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Indian Retail World

2010-09-05T00:12:00.000-07:00

First of All I am writing this stuffs totally based on my experiences :P

The Retail in India – The System have Life in it and it doesn’t mean spending money to unknown seller.

Tea Shop: The Tea Shops are Souls of India and they are found everywhere and in each Street of India. Almost all the People go to tea shop for a cup of tea and other items sold here include butter biscuit, cigars, bajji, bonda, samosa. People working in Office usually maintain a friendly relationship with the Local Tea Seller and enjoys a cup of tea and samosa with co-workers.

Grocery Shopping: Family buy from Individual Retail Guys shop or from a local Super Market.The Shopping is done usually in the First Week of the Month in Credit or Account and the Payment is usually made the Next Month.Suppose they are in need of vegetable or some Grocery like Salt or Sugar,then they send the Boy Child in the family to buy from the corner street shop. People living as bachelors like me follow shifts one by one per roommate

Apparel Shopping: The Cloths are bought only during festival times such as Diwali, Durga Puja where the Shops offer discounts. Other Times the sales are low or moderate. People are not interested to wear quality clothes as they stay usually in Home while back from Office. There are a few Outings or Tour and many times going to relative marriage is the Outing to the family. Woman usually try to wear the Best collection they have during these times.

Indian Retail Gaints: The Small Individual Seller Shop are mostly shopped by people compared to retail multiplex and Branded Shops. Recently the Business magnets turn to concentrate on retailing and continue to expand their Brands in different cities. The Retail gaints in India include Pantaloon-Big Bazaar, Relaince-Reliance Mart,Relaince Fresh,Tata-Landmark, Titan,WestLand,Indian Oil-Bunk. Some Comparatively Small Players include Birla-More,Nilgiris,UniverCell Mobiles,Hotel Saravanaa Bhavan.

Outside Players: International Sellers such as Bata,McDonalds, KFC, Reebok, Colors of Benetton,Louis Phillipe are popular in India. Rich People may Shop at these Brands and other middle class and poor people usually avoid them and sometime may try to have a look into the shop and come back. A Few Middle class would buy just for the Brand Name While some of them just because they have good discounts

Lie Targets

2010-08-21T02:12:00.000-07:00

A man was sleeping in his House. Suddenly YamaRaj, the Kill God appeared before him and said , "Go Out and Enjoy your Life and Nothing will happen to you. Why are you sleeping and wasting your time".

Feeling Happy he ran over with excitement and met with an accident.

[Interval]

In Heaven:

He shouted, Why the Hell you Lied to me and See now I met with accident and I am here.

Yama coolly replied, "Sorry Yar. Month End Pressure and I have to achieve my Target".

[In Business, If there is Target,there definitely got be a Lie]

Return To Nandi Hills

2010-08-13T11:13:00.000-07:00

One week ago after I came back to Bangalore after having a long and boring vacation I called for a meet with my old friends and some new ones joined us as well. One of the very new member Mahima who wanted to visit places asked for our suggestions and ultimately after a lot of discussions we fixed our next week plan for Nandi Hills which is almost 80 KMs from my place. It was decided that we will go by bike and will start out journey 3:00 AM in morning.
Soon the week passed and came the Day next to which I were supposed to start our Journey . Angel’s Friend Debashree and one more already cancelled their plans. Mahima Bunked her office 3rd time in the week and I was busy celebrating Friendship week meeting Amarjeet and later Neha the same Saturday. Me being whole Saturday didn’t had a chance to sleep for a single minute. Since Mahima bunked her office the same day I advised her to go to Angel’s place and after that I came to know that Angel was not well . Soon after I came to know that one more friend of ours Vivek met with an accident . I was supposed to be on his bike during journey. Abi was busy and he was not picking up my call. Comming back I got a feeling that this trip is going to be cancelled.

