Hello guys. I am back again. One of my readers told me that if I continue writing like this, that too about girls, I am sure I am not gaining anything, but going to lose a lot. I will lose all my male readers it seems. A study tells that males are very jealous of other males’ success. That too importantly if it is in the field of having girls around them. So even if girls are ditching you, their proximity to you is killing them. So better now, stop the stories of girls in your life. And really I gave it a thought, and found that the responses have decreased like hell. Even when my editors confirm that the writing style and content has become so much polished now. So may be it’s time to listen to this well wisher, and stop my stories on girls. Neither that this is some publicity stunt, nor have the stories of girls dried up, but still I will just take a break from that. And this piece will be dedicated to all my male friends. J
First scene, it’s your birthday today. You are away from your home. Friends have lined up to wish you. They are all forcing you to give a big treat. You all together enjoy it. You have tremendous fun. Second scene, it’s your birthday today and you are at your home. From morning the affection and blessings showered on you by your family members are immeasurable. Mummy will be all set to prepare all those special dishes, which you like, even when dad has a bad tongue for them. Their eyes always pouring love on you, may not be as fun-filled as scene one, but surely lot more comfortable and satisfying to our heart. The protection and support which we get back at home will be always missing elsewhere. I am sure you guys know it; IPL is in South Africa this time, and not back home. L
This year I had made up my mind that however it is, I will go to watch at least three matches in stadium. Last year, we, a group of ten people had gone to see the match between Bangalore and Hyderabad. Those people had reached before us, and never kept seats for us. * Finally, we three were isolated in a place, but the fun was immense. Last over, and Kumble was bowling it. Hyderabad still needed twenty runs to win. Two huge sixes had turned the way the match was poised. Six needed of two balls. Another big hit and it would have been all over. I could hear the advices given by so many people around, in Kannada, English, and Hindi. Single off next ball, and Bangar was off strike. Kumble saved further blushes and we won finally by 3 runs. Even when we were not able to see the players so clearly, the environment there was so much electrifying. All of us had a feeling that it was because of our cheering up and encouragement that we won the match, and we should be given man of the match, instead of Praveen Kumar. I could feel those goose bumps when that situation has arrived. I was just thrilled. But this year, those all plans were washed into the gutter. Some political drama, and some hustle and bustle, and IPL moved to South Africa. I can not even dream of attending IPL2 now. Onsite opportunity can be the only way, but I am too distant from that also. They are not willing to send me to Nepal also; South Africa is a dream in the day.
Like all other big events, IPL2 also was full of different controversies. Shuffling and reshuffling of schedules didn’t help. Loss of Modi in RCA elections, and indifference between the BJP ruled and Congress ruled states made sure that the IPL2 and Lok sabha polls are not feasible together, due to security reasons, mind it. But there was no other better window available to hold this, so was shifted to South Africa. Next headlines were the old love story between Saurav Ganguly and Australian coaches. John Buchanan, Kolkata Knight Riders coach, came with a new idea of having multiple captains. This was just a stunt to remove Dada from the captaincy, and they couldn’t have done it at Eden Gardens. So it was a great opportunity from them, and they did it. Brendon McCullum is the new captain. Similar thing happened in Bangalore too, but Mallya was frank with Dravid, and that seemed to be genuine. Then king Khan, the owner attacked the criticism of Sunil Gavaskar, the legend, and even advised him to own a franchise, and give his inputs there. Clearly, money was speaking here, and he understood it very soon and apologized for the same.
A great dinner party on the eve of IPL kick-off, great carnival planned, and scantily dressed Mandira Bedi, who assured that she will get her woolen clothes from suitcase, because it was very cold there, marked the opening of IPL2. Two matches on the first day, followed by a formal opening ceremony were held. In first match, Sachin Tendulkar held up his nerves and guided his team Mumbai Indians to a win against last year runners up, Chennai. In second match under lights, there was a bigger upset, when Royal Bangalore thrashed champions Rajasthan Royals in a royal encounter. Bangalore started on a sad note, and somehow posted a respectful total thanks to Dravid alone. As if he was playing to prove a point. And after he got to his half century, the way he rejoiced, and his gesture was enough to tell that he was pointing his bat to no other than Vijay Mallya. Later in bowling department, also we were looking charged up. Kumble who has best bowling figures for India in test (against Pakistan) and ODI’s ( 6-12 against WI) continued the trend, and achieved the hat trick of best figure in all three formats. He took 5/5 and the lower order perished under him. Even when Jesse could not do much with his bat, chances are bright after having an all rounder like him in ranks. So, the Rajasthan was down on the mats and we won by whopping seventy-five runs. Hurray. Great chances to book a top four birth this time. J
There is always a big discussion that if T20 is good in the interest of game or not. Test matches can never lose its class. But life has become so fast, and competitive that it’s tough for people to catch it on all five days. Still there is a craze, for ashes tour, or down under tour, or even all other tours where Indians go overseas. ODI’s also never lost its stature. What they are losing is just fan following, that too from stadium. But T20 is like a boon in disguise in current day scenario. Just around four hours, and you can get every worth of your penny. Entertainment factor is also taken care of. Great music between the over’s, and hot cheerleaders jumping in almost nothing, makes this a fun event. There are a few people who discuss about these cheerleaders more, next day on breakfast table, than the game. Hmmm. He is reading it. He he he.
