset for the team. It's nice to hear some nice things about yourself in the leaving time, eventhough told only from mouth, not from heart.Rupesh too became emotional, hearing so much nice words. Its a real nice exit from the company.

The other part is if you're too flattery, and you gain the confidence of your boss, then you can have a real happy time.

Now, the irony, as we know irony won't be there if there is no other end of the story. In a private company, you can't tell the guaranty of the job. You're well and good till you do everything fine, and one mistake and you're out. This happened yesterday to Amir. I and amir were talkative friends, but yesterday, the BDM of my team fired him out, and make him terminated from the company. He left the company without telling anyone, quitely and sadly, leaving everything behind. I really felt bad about him, and was really sad the complete evening. This is the worst kind of exit from the company.

The other type of exit, is if you screw the company out with lots and lots of money with you. Like Chandrasekhar did. He looted the company and left the company.

Love With A Doll

  In the world of arranged marriages, first meetings can be intimidating. But when Surpiya, a 22-year-old beautician from Mumbai, was to meet a computer engineer on a date set up by her parents, she knew she wasn’t going alone. Guddi, a plump plastic doll with sea-green eyes, a chewed leg and rough blonde hair, had accompanied her everywhere since childhood — to school, to homes of relatives and now to people’s homes where she blow-dried her hair and painted nails. At first, the computer engineer found Guddi’s appearance on their date cute. But after they got engaged and Supriya started thrusting the doll on her lap and talking to it during movies, Guddi didn’t seem so cute anymore. “She was so attached to the doll that she felt they were partners. She would get extremely anxious when the doll was not around,” says psychologist Seema Hingorrany, who is now counselling the woman after her finance convinced her to seek help. “Obviously, her behaviour stemmed from deep-rooted attachment disorders. One of her parents was extremely critical and dominating in her early years,” she adds.

    Supriya confessed she felt that in a ruthless world where people broke her trust, it was her doll that accepted her the way she was. It was the same feeling that made a 37-yearold former soldier from San Francisco ‘marry’ the steely Eiffel Tower. The former soldier changed her name to Erika La Tour Eiffel and even had an intimate ceremony attended by a few friends. Twenty eight-year-old Japanese Lee Jin-gyu, married his pillow, which bore the anime character Fate Testarossa, in a ceremony conducted by a priest. Both Eiffel and Jin-gyu called themselves ‘objectum sexual’, a word first coined by Eija-Riitta Berliner-Mauer, the 54-year-old woman who has been ‘married’ to the Berlin Wall for 29 years. A network for objectum sexuals explains the phenomenon as “believing objects to have souls, intelligence, feelings, and the ability to communicate”.

    Some psychologists say that ‘objectum sexuality’ (where humans appear more hostile than inanimate objects) usually stems from having been treated in early childhood like ‘an inanimate, unfeeling object’.

    Hingorrany explains that attachment issues, dominating parents or peers and marital discord amplified by the lack of a vent perpetuate the condition. “The challenge is to get these patients to come to terms with the truth, provide adequate trauma therapy and medication, as well as build coping resources and support systems. The biggest problem is, in India, we still try and hush things up.”

    When Sachin, a young IT professional from Mumbai, started talking to his plant and staying up late in the night to make sure it was all right, his family dismissed it as a quirk. When his mother broached the topic of marriage and he told her that he was already in a relationship with the plant, she laughed it off. Each time she pulled out a photo of a prospective bride, he would shut himself out and his mother couldn’t hold back her tears. “He thought the plant was his wife. He would pour his heart out to her and couldn’t bear

the thought of cheating on his wife,” says Hingorrany, admitting that as a psychologist she found it hard to not be surprised. “He was suffering from extreme psychosis, weaving stories in his head and living in a fantasy world.”

    The psychologist says that after examining Sachin’s history, she discovered that he had trouble integrating into his peer group. “He found solace in his own world and was delusional,” she explains.

    Dr Harish Shetty, visiting psychiatrist at Dr LH Hiranandani Hospital, says the condition can be seen through various prisms. “If you look at this from a Freudian lens, you will associate it with sexuality. But you can view this from spiritual, ideological and philosophical perspectives too, like in the case of Meera and her idol of Lord Krishna.”

    Sometimes, explains Shetty, an object symbolises a memory. “A woman might be attached to the Taj Mahal because her boyfriend broke up with her there. There is a bond with old memories,” he says.

    Dr Samir Parikh, chief psychiatrist at Max Healthcare, says that if a person loses touch with reality, he/she has crossed all borders of normalcy. “If an attachment interferes with a person’s day-to-day functioning, there is no doubt that the person requires immediate help,” he says. “It is one thing to be fond of your pen and another to speak to it.”

    A Mumbai-based psychologist, who requested anonymity, says that these cases may stem from fear of rejection. “Objects don’t let people down and this sort of relationship might attract someone who has had trouble coping with rejection earlier or is very lonely.”

    Like this one man, obviously suffering from OCD, who admitted that he was ‘best friends’ with his computer. He would wake up in the middle of the night to make sure no one was fidgeting with it or intruding on his space. “These cases are few and far in between, but are an indicator of our increasingly fragmented and unsocial set up,” explains Hingorrany.

Courtesy This news is directly taken from TOI.

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A​n Autobiography of My Grandfather : End Days

After the heart break of his daughter's death, his health started deteriorating and in this state only, he got the news of his fourth daughter married to the murderer, and he can't do anything to stop. But, my aunt unlike my elder aunt didn't went to his house, and demanded a new house out of the cards. So, he made a new haouse at Deoghar as a matter of blessing in disguise, and my father helped him make it.Till then, his new born son,Golu was being cared by my uncle, and his other son from my fourth aunt, was  taken care by my grandpaprents.

In between, my last and the smallest aunt's groom hunt started, and he said us directly that he'd not be part of any daughter's wedding now. My father went everywhere,but finally got a senior scientist as his groom. And from then, the monetary problems in the family started and the money-named-ghost didn't end yet now, even most of our lands had been sold, and my uncle generally responsible for that. To resist that trouble, he took more loans from the wrong doers, in which my eldest aunt was involved, taking the revenge of being disgraced as sons and daughters. Now, my uncle heads nowhere, with lots and lots of debt under his belt, and with no job in his hand,it looks impossible to end.

In the meanwhile, my eldest aunt in her agony, started taking the payment my granddad gets after retirement, landing him to the help of my father, which he's heartly welcomed, but he also can't bear that someone takes the money from his dad's hand to give it to some local goons. The blood pressure of my granddad increased day by day, and then got a big heart attack, and then my aunts,instead of helping himn send it to our house, in which gramma was already there. It was nice that both granddad and gramma were there in the first time in our house.

He got nice treatment, and slowly and bye and bye, we tried to make conversation between both. And we succeded too. It was 30th of May,2004 when he took the water from me, and grammaa was chatting with him, and suddenly an attack came and he leaved us alone in this world.

A Strange Love Letter: In Recruiters Version

Dearest Ms Aarti,

I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in Love with you since the 20th of October (Thursday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 19th of Oct. at 1500hrs, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent.  Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous on the job training and performance appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take! up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broadminded enough to be taken care of, on your expense account.