After 10:00 PM the real action began. Abi asked me to get a bike from my friend and a friend of his will drive it ( My driving skills are becoming famous ) I got a bike from a friend of mine at 11:00 and while going to filling station I bumped it into a car which was already predicted by Angel. After this bump I found that the chain of my bike is not moving properly but I left it rambharose . Mahima instructed to take a helmet and raincoat as instructed by her didi . I got both of them

It was already 12:00 AM . I saw Angel and Mahima online so I thought that we will start sharp at 3:00 AM. Mahima Wanted to take a nap so she left gtalk and so did Angel . I was so excited that I didn’t slept at all. At 3:00 AM sharp I called Abi he woke up and asked me to call at Angel’s place and get everyone awake. It started from 3:15 AM I started Calling Angel and Mahima but they seemed to be sleeping as they haven’t slept from ages, This continued till 4:30 ultimately I cursed myself and thought that plan is cancelled. After an hour or so I received a call from Angel and then Abi and asked me to get ready as they will start in half an hour. I took my bike and went to a place where I was told to wait for them

After half an hour the gang arrived , Angel was looking like some Lady terrorist from the movie Lamaha and Mahima was in her tomboy look, though I didn’t wasted much time on getup of guys but most of them were in heavy jackets which I always desire for. For a while I got confused as I thought that my bike is not needed. We moved forward and stopped at a small hotel to have puri bhaji . The puris were as hard as papad . The Amount of Puri Angel had made me sure that with a complete puri she can survive for whole month. This was the spot from where photo session began.

The Road tempted everyone to increase their speeds and in the process Abi got caught by the interceptor and was fined. That was a real LOL moment. Abi’s Bike was at 108 speed and Niranjan bhaiya just saw the interceptor and slowed his bike as a result Abi got caught but was fined only a 100, My Bike had its chain misplaced so there was no chance of speeding it. In the way we saw many Racing bikes and a cruiser as well . Niranjan bhaiya and Another Abhishek bhaiya who was on my bike have a great knowledge about bikes. I simply loved the journey . At places we used to stop to take pics take some rest and then start again. When we started nearing Nandi Hills the Road was not like that highway was. At a place when we stopped to take pics we saw a Ducati in its racing speed passing by us.
When we arrived Nandi Hills it was already too late to see the Sunrise so we satisfied ourselves with the complete sun. We roamed around the place and Mahima again gave a little lecture on how to behave with girls online and also complained about my taunts. For the first time I came to know that Angel loves monkeys.Niranjan Bhaiya is always good at sarcasm and Abi was checking out girls everywhere. Though we thought ourselves to be the most late people there but we saw others too. A group was out there with entire sports gear like Badminton, cricket and football as well and we were wondering that how would be the six. We later made plans about Wonder’la and other places hope we visit them soon
While Returning we faced rain at places which used to come and go at times, Finally we had our lunch at a Dhaba Restaurant where we kept pulling Abi’s leg on topic of his GFs.Abi like a celeb kept denying all of them but since his collagemates were there all well we all came to know many things about this flirt as well.I never understand what Mahima and Angel keep talking in each other ears
Though late all of us enjoyed too much . Had a lot of fun and and a lot of laugh. Though they are my online friends but I always feel them life a part of my life since ages .Love you all a lot and thanks for this wonderful experiences

Others thanks for bearing all the typos :o

The Bengaluru Dog Menace

2010-05-29T09:35:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time Bengaluru was known as the garden city. Garden’s are still their but no one visits them because a bunch of dog is always there to welcome the visitors. Who says Bengaluru doesn’t have a night life. Even that we people don’t get to enjoy them but the dogs enjoy them very well. If you don’t believe just visit my place and I will give you a tour of doggy land and you might get to see their party also. They say Delhi is not safe for women especially at night We Bangalorians are lucky in here. Thanks to these dogs that even criminals fear to move alone at night. The first and the last time I dared to do this was when I left my friend’s flat which is just 10 min walk from my flat and in that 10 min walk I was surrounded with at least 15 dogs. They were moving like my bodyguards two in my right two in left rest were either ahead of me or behind my ass.I simply walked calmly and slowly don’t know how and as I reached my flat I just ran into toilet. Still this was a simple incident with me where nothing happened to me but in many case people get bitten some even are attacked brutally and despite knowledge of stray dogs are active in the particular areas of Bengaluru administration does nothing.Dont know if there is some political pressure like if dogs help in solving political disputes or something. Even it is not of any interest for animal right organisations, they had only become active when dogs killed a 3 months old child and then the residents killed all the dogs of that area. If we Bengalorians don’t have any night life why should dogs have? Or may be it is some hidden conspiracy by moral police so that people don’t move outside in night and thus Indian culture could be saved

