Memory power

I don’t know the exact date or time when this happened may be few weeks back or moths or some years or so.I don’t even know in which class I was thenThe only thing I remember that I was irritated and fedup of my less marks in every exams. I used to study for the whole night every time 24x7 even till the last moment of the exam and in return I simply used to get 35 marks or so.My parents were well aware of this problem and thus my tension became their tension too.The only problem of mine was that I my memory power was too weak to remember stuffs. So my mom got a cure to this problem……a strange cure.She came to know about a hakim nearby who gave my mom a tonic or something that claimed to increase my memory power.My mom took the tonic and gave it to me.The tonic tasted like hell, if it was put into mouth of a dead body even he would have panicked.Being a obedient son I took that tonic and just before the night of my papers I took its first dose.This time instead of learning 3 chapters I learnt the whole book and when I revised I simply remembered everything.With full confidence this time I went to my exam center and got the question sheet but at the next moment what happened was that I did’nt remembered any of the answer.each and every question was from the same book I memorized last night but I did’nt remembered anything. Instead I remembered things written on a bus ,I remembered all the numbers of the vehicles I saw in my way to exam center and things written on the posters I saw, especially one of the posters which claimed to get back the old and lost sexual power,A quote written of a girl’s t-shirt “I have chip on my shoulder” Just because I kept watching that girl for quite a long time and many more things like that.For three hours I just kept struggling with super enhanced memory power and then I gave up being sure that this time I am not going to get even 35 marks.


Note:This is just a story :P

The Northi

Before starting this blog let me tell you what this term Northi means. Northi are those people who speak Hindi or any language generated from Hindi and are in the southern part of India due to some fuckin reason. Northi are those people who are considered as a parasite, ghuspaithiya etc etc in cities of south India and are forced to learn their regional or local language. The thing is that not all of the south Indians are like that but a part of them is responsible for so. The only exceptional people who don’t consider themselves as a part of North are Maharashtra people and the most funny thing is they are not considered as the part of south either.
I was unaware of this south north fact until I myself was made to become a part of it. Students like me due to some reasons come to Bangalore for their further studies in south and then they are made to learn a fact that from Indians now they have became north Indians. Then they become used to questions like “do you know our language” or “Wasn’t there any such college in your side”. Two times when we were indulged in the fight with localities the only thing we heard that you are a northi don’t mess with us. The first fight ended simply as like we 300 north Indians running after 15 localities and beating them up to hell including our own Northi brother who was taking their side. And the second time it simply ended with my right wrist broken others having stitches on their head, forehead and in hands. But the thing is not the same in every college of Bangalore. Most of the North Indians come here as my college is a good ranked in VTU. The other colleges where there are very few North Indians or the colleges in far sides of Karnataka can’t do like this otherwise no one will even know what happened to them.
Now this was the thing about South India. Now let’s come to the recent news In Maharashtra what I think that Maharashtra is a neither south nor north state or something like “Bich ka”. If you will ask a Marathi student in my bath or even in whole college he will say that he is a north Indian and they were among those 300 people who ran after those localites.but things in Maharashtra are different I don’t know the actual reason if everyone there is like this or only a group as in south India. I have met both kind of people thanks to this social networking site.Everyday the only thing I hear about my own northi brothers being tortured there. But not everyone. They don’t have guts to speak about any powerful person like Amitabh Bachan or other any high class person there from UP, Bihar, Bengal etc.The people being beaten there are only the low class people like daily laborers, Auto drivers etc.If you ask any software engineer there about the situation his answer would be only that he is in a little fear otherwise no problem.
People in North talk about giving reply. The reply is in the form of ambushing the trains going to Mumbai and filling it with anti Marathi pro northi slogans. There are few Marathi and south Indian employees living in DVC quarters nearby my home. Last time when this happened in Maharashtra people tortured them to hell,Bycotting them, No one playing with their children or talking to them or even in school where their teacher giving them additional homework. But this was not the solution. A common Indian will simply believe what he will hear or see instead of looking for the facts by himself. If I ask force a south Indian staying in north India to learn Hindi then I will make a fool of myself only. Their Hindi is far better then me. And the best thing about north is that we people there fight among ourselves only.

Someone had said that an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind. But if this is the solution it is better to be blind then being one with eyes

This blog is based on my personal thoughts experiences and feelings and not generated by any political and regional issues.