     I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.
Wish you all the best!
Thanking you in anticipation,

Yours sincerely,
A Lover

JVM: A New Dimension To Jharkhand Politics

Till few years back, Jharkhand was ruled by either BJP/JDU combination, or JMM?Cong. combination, but after the departure of Babulal Marandi from the BJP, the BJP losed its control in the region, especially in the Santhal Parganas, and now is its state so bad that it had to take the support of the JMM, the same JMM which had its Leader, Sibu Soren which is being charged of being in the murder of his own secretary, and also in the bribe case of P.V. Narsimha Govt., and the same JMM, to whom BJP considered as Anti-Development and was thrashing at each portal in the time of elections, and after elections, in the politics of plus and minus, they joined hand with them, thus demolishing their ideologies, and reputation. But in this event, the best thing happened that JVM/Cong. increased its reputation, and surely they're going to be the winner out of next State Assembly.
JVM, which was just a new party in last election, under the leadership of Babulal marandi, who is called to be the runner of development in Jharkhand came hard winning 1/4th of the total seats, and 50% of the places they fought. And now, in this election, they're going to sweep the new ruling BJP/JMM/AAJSU combination as Nitish did in Bihar. The people of Jharkhand had been very keen to see Babulal on the CM seat. And finally hoping that the elctoral supports me, and made him CM, it'll really great for the degradinh Jharkhand.
Today, we can see the Jharkhand politics has now a new rival, so making it a four-dimesional politics, with JMM/BJP?JDU on one side, and Congress/JMM on other side, and RJD/LJP on others side, and CPI/CPI(M) on the last side.

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Mysterious Days

For a person like my grandfather, who worked for nearly 14-15 hours, when he get out of the job line after retirement, he turned to a real trouble for the aged persons, surely a very good parent for the grandsons and granddaughters. This set true for my grandfather. He sent his younger son, my uncle to Dumka for his higher studies, and with him he gave 1man rice( 40KG approx), which my father took it on his head and travelled to Dumka, with his brother not talking to him, neither he talking to him. After the graduation, my father was doing his LLB in TNB College, Bhagalpur. After which he was offered a job on the shifarish of my grandfather, and he's appointed as the Steno of the DDC, Khagaria. But my uncle was not interested in this job structure, but my grandfather filled his form for a post in Central Bank, and forcibly made him to give the exams, with my father, who had came on leave for the Greha Pravesh of the new building. My grandfather with his earning, had acquired nearly 1 bigha jameen in the town. So, my father went and with him, went the clash. But the aunt in the capital city Patna can't bear it and finally made them talk after 13-14 years.

My uncle got the job, and he fled to Katihar, and my father to Khagharia. But the silence between my grandparents didn't broke. And the days for their marriage started.

Firstly, my aunt was married to my mother's uncle, and my father to my mother, in which my grandfather didn't take any part, except, helping financially. Then a trouble came as in the form of the land in front of our house, which my uncle bought on his name, taking nearly the deposits for m my grandfather, which he'd saved for the marriage of his second daughter. And so, my uncle married a girl of same caste, but of bad character and my second aunt to his brother, who killed him soon afterwards my aunt number 3 was married and made her murder an accidental case. It really broke my grandfather and made her so mad that he started sending letters to them, to police officers, so instantly to overcome his loneliness, and soon everyone take it as a fun to recieve his letters and throw it right away. This conspiracy had surely something to do with my uncle's wife, but she made my uncle believe that it was accidental and took her child under her possession, in spite of the fact that my father and my grandfather asked for the postmartem of the body, which they were completely against of. Now my aunt's husband deed paid him off as now he's become mad, and is ready to be admitted to Kanke Hospital, Ranchi.    

N​itish Kumar's; Silent and Respectful

 R​ecent elections polls had shown, how much people like development, an anti-violent state. Nitish Kumar's charisma which swept the complete elections result getting 206 out of 243 seats in the Bihar legislative assembly, leaving the other parties completely devaststed, has just one answer, "NITISH KUMAR". Five years before when he pledged before the elections to the aam janta for a better Bihar, people believed him, and made him the CM of the state, ending the Lalu's long run. What did he do actually in this five years?

He just kept his promise and made Bihar more crime free, and made people believe in development. He decrease the corruption level, thus the extra money used for our development, invited more and more companies to come and have trade with the state, develop the infrastructure standards like roads, bridges, with a better quality.

The most liked incident which we tell earlier before the Nitish's Raj was that I'm from Deoghar, a place at the border of Bihar and Jharkhand. So, whenever i went to my paternal house in Banka in Bihar, till Jharkhand i'd sleep very easily in the bus, and as we cross the border, I started jumping on the turfs of such a thrashed roads of Bihar, and complete my journey with so much headache and vomitting. As i jumped for the first time, I'd asked my father," Have we entered Bihar?" and the answer was always Yes. But Nitish Kumar came once or twice in Babulal's times to Jharkhand, and was astonished by its progress. So, when he became CM, he did the same with Bihar. And now Jharkhand is at the deteriorate position, while Bihar is on the bloom. now, I've first 10km difficult in Jharkhand, and rest 60KM in restive position.

So, see what a dramatic change has came in one rule. While Bihar got a better govt. and it developed, on the other hand Jharkhand got a corrupt CM like Munda, Madhu Koda, Sibu Soren and got deteriorate. If a CM has collected 4K crores of rupees in his tenure, what would be left for the people.

Was this victory of BJP or of Nitish? For me, it's just a victory of Nitish's government. Its his charisma that he continued to rule for another tenure in Bihar, and this time, I think he will have to face the problems of naxalism, flood. I think this should be the major issues, together with the development.

L​aloo Prasad Yadav: A Dynamic Politician

L​aloo prasad is the most elementary poltician, who had affected surely Bihar, but also globally to the whole country. He had the dream to become the PM of the country, which can be possible if he'd not been indulge in so many controvercial cases.

When he boards the stage, everyone gets alert. He make us laugh, make us feel our guilt, criticize the other parties, without any fear of the response. But the most important thing that interest most of us is his ability to pull masses. Only the case where he tried to disjudge the religious barrier, then he is surely astounded.

When he became the railway minister, he started many trains for Bihar, and also for the rest of the country. The most extraordinary thing he did was to make the railway out of the losses to a period of profits for the firsat time. But the basic question is that with so much overpopulated railways with passengers, how can it still go in losses. Laloo used his mind, he impress the masses by keeping the rates and charges as it was earlier, rather making most of the train labelled as Superfast, although the train still goes in Express rate, thus increasing the cost by 10Rs. And then increasing the number of sleeper seats, thus increasing the revenues. So, by keeping the rates constant, he made the monetary benifits. Such a politician he's and a perfect manager.

In last few month, he claimed charges on BJP and Congress, that BJP is letting loose on Congress on nuclear deals, for the fact that Congress would leave Modi out of his controversial caes, which on the one hand looks really possible. So, he's a real thinker too.

Love: My Defintion

You know, as you'd have read many of my blog, I had fallen many times to girls, but was lucky enough to save myself to fall in love with them. You'd be wondering, all of  a sudden what happened to me that I'm talking in such a manner.