Arre baap re

2010-03-10T03:43:00.000-08:00

Naah it is not about some khatarnaak experience I had and I said Arre baap re. This word I thing is among the few words that I learnt when I started to speak, Mummy daddy and Arre Baap re.It is an expression a feeling which comes out automatically. This is a universal expression which you can use it anytime. When you get excited or nervous or in tension simply se Arre baap re and all the stress goes. Some call this word uncultured as it gives kind of dis-respect to father. But in my opinion this word has nothing to do with Father,it is just a innocent word that innocently comes out when needed or not needed. Anyways everyone must have spoken this word atleast once in their life but ever you wondered that how come they know this word and what happened that this word came out. Just sit and think for a while and do comment here :P
PS: I am blogging after a long time sorry for delay :-s

26/11 My Foot

2009-12-20T21:04:00.000-08:00

Its 4:00 AM in midnight and I am unable to sleep.random thoughts running in my mind and here is one of the Random thought that just hit me.Rest of the Random thoughts I cannot produce as my blog is a Public place.

Now what happened that a Date came and passed. The Date was 26 nov when some terrorists entered Mumbai and created a bloodshed. It happened last year and at that time whole nation united for this act and everyone condemned it. Things remained like that India was united and then in few weeks or better say days we came back to the same place we started. The same old fights,The same old tera jaat mera jaat, The Hindu Muslim and other things on which we love to fight on. A year passed and again 26-11-2009 came and people remembered that oh!! this was the day that something happened. Newspapers posted large headlines with Kasav's Pic at the first page that too colour carrying a Machine-Gun Proudly. Everyone Decided to express their anger and thus they came up with this innovative idea

To express the Anger and the Grief these so called patriots posted threads in orkut communities that today is 26-11. Some of them forgot What happened this day so they confirmed through Google and Wikipedia.Their came threads on Major Sandeep,Hemant Karkare and all.Many of them changed their DPs with that of Sandeep or showing pain towards what happened one year back. Even I did the same but the Same day was birthday of Suniel Shetty who gave dozens of Hit movies during my school life and he is alive so it was my duty to celebrate theb'day of one of the favourite actors of my life *aaye* Changed my DP back to that of Suniel Shetty and Kept listning to his famous songs like Sheher ki Ladki :D.

Ok comming back on the topic. Did we even cared to donate one day salary or a small ammount from our pocket money to help those who died or lost their loved ones on this day. I brought a idea sim and called everyone from 8 to 10 because it said that they will donate all their money they earn from the calls between this time.Dont know how many of the Psuedo Patriots thought about doing the same. Then 26/11 passed and 27/11 came and everyone forgot that something happened. After that came 13 dec Very few remembers that Parliament was attacked on this day and no response came as everyone was busy in cricket even when someone won a silver in Boxing a day back.Then came the Day when India defeated Pakistan in war of 1971 and yet no one remembered and this made me feel that as we forgot these events slowly we will forget 26 nov too.

Kasav should be proud that atleast he is the Reason that Indians get united on some issue otherwise hume ladne se fursat kaha.

If Sandeep Unnikrishnan would have been watching all this from somewhere he might have regrating that he died to such useless people

The Public of this country is gone deaf dumb and blind who only wake up when our neighbour wants us to wake.

What a waste of life we are :-( Why should I feel proud to be an Indian when there is nothing to be proud of