The Trip To Nandi Hills

It was fine evening when for the first time I was in brigade road without any tension of being caught by anyone as I had left hostel. Next was the plan for a night stay at one of my friend’s flat as I had to study maths(which I knew will never happen).I was just wandering on road orkutting by mobile. I called my friend to inform him that I am coming to his flat but he himself was out just finished watching the show of Rock on! I told me to wait for him at a mall nearby. Making me wait there, he himself went to his flat and then called me to come there. By mistake Mrityunjai and Suraj caught me at that mall and Suraj seized my cellphone as he wanted to hear songs of rock on for whole night. They told me to wake up tomorrow morning at 5:00 A.M as they are going to for a trip to nandi hills so all the study plans failed and simply I went to Rishi’s flat and slept




Next morning at 5:00 A.M. when I was sleeping I felt a kick on a donkey it was Rahul who had came to wake us up as the bus had came. Rahul returned my almost battery down mobile which was raped by Suraj for the whole night. It was raining slowly. From my flat only three people got ready to come as everyone had some problem of his own. This was the problem of almost every flat. Picking everyone from their respective flats we set to the trip for Nandi hills.
In bus Rahul was busy with his own problem which was fixing the woofer with the UPS but was unable to do so, so he simply connected it to the radio of the bus. It was 6:30 A.M. when we came out of town. Every type of nautanki was going on in the bus from dance to abuses and even bhajans. After a stop to have tea and snacks I with others went on the roof. The fun had just started. The only problem sitting on the roof was that the branches of trees were just above our heads and every time we crossed one someone got hit. We could feel the clouds above our heads.Shoughting singing and abusing we reached our destination. Some of us were singing Sutta song others were busy taking photos.It was a celebration of becoming senior and reaching in second year.


Nandi hills was extremely romantic place. Good luck to us that we were with 20 other guys :P. And another thing were the monkeys.dont know what do they find to do on the hills. This question I was wondering in myself until a monkey snatched a packet of lays from Rahul and then ran toward me but I threw my packet and ran away in myself. The one person who was extremely active in the whole trip was Sanjay our college topper. The masti he did and made us do was extremely funny.



We remained there till 1:00 pm or so and then left to return city.At return Rahul had his dabba UPS charged so we got chance to listen some good songs. Even in return no one looked tired and was doing the same masti as we were doing from morning. This masty was not enough when we made the bus to stop at a lonely place and started dancing. The freshly charged UPS seemed to be more dead than a fully discharged Battery. After every 5 minutes it went off automatically and the one who was playing the songs listened all the galis. When the song bhootni k was played they made me dulha and Chandan himself became ghoda and gave me a ride.Damn the bus driver was hungry so he spoiled the whole show. In an hour or so we reached back to home keeping the memories of the trip in heart.I have the pics of the trip taken from every camera and mobile and reached to the conclusion the even Rohit has a sadela mobile but the pics from his camera are the best
In the whole trip I noticed one thing “Although we have left hostel but still we all have memory of it somewhere in our heart and we all still are a hostilitie”

Ytping miskates

A lot of people complain about my typos, errors and the grammatical mistakes that I do while posting or chatting the thing is no different in my real life where “half day leave” becomes “half day love” but people do understand if they want to and usually they do but still then they remind me of the mistake that I have made. For an instance if I have want to type hello and instead it appears as hlleo then It is just a general mistake which the person next to me will understand but he/she will must remind me that a typo has occurred.

Typos are very common.Infact anyone can make typing mistakes. The intensity differs from person to person. Many times we read in newspapers about regret the error section they just make funny errors sometimes. I agree that it is totally a fault of the typist because of who “Happy diwali” had became “Nappy diwali” on the front page. And next day they will simply publish a column by the name regret the error. Obviously no one is going to notice the both.