Actually, Yesterday I's seeing I Hate Love Stories, and then I thought what was there that the hero really felt love about Sonam, or that for the last few days, in which he forgot his past life, and was talking to her only, which made him feel her absense, after she left. But really, if he'd have flirted with her as he was doing with rest of the girls, then he'd never feel her absence, but it was a movie, it'd to go that way. But in real life, what is love?


According to my definition, a love with a girl, means you really knew is carved out of a necessity. Just like in the movie, his necessity was talking to her. Now comparing him to my friends love story, he was first just talking to her for pleasure, which started from 27min, and soon it reached 4hrs, and now he can't have a days without talking to her. So, his necessity is talking to her.


have another defintion, then please write.

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Silence Begins

After the independent days, he's gifted with another child, just a little change in sex, it was a boy. But he also died, this time in City hospital. These were hard times for my gramma, and granddad. He's to control his feelings and had to support his wife's feeling. Then came his father for the aid, and this time he consulted our native Guru, who gave them many taabizes, and bhasm, and asked the next child to be born within the range of cotton, and be far from the people's eye.

They followed it, and went to Bhagalpur to have their child far from their native, and my father was born. And finally they had their son, and happiness came their way. Just as we say,"Whenever God gives, he gives in number." Soon, their house were filled with the noise of seven children. Two elder sons, and five daughter to follow.

 But with numbers, comes problems. My uncle was never a nice boy. He was habituated to all bad activities. He was so accustomed to movies that he used to stole money from my grandfather's pocket to watch movies, and if my grandfather got to know about it, he left the office and went to theatre and bring him back with his streched ear, to which rest would laugh. This created hatred between my uncle and my father, which continues till now, and don't like changing with my bad attitude uncle. My father also had a lust for movies, but he followed more of a classical approach, where he'd asked his maa before going to the movies.

In this hatred one day, my uncle threw a battery with its full swing towards my father which hit him directly in his forehead, thus missing the target, eyes. He went unconscious there, which made him admitted to the hospittalized, and what he got was few slaps, which he was already accustomed to. My grandmother, using her mind told my father to avoid his brother, and stop talikng to him. This really became a hurdle. They both didn't talk to each other, from a five-year boy to 18-year adult. It meant 13 years, they didn't talked to each other. My father had a lot of such experiences. Even my aunts had not good ties with their brothers, rightly so. If boy is fed with milk, and girl with rice, the girl had full right to be jealous.

After so many years, when my grandfather can't tolerate this anymore, he asked his wife to try to break the shakles, and make them talked normal, to which she resisted and then came a big vow, taken by my grandfather, if you can't make them talk, then you should also feel the pain, and he didn't talked to her from 1974-2007. A 33 years of silence, in which both didn't talked, just bear the responsibility of caring their child, and gave them better education. 

Till his job, he didn't require his wife. Because he left early in the morning, and came back at night. Both time, his daughter would feed him. 

Then came, the most difficult situation

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Pre Independent Days

After a very tough matriculation, he got the job as he's the few in the district to complete matriculation, under the British Regime, as a Steno to SDO, Banka in 1941. And soon after the job, he recieved a very high profile marriage offer from one of the rich people of his village, which he refused. But when the same marriage proposal came on consideration of his Teacher, his father can't refuse and he's married at a small age of 14.

Due to travelling problem, he shifted with his father and wife to Banka Town, and after getting his first salary, he bought a piece of land, and start building his house, but the Yadav's didn't let him too easily, and had to fight a legal case to get his land. When his boss knew about it, he send some of his men and the land came to him, and he build his small house there.

His duty was little hard. He went to office early, and return back at late night. He'd very limited time for the family. So, his wife, Swarnalata Ghose being a panchvi pass, started quarreling some time. But my grandfather had no effect on him. He continued his routine.

Soon, Quit India Movement under the supervision of Father of the Nation, MAHATMA GANDHI began, and in Banka, all the Government's holdings were nearly burnt. But still, he was inside and working for the bloddy Britishers, but he followed the principle of "Work is Worship". He's hurt sometimes, when he'd be caught by some of the activists. He remained hospitalized for three days due to a mass breakup in his office, breaking the glasses, and hitting him directly on his head. 

After few months, he'd a daughter when his wife gave birth to a baby girl in his village, but soon she died. Everyone tells a hag had a bad look at her, which had taken her life. People used to call it to avoid the reality of bad medical services in the villages. We feared her now also when we go to our paternal house. The grief struck the family keeping my gramma devastated.The Dayan Pratha is still there in our socitey,killing many innocent girls, just due to some bad evils.

After few years, with the complete nation, he faced the riot between Hindus and Muslims. He's just able to save himself and his family, from those riots, with the help of some strong Yadav's who he'd helped to provide the loans, and all the paperwork to save them, helped him to go underground at the peak of its riot.

His helping nature made him famous with the name Ghose Babu in the complete town. And finally, on Aug ​15, 1947 when the country was freed, he's freed of the feeling of working for Britishers.

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: The Childhood Days

               He's born on a rainy day, in the month of july with his mother suffering from problem of overpuberty stage, and after some days as I had already told you, died giving my Grandfather, Late Sri Ravindranath Ghose, a bad omen name. Every relative were cursing him that he swallowed his mother's life, just as he's born, and doubted what he'll do as he grew up. He's given to his nana-nani for his development as his father and my Great Grandfather  Late Sri BadriNath Ghose, were always moving here and there, due to the British Government duty. 

               As he started growing, the comments started affecting him badly, and really he feel like that he'd killed his mother, but his nana told him that the relatives have evil thoughts agaist you, so they want to trouble you. He understood his family bargling, who are just telling them to hurt him, and take pleasure out of it. 

              He's very good in studies, so he passed all the exams very easily. He followed a tough routine, as adviced by his nana( maternal grandfather). he woke up at 4o'clock, study till 7o'clock, then do the daily work, and then went to school, returns at 3o'clock, then have his lunch, then nana would give Gita Gyan, then again go to study from 6o'clock, and went to sleep at 10pm. Everything went according to the plan. But something unexpected happened different from the plan.

              He's 8 years old, when an accident happened taking away his nana's life. He'd drowned in Paparni lake of the village Dumrama in Banka District of Bihar,that time Bhagalpur, and in the same year, his father lost his job, and his nani died as she can't bear his husband dyeing, and she also died. He was completely shattered after this. The relatives said both the problems were due to his ill fate. 

              Then only some money, which his father had saved, and some money earned by his father by doing the duty of a tutor at some house continued his studies. He moved to Bhagalpur where his father's brother lived, and started learning typing work, for which he covered 13-14 kms on the rusty and tattering roads of the city, barefooted. This was real dedication. His performance in all the field were making his uncle jealous.

             When he's in Class 10, to give the board exams, he required Rs. 12.50, but his father's savings were too less to upheld that, , whic was too big at that stage, so his father asked his brother
which his brother didn't gave. He pleaded before him, but he didn't give because he didn't want his brother's son to be matriculate, which was a very big thing at that time. Then his teacher gave him those money when he saw him crying, and thus he finally became a matriculate at the age of 13. His nani spend all his savings to give sweets to the complete village, as his grandson was the first matriculate from the village, especially to his uncle, who really burned in his jealousy.                     