Its 4:30 and I will again try to sleep

2012 The Movie

2009-12-05T01:24:00.000-08:00

Recently came the 2012 movie which obviously I saw first day first show as usual. And surprisingly this movie called more crowd than any other Bolloywood flick I saw recently after Kaminey,And for the first time in my life I had to take a ticket in black and that too for a hollywood movie. The Best way to bring your friends to hall is to simply show them the promo and they will kill to see the show. The first scene of the movie itself blows out the mind when they start with India and I could here various comments from nearby seats about the reasons the director did so. Obviously these were the promo guys who had no idea what was happening most of them not even understanding the dialogues :P. Then starts the way how a typical hollywood movie progresses setting the stage for the final act and obviously the American President had all the idea whats going on and may be Anil Ambani who would have paid a hefty ammount to reserve a seat in the ship. PS: did I told that president's Daughter was hot
And then comes 2012 and scene finally sets to a series of people living thier common lives which is too obvious in a Hollywood flick and then comes the hero who is a as usual helpless creature who seems to carrying all the problems a person can have in world on his shoulders with a indisciplined kid and nose picking daughter and a X-wife and his husband. Dont know how Indians live with the same one forever and plan to get the same in next birth too. Then comes the day when this all is set to happen and till now everyone in halls lost their balls. They lost even more when they saw promo of Avatar. One of the experts commented about the title of the movie being in Hindi :- .
The destruction of the world begin and so started shoughts like KYA GAPHICS HAI BOSS. I really regretted about sitting between such a low class audience. I never get the fact that let the movie be Indipendence day or Day after Tommorow or 2012 how is that Hero and his family gets the safest way and one the person in their group always know how to fly plane.I decided to take pilot's training ASAP. And then the plane flys and the world destroys below. The pilot is so much expert that given a chance to fly between saturn's rings he will do it so perfection that even Captain Vyom would die out of shame (I dont want to mention Anakin Skywalker here ).And finally as it happens in a typical holloywood movie president plays the hero of the world and decides to stay behind with all the dying creatures. That proved me that Amrikans are real herd of jackasses :P. And that Indian scientist too who decides to stay with rest of Indians to see the megatsunami that occures in Punjab.Even his wife was hot :D . Audience loved all those scenes which mentioned India.
We come back after all this destruction happened and world got filled with water.Even mount everst sunk. Finally a scene decalres that next president of the new world would be a black american who looked like a cartoon copy of Mr Barrak "fukin" Obama. A new day comes with dated 27-1-01 forgetting to wish merry christmas and Happy new year. Idiots even forgot my Birthday x-(. And then we come to know that only Africa survived somehow and they all move towards that place.I wished if Roadies would have gone to Africa in 2012. So the movie somehow had a Happy ending and we all came out of that hall, Most of them frustated and some even started planning for that day. I heard a girl shoughting that she wants to have kids before the world ends :- her boyfriend didn't seemed capable of it. I want her to give my number but that situation was too much frustu to start all this. Rest of them commented about loosing virginity before the days comes and many about getting married or having a GF
Anyways for a frequent hollywood movie buff this is a normal shit, Who cares :P I will watch the same movie in 2013 and laugh as I did this time

WHY ME

2009-11-17T21:13:00.000-08:00

Weather of Bangalore now days is enough to make you feel frustrated. Cold and sad nowhere to go and no one to talk with feeling alone. Everyone has problem nowadays and everyone feels like I am the only person left in this world who have no problems. People come talk about their problems cry shout in front of me and then leave. I read somewhere that there are good times and then bad times and then the worst comes and then goes but it seems like the worst phase of my life don't wants to leave me.I am falling short on relations,short on friends and even unable to trust anyone nowadays.I cannot trust people,cannot trust my friends and not even the opportunities. Today just few minutes back I had the most important test of my life.Scoring 15+ was simply so important and I couldn't. Just because I kept studying another chapter and just 5 min before the test I came to know that what mistake I did.Sometimes I feel that I have no problems I just want to feel like I am having so many problems. Still sometime somewhere I will get out of all these things happening dont know when