But it’s really bad when we are doing the prostitution of this fun-filled game too. They have introduced a 7-1/2 min break after every ten over’s of match, calling it as strategy break. In fact this break is used to have a bigger business, by attracting the multimedia people and offering those time slots, so that they can air the project. They told that a part of this amount will be given under charity, that was also a different business altogether. That break can change the tempo of team as well as the spectators. We have already seen this in the match of Punjab and Delhi. The moods of teams were different after the break. I am not sure if it’s good for game, but I think it’s ruining the fun.
Teams are looking good this IPL, with new faces in. Australia seems to play like a nanny’s role. They have advised most of the players to avoid IPL, named others in their squad, even when they are injured, and people like Shaun Tait, have been told to move out in last minute. Maybe they want to save their exposure before T20 World Cup. Good strategy, all the best. Top four teams should be Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore and Chennai. Korbo, lorbo, haarbo re should come at last. Deccan at fifth position, Mohall at sixth and Rajasthan at seventh, is my prediction. One good thing that these organizers have done is to retain the telecast timings of the matches. We can still come out of office and watch the fun, on TV (L) at least. The oldies like Sachin, Dravid and Kumble doing well has given a hint that this IPL, experience will matter. Pitches are going to help bowlers too, not like previous IPL where bowlers were treated like Slum dog Millionaires (Slum dog because of their treatment on field, and millionaires because what they had earned).J
The only other difference I can see from IPL version 1.0 is, that this time, they are forced to attract spectator and lure them to see the match. In India, they never had to do that at least. People were themselves so much crazy about this. They were requesting for more tickets in fact. This is a country where cricket is a religion, and Sachin is god (national) and Dada is god (local) too. Here you don’t have to remind people about cricket, yeah you may have to stop them from doing so. Hope IPL3 is back to India, and I can fulfill my dreams of 3 matches in stadium.
By the time I finished this blog, Delhi beat Punjab in rain-affected match, and Hyderabad whitewashed Kolkata. Bangalore waiting for return leg with Chennai like last year. J And yeah, MAN U lost in FA cup semifinal. Their dreams of quintuple gone, but never mind it. Even when Chelsea fans can be happy for a moment, let me tell you, there were 8 non regular players in the team. J. And still they dragged it till penalty shoot out. And because of two regular players, they eventually lost it. Huh. Non regulars were better for FA platform. Sir Alex, better luck next time. This time, lets be happy with quadruple. J
*The story’s different and exaggerated version by one who was among those seven who never kept a seat for us:
"Last year, we, a group of ten people had gone to see the match between Bangalore and Hyderabad. Three of them reached 2 hours prior to the game and tried to hold some seats for rest all. But after seeing a group of local guys almost tearing into 2 other guys for trying to hold one seat, they came to a conclusion that this wasn't a great idea. They had to hold seats for 7 of the remaining guys!! And cramping a single girl in between that space with those local guys around didn't sound cool either. The other 4 reached a good half hour before the match and got hold of some remaining good seats. And then the 3 of them (including me). Yap. As usual they came Royally late. Just in time for the match. And expected others to have kept some good seats for them! But luckily they got some because of one big hearted guy (what a joke), who at least held off a few people to get them 3 seats. Finally, we three were isolated in a place. The other 4 in a better place. And the remaining 3 in the best place possible. Right above the cheerleaders!! Can you believe that! And yap. The fun was immense. For us too. :( "
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Pillars of Success/Failure
Hi guys!!! I am back. First, I am sorry for breaking the sequence. It was a pre-decided space for some other topic. But last weekend forced a thought in my so called brain, and I am bound to write on this. Let me introduce you to this mostly criticized community, who are applauded for every success we gain, and also are held responsible for our dire straits. This community is friends. FRI-end provides us with Fun, Respect and Integrity, and without them it’s just the end. The pain is understood by only those who are alone. Am I a loner? No ways…give me a break. I have a handful of friends, and few showcase pieces among them.
Back to main theme. I thought of writing this blog as a tribute to my guru of blog writing, Mr. Chetan Bhagat. I was impressed with his piece “Five point someone” so much that I can’t express. In this weekend I read “One night @ call center”. Most of my friends who have read this, including Miss X had told that this book is not so interesting. That had only kept me away from reading this. Also I was not getting the proper copy of the book, which I got this weekend (Thanks AV). I felt that this book also had a nice flow and it was interesting too. I think everyone was comparing this with his previous piece, which was a masterpiece, so negative comments. About that guru thing, I was not very well versed with this foreign language before and was just able to communicate somehow. Understanding was never a problem; just that communication was little low. My few friends used to laugh at me, telling me Hindi medium and all (they still tease meL), but I never lost hope and kept learning. The day I read this guy’s book, I was shocked. It was nowhere filled with jargons and all. It was so simple from head to toe, still so interesting. I got courage and my heart back, and after few initiatives, this blogger was born. Let us talk about the “One night @ call center”. I will try my best not to make it a spoiler. Analyzing a book with your own life is a great feeling as well as a tight slap. Let us find how it turns out for us.