Typos originated after Y! Became popular and so did word shortcut. “About “became “abt” and so did many other words .In my case I always like fast typing and I don’t care what if have left behind. Checking typos in Mozilla or MS word is just a waste of time. When people are going to understand finally what I want to say. Still then there are many spelling threads dedicated to me who want me make correct spellings and really I think I am improving

Note 1: I think this is my first blog without any typos

Note 2: if you find one just remind me :p

Note 3: I cna ytpe 300 wrods pre sce without ant ytping miskates

Ranbeer Kapoor:The worst finding in Kapoor family

It was during release of Sawariya when I ran away from theatre just after looking at the poster.Then I saw that movie on DVD and my decision of running away from hall turned to be right.that movie turned into a two hour crap with a new so called finding called Ranbeer Kapoor the next generation kapoor star.He turned out nothing other than the first nude scene giving bollywood actor. removng da towel!.and dancng nude.is his 1st film. just don't deserve a place in film fraternity just bcz he is a kapoor he comes in to th celluloid.with no valid qualifications he wsa just too worst in saawariya. And then the first news hit about him that he is the new gay icon for Mumbai gay club!damn

I personally feel that he is too much copycat and hungry for publicity as like his dipika padukone stunts,David Bekham type photo shoots.And to hide his gay image he has made dipika as his so called girlfriend.I find it really funny when people compare him with Amitabh bacchan in the context that even his first of the films were flop.

What say about his forthcoming movie Bachna e haseeno? Going to prove a typical Yash chopra blunder.Media says that there are three actress in that movie but I find four :P

Back Home

Every hostilities only has one dream when his exams will over and he will return home again, and he starts to dream this the day he return from his home for his next semesters, especially the one is 3000 km away from his home getting doses of samber every time :((.I am also among them not a big deal in six months I have 10 kg’s of weight and 2 inches of waist. the only thing that has kept me alive is two bottle of Pepsi every day.

i So getting back to the topic desperate to go home I was just counting for announcement for my examinations, not because to know when they are going to start but to know the day when they will end. Good to know that they were ending on 7^th of july,that meant that I will be home on 9^th :D so with a majority we decided to book our tickets through Ranchi and since there was no direct train for Ranchi on 7^th so we decided to go via channai.next day our tickets were booked and we thought first stage accopolished,but just after three or four days a news came again that exams are extended to 10^th of July damn my university :X and I a hurry we again ran to the station to extend the same tickets. Finally we thought that we will leave Bangalore on 11^th. .Another job was runnig for the concession forms so that ticket charge could go half

Two days after our practical dates were announced and we got on to prepare for it and then our university again screwed us and this time both exam starting and ending day were extended from 16^th it was extended to 25 and so was ending day which was extended to 14^th VTU was screwing us and we were getting screwed so once again the meeting was called and this time majority for Ranchi again won since there was a direct train to Ranchi on 15^th so we ran to station so cancel the tickets via Chennai and book new ones direct to Ranchi our practices were starting from next week so everyone started preparing for it. Finally we assured ourselves that no more extension in exam dates will be done.Practicles were over and exams were coming on and on.

Two days before our first exam I was sleeping calmly around 10 AM morning a loud noise woke me up and then I got to know that the maths paper which was on 26^th has been cancelled and is shifted to 15^th and again we had to do the same thing which we were doing from last three times. Run to the reservation counter, fill the form, get in queue and book the ticket. fortunately we got confirmed tickets after doing some break the queue tactics’ friend of ours was on the front row so as he went to book his tickets I went to his place and sat there with the same trick I called all my friends there and since the whole place was filled with the students of my college only so no one said anything to us At a counter next to us some people too started to break the queue form a queue of there own. An elderly person just objected for that that one of them catched his collar at the same instance one boy of another college (MVIT) too objected on this and he was pushed by o

one of his friends. Reacting on this other friends of his college too attacked them. We were just standing watching the whole show as our job was done. Someone informed us that police is coming as those idiots belong to the air force we all ran away from that place

Just 5 days before when exams were going to end a new news hit the place that all the train going from Vishakhapatnam have been cancelled on 16th as the bridge has been damaged again we called a meeting many options were checked they decided to go with all the options available at that time. They didn’t take me as I had an exam the same morning. Sadly we didn’t have reservation in any of the train instead some blunder mistakes were commited.in early morning chaos someone gave a 500 rs note instead of 100 rs to someone. Exams were ending just after 5 days I didn’t knew that how I am going home. In a big tension I searched for my options and two of them which were available were either go via Mumbai or via Delhi Since I didn’t knew anyone in Delhi other than my orkut friends I called contract killer (abhishek) he assured me that if there is a need he will help for sure. He was getting late for the class so he asked to call later. In a big tension I called another orkut friend Abhishek bhaiya owner of Kayastha world community. Abhishek bhaiya said that he wills surly help me out. He told that he will book my ticket via internet. My tension decreased and somehow I gave my second last paper. When I returned from college everyone other than me had decided to go together in any circumstances’ called abishek bhaiya just hoping my tickets aren’t booked yet and the same had happened for the first time in many days my luck had favoured me. I too had decided to go the way as they will choose.