PS: Dont mark my typos here :P

Back from Mysore

2009-10-25T00:01:00.000-07:00

Like all of you know that I was in Mysore few days/week s back U guys might have seen the pics and I hope u guys know that I enjoyed there a lot . I met my childhood friend and friends from IC Parth and Vinesh and spent a good time. But I didn’t know that what things are waiting for me as I was returning to Bangalore. I wanted to return to Bangalore as early as possible so I woke up early and went to bus stop . Got into a bus and my return journey started. I had only 300 rs in my pocket because I thought that bus will drop me at my place and I will save me 300 rs :D. After 3 hours journey and spending 200 rs in bus fare in other things I reached Bangalore. The place where the bus stopped was a much unknown place to me. He conductor said that bus will not go ahead because of some traffic Jam as there was Eid on that day. He told me to go so and so and you will reach the place you want. I started walking and finally got a bus that was going to market. I thought that it is KR market so I asked nothing. Then I came to know that there are so many markets in Bangalore and I have reached some other market . Though I was lucky to get a bus which was Going to KR market. KR market is a Muslim area so that place was busy with Eid Celebrations. My bus stopped at a place and again conductor said that they cannot go further because of some Jam. I was feeling like WTF but I got off from the bus and started walking. I asked people that how far is the market and everyone gave the same answer that THODA DOOR CHALO AA JAEGA. I kept on walking and walking and finally........... it started raining. I was already so much fucked up and one more addition to my troubles joined me. I still kept on walking in that heavy rain with 70 rs in my pocket. I got into a auto so that I can reach the place. I took the decision to get into that auto because it was the only one that was empty. When I reached market unlike what I imagined the place was like some village from Bihar during flood. I opened my shoes and got into that flood to reach the bus stand which was still few steps away. Those few steps made me feel like covering thousands of nautical miles :P . Finally I got into the right bus with only 20rs in my pocket. I thought that finally My troubles are over. On the seat next to me some guys were sitting whose talking style made me feel like they are freshers from my college. I thought that when they will get off from the bus I will too get off. I even felt a bit angry on those juniors that they cannot recognise their super senior. But Sadly Those idiots were from another college which was far away from my place and I have reached ahead of my stop. I got off again from the bus and again my walk started to reach my flat. Finally I reached my flat switched on my laptop and I found out that it is not starting. I was already too much troubled to I didn’t bothered about it much and went to sleep. Phewwwww .... finally my troublesome day was over :D or atlease I hoped so.
There is a saying NO ONE DIES VIRGIN LIFE FUCKS ALL I think it was 100% correct with me in that case :D

27th Sept: Remembering a unsung Hero

2009-09-30T05:06:00.000-07:00

Sept 27 dont know if many would remember the date so FYI it was the birthday of Sardar Bhagat Singh. It was his 102nd birthday . What an irony it is that we all get a national Holiday on 2nd oct no offence meant and noone remembers the birthdate of the biggest pioneer revolutionary of this country. This is not just because of us I think it is the ignorance 0f media and the resources which make such an issue about some of the things which are in there intrest while ignore others not at all justified. But still this is not something new it happens always. the system in this country is too much biased. Not just in this case but it can be seen in birthdays of other national heroes too. No one remembers the birthdate of any of the national heroes other than few due to obvious reasons. Take cricket for another example it dont matters team wins or looses every news channels provides lengthy segments on the topic while on other sports just a headline is provided and then case closed. Someone who gave his life for this country dont deserves such an ignorance.
I dont want to spoil this thread so i will end it here

Copied from a thread in IC

शहीदों की चिता पर लगेंगे हर बरस मेले
वतन पे मरने वालों का यही बाकी निशान होगा
So said Ram Prasad Bismil the great poet and freedom fighter. All the great men and women who gave up there lives for the sake of Independence just had one wish, that the future generations would remember them. But have we been able to keep up the promise? The answer is no. Today is 102'nd birthday of The Great Bhagat Singh, a revolutionary who, at the young age of 23, chose death so that he can ignite the fire of revolution among the youth of India. But it seems no one remembers him. After 3 days, on 2'nd October there will be lot's of remembrance services and speeches and sermons to pay homage to Mahatma Gandhi as if he was the only one responsible for our independence. Millions of people, many of them unknown died with a vision of free India in there eyes. Even prominent names like Chandrashekhar Azad, Shubhash Chandra Bose seem to be removed from our history only because they didn't shared there views with some of them

\\YOUNGISTAN SHALL WAKE UP//

The missing I-pod

2009-09-20T06:54:00.000-07:00

I normal day with his/her normal lifestyle and following a normal routine. I got a phone call from my home that too a very normal thing as my parents call me every now and then.But the phone call was not as like the normal ones used to be. My mom told that my cousin brother is no more. His death became a front page news as another of the MiG 21 crashed near Punjab. He was Flt. Lt. Manu Akhouri last of the guys in Army from my Generation.I remembered him because my parents used to make me remember him.I was given the continuous and numerous examples of all my siblings whoever made some remarkable achievement.I used to be so much jealous of these kind of guys. I met him for the first time at a marriage and then again in a marriage.The last time I met him was when he came to Ranchi at his Grandmother's place.He had shown me some pics of the place where he took training and his GF.I loved his I-Pod so much that while leaving I stole it. My mom used to tell that he is a brilliant student and even a batch topper. His father is in Army and he followed his father's footsteps. He joined IAF how and when I dunno. Although I was not in contact with him for past few years and now I heard about him that he is no more.
I dont know how to react, Shall i feel proud that he belonged to my family or I feel normal as MiG crashes are just normal news nowdays. His batchmatesd said that he had time to jump out of parachute and letting the plane crash over the village but he chose otherwise. People cry and shout and later they forget and then a new one is there. It seems that Indians (we) have got used to it and change is no more possible

http://connect.in.com/manu-akhouri/article-mig-crash-flamed-out-another-iaf-pilot-0cdc7cd5e70c65ab893db8132b361515e0274ac6.html