Artiste:
Shyam () – hero of the book
Esha – aspiring to be a model
Priyanka - Ex girlfriend of Shyam
Radhika – married girl
Vroom – youngest member of group
Bakshi – the boss of all 5 above
Introduction:
The story revolves mainly around these six people. Shyam is the hard working guy. Aspiring guy he is, waiting for his promotion, to be promoted to a Lead’s job. But he is badly manipulated by his boss, Mr. Bakshi. He makes him do all his work, maybe important and unimportant, and takes the credit himself. But Shyam is very tolerant, not like Vroom, who cannot stand such attitude from his boss. Esha is a modern girl, who is aspiring to head into fashion world. For that she goes to the extreme of losing her morality also, but later she gets hurt a lot. Vroom is interested in her, but she gives preference to her career first. Next in list is Radhika, who is married in a conservative family. In spite of her all ambitions, forgotten one, she is trying to settle in that family where her mother-in-law always sulks and complains to her husband, and even the guy has blind faith towards his mom. Further she comes to know that the guy is having an affair outside his marriage, and it breaks her. Then comes Priyanka; she likes Shyam, but her mom is willing that she should be with someone well settled and not with a mediocre call center guy which she understands well. Finally comes, the boss who is a real boss (like fattu and Steve Jobs). I gave you details about him above only.
Plot:
The story goes like this, all five of them have some problems of their own, and they look little dejected in life. They all go out to hang out, and while coming back; they meet with some kind of accident where there is a very faint chance of survival. Suddenly they receive a call from God who says that He can save them from this situation, if only they promise that they will help themselves to come out of this dejected situation. God will also tell Shyam that the root cause of his deterioration is lack of his own self-confidence. And then advised him to do what is best. Similarly he discussed about everyone else. They all agree, and God saved them. Finally they come back and re-decided their lives, and do according to that. They all together give a good lesson to Mr. Bakshi that he will remember throughout his life. Priyanka falls for Shyam again and she tells that it is important for her to take the biggest decision in her life, taking in mind what is the best for her. By that time our hero had gained his self confidence and self respect. He declines and goes off. And later he realizes his mistake, runs behind Priyanka and begs her to forgive him for showing the attitude and they are happy together.
I don’t know all good books and bad movies (especially bollywood movies) have a happy ending. But again this gives a positive thought that if it’s still not happening well with us then, ‘picture abhi banki hai mere dost’. Anyways, throughout this book, the most interesting thing which I found was the friendship and bond amongst people. Even when they may not like each other a lot, they were never reluctant to help each other. I am sure, each one of us will when read it, can visualize at least a person in our own life. And that gives a real kick to read it in a stretch and non-stop.
I found a few characters in my life too. Listen guys, I am the blogger here, so it has to be my story. So the main character Shyam was overlapping in my real life so many times. So was Mr. Bakshi. Those who know me in office might know about Mr. Fattu aka Steve Jobs. I have lost counts, how many times he has used me and shamelessly told in front of me also that it was his idea, or he guided me to do so, when I had put my heart out. So like Shyam, I am also in the same place where I was almost 3 years back. And this recession period confirms that I have to stay for little more time. Then there is Priyanka too. She cited her own choices and reasons to part off with me. I was not as lucky as Shyam in this case to get her back. But I did get a moral boost to my so called self-samman and aatm-respect. I just have that feeling that I was never a loser; yeah she might have lost someone precious in her life. And yes, I am not so desperate like Shyam too. Even if she comes back, my answer will be a no only; attitude, as if she is gonna come back in your life. I know she will not come back, just giving strength to myself to make myself fit to recruit someone for post vacated by Priyanka.
Many years back, it was a cold Saturday afternoon when I was discussing with my friend about the empty periods which we were going to have next week. This dashing girl, my Priyanka, came and asked something about the same to my friend and not me, and it was me who jumped and answered. She gave a sweet smile, and went, and left me half-dead. Later my friend did kick me that why I jumped and answered, when she had asked him. If he would have answered, she would have been his girl. So I was a traitor in initial phase of our friendship only it seems. That was the first time I had spoken to her, even when she never spoke to me. ;-)
Slowly we started to come close to each other, and it was a hot topic to discuss everywhere. Guy like me got a girlfriend, was a big headache for my friends and roomies as they were much more experienced in this field, and had tried their luck minimum thousand times, but never succeeded. I was on so called cloud nine. Whenever I was in any kind of problem, I always used to find her besides me. And I was anyways always besides her, be it problem time or happy time. We just relished each other’s presence. I used to get a different kind of force in her presence. Be it in sports field, or studies, the urge to do better in front of her made me get success, and within a few days, from a normal and quiet person, I was a star. We never crossed any limits and standards set by the society. In fact we were never bothered about that. It was sufficient for us, if we were able to see each other daily. I had wished to spend my whole life with her, and had vomited this idea to few closest friends of mine. Thank god, they didn’t vomit elsewhere. I never proposed her, but her eyes used to tell me everything. I had read somewhere, eyes don’t lie. But yes, they do create illusions.