Two days before our last exam a rumour again hit that trains have been restarted that meant we are going by the same train we were going earlier on 15^th after our exams finished we left hostel with our luggage and kept it in friend’s flat the whole night we just wandered in Bangalore and the next morning we left for our destination. When we reached the station train was already on the platform.i first checked if any girl was there alongside me and fortunately enough a F19 was mentioned there below the berth of mine unfortunate to know she was with her father :((.While all my friends were crapping all time I preferred to sleep which I continued from 10 morning to 4 evening my friends thought as I were dead. The girl below me (my birth) and her father kept resting for the whole time on the whole berth not letting any of us sit on the lower birth as a revenge we too didn’t lowered our seats during the whole journey: P actually that girl’s dad was a fat ass who I think spoiled his daughter’s journey too instead of travelling with her friends she was going with her father:X

The train rocked for first day and we reached Vishakhapatnam half an hour before the given time and next day its condition became like a flu patient when it entered Jharkhand 8 hours late and it was being stopped everywhere just to pass maalgadis.At last everyone lost their patience at a station where it was stopped for around 15 minutes. My friends got up and broke the whole office of station master.i broke a telephone and got 15 rs out of it :D.After this incidence our train directly reached our destination 8 hours late but we all reached home between these irritating mosquitoes, long power cutes and a very slow net

Emotional fool

Don’t know what I am feeling or why it is like what I am feeling. Seems like it is. Today I think I am the most confused guy in this world. It seems it is end of life. Everything is stopped. Whatever I wanted I failed to get it and whatever I had I lost all’s am feeling at zero degree absolute. It seems old times were better when I was the only king.i used to rule. Everyone knew me. But now things changed and situation too.i want to return back to that time. I wanted to become famous but it seems that my bad time has just started now. The ship on which I was selling has wreaked and I am left alone in middle of the sea.

As college day is nearing my frustration is increasing. There are very rare times and occasions when I am not a part of a function or event and this really sucks.Even people now question about my stage ethics.the idiots who don’t have courage to stand at that place for a minute. My heart fills with envy and disgrace when my hostel mates talk about their college day dance preparation. They all are my friends but still I don’t know why I have started envying them. But still I think about my poor luck that prevented me from taking part in college day. I want to tell them that how much I envy them but I will not do this. Because it is not their fault. It is just my fault....what an emotional fool I am.

I am unable to trust anyone.nowdays I have started watching too much porn.i don’t like to talk too much.i hate croud and noise it seems everyone ready to make fun of mine am part of no group no one is my friend I am just alone.i want to cry but still I can’t coz I am not used to it

In short I am gone mad,frustrated,desprate

from varun's blog

I hope you will not mind but I found these shers quite funny :P



here it goes

1 jab soch raha tha yunhi,
ki einstien ko peeche chodunga,
to khayal aya,
ki ek bechare seb (apple) ko kab tak ragdunga.

200 saal ho gaye seb ko,
arey ab to bari aane to bel patthar ki....
kisi na kisi ka sar to phodunga........






1) ek aarzoo thi tere sang ghar basane ki,
ek aarzoo thi tujh par jaan lutane ki.

tumhare liye accha hai ki khuda meri sunta hi nai,
kyunki ek aarzoo haio aaj tujhe jinda jalane ki[:p]





2) tasveer se teri mohhabat jitni kari,
utni agar khuda se karta,
to deedar to vo bi deta.....

teri jagah agar kutte ko pyaar karta....
to vafadari to vo bi karta[:p]



1) ek khata ki itti badi saja jayaaz nai,
dil dukha tha agar aapka,
to badle mein dil jalana, zayaj nai....





2) fir vo pagalpan ke lamhe yaad karta hun,
fir teri muskurahat yaad karta hun,
chaha tha tujhe kabhi ,
is bevkoofi ke liye khud ko tujhse jyada galiya deta hun....