The Without ticket journey

2009-07-14T04:53:00.000-07:00

My father got transferred to a small place in Bihar. So I had to do a three hours special journey to my new home this time. I was already so nervous when I came to know about no power no internet thing. I reached Patna and I had to catch another train to that place. My train arrived late and the train which I had to catch was about to leave. I asked a person over there he told me to get in. This WT journey was something that I always wanted to do but how. What would I do if the TT comes? From where I would pay the fine. What if he takes me to jail. I asked that guy who advised me about this and I irritated him the level which he couldn’t have imagined even in his wildest dreams. At last he told me to sit with him and just asked me one thing Pehli baar Bihar me aae ho. Then I felt proud to be a Bihari :D. He said that it is not only you who is travelling WT and he was correct at his point. If I had taken ticket and I would have shown to the TT then I would have felt myself as like an alien between everyone.
While sitting in a compartment of a local train without a fan and the bogie laden with passengers to the core. I had some wonderful experiences. A samosa wala came who was selling samosas of 1 rs each and it was damn tasty :P. The fear of getting caught by the TT was always ticking somewhere in my heart, And the fear al most came true when someone Said that TT is coming with GRP people. It was like meri fatt gai and aur bhi fatt gai when many of them jumped out of the train. Those people included that guy too who advised me this non-sense. Being new to the place I had no idea what to do. Well the TT came and checked everybody’s ticket. I had decided that I will say that I lost the ticket, I am ready to pay fine and please don’t take me to jail. I had my college I card ready to show them that see I study in Bangalore and I am new to this place. The TT came to my side without saying a word to me or even asking about the ticket he went ahead. May be because I was the one who looked like a responsible citizen on India. A 2 hour journey changed to 5 hours long and when I reached home I saw the place I was like having the biggest shock of my life. But there were many train journeys coming on the way. Someday later I will tell you about this :P. Till now let me enjoy these moments which includes 6 hours of power supply and a scorching heat. Yet I have found a cyber cafe which charges 50 rs an hour so no internet problem.BTW I think I need to post another blog to tell you about the place

Now Bored With Life

2009-06-07T21:07:00.000-07:00

The second blog I bring to you after the third bottle of glucose has been given to me.I have missed two of my internals and given rest two of them in high fever.Last night I got so much frustrated that I almost cried but I am a tough guy crying don’t suits me. Stuti di I lied to you when I called you I was still in hospital at that time. Photon plus rocks \m/ Carry anywhere internet will continue. only they don’t let me remain wake up till long in night, WTF. I am just worried about that hospital bill :|. PS: I have completed my first roadies selection video in the same high fever and I want you people to vote me to get into next round. For more check my status message.

Ok lets get to the point. The purpose of writing this blog was that how boring my life and the world around me has gone. How it bites me so badly that I want to get rid of it. I landed in Bangalore on 27^th august 2007 and now two years are about to complete. First year was exciting as for the first time I got experienced with many things. And then after I reached in second year out of hostel staying with new roommates. First few months passed with no problems. Then there came ego clashes and fights and big fights. If felt like I have been subjected to some kind of cycle going to college returning back and all those non sense.

I need something different now. I am really bored with all these things. I am bored with seeing the same old face from two years and two years more to continue. I am fed up of that alarm which rings every morning at 9:00 AM and then at 4:20 PM. And moreover I am bored of myself. With that fever screwing my life once again I don’t think anyone will save me from a year back. My internals marks are not going to increase and in few months my fate will be decided.

I want to get out of this hospital. This old man at my right side farts too much. I think this is the time to leave all things I am addicted with and start it all again. I have made some really good friends with time just hope that they don’t forget me. For four years consecutively I won the best spammer award at different positions. That fetched me nothing. From two years I am winning Quiz competition in my college and also that GD in which no one speeks. Even they are not going to fetch me anything.

It’s been 8:00 PM and my friends are here so I need to stop this and catch you people later.