I never understood what happened and why happened, but it did happen one day, when we came out together again. Not for any fun this time, but to part off. This was one of the toughest days of my life. But I never knew that upcoming days will be tougher, when I have to see her, still have no such feelings. I really don’t understand how girls are so strong in such things. Otherwise for small things also, tears used to roll out. But she was a completely changed person after that day. As if never anything had happened. I feel these girls are more determined to do something. If any girl asks me what is the shortest way to a man’s heart? I will tell, take a knife, open up his chest and reach till heart. I was feeling the same way, as if I was opened up on an operation theatre and I could feel the pain. Thanks to my roomies, and Devdas movie, I thought of giving a try to that also. ‘Kaun kambakht bardashtkarne ke liye peeta hai, hum to peete hain ke Paro err… Priyanka ko bhula saken’. But I will be always thankful to God. He gave me a taste bud which never liked beer, and I couldn’t accomplish the role of Devdas. My other friends (not roomies) also helped me to come out of this. J
That time I did kick myself that why I had to jump and answer to her that day. But that was in the destiny. If not that day, some other day, some other time, some other topic, but the same smile would have left me half-dead. So I never had a choice. Once bitten, always shy. First time heart attack, a person can survive; but second time it can be fatal and lethal. That’s why I am roaming with guys these days, and not because I am a gay or I don’t like to flirt, ok. But as Priyanka Gandhi said, ‘never say never’ and ‘never it’s late’. I am back in the field with new enthuisiasm. He he he. :D
We will come back to this book now. In few places the representation of friendship is so clear to me that I feel myself to be standing in that place. One of the best lines which I found here – ‘Few people get to hit their boss, but those who do it will tell that it’s better than s**’. Frankly till now I am ignorant about the both phenomenon, but I can bet that after seeing Mr. Fattu, the definition of pleasure is underlined on giving a big thrash to him, and all of them who worked under him will agree with me on that.
In short, I was very happy with this book also. The way he had done research about the minute things also, and the simple way in which he has presented it. The entire thing seems to be like a movie in front of your eyes. By movie I remembered, I have to go and watch Hello now and check out how good they have done, or they have completely spoiled it. So the book review ends here, and with aashirwaad of my guru, my blogs will keep on rolling, if u guys keep providing me topics of course.
Back to main theme. I thought of writing this blog as a tribute to my guru of blog writing, Mr. Chetan Bhagat. I was impressed with his piece “Five point someone” so much that I can’t express. In this weekend I read “One night @ call center”. Most of my friends who have read this, including Miss X had told that this book is not so interesting. That had only kept me away from reading this. Also I was not getting the proper copy of the book, which I got this weekend (Thanks AV). I felt that this book also had a nice flow and it was interesting too. I think everyone was comparing this with his previous piece, which was a masterpiece, so negative comments. About that guru thing, I was not very well versed with this foreign language before and was just able to communicate somehow. Understanding was never a problem; just that communication was little low. My few friends used to laugh at me, telling me Hindi medium and all (they still tease meL), but I never lost hope and kept learning. The day I read this guy’s book, I was shocked. It was nowhere filled with jargons and all. It was so simple from head to toe, still so interesting. I got courage and my heart back, and after few initiatives, this blogger was born. Let us talk about the “One night @ call center”. I will try my best not to make it a spoiler. Analyzing a book with your own life is a great feeling as well as a tight slap. Let us find how it turns out for us.
Artiste:
Shyam () – hero of the book
Esha – aspiring to be a model
Priyanka - Ex girlfriend of Shyam
Radhika – married girl
Vroom – youngest member of group
Bakshi – the boss of all 5 above
Introduction:
The story revolves mainly around these six people. Shyam is the hard working guy. Aspiring guy he is, waiting for his promotion, to be promoted to a Lead’s job. But he is badly manipulated by his boss, Mr. Bakshi. He makes him do all his work, maybe important and unimportant, and takes the credit himself. But Shyam is very tolerant, not like Vroom, who cannot stand such attitude from his boss. Esha is a modern girl, who is aspiring to head into fashion world. For that she goes to the extreme of losing her morality also, but later she gets hurt a lot. Vroom is interested in her, but she gives preference to her career first. Next in list is Radhika, who is married in a conservative family. In spite of her all ambitions, forgotten one, she is trying to settle in that family where her mother-in-law always sulks and complains to her husband, and even the guy has blind faith towards his mom. Further she comes to know that the guy is having an affair outside his marriage, and it breaks her. Then comes Priyanka; she likes Shyam, but her mom is willing that she should be with someone well settled and not with a mediocre call center guy which she understands well. Finally comes, the boss who is a real boss (like fattu and Steve Jobs). I gave you details about him above only.
Plot:
The story goes like this, all five of them have some problems of their own, and they look little dejected in life. They all go out to hang out, and while coming back; they meet with some kind of accident where there is a very faint chance of survival. Suddenly they receive a call from God who says that He can save them from this situation, if only they promise that they will help themselves to come out of this dejected situation. God will also tell Shyam that the root cause of his deterioration is lack of his own self-confidence. And then advised him to do what is best. Similarly he discussed about everyone else. They all agree, and God saved them. Finally they come back and re-decided their lives, and do according to that. They all together give a good lesson to Mr. Bakshi that he will remember throughout his life. Priyanka falls for Shyam again and she tells that it is important for her to take the biggest decision in her life, taking in mind what is the best for her. By that time our hero had gained his self confidence and self respect. He declines and goes off. And later he realizes his mistake, runs behind Priyanka and begs her to forgive him for showing the attitude and they are happy together.