3) gujre lamho par lamhe muskurate hai,
bichde suro se dil ke taar jud jaate hai,
mohhabat to sab karte hai,
par prabhu, beda par kisi kisi ka lagate hai.........


4) humare liye ruthna unka nazayaj tha,
manana humara nakamyab tha,
unke liye aansu humare nazayaj the,
isliye pouchna kaam unka na tha.....




5) aaankho pe teri aaj bi marta hun,
na jaane kyu ab bi tujhse hi pyaar karta hun,
ladkiya to bahut hai...
na jaane kyu fir bi tera hi intezaar karta hun....





maidan mein khade the seena tan ke hum,
samne fauj bi hoti to na jhukte hum,

magar jab samna hua to aye vo.....
akkar is kadar muskuraye vo......
dil pe humare aisa ghav hua,
bechara, seedha premgati ko prapt hua[:(]


link to varun's blog
http://mikshaunt.blogspot.com/

For KWC

KWC was a wonderful place I always loved it.it was feb 2007 when I joined this place.still I claim I was the 100th member of this community.KWC became a fun place because all my friends were there. in no time people got to know me, maybe for the stupidity and insanity I possess! Flirting was something I didn't enjoy, after all its virtual! KWC came as a good package, full of fun and nautanki, no serious talks, only fun and masti! I always loved this place KWC gave me so much that even I also don’t remember.leaving the time when I was banned from kayastha friends community without any reason and came back there without any support and was made to leave coz no one supported.The members who provoked me in KFC were cool with me in KWC and never said anything to me there,may be because that was like a home for me.i enjoyed every title there twice,was made POD twice,got to come in sidhi baat twice.
There came a time when anurag joined there and our tom and jerry fights began.i need to confesss here that I used to hate tihs guy but with time we became great friends.anurag is good at sarcasm and has a good humour.
ABOUT OWNER
KWC is lucky to have a owner like Abhishek bhaiya.he used to keep an eye on me always and I guess on few other members also.one more confession is that I used to disliked this earlier but later I became used to it.i person as like encyclopaedia of internet anything I needed he used to provide solution within minutes.the most remembered was when he mailed me a old sond Holiya me ude re gulal which I failed to find after 3-4 hours of searching.

KWC GIRLS
Well the one who says that kayastha girls are not good looking might have tried to crack the unsuccesfull attempt at humour.i needed to maintain a special column about them because they deserved it.i cant write much about them here but I will write later in a special blog.half of my time would have spent in fighting with them teasing them and being teased by them.i am not mentioning any of their name coz If I miss anyone other would feel bad
Just one message
I love girls of kwc.Thanks for being my sisters :P

The missing 35

April 1st generally known as fool’s day became a remembered day in our hostel. Four birthdays’ came up together including that of our hostel topper. They all four had decided to give party together and that meant that almost half of the 2^nd SEM hostilities to join in this party. The plan came up and on the evening of 1^st April we left for the party. The four different gangs left the hostel at respective times, Out of which my floor people left at last around 5:30 pm.so only we people were informed by the guards that hostel rules have been changed and people must return to hostel before 7:30.this rules was not earlier so ignoring them we left for our destination. When I and my roommates reached there we saw that only 8 or 10 people are there. One of them had gone to buy mobile phone. Others were still wandering on MG road. It was already 6:00 pm when rahul came up with cake it was a pleasant surprise. Then came the mobile phone gang.damn... the cell was really cool.

This was the time when almost 20 of the hostel people already gathered.and everyone in that restaurant were already staring us. That restaurant was divided in huts from which we took the biggest hut I mean the biggest table. While we were adjusting ourselves there, boys who have gone with suraj finally came up. That was the time when the people in the restaurant seemed to be mad. Running from here to there. While I and chandan got busy with the drinking boys. They were not in our party but eventually they came up to the same place. It was 7:30 by then the order was given. I wanted to help but I was strictly warned to be sited. Party continued which lasted around 9:00 pm. I was over after three nans only while other continued up to 8 or so. We were about to over when someone called up and informed us and told that warden is at gate and making every one write apology who is returning late I mean after 7:30.still we were at least 10 km’s away from our hostel and none of us were in mood to return back to hostel that soon. The main problems were those who had drunk too much. We were no sensing on the road boys challenging each other to cross the road with eyes tied which no one did.