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: An Autobiography Of my Grandfather

​                       Everyone in this world recieves a new battle with every passing day. New Day brings new Challenges in His life. Some faces it, some fears it, and try to ran away from life, and try to search peace in himself, by going and leaving in an ashram, a real simple life. Thats easy, but the real battle is to face the reality, and face it head-to-head in this lustrous world, where no one is friendly to others, no one belongs to others. In this selfish world, if you've to live it, you've to face it bravely.

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The Resultant:What You Do, is What you get?

Really now, lets continue the journey to understand the riddle What You Do, is What you get. After the death of their parents, the six namely Ram, Shyam, Mohan, Nikunj, Raghu, Naveen. had a very nice life till the end came.
Naveen had to give fire for his only son, which is considered the most troublesome as per the Hindu Tradition, because as per our religion, the soul of a father didn't get peace till he's been given mukhagni by his son, but his son had died before him, and both of them, means he and his wife spend a very rusty end days, before Naveen died finally, mukhagni given by his brother's son.
Raghu died a peaceful death, but couldn't see the Kanyadan of his daughter, and his son married to a Punjabi girl, without telling him even.
Mohan's son were unemployed, and so they didn't keep their father, and he finished his last days in an Old Age Home but alone, as his wife had already died.
Ram was a sprint runner. But he went mad, and plan a full trip to Delhi on foot, this madness took his leg, and he became handicapped. His son became a drug addict, and a gunda, running away from police.
Shyam had an accident losing his leg, and his wife refused to carry his burden, so got married to an another person who was his boss, with his two children, and luckily for her, both had turned to a real professionals, with son working as a CA, and daughter is a Software Engineer.
Nikunj died without a son.

So, clearly don't do anything that your parent don't want, because parents are compared to God, as per our Hindu tradition, and their curse surely would strike you.

The Resultant: What you do is what you get.

You'd wonder what is this topic, but this topic is quite suitable to the incident I am going to narrate here now. This is an incident I heard from my father in my childhood days. The incident begins with a land controversy. Actually, this  is an incidet from the days of my great grandparents, my grandfather, my father, and somehow me.

Actually, my great grandfather Mr. X has a step-brother Mr. Y, both name just for assumption to decrese the multiplicity of the problem with their long names. Actually, Mr. X love him very much, but the problem being step-brother always hurt him like in movies. Mr. X was married and got one son, while Mr. Y got 6 sons. Mr.Y became too happy that he's 6 sons, what would be the problem, he'd have. But it brought greediness in his mind, because the land which he's got after division, is not suitable for six brothers, but the piece of land with Mr.X was enough for his only son.

So, when Mr.X wife became seriously ill after the birth of My grandfather, he asked Mr.Y some money. Mr. Y gave the money, only on the condition that Mr.X would give his piece of land to him. Mr.X thought the land would be safe in the hand of someone in the own family, and when he'll have money, he can take it back. But he didn't knew what's the actual intension of his brother. But to his lament, his wife died, just few days after the birth of her son, which gave a very bad name to my grandfather. After 8 years, Mr. X died. And my grandfather fought for the land.

But nothing happened as Mr. Y thought. He'd thought that he'd six sons, so he can have a very luxurious old age. But to contrary, his son didn't keep him with them, and threw them out. Finally, he went to Haridwar and spent his rest of his days in any ashram there, with his wife and cursing their sons.

Did this curse worked, read in the next blog.

Love Marriage: A Man's Tragedy

Hey, guys you'd wonder what you'd find interesting in my uncle's tragedy. But, there is something that I would like to share it with you. its his marriage, which was the first love marriage in our family tree. Lets see how.

Actually, the girl was the sister-in-law of Anunay( the groom )'s brother. So, she usually visits their home, on the festivals. We'd met her first in the reception of his brother. She's more of a show-off type, blackkish in color, so many scars on her face, and too much make-up as if she is Aishwarya Rai. Whenever we talked behind her, we ask who'd be the unfortunate to marry her. That was our view on the first day, but as days passed by, we came to know that she'd been always near to my all uncles, Sanunay, Sunny,Anunay. So, we soon realise that she's a very character girl, who just wants the attention, and company to get everyone under her control. She's branded R by us. But we thought she could trap Sanunay, Sunny kaku, but she trapped Anunay. 

But as much as I know that Anunay was the best of the lot, of my uncles, nice job, nice character,  nice attitude. But it  was  the  trap  set up  by her that he fall in her love, i hope so thats my assumption. As much as I know she used to call him daily, with the goddamn Reliance STD plan, and talk for hour. He's also a person, he started to like her. If you'll tell a person that a particular thing is nice a hundred time, than surely he'd fell that the thing is nice. She made a situation where he can't tolerate talking without her.

And after that she actually had shown her character, by having sex before the marriage, and I feel that this was my uncle's mistake, he should not have done that, and the girl's plan worked, and he didn't have any option, but to marry her, against his parents. It was also said that she's 3 month pregnant, when the marriage happened. 

Throughout the marriage, Granddad and Grandma were having their head down, and in this showk Granddad died after few moths of marriage, for which he'd to lament through out his life. Anyone who was happy was the groom himself, the girl's family, and her sister. Else every one was mourning.

What should be done with this type of girls, share your views?

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Secrets Unknown

Continuing from the last blog, where we'd reached the hometown of Amitabh Bachhan, Allahabad at the morning. I slept till 8o' clock, but the hangover was still not over, I was feeling too sleepy, but there're no one to co-operate. Standing before me, was a huge structure, Hrishi's Dad. And I had opened my eye with a vilnerable lecture by his dad on The Importance Of Waking Early. Nice way to start with. i went to fetch Tiwari, but didn't fing him anywhere, and peering to each room, didn't appeared nice for a nice-cultured family boy.

After half an hour, I got ready and was asked by the one of the Babhis to go to the top floor, and have a nice shower in the sun. I went to the roof, and found Hrishi talking to a girl from the other roof, attached to the roof. I was confused, how he managed to have so many girlfriend at the same time. One love, one girlfriend at college, one I just met. He's more or like a full-Fledged flirt to me. When she went for bathing, don't misinterpret that he followed her, rather he came to me, and I asked him about the new angle. To which he replied, that she's his girlfriend from his Childhood days, and if she was not of a low class background, he'd have loved her, and surely marry her. But her being of low class, he can't marry her. Because he's a brahmin, the topmost class in our society, and she belong to the  lowest class of our society. But still she liked him, and he like her, and she's beautiful.

Then we went to the nearby house of his locality, which was a Bengali family. We're greeted well. As if we're from a groom's family. But soon I got the reason, that the girl of that family had a big crash on Hrishi, and even she tried to sexually harrash him, and for few days, during his pre-engineering test, he went to a full-depressed state, and shoch state. So, eventhough he's selcted in one of the best colleges of Allahabad by UP CEAT, he chosed to go to Dehradun to be far from her. This was a new secret I got to know. We ran from there after hearing the reality, without telling them the reason.