I don’t know all good books and bad movies (especially bollywood movies) have a happy ending. But again this gives a positive thought that if it’s still not happening well with us then, ‘picture abhi banki hai mere dost’. Anyways, throughout this book, the most interesting thing which I found was the friendship and bond amongst people. Even when they may not like each other a lot, they were never reluctant to help each other. I am sure, each one of us will when read it, can visualize at least a person in our own life. And that gives a real kick to read it in a stretch and non-stop.
I found a few characters in my life too. Listen guys, I am the blogger here, so it has to be my story. So the main character Shyam was overlapping in my real life so many times. So was Mr. Bakshi. Those who know me in office might know about Mr. Fattu aka Steve Jobs. I have lost counts, how many times he has used me and shamelessly told in front of me also that it was his idea, or he guided me to do so, when I had put my heart out. So like Shyam, I am also in the same place where I was almost 3 years back. And this recession period confirms that I have to stay for little more time. Then there is Priyanka too. She cited her own choices and reasons to part off with me. I was not as lucky as Shyam in this case to get her back. But I did get a moral boost to my so called self-samman and aatm-respect. I just have that feeling that I was never a loser; yeah she might have lost someone precious in her life. And yes, I am not so desperate like Shyam too. Even if she comes back, my answer will be a no only; attitude, as if she is gonna come back in your life. I know she will not come back, just giving strength to myself to make myself fit to recruit someone for post vacated by Priyanka.
Many years back, it was a cold Saturday afternoon when I was discussing with my friend about the empty periods which we were going to have next week. This dashing girl, my Priyanka, came and asked something about the same to my friend and not me, and it was me who jumped and answered. She gave a sweet smile, and went, and left me half-dead. Later my friend did kick me that why I jumped and answered, when she had asked him. If he would have answered, she would have been his girl. So I was a traitor in initial phase of our friendship only it seems. That was the first time I had spoken to her, even when she never spoke to me. ;-)
Slowly we started to come close to each other, and it was a hot topic to discuss everywhere. Guy like me got a girlfriend, was a big headache for my friends and roomies as they were much more experienced in this field, and had tried their luck minimum thousand times, but never succeeded. I was on so called cloud nine. Whenever I was in any kind of problem, I always used to find her besides me. And I was anyways always besides her, be it problem time or happy time. We just relished each other’s presence. I used to get a different kind of force in her presence. Be it in sports field, or studies, the urge to do better in front of her made me get success, and within a few days, from a normal and quiet person, I was a star. We never crossed any limits and standards set by the society. In fact we were never bothered about that. It was sufficient for us, if we were able to see each other daily. I had wished to spend my whole life with her, and had vomited this idea to few closest friends of mine. Thank god, they didn’t vomit elsewhere. I never proposed her, but her eyes used to tell me everything. I had read somewhere, eyes don’t lie. But yes, they do create illusions.
I never understood what happened and why happened, but it did happen one day, when we came out together again. Not for any fun this time, but to part off. This was one of the toughest days of my life. But I never knew that upcoming days will be tougher, when I have to see her, still have no such feelings. I really don’t understand how girls are so strong in such things. Otherwise for small things also, tears used to roll out. But she was a completely changed person after that day. As if never anything had happened. I feel these girls are more determined to do something. If any girl asks me what is the shortest way to a man’s heart? I will tell, take a knife, open up his chest and reach till heart. I was feeling the same way, as if I was opened up on an operation theatre and I could feel the pain. Thanks to my roomies, and Devdas movie, I thought of giving a try to that also. ‘Kaun kambakht bardashtkarne ke liye peeta hai, hum to peete hain ke Paro err… Priyanka ko bhula saken’. But I will be always thankful to God. He gave me a taste bud which never liked beer, and I couldn’t accomplish the role of Devdas. My other friends (not roomies) also helped me to come out of this. J
That time I did kick myself that why I had to jump and answer to her that day. But that was in the destiny. If not that day, some other day, some other time, some other topic, but the same smile would have left me half-dead. So I never had a choice. Once bitten, always shy. First time heart attack, a person can survive; but second time it can be fatal and lethal. That’s why I am roaming with guys these days, and not because I am a gay or I don’t like to flirt, ok. But as Priyanka Gandhi said, ‘never say never’ and ‘never it’s late’. I am back in the field with new enthuisiasm. He he he. :D
We will come back to this book now. In few places the representation of friendship is so clear to me that I feel myself to be standing in that place. One of the best lines which I found here – ‘Few people get to hit their boss, but those who do it will tell that it’s better than s**’. Frankly till now I am ignorant about the both phenomenon, but I can bet that after seeing Mr. Fattu, the definition of pleasure is underlined on giving a big thrash to him, and all of them who worked under him will agree with me on that.
In short, I was very happy with this book also. The way he had done research about the minute things also, and the simple way in which he has presented it. The entire thing seems to be like a movie in front of your eyes. By movie I remembered, I have to go and watch Hello now and check out how good they have done, or they have completely spoiled it. So the book review ends here, and with aashirwaad of my guru, my blogs will keep on rolling, if u guys keep providing me topics of course.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The Final Encounter Returns(Rise of my emotions)
Hi friends. So finally I landed in my native town. The very next day was cousin bro’s marriage. I was too much tired from last two journeys. So as soon as I reached my uncle’s house, I slept off for almost 6-8 hours.