After an hour wait we got a bus. The bus driver was terrified to see so many passengers getting into bus at once. That idiot stopped the bus and the conductor started checking everyone’s ticket. We were already late and this made us more lately. Again a new drama started when two of us were not in that bus.fortuanatly they got into another bus.

We all reached near our collage. We were shoughting while we were moving. Just before we reached collage the two who had got separated too met with us. First we made the drunken people get into hostel by climbing wall. When all 35 of us reached hostel the guards were shocked to see us. Warden was not there and what we had to do was only to give our parents phone number we signed and got into hostal talking about the missing 35

Credit Cycle

My dear friends

This is a letter to them who had lent me money and also to them to whom I have given. First I will like to address them whose some amount of money is with me and I haven’t returned I promise you people that till the end of our session each one of you will get them back. I am not sure when but sooner or later I will give it to you back.

Now next I will address them to whom I have given the huge amount of my pocket money which I get after hearing so much from my parents and you people haven’t returned me yet. I want it back coz I myself have to return it to those from whom I have taken, they want it urgently so that they can return it to that guy who paid their movie ticket last month.ohhhhh wait that guy had taken credit from the one who took from me. What the hell is this? This credit cycle has gone up to infinity that means keep taking and giving on credit and it will never come back to me. Or may be possible that after a long chain of payment the 100 rs I gave once may come back to me as like some carbon or oxygen cycle

OK I will wait for that day

Me And Orkut

My collage has an unlimited wi-fi.just seeing my friends orkutting i remember of my past days when i had just joined orkut. sending random friend requests to unknown poepl whome I dont know just posting topics in random communities My friends do the same.I had joined orkut just to search a girl whome at last i found dont ask what is she doing now or whatever.After joining orkut I became modrator of few communites in which great khali fan club is most significant which i remember.....Ok leave the crap.
I was just seeing my roommate and other friends whome i made join orkut recently....they send random friend request,have joined few insane commnuties:P and approve any request they get.even i was once like this.
I dont like to boast about my orkut life.But it is a matter of curosity for my friends..they wonder as how fastly i type (not noticing typing mistakes:P)they want to add girls in my friend list whcih usually thry do and get rejected.they do laugh at my scrap deleting habits and specially about khade khade.
Recently i blocked few of my friends from sending scraps as they were usinig their abusive tendencies in virtual world also.they belive that they will get an ideal match for real life from this virtual thug.I pity about the porn fake profiles aded in thier friend list.
ab kaun inhe samjhae :o

Optimist vs Pessimist

Optimist: I would say the glass is half full.
Pessimist: If you ask me, it is half empty. But who is going to pay for it?
Optimist: We could go Dutch…you pay for the half full part, I will pay for the half empty part.
Pessimist: OK. So it means only I pay for the drink?
Optimist: You get to pay for me mate…look at the bright side?

[Turning to the sides]

Pessimist: What bright side? The pub is dim lit…you dimwit.
Optimist: Gosh…it was just a phrase. Are you a pessimist.
Pessimist: No way. I come from a very optimistic family. One of my uncles was be-headed by the Taliban in Afghanistan…and he still believed he had a 50-50 chance. The stupid Indian Embassy people put him in a coffin…and he died of asphyxiation.
Optimist: That’s nothing. My uncle would call that pessimism. Two days before he was to be hanged for murder…he joined VLCC Fitness Center.
Pessimist: OK…I lose.

Optimist: Look at me…I even fill the Hindu crosswords in ink.
Pessimist: What? I am surprised you even fill them …I don’t event attempt them.
Optimist: You should try. Give up smoking…and spend that time looking at the crosswords.
Pessimist: I gave up hope.
Optimist: That’s not the same thing mate. By the way, yesterday I saw an advertisement for Polo – a mint with a hole.
Pessimist: Yes. I saw the advertisement too…but I could only see the hole.
Optimist: That was my point. You are a pessimist.
Pessimist: Nope. I am not.

Optimist: OK. What does a light at the end of the tunnel mean to you?
Pessimist: The headlight of a fast approaching train? Correct?
Optimist: You are a born pessimist.
Pessimist: Are you saying that my answer was wrong?
Optimist: Yes.
Pessimist: How about it being a lamppost at the end of the tunnel?
Optimist: Great. A light…that shows you the way.
Pessimist: Precisely. That is if they don’t switch it off due to budgetary constraints.
Optimist: I am dead sure…you are a pessimist.
Pessimist: OK! Fine! I give up! I am a pessimist…but for every aeroplane invented by an optimist…we have invented parachutes…and for every ship invented by an optimist…we have invented lifejackets!