PS : don’t blame on me for so many mistakes. I am really frustrated with all of it happening. I really want to share my problems with my someone but I have got no one. Not even that F’Ked up people who cannot miss a single internals for me

My Friend Bobby

2009-05-23T07:49:00.000-07:00

I have got a unique friend circle.Not because my friends are unique but because they are my friend. I am writing this story while I am in hospital and just taken 2 bottles of glucose. They say that khali dimag shaitan ka ghar ban jata hai this is the effect of some kind of that feeling. So the story starts with my friend bobby who always keeps crying that his cat ran away after 20 days he fed him came to me and asked me that I write so good stories why don’t I write one for him. So simply to make the matter rafa dafa I said that I will write something for him. The thing is that when you talk something in favour of him he becomes so much happy that it cannot be described here,it would be pretty gay to say that. So I forgot that talk and became busy with my life (crap).Again after few days bobby came back to me and demanded the same thing. So I replied him that how can I write something for him as stories are written for them who do something different, bobby said that he will do something different and he will make me write something for him :-\.

I never thought that he has thrown me some challenge until a day when I saw him coming and he is making a donkey riding his back. In reply to the obvious question that when the hell this he is replied that everyone rides a donkey but he has done something different so now it’s time that I write something for him. I said it is not different it is insane go do something different.

Again the matter closed for few days until one day I got a call for him asking me to meet at some place. He said that this will really make me write a story for him. Cursing myself that why did I made such a promise to such a person I went to see him. This time he had called me at his home and was really wishing that he don’t make me write my first gay experience of my life. After reaching his home when my hands were about to reach that call bell button I heard some weird barking sound. I thought that he has bought home some new breed of dog at his home instead what I saw shocked me.

I saw my dear lovable friend bobby tied to a rope as they do to the dogs and he is behaving like them. With a strange feeling I stepped inside the gate and at that moment he jumped upon me as like a bulldog and my first gay experience was about to be written when he said. Look this is something different please write a story for me. I was like WTF. I asked him to get away from me and told him that it is not different it is pagalpan and some special words which I don’t want to post here :P. I really wish that I don’t get this type of task when I perform in roadies battleground.

Fuming at him I returned back to my place. I was shocked for three days and forgot to take food twice because I simply kept thinking about that incident. It’s not that some kind of gay feelings were coming over me instead I was completely shocked. I am still shocked that’s why I am not getting appropriate words for this. This incident kept rotating into my mind for several days and when I was about to forget this chapter my best friend again called me and said that this time he will really make me write a story about himself. I was so much irritated by him that I simply begged him that please don’t call me again or do anything insane. I will do write a story for you

So my dear friends this the story of bobby which he finally made me write.

PS: I don’t have any gay feelings towards him. He too is straight and me too

Can we love IC370

2009-05-15T10:11:00.000-07:00

India community on orkut has crossed 800k members last month and now is very fastly moving to get 900k members.It feels proud be a member of that community.When I joined it back in 2006 it had only about 250k members .3 years I have spent in the community and India community was never this strict. The number of rules and regulations that have been imposed in that community makes me feel that I am back to my school. There is an official thread for everything and when you post your query in that thread no one replies but when you make a thread for the query, mods delete it. Irony !!

The time I had joined there it was like a bunch of hate mongers and Ad threads.At that time these threads were known as spam threads which killed 75% of time of the mods but still with 6 mods at that time community was running very well and now with 10 moderators it feels like chaos.Every mod is into his own rules and it seems that not all mods agree with each other. Now people fear posting in any of the topic that they may get removed if any of the mod consider it as spaming. Trolling is fun and not every member can spend his time in HC or just fighting over religious issues. It is not all the time that IC video is released or IC awards happen Member want something different and just in a search of finding different they get banned

I know Azam,Vishal,Utkarsh.tushar,Nithya are doing a hard job to keep that community clean and spam free. But if active members have to suffer in it then is it worth it ? U enter IC and what u see : fight and sex - The Ever Hot Topic ! If someone tries to do something different sooner than later, he gets the action. Mods love few buttons: ban, remove, delete.