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Jouney To Sangam

We took the train, and when train started moving, it gave certain pleasant feeling to body and soul.But what was paining, was my ankle, and believe me, for the first time i's regretting on my fatness. If i'd been thin and slim, then my ankle would not have such problem. But somehow, standing wise, we reached Bhatni, 2 hrs. from Siwan, when Hrishi came and called me to come with him. I went inside the Sleeper bogy, with general ticket, but it was terrible than standing. But i can't put down his request. For the first hour, it was very pleasant, sitting on the nice seat, eating nice food, chatting with Hrshi, and glaring at a very hot girl sitting opposite to his seat, watching the nature outside, and when her hair flew across his forehead, it was very tough for us to control our feeling, she'd just swept us out of our feet. With every minute, we're feeling lots of snake rolling on our body. For the morning session, we're flying away from a girl, and for the last hour, we're following a girl.

But with happiness, trouble also came, and the TT came asking for ticket, and Hrishi made me to run to the bathroom. I's in bathroom for more than 15 min, but it was really unheigenic to be inside for long time inside a train's bathroom. But i had no option, because i feared jails. After 15 min, i came out, he'd went to the next bogy, and then I moved to the door of next bogy. And started chatting with a passenger standing at the door. I saw the TT had given full permission to stand there till Varanasi station, So i also followed the same route, and we started talking friendly, to which the TT also joined. We had a fine hour, when I knew he'll go down in the Varanasi station, this put me in trouble, that you can't be sure with a new TT. So, when they went down in Varanasi station, i came back to the General bogy. This time more troublesome than last. I was feeling a tinge of fear standing at the gate, as if I'd floating outside, if I did a little mistake, but at last when clock strucked 2 at night, we're down at Allahabad station, but to my trouble, with pain, my leg was not letting me even to stand up. But I stood up and walked towards the Sleeper bogy with my leg still strangling, i didn't find him there, which put me in dilemma, what to do next? I don't know anyone there, except Hrishi, and my phone had already given up, thanks to the bad LG batteries. So, I sat there and started weeping, only by eyes. After 15-20 minutes, he found me, and started shouting at me, and then we went outside the station, and went home. 

At that time of Night, allahabad had tempo moving, and we went to his house, where his elder brother was watching Mahua Channel, singing "AAra hile, Chapra Hile". I finally sat down on the chair and felt relaxed, for the first time in last three days. We'd our dinner, thanks to dear bhabhis, a well made dinner, hot and crispy at 3:30 am. Then, we slept and I was soon at my dreamy world after so much trouble.  

A Trip To Her Marriage: She Chases

After the marriage was over, we left the place by neat morning at 9o' clock, eventhough opposed by Krish's family. It was really heartening for us to depart at that time, not by heart but by the body, because the journey and the marriage had taken the body strngth and rupture the configuration, but since Hrishi had reservation in the train, from Siwan to Allahabad. So, we left, and reached the station very soon, but to the desmise as was common with me, the train was 6 hours late. And to increase the temperature of our tension, the girl discussed in last blog was also present there, but with her parents. And was in the same platform, that tells us that she'd also to catch the same train. And if such thing happens, its going to be disasterous for us.


After few hours of sitting in the station, our belly started twisting, but we can't move as the train was announced, and the public strngth was a hell of amount. I didn't had the reservation ticket, so I had to settle with the general ticket. After every five to ten minutes, she came towards us, increasing the testesterone level inside us. But in panic, we're looking at the other side, but she followed that side too. I thought of barking at her, but luckilt, Hrishi's original girlfriend Nisha called him, and he started to avoid her, keeping his eyes close, and talking and talking. Finally, she went out of our way, and we're lucky that she's came to catch Vaishali Express, which left much before our train arrived.


At least some thing to cheer about. Then the train came roaring towards the station, a feel of hope filled us our heart. But the other feeling was with tension, about how to insert myself in the train with such huge crowd. I gave my bag to Hrishi, and myself went inside the genberal bogy. Hope for the best. The Journey continues in next blog.

A Trip To Her Marriage:Behind The Scenes

Actually, when the marriage was happening on the mandap, some secret thing was going in there with Hrishi. Hrishi, who was very popular among the girls for his good looks and legthy talks, was wearing a coat-paint in the marriage, and had a spike cut hair. When we entered the marriage initially, he got caught by Krish's sister who was studying with us. So, she took him inside, and since I don't know any one of them, so I also followed them. She went up and let us meet some of his friends, and some relatives. It was the first time we'd met Krish's mother. She was really kind, gentle and a real caring mother. We also met the bride, and kept our gift there.

 

But we didn't know that while meeting theit friends and relatives, an eye was following us. Wherever we went, those eyes haunted us. And during the mandap ceremony, she came near us and sat beside us. Luckily for me, it was not my side. She was sitting Hrishi's side, otherwise I had to face real trouble in the marriage. She started talking to us, telling "i don't like marriages, do you?". To which his neighbour responded," i like marriages very much." She had conversation with us with a little gap in between. But the real thing which she wanted was Hrishi's number, which he didn't give her. And we took a move from there. But she still continued to follow him through out the marriage. Always seeing him from some distance, as we'd chosen to sit just near Krish's family. But it became a matter of conversation, and a thought to cheer about for us.

 

After sometime, he gave her the green signal to talk. I don't know why? But this green signal put him in real trouble. She came near us again, little away from us. But she continued in the chatting process in which we're involved. We're just speaking "o-o-o" whenever she speaks. But surely she had fell apart badly on Hrishi, who already was in conversation with another girl, but he was a fun-loving guy, so he used that moment for his fun.

 

Another important thing in the marriage was the abuses which the women threw on the grooms, and his parent. We're laughing too badly at it. As it was a very good custom, to abuse grooms family.

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Marriage

After the journey as discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/tour-to-her-marriage.htmlAfter reaching their house, we're feeling too sleepy, but we're on girls side, not on boy's side that we could have a rest, so we continued to work as much as we can. After some time, the same thing happened as that happened in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-key-locked-my-mind-lock.html but the case was different, this time it was with car rather than the room. So, we can't get it in the corner side. So, I, Krish, His Cousin Shashi, Hrishi took the whole car in our hand, as if we're taking a dead body, and put it in the corner. This was important, because the baraat had just entered the road. But it really took a hell of an energy of our body.

 

After sometime, the baraat came dancing, singing and exploding crackers, we also danced with them, since there were less dancers in the baraat. So, Krish stretched us with him. We danced for sometime, then we expressed our goodwills with each other. Then the marriage ceremony started in which first the brother of the groom, and gave a handful of jewellery to the girl, and then they return. Then, Krish who was holding the marriage as his father had already died as discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-he-changed-to-man-from-boy.html went to the grooms place where they were stayed, and then gave something by taking handkerchief on his head, and peetles on his hand, and Rs.5001 on his hand. Then they came with the complete baraat, and the marriage started, with lots of Vedic Mantras and rituals. When they both landed on the mandap, they looked so cute together as made for each other. The marriage continued upto 4 o' clock, and kanyaadan finished by 6o'clock in the morning.

 

Luckily, i woke up in the morning and was able to see the kanyadan ceremony, and wept with them. No one can withstand that moment without weeping from your heart. i wept on the shoulder of Hrishi. But that pal also ended, and we're finally calm for the timebeing, but for me, the journey was not over yet. The other part in next few blogs. The next blog contains the happy and cute happenings in the marriage.