Moral of the Story: The World needs all kinds.

confused

A married man left from work early one Friday afternoon. Instead of going home, however, he squandered the weekend (and his salary) partying with the boys.

When he finally returned home on Sunday night, he ran into a barrage of abuse from his wife. After a couple of hours of nagging and berating, his wife asked "How would you like it if you didn't see me for a couple of days?"

"That would suit me just fine!!!" the man said.

Monday went by, and the man didn't see his wife.
Tuesday went by with the same result.
Wednesday went by with the same result.

Thursday, the swelling went down a bit and he could see her a little, just out of the corner of his left eye!

Two months in hell

26^th Jan 2007 turned out to be a nightmare in my life. everything was going fine I had scored 63 percentile in my FIITJEE All India series, was enjoying the new got power on a public relation site called moderatorship in great khali fan club. My life was perfect

And then....that evening i was sleeping and my cell phone ranged Shailesh had called from at first he just asked what happened with my brother. I was unaware of it so I asked him what does he mean and he informed that my brother has met with an accident. Unaware of everything I called my parents and then I came to know that the same morning his scooter collided with a truck and he got an injury near brain and he was in coma my parents had took him to patna where he was admitted so I decided to go to Patna although my parents were forcing me not to come but I had decided. next day i reached Patna till now i had just known that he got a hurt in head and is out of danger.

When I met my dad he told me the real story. How everything had happened. By brother was in coma fighting with life and death.

From next day I was in that small confined hospital room it was my job to catch his hand or leg from the side where he got glucose. It was boring job but I got a solution for it. one of my cell was GPRS enabled so I logged on orkut and just saw the posts in KFC and GKFC.and my time spent.I used to do this thing from morning 10:00 am to 4:00 AM.

About half month passed but still his condition remained same. No improvements we saw in him.Even the doctor was too rough so was the staff of that place.

20^th day he opened his eyes.Now we could feel that how much pain he did felt he became violent and just because i used to sit besides him,the whole anger and pain was suffered by me.This anger had one nore reason as my parents say.I used to teased and torture him very much early days at home but he never said me anything.the whole anger in his mind came out.He never touched mom like he used to attack me.

Just when we were thinking that things are improving due to a single mistake everything got worse.he pulled his urine pipe due to which his urine stopped and his situation almost went as same as earlier. The glucose was put back again.My ;parents cried day and night but i never did.I don’t know how to cry.5 or 7 days alter after this incidence my mausi,who was all the time with us,due to her efforts my bro started to talk.It was a celebrating time but now his violence increases the whole night he shoughted and cried out of pain and made me and mom awake for that whole night later from the next night he was made sleep by using some medicine

Doctors said that out of pain this kind of patient start to abuse but my brother was not expert in this thing as like me so he was limited to his childish vocabulary. His medicines were changes and now he was improving march had came and i had missed everything in my life just confined to that small hospital room.Rather I felt like some patient admitted there.

Two days before holi my brother was released from hospital now he could walk he talked nicely....oh...i got my old brother....yet some improvements were to made but it was on us.

Wondering Why i made a blog on this.One year passed when this incident happened and still he feel horrified imagining that time

People respect you more when you die

Life is complicated so is this world the people here are more complicated they all will abuse you when you are alive and when you die,cry over your death,talk all good things you ever did in your life and if you are a little great personality then a statue will be made or a road will be named after you.this happens everywhere and always if in the case of great scientists like Galileo,newton and many more.The same world who had once called them mad nonsense etc etc now calls them the foundation of modern world.

Ok if we leave it then lets talk when some Indian Politian die no matters in how many scams he was involved or how big was his criminal record but everything is forgotten the same Indian media who bashes that individual every time,becomes his biggest fan on this planet it seems like no one was as great like him ever on this planet even when Saddam Hussein died, Indian media almost showed him like a hero of Iraq, even his wrong deeds was shown as like he did something heroic to crush his enemies..............wow

If this is really correct then i am waiting for the day i die.But how sad will be that I myself will now be there to enjoy that moment and see everyone crying on my funeral

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