One thing mods should also know is that no one gives a damn to this community or any other community on orkut or facebook. And if it continues then it will not take much time for this comm to become a passenger train and the comm’s activeness will not be much more than IPFC or IR. Its Just because of so many rules that very less members are left active there and comm’s activeness is as good as any other comm on orkut !! who are active and keep the community alive are their just because they love the community and in return they don’t deserve a ban or remove just because he/she have spammed or a warning coz he/she is not behaving as a particular mod wants. Just think about it there are many communities on orkut but still we are
their coz we are IC ADDICTED

Becoming mod of India community is not a privilege it is a responsibility. Some mod thinks that just because he is a moderator he can utter anything he wants is not at all correct. Many people here consider IC their second home and people like me have found best friends through this community only. Let us love IC370 and not make us feel that IC is boring am just entering here coz I am addicted to it.

PS:Thank you Simran for getting my mistakes corrected :D

Jhumri Telaiya Blues

2009-04-14T02:07:00.001-07:00

Most of the people think that Jhumri Telaiya is simply fake, a funny name just made by a bunch of creative people for lame humour. If you too think so then let me tell you that it is not. Jhumri Telaiya exists for real. It is the place where I have spent 20 years of my life and will continue to do so.It is the place where my father started his job in SBI and later settled with my mom. It is my hometown. For the first time I heard its name in a movie I felt that I live in such a famous place. But people don’t believe this even once I was scolded in my school for cracking jokes. One of my orkut friend Karamjeet had to search Google to know that if it existed for real and many of them get angry. A girl simply reject my friend request saying that I was fake profile now what can I do and tell them? simply provide Wikipedia links or so. Even nowadays no one believes Wikipedia and it cannot be seen in Google earth. When I was in DAV a sir joined here from Orissa I told that when he was said that he has to join Jhumri Telaiya he thought that they are joking with him and later he was scared to imagine what kind of place it would be later this sir ran away with a 12th class student and got married
. Jhumri Telaiya used to be a sort of political centre of Bihar as that one of the CM of Bihar Sri K.B Sahay was from here only and his grandson is a very good friend of mine and now it is of more importance in the politics of Jharkhand. In 20 years this place changed a lot. The grounds where we used to play cricket and football is now filled with houses. The place which never knew the meaning of Traffic jams has the Jams and the longest ones. Now accidents are increasing and now cases of Rapes and suicides also come in news. When I was in DAV that students used to be so simple and cool the thing was not that we didn’t used to talk with girls but there was decency and now it has reached to the extent of vulgarity. The skirts became so much short that the school Administration had to change the dress for girls to Salvar Suit :o. Of course the girls are damn hot here but most of them are so mean minded. It is not their fault small places resists in making a person broad minded. But it is not only about girls everyone there is the same lucky me that I my parents were not one of them
Jhumri Telaiya is the biggest centre for mica production or better say used to be. Once the whole place roads and everything used to be covered with mica dust so much that everyone had a shining effect on his face. Many parents of my rich friends are still in this business even today.And this is the business that made Jhumri Telaiya became famous.The story is the people then had nothing to do other than cutting mica and listening Vividh Bharti and they used to send their song requests on radio programs because of which Jhumri Telaiya became famous. Now mica is not so much found everywhere and only few of the mines are working now, One of them is Bandar Chua Mine. The natural view here is very nice. We have a Dam which is never heard in any of the geography books but it is a very good picnic spot. Then there are underground caves and a hill shines at daytime around 10 to 2 or so and a Waterfall about which I used to think that the liril soap ad was shot at this place only :P. After 10th class I went to Ranchi so I didn’t got much time to interact here. Still my school teachers give my example to mischievous students. I was so much famous that the bomb which I blasted in the chamber of the principle of my school in Ranchi became news here.
I did many things here and did all those things a person does in his life. The first porn I watched was at this place. Internet charges in 2002 used to be 50 rs an hour and I used this service twice a week. The first e mail ID I made and still I am using the same. I fell in love with the most beautiful girl of this world which started a group fighting between my group and his brother’s group which was later solved by a cricket series now he too is the best friend of mine. And then a series of girls with whom I kept falling in love on regular basis. I enjoyed my short fame after few of my singing competitions wins. I betrayed the girl who believed me like her brother, I still feel sorry for her and really miss her:( when she will meet me I will say sorry. I want too much to share but I don’t want to make it longer and more boring.
So next time you hear name of this place don’t laugh and try finding the song called chalo Jhumri Telaiya by Sudesh Bhosle its real funny

The Most Hated Person in Bangalore

2009-03-04T23:24:00