A Tour To Her Marriage: Phase 1

This is one of the most emotional trip, as well as most exhausted trip I had accomplished in my life. Actually, her marriage( Krish's sister marriage), i think you'd misunderstood it i hope, but don't be. It was fixed on the 24th of November, just 6 days before our comprehensive exams, so we're in dilemma to go there or not. But Krish will feel bad, that can't be done by us, as he'd already a trouble in life discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-he-changed-to-man-from-boy.html So, we booked the ticket and start our journey, but it was always a tough train journey as my fate predicts. The train which had to depart at 3pm came at 7pm, and get ready to leave at 9pm. The night was nicely done, by the Neeraj Cheeba's Zero Percentle, but the morning came a bad news of a train derailment before Gonda station, and the train which has to reach Gorakhpur, by 8am in the morning was standing at Gonda station at 12pm, still 5 hours to go.
But to our dismay, Vaishali Superfast was announced, as we'd planned to catch Vaishali in Gorakhpur, was going to overcome the train very soon. So, we're in dilemma, and my head was rilling due to no food from last day. But we ran through the line and get inside the Vaishali Superfast. But we'd enter the train in Sleeper bogy, and we'd General ticket.

I'm very afraid of the train TT's, but i's caught in a situation where i can be caught.
After few minutes, TT came towards me, after seeing him, we move towards the gate
so, we move towards the door of the superfast train, and by luck, he didn't check
 the people standing at the door, or near it. He went to the other side. Then, we moved
 towards the seat, and took one place in the bogy, but after two hours, he came back for
 checking the tickets. As he came near us, my heart beat started rising high. Just when
 he was two seats away, we went back to the doors. This time he shouted at the persons standing
at the doors. But the cause was to move away from the ddors,so we're eased. Finally, the journey
to Gorakhpur ended at 4pm, nearly 8 hours late.
 But we ran to the general bogy after reaching there, and as we know already the postion
of general bogy in the country, it was over populated. We're just able to get inside it.
After lot of shouting, we got atleast our gift on to some of the passenger sitting on the seats.
But in this thatching, my glass took a 180 degree angle and the glass came out of it. And it
changed to a hollow specs. After lot od trouble, we finally landed on the lands of Rajendra Prasad's
Siwan.
Our body had completely got twisted and curled in the whole journey. And as we just put our
body on the chairs, our body got stucked to it. We're unable to stand. But the hungry belly
needed something, so ate four-five omletes each. After few minutes, the car came to recieve us in the station.

A Trip To Wash All The Sins

You'll tell what i'm telling. yes, I am a human, and i had also done some bad deeds, like telling lies is common to me, sometimes i feel like i'm cheating my parents by enjoying most of the time watching movies, playing, going to shopping. And at that time, I feel like i'm a sin doer. And to get rid of this guilty conscience, when Kumbha was held in Haridwar, so close to Dehradun, we decided for a trip to Haridwar.

But we're not sure that we'll go to have a bath in Ganges in Haridwar. But luckily for us, it turned to be a sunny day, a perfect day for bathing. And we took our bikes, and in group of 6 on 3 bikes, we started our journey. Everything went fine till we reach the gates of Haridwar, where their was lot of police checking, and most of us without liscence. So, a senior names, Pratyush told the secret way to enter the city. He took the bike and we followed him. We went inside the jungles of Rajaji National Park, and was just able to cross the barriers made by police. We reached the other side of the barrier, and left for Har-ki-Paudi, and kept the bike in a dhaba near by the destination place. Then, we left for the place, and had to pass through many security checks, but finally, we reached at the banks of River Ganga.

It was a real great environment, fully devotional, and your mind also forgets all the bad deeds done by you. Then we took our changing clothes, and entered Maa Ganga laps. Just we've put a foot in the river, and all the tension diminished. Your head fill the coldness, and we're finally in the river, enjoying its freezy water. I just took 21 dubkis, as I thought that was enough for my sins, but my friend Hrishi took 101 dubkis telling that my whole life sins got washed away. We're in the river fir more than an hour, taking pictures too, and after get ready we went to Mansa Mandir, and on return, had more dubkis on our account to wash our tension and weekness created by the height in which Mother Mansa Temple is.

A Beautiful Trip To Her: Life After That

After the http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-trip-to-her-trip.html he really became mad after that, the chatting daily starts from 12o' clock and continued to 6o' clock, disrupting my sleep, which started irritating me. And i started shouting at him. So, he used to go outside on the road to talk to her.

One day, i's sleeping when i heard him crying, then i woke up, it really ached my heart. I saw him weeping hard. For the time being, i thought of calling his brother and tell the reality, because if he really go in depression, and anything happen to him, I would be held responsible. When I threat him of telling to Bhaiya, he went outsideto the road. For few minutes, I thought he'll feel better outside, when he didn't returned for an hour, it really put me in tension. So, i went outside to search him and found him sleeping on the pavement. It really put my anger out of hold, and I phoned his brother, and told him to talk to him little casually, but what will a brother do after hearing his beloved brother in such a state, he phoned her, and threat her not to call him again.

Now, the actual problem was that one of his brother on whose wedding they had met, knew it from start, and when the situation became out of control, told to his parents and elder brother, to which they give the decision that they're not going to meet again. And by anyway, he's not going to marry her. And when she knew that she'd asked to stop talking, which had made him weep.

God only knows, what'll happen next?

A Beautiful Trip To Her: The Adaptation Of the Plans

With reference to the last two blogs, http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-trip-to-her-planning.html and http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-trip-to-her-beginning.html, in which i'd discussed about the crazyness and planning of Hrishi. Now, it's the day of implementation of the plans, but the plan got a hold when his brother, surely suspiciousing on his intention, since he's planned three days with me. But he gave us a shock when he told," you can go seven days before, but in this seven days, most were to be spent in his sister's home in Patna. Only last evening to be spent with me." But luckily for him, his sister didn't doubt about his intention, and she had him left her house, but just one day before. Means only one whole day, and one evening. And he want to get the best of it. But the Qulty station was on the other route, and Patliputra Express do not stop there. So, he took the bus route. 

He took the bus to Dhanbad, but to his dismay,  it rained heavily that evening and the bus got raptured just before Koderma. And believe it, the area of Koderma is so dangerous, since being in the Naxal Belt. Her heart beat were relally jumping up and down. You can hear the rifle shoot any time in that area. The bus left for Dhanbad after three hours, reaching Dhanbad by 10o' clock, and the last bus for Qulty had left, and he's forced to take the passenger train to Qulty, which came 4 hour late.

As he entered the passenger train, he saw lot of smuggled black gold in the train, with so many blackkish men all around. He felt like vomitting. They had all the different types of weapons. So, its so nice for normal people to go to any place by Express train than going by passenger train. But you can really feel the real India in the passenger train. Finally he reached Qulty by next morinig, spnding whole night standing and awake.

We were also waiting to get the news about when he reached the destination. But to avoid any question, i'd switched off my mobile, and kept the other mobile in silent stage. The plan had worked in my end.

When he reached there, whole his enegry and excitement had ended. But still a look was that just he wanted. So, he called her. She came after two hours asking from her parents to meet his friend. She hadn't lied neither she'd spoken the truth. She reached the station by 9o' clock, then they both took the train and went to Asansol, which was just half an hour distance, since meeting there was really dangerous, because her parents were very renowned in the town.