To continue with my story, at this stage I had got my sixth sense telling me that listen dude, it’s not all over yet; there is something more to come. I thought about my experiences with X and Y. I was thinking that those two were so different in nature. I just asked myself, if I am going to witness something interesting and something fresh again. I had no answer at that moment, but I knew that coming time will tell everything. I was eagerly waiting for this new dimension, our Z axis. I don’t have much to tell about her. Anyways in mathematical figure also Z axis is represented by broken line (in dots).
A guy’s life is indeed full of struggle. First of all, he struggles to find a girlfriend for himself. He spends his time, money, efforts, respect and many other things for this mission. Everything cumulative is more than enough even for climbing Mount Everest. Few of them achieve the feminine ending. Few those who are still thirsty start afresh from day zero with a new test case. For them struggle continues, but that doesn’t mean that the misery ends for the former who achieved success. After little time, you will find the same lucky person, struggling to get rid of his old girlfriend. So our struggle has no boundaries. From searching a girlfriend, till searching a new girlfriend, and searching more, until get married, is the life time of this struggle. Anyway, after marriage you get used to it, and accept that struggle and your wife both. (Inputs from my few just married friends).
My case was little different but. Yes, I tried my best to search a girlfriend for myself, but I was never able to come out of that first level and taste the success. Over and over again, I went to the well, but every time came back thirsty. (Now I’m waiting for some well to come to me ;-)). But still I was able to get the environment of second level. I still confirm that I don’t have any girlfriend. But don’t know if my good luck, or bad luck; there is a girl in my native place, who boasts that I am her boyfriend. I will not take her name here, or else if she reads, she will call me again and scold me. Save me guys!!! Anyway, whenever I go to native place, I go with two aims; to meet almost all of my relatives, and to save myself from her beautiful eyes. It’s very tough as I am her next door neighbor. This time I reached my place early in the morning, so she never noticed and I kept my first aim aside, and thought to concentrate on the latter only. I had to spend 3 days there. Out of that day2 was marriage day, and day3 afternoon I had to come back. So it was only day1 which was the genuine problem.
Phew, this took me entire three paragraphs to tell you guys that why I slept for 6-8 hours, after I reached my place. Anyways, I was saved. Next day, one of my other cousin brothers came to accompany me for the marriage function. We reached the cousin bro’s village at around 11am. Here one more surprise was awaiting me. My bro’s marriage was fixed in my own native village. I had mixed emotions. Happy because, even in this short time frame I will be able to pay a visit to my native village; sad because, I will not be able to have much fun there, as everyone knows me there, and any fun which can cross the limit will be nicely reported to my family in Aaj Tak style (with spice and curry). Anyways, there are several rituals, to be followed. Finally, at around 8 pm in night, we headed for our native village, where marriage function was planned, and then to come back with Bhabhi from there. It was around 9.30pm when we reached there. We received a warm welcome, accompanied with great snacks. Everyone there did comment on me, that since I am from this place only, so I should be taking part on the behalf of both the parties. So in case there is any work, I should not hesitate to get up for that. I cursed myself and my bro, that why he couldn’t find any other place to marry. I was told to go and attend near the marriage place and help people if anything needed. Only family members and known people are allowed there near marriage place. I was the privileged person. I reached there and started to witness, how a helpless goat (my bro) is tied to the same rope which ties a lioness (my Bhabhi) on other end. We have a ritual where groom’s shoes will be stolen by his sisters-in-law, and he will have to empty his pockets to get them back. So I had been told to take care of bro’s sandals and in case they try to steal, let them to, but to locate the hiding place to retrieve it later. It was after ages that I was attending a marriage ceremony. I was very happy to understand the job, and was ready for that. I was chosen for that as it was my village, and I was known to people and places.
Anyway, as rituals went by, so did my guarding. Suddenly I saw 3 girls coming. Out of them one, who was fully clad in red, our own Miss Z, picked up his sandals and went off. I slowly followed her. Darkness helped me a lot in doing that. And I was feeling myself like some great detective aka Sherlock Holmes. I felt that reading all those books of Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, Byomkesh, and Feluda during office hours became fruitful today. Finally we reached the destination, they kept the sandals. Then they turned back, and then I saw that girl in red for the first time.
“Dekhi Lakh Lakh Pardesi Gal, Nobody just like my Desi gal”. “Who is the hottest gal in the world?”, “Oye Desi Gal”.
I did one silent hat off to Karan Johar for putting such appropriate song in his movie. She was not the most beautiful girl in the world. But somehow her one view was enough to catch your eyes, and make it tough for your eyes to look elsewhere. I followed her back to the marriage hall. She went inside, and I was dying to have a glimpse of her. I used up all my tricks, but somehow failed, as she had entered the restricted zone, which was meant for ladies only. In between she came out once, and then I cannot but smile on my good luck. Just in time, one old person was introducing me to others, telling about my father’s naughtiness in childhood, and that I was equally famous then, and that I’m the cousin bro of the groom which she overheard.