They met, talked for more than 4-5 hours in the Love park(imaginary) in the town, taking each other's hand in their hand, and looking at each other. But luckily for me, no one broke the cultural line. They at most hugged each other. They surely had seen many love buds kissing each other, but it's a real love that stop them from doing that. 

They returned in the evening, get her down in Qulty station, and then he took the train to Deoghar, and described the whole incident to me. Now, I respected their love. Finally, at last I switched on the mobile phone and then we talked and had a nice sleep for next day train.

I think that his family had surely got the hint for that, but we're in Bangalore and they surely don't want to hamper our training.

A Beautiful Trip To Her: The Planning

As already discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-trip-to-her-beginning.html that Hrishi was so crazy to meet her as early as possible. I had stopped at that point of time, but he'd not stopped thinking about the meeting. And. he planned the meeting keeping me at the centre of his plan. Actually, she's from Qulty, just 2hrs. from my home place, Deoghar. So, he planned that he'll tell his parents that he's going to meet me in Deoghar for the plan trip for our internship programme, and he'll go to meet her, and then at evening, he will returned to my home in the night, just avoiding the phone problem.

One can say that with love, a person started using his mind to tell lies,becomes a good planner. But if anything went wrong, it's going to cost everyone heavily.

I unwittingly accepted it. What will happen next? Read next blog.

A Beautiful Trip To Her-- Beginning

I'd already discussed about the love story of one of my friend in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/tale-of-love-story-1-glaring-started.html  and http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/tale-of-love-story-2-chatting-behind.html. This is the continuous story from there. Still now, he'd meet her only once in his brother's marriage, just once, and he'd became so crazy about him. And from then he'd just meet her on the mobile by the "Bloddy Hell Reliance Night Plan", but suddenly on that day just 10-12 days before our Comprehensive exams, and we're going for our .net classes, suddenly he said," I want to go to meet her". I asked."To whom, 27Minutes".
He said,"Ya."
I asked," why so suddenly?"
He said," i just can't bear." My mind went out of control, trying to understand my situation since it's my first experience in such a situation. But I told him to be quiet for the moment, since it can be too risky. And if he doesn't stop his crazyness, i'll tell his elder brother. Really it was a dangerous act.
First,his mobile will show unreachable. Secondly, if they call us, what would we give the excuse.

For the time being, he'd stopped his crazyness, but he'll surely go, that's final. But when, it's to be decided. But I don't want him to meet her, since according to me, if one meeting, had done such a damage, what could the second meeting. And in this second meeting, if they're not able to resist then the line set by the cultural hypocrats will be broken, and a new tension will be created.

What happens next, witness it in my next few blogs.

The Hot And happening Malls

The mall are really treat to watch, and if a dehati speaks it in his own voice, means maal, it might suits it also. Actually, I belong to such a place where seeing a mall would be a dream, but last year only, in my city, Big Bazaar opened a mall. And to the expectations, there're initial crowds, such that to enter the mall, you've to go through a line. But when you reach inside, you'll just see some real bad elements commenting on girls. And no one can blame them because the environment of today's world is such that you've to face that.

I reached Bangalore. here, also I saw the same thing. My seniors were going to mall just for enjoyment and Do MDMF. Full form, many of you'll know, and who don't know its. Leave it for you. but frankly speaking, malls has lost their credibility within short time. The posters shows want to save from inflation and price rise, come to this mall. but when you'll reach there, the materials are too costly fot you to purchase. If a cloth worth 300rs., you'll get it in 600rs. Then who'll go to mall for buying. Although the material would be far superior than that of 300rs. material. But still public'd prefer to use 300rs material twice than 600rs. materials once.

I live in Koramangala, and pass through the forum mall daily, I just spent half-an-hour outside the mall. You'd have thousands of pair there outside, looking at each other so continuously that you'll doubt their intensions, of what his blue rays eyes is seeing, to the girl, or the girl from within. The love buds are everywhere throughout the mall, and a misery girlfriend would be attacking his boyfriends pocket, and the boyfriend can't even say no. 

One thing is surely cheaper in malls, are the daily use materials, thats a nice thing that mall has provided for middle class people. Elsewise, its only for MDMF and love buds. If you're single and not going for MDMF, then better don't go, because it might depress you. 

If you agree with me, then comment on it. Or if not, then also comment.

What can Traffic Do?

Really, frankly speaking what can traffic do? It can surely kill many people. Today, only news9 was showing the BMTC buses in the traffic attacking the small vehicles, claiming lives. Here, in Bangalore where there is immense traffic, the traffic lights don't work properly, because people don't follow them sometime. Like public standing in the pavement, as they see some buses or vehicles is little far, he run to the other sides  without seeing that the red light for the pedestrians are still on and if then accidents occurs, who is responsible? Like always the people will shout and fight with the vehicle owner.Noone sees the pedestrians mistake. But really, in this fast moving life, no one want to stop for a while, and even not caring about his life. In Aparichit movie, it was shown that a drunkard ran through the road creating a reason for the incident, but in real life, everyone is a drunkard for not following the rules.

This is the horrible pictures of traffic, lets look at some of the light pictures. Sometimes, while stopping in the signal, really you can find someone to whom you might fall in love, you might get a new friend. Like yesterday, I was stopping in the backside of Forum, Koramangala signal, when I's able to meet my best friend Raj, about whom I've discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-heartthrob.html?spref=tw We're in same town for the last four month, but due to our official work, we're unable to meet, but yesterday, suddenly we met at the signal. We'd lot of chat sitting at the back of the forum, peering at the loved pairs. I'd discussed about this in some other blog.

Same like, I saw a boy helping a girl from an accident, and they became friends. Who knows, like it happen in fils, they might fall in love to each other sometimes. lets hope.

The Day I Felt Guilty

I'd already told you that I really being shocked by my grandfather's death in my blog http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-do-i-fear-phones.html. But the actual reaon was that it was the time when I was supposed to join some nice schools across the states, but i was unable to do that because my grandfather was facing life and death in my home. And by that anger came a very bad wish, i asked God either make him fine very soon, or take his life. But the God didn't take the good side of the wish, he choosed the bad part, and my grandfather died the same day in my lap, and I've nothing to do, but lament on the situation, which I had put myself in. That guilt is so overpowering that it still feel my heart with pain.

The Day I Feared Most

                          You'd say why I would fear a station. But stations can be fearry sometimes, if something happens. It was the month of novemeber, and I'd already had a real hasty week, but i's happy to be going to home back for my birthday.I woke up early, went to bus stand, then reached the Saharanpur station by 9o'clock, with another two and a half hour left for train to arrive, Akalthakht Express. I waited for the train, and bought a book, nono other than Chetan Bhagat's "Five Point Someone".


After sometime, i felt that there were so many muslims around me, i don't know why. i'd gone from the train many a times, but i'd never seen so many muslims in the station. They were talking with them, discussing among themselves. You know it perfectly give you the picture of GADAR Cinema. I started fearing, my heart beating hard. To the trouble, my train became 6 hours late, due to the strike in Punjab, due to the Dera Sacha Sauda Act. I'd surely chosen a very wrong time for my journey back home, but I sat there between them. but after sometime, i feel really a need for going out of the scene. So, I went outside the station, but i'd my bag with me which had laptop in it, so i always feared a journey. But adding to the probblem, I saw the list of robbers in the station. they're more than 100 of them, and all look alike and normal people, so how to believe any one.

But anyhow, ispent 6 long tedious hour outside the station, and when i entered the station, it announced that Akalthakht express is entering in the platform no.5. Means time less to catch the station. So, rather choosing the bridge way, i took the shortcut through the train lines, but the problem was Sri Ganganagar Express, which was standing on platform no. 4. As i entered the train premises to go to the other side, a mob of people pressed me hard and send me back to the centre of the bogy. After so much pressing, I's able to come to the gate of the train when the train gave the horn. So, I jumped back to the station. my heart was aching so hard, i thought I'd be dyeing in the station there only.

But the problem was not yet over. The station was still filled with so many muslims. And to the contrary, everyone was there to catch the same train. The complete train was overfilled. I just was able to pick my seat, and slept there, giving a long sigh. I always dreamt if a small fight occurs now between anyone, it can just changed into a blood riot. But nothing as if such happened, actually they were mostly from our area to meet there holy gurus, and many of Bnegali family comes to Deoghar to sea their Guru, in Satsang ashram. Now, i's cooled from then. Actually, this was just in my mind. How can I thought such like when I myself have many great muslim friends like Faraz, Feroze, Zaved. It's just the impact the movies create in your mind that you started to act such like as the director let you think.  

To add to my trouble, train became 24 hour late. And as we enter the Naxalite area of nargango, and Jhajha, it was nearly 3o'clock in the morning, and as I opened the gate, I feel like a bullet would be coming towards me in the dark. So, I closed the door, and just waited there, because i 'd a habbit of sleeping if i got little time of little rest. So, I remain standing in the door, just enough away from the door.

Finally, my station came, and I saw my mom's cheerful face, coming towards me, and when she saw me, she'd tears in her eyes. She'd waited for me for the last 26 hours without sleeping. This is a real great feeling after reaching your home.

The Day The Slipper Floated With Me

It's one of the most amazing incident in my life, and holds a very high place in my mind. I always reminds it.

Actually, it was an incident when I's in 6th or 7th standard. I'd went to watch Border movie. I's with my mom's brother. We went through the short cut way through the marshy fields in our city. We reached the theatre on time. And then the dhakka-mukki happened to take the ticket. Every one pushing each other, and in between, I felt like being made a pista-roll. And then I fell down in the crowd. But my mama take me out and got two black ticket. It was slightly bleeding too.

We went inside the theatre and watched the movie. It was a splendid movie, worth the price I'd paid for. But after coming out, it'd already been 9.30pm. And the rain came down heavily. We waited inside the theatre till 10.30pm. One mind was telling that lets get inside the theatre and have a look at the movie again rather than standing here. But I feared my mama. I just obeyed his order.

We waited for some time, and then he told we should go now. In that heavy rain, we were walking fast, but our house was also more than 3kms ffrom theatre. I's trambling, my mouth was chattering, but I was walking hard. Surely, we were badly wet, and the dogs started barking in the night. At least those dog should be inside, what're they doing in the rains. But where they will go, they have no place to reside.

Finally we reached Williams town, and then we took the wrong way for a rainy day. Actually, near our house a narrow river flows, and after its border, we've muddy road fron a very nice height to the river. As expected, as I put my leg in the muddy area, I slipped and my slipper got out of my leg, and floated with me. But at the end, the slippery end, and I landed in the fast-flowing river.

But luckily for me, I's normal, and I ran and crossed the river, not even looking back for my slippers and mama. Because I feared snakes and many reptiles in the river. I stopped after reaching home. My mama followed me. We're welcomed by an anger eye. My father was very angry of me of going to theatre, and the rain had added to the pain.

But he remained normal, since my maama was with me. And we finally changed our clothes, and then went to sleep.

The Next Life Days

Sunil completely changed after that. Rather than being a single-woman guy, he completely changed to A flirt. He now loved the company of lot of girls. Due to his small size, every girl trated him like a brother. But some other have other views. The name was Akansha.

 

She was a R-branded girl, from the college boys, who can be seen with any of the boys who can pay for her, and even do some cheeky things. We couldn't understand his new interest. So, we asked him to which he replied that once he'd loved a nice girl, now he's just using a new girl to feel over her. We understood that this time he's not going to fall in love, rather he will just use her and leave her.

 

Same thing happened, he's with her for few months, and then she ditched him, or he ditchd him no one knows. But we know that he'd choosen a new girl for him. He'd become a monkey, who jump from one girl to another.

 

Nice and good for him. Hope he continued doing this and keep enjoying his life.

A U-Turn in Life

My parents says if a relation starts at an early age, surely their is more chance of failure, because when the real life shows its monstruous picture, the relationship can't prevail that, and the relationship breaks.

I continue exactly from where i ended in my last blog. Two love buds can't resist, and the unhealthy kiss occured.

Now, they ended their Class10th with a gentle kiss.

But the life doesn't end here, and God lead them both in the same school for +2, to which their love blossomed to its extremity, the sex also happened. They were known to be a very pretty pair. But then Sunil got selected in Engineering field, and she took medical field, and was doing graduation from a local college. But the love inside Sunil didn't changed. He used to call him still for 4-5hrs, thanks to new Reliance Plan. 

But as we say, the distance in relationship dammaged the relationship.

Same thing happened and she started dating some new guy, who was a model. And she started talking less. And they felt apart. But he can't withstand it. So, he called her again. It was infront of us. We were the witness of the tragedy, when she officially dumped him. 

Actually, when he called, she gave a normal reply, this encouraged him to talk longer, but after sometime, a boy called him and told him so much bad words, that we became out of rage. And then for the whole night and from different number, we called him and told him all the bad words, we knew, not leaving his mother and sister.

But Sunil's condition was not right. he's crying the whole night. But in the morning, a new Sunil came out, who became endulging with so many girls.

Actually, now he is the Krishna Kanhaiya of our batch. If you've to find him, go look for the meet of girls. 

his life has been ups and down after then. Read his further life in my next blog.

The Day She Kissed

Actually, this is an incident of one of my oriya room mate, who became a nice friend during my engineering days. But the incident is his school days, which he usually talk to us.

 

He's a nice student, and a laborious student. So, he became very popular among teachers. Everyone want to take help from him. She was not an exception either. Her name, Chinu .She was a cute and nice girl. Her initial attempt was just to use Sunil, and get good marks. So, she made friendship with him. But after four year of nice friendship, something was surely on the cards.

 

They came closer to each other. Both talked to each other for nearly whole day, and most of night. So, an attraction, and a strong bond was established between them. And they fall in love, when they're in Class10, too early age for love. But, thats the reality.

 

But when the school days were over, and the school closed for pre-final exams. They missed each of them very much. The talking on the phone still continued. And when they met together again in the school, she ran towards him, and hugged him so tight, and took him to the bathroom corridor, and kissed him very tightly, on the lips. His first lip-lock. Unimaginally, in so early age. 

 

And what happened next, read my incoming blog next.