Grapes are not always sour. After some time I was called inside. Some 5-6 girls were there. I knew 2-3 of them. I used to play with them in my childhood. They all started to interview me. I was not so tensed, while doing my IIM interview also. I was feeling as if one wrong answer can ruin my life. Anyways, from interview they came down on to teasing me and pulling my leg. They were all shocked to know that I don’t have a girl friend. Then Z introduced herself to me. She was the younger sister of Bhabhi. While telling that she was feeling shy so much as if she was speaking to a guy for the first time. But anyway, she was so simple, and her attitude and her sweetness had impressed me to the core. From that time, she never left me alone, and was always with me, explaining all the rituals in between, which I was unable to understand. She always stuck to me as if she was my shadow. So much that even Bhabhi saw that and called her and they did some whispering in each other’s ears, and shared a big laugh. I could guess what they could have discussed, and I enjoyed it more (Blush). Then we both went and had dinner together. In fact she was serving for me, and then I told her also to sit and have with me (Not in the same plate u dreamers).
Then we chatted about our lives for another one hour or so, while marriage was going on. We exchanged our phone numbers, and also promised each other that we will communicate once in a while. It was around 2.30 pm that marriage rituals got over. Finally bhaiya got up and came outside. He came out and searched for his sandals. He was then surrounded by all those 5-6 girls and they started demanding money in the exchange of return of his sandals. Bhaiya looked at me, and I happily announced that I know where the sandals are and will get them soon. I went, searched, and was shocked to see that sandals were missing from that place. After around 5 minutes I came back empty handed. Seeing me so, those 5-6 girls started laughing like some mad cows, and started congratulating each other. Suddenly as if the dark clouds were off, and I could understand everything. Everything what had happened, and what I had done was planned. I was not a detective, alas, I was a victim. Victim of a big conspiracy done by these girls. Miss Z had captivated me with her, and meantime they were able to change the location. Not that much only, they never left me alone, so that I can find this out till last moment. They were laughing their hearts out and I was searching for a place to hide my face. I understood what Z had discussed with Bhabhi was about this plan and not about something that I had to blush. The phone number which she had given me, that also was phony.
“Lut gayee, Lut gayee sari country. Ishq da gali wich NO ENTRY”.
Thank god, marriage was over and we didn’t have to stay for long. Bhaiya emptied his pocket for his sandals. We came and sat in our car. She was feeling little sad now, maybe thinking that she had hurt me. Maybe she wanted to talk to me, but I had to prove that I am the one who wears pant (cough cough). I never turned back and had a look. I was sad for all that happened to me, and that I could have been more cautious. But after all, this tour had lessons and one positive point for me. The number which I gave her, at least was not phony. Hurrrray. Waiting for her call now. J
That’s all guys. Now you guys tell me. Doesn’t it seem like as if those three girls are from three different planets? They had hardly anything common among their nature. That’s why I called them the 3D dimensions. J Do you guys agree with me?
To continue with my story, at this stage I had got my sixth sense telling me that listen dude, it’s not all over yet; there is something more to come. I thought about my experiences with X and Y. I was thinking that those two were so different in nature. I just asked myself, if I am going to witness something interesting and something fresh again. I had no answer at that moment, but I knew that coming time will tell everything. I was eagerly waiting for this new dimension, our Z axis. I don’t have much to tell about her. Anyways in mathematical figure also Z axis is represented by broken line (in dots).
A guy’s life is indeed full of struggle. First of all, he struggles to find a girlfriend for himself. He spends his time, money, efforts, respect and many other things for this mission. Everything cumulative is more than enough even for climbing Mount Everest. Few of them achieve the feminine ending. Few those who are still thirsty start afresh from day zero with a new test case. For them struggle continues, but that doesn’t mean that the misery ends for the former who achieved success. After little time, you will find the same lucky person, struggling to get rid of his old girlfriend. So our struggle has no boundaries. From searching a girlfriend, till searching a new girlfriend, and searching more, until get married, is the life time of this struggle. Anyway, after marriage you get used to it, and accept that struggle and your wife both. (Inputs from my few just married friends).
My case was little different but. Yes, I tried my best to search a girlfriend for myself, but I was never able to come out of that first level and taste the success. Over and over again, I went to the well, but every time came back thirsty. (Now I’m waiting for some well to come to me ;-)). But still I was able to get the environment of second level. I still confirm that I don’t have any girlfriend. But don’t know if my good luck, or bad luck; there is a girl in my native place, who boasts that I am her boyfriend. I will not take her name here, or else if she reads, she will call me again and scold me. Save me guys!!! Anyway, whenever I go to native place, I go with two aims; to meet almost all of my relatives, and to save myself from her beautiful eyes. It’s very tough as I am her next door neighbor. This time I reached my place early in the morning, so she never noticed and I kept my first aim aside, and thought to concentrate on the latter only. I had to spend 3 days there. Out of that day2 was marriage day, and day3 afternoon I had to come back. So it was only day1 which was the genuine problem.
Phew, this took me entire three paragraphs to tell you guys that why I slept for 6-8 hours, after I reached my place. Anyways, I was saved. Next day, one of my other cousin brothers came to accompany me for the marriage function. We reached the cousin bro’s village at around 11am. Here one more surprise was awaiting me. My bro’s marriage was fixed in my own native village. I had mixed emotions. Happy because, even in this short time frame I will be able to pay a visit to my native village; sad because, I will not be able to have much fun there, as everyone knows me there, and any fun which can cross the limit will be nicely reported to my family in Aaj Tak style (with spice and curry). Anyways, there are several rituals, to be followed. Finally, at around 8 pm in night, we headed for our native village, where marriage function was planned, and then to come back with Bhabhi from there. It was around 9.30pm when we reached there. We received a warm welcome, accompanied with great snacks. Everyone there did comment on me, that since I am from this place only, so I should be taking part on the behalf of both the parties. So in case there is any work, I should not hesitate to get up for that. I cursed myself and my bro, that why he couldn’t find any other place to marry. I was told to go and attend near the marriage place and help people if anything needed. Only family members and known people are allowed there near marriage place. I was the privileged person. I reached there and started to witness, how a helpless goat (my bro) is tied to the same rope which ties a lioness (my Bhabhi) on other end. We have a ritual where groom’s shoes will be stolen by his sisters-in-law, and he will have to empty his pockets to get them back. So I had been told to take care of bro’s sandals and in case they try to steal, let them to, but to locate the hiding place to retrieve it later. It was after ages that I was attending a marriage ceremony. I was very happy to understand the job, and was ready for that. I was chosen for that as it was my village, and I was known to people and places.
Anyway, as rituals went by, so did my guarding. Suddenly I saw 3 girls coming. Out of them one, who was fully clad in red, our own Miss Z, picked up his sandals and went off. I slowly followed her. Darkness helped me a lot in doing that. And I was feeling myself like some great detective aka Sherlock Holmes. I felt that reading all those books of Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie, Byomkesh, and Feluda during office hours became fruitful today. Finally we reached the destination, they kept the sandals. Then they turned back, and then I saw that girl in red for the first time.
“Dekhi Lakh Lakh Pardesi Gal, Nobody just like my Desi gal”. “Who is the hottest gal in the world?”, “Oye Desi Gal”.
I did one silent hat off to Karan Johar for putting such appropriate song in his movie. She was not the most beautiful girl in the world. But somehow her one view was enough to catch your eyes, and make it tough for your eyes to look elsewhere. I followed her back to the marriage hall. She went inside, and I was dying to have a glimpse of her. I used up all my tricks, but somehow failed, as she had entered the restricted zone, which was meant for ladies only. In between she came out once, and then I cannot but smile on my good luck. Just in time, one old person was introducing me to others, telling about my father’s naughtiness in childhood, and that I was equally famous then, and that I’m the cousin bro of the groom which she overheard.
Grapes are not always sour. After some time I was called inside. Some 5-6 girls were there. I knew 2-3 of them. I used to play with them in my childhood. They all started to interview me. I was not so tensed, while doing my IIM interview also. I was feeling as if one wrong answer can ruin my life. Anyways, from interview they came down on to teasing me and pulling my leg. They were all shocked to know that I don’t have a girl friend. Then Z introduced herself to me. She was the younger sister of Bhabhi. While telling that she was feeling shy so much as if she was speaking to a guy for the first time. But anyway, she was so simple, and her attitude and her sweetness had impressed me to the core. From that time, she never left me alone, and was always with me, explaining all the rituals in between, which I was unable to understand. She always stuck to me as if she was my shadow. So much that even Bhabhi saw that and called her and they did some whispering in each other’s ears, and shared a big laugh. I could guess what they could have discussed, and I enjoyed it more (Blush). Then we both went and had dinner together. In fact she was serving for me, and then I told her also to sit and have with me (Not in the same plate u dreamers).
Then we chatted about our lives for another one hour or so, while marriage was going on. We exchanged our phone numbers, and also promised each other that we will communicate once in a while. It was around 2.30 pm that marriage rituals got over. Finally bhaiya got up and came outside. He came out and searched for his sandals. He was then surrounded by all those 5-6 girls and they started demanding money in the exchange of return of his sandals. Bhaiya looked at me, and I happily announced that I know where the sandals are and will get them soon. I went, searched, and was shocked to see that sandals were missing from that place. After around 5 minutes I came back empty handed. Seeing me so, those 5-6 girls started laughing like some mad cows, and started congratulating each other. Suddenly as if the dark clouds were off, and I could understand everything. Everything what had happened, and what I had done was planned. I was not a detective, alas, I was a victim. Victim of a big conspiracy done by these girls. Miss Z had captivated me with her, and meantime they were able to change the location. Not that much only, they never left me alone, so that I can find this out till last moment. They were laughing their hearts out and I was searching for a place to hide my face. I understood what Z had discussed with Bhabhi was about this plan and not about something that I had to blush. The phone number which she had given me, that also was phony.
“Lut gayee, Lut gayee sari country. Ishq da gali wich NO ENTRY”.
Thank god, marriage was over and we didn’t have to stay for long. Bhaiya emptied his pocket for his sandals. We came and sat in our car. She was feeling little sad now, maybe thinking that she had hurt me. Maybe she wanted to talk to me, but I had to prove that I am the one who wears pant (cough cough). I never turned back and had a look. I was sad for all that happened to me, and that I could have been more cautious. But after all, this tour had lessons and one positive point for me. The number which I gave her, at least was not phony. Hurrrray. Waiting for her call now. J
That’s all guys. Now you guys tell me. Doesn’t it seem like as if those three girls are from three different planets? They had hardly anything common among their nature. That’s why I called them the 3D dimensions. J Do you guys agree with me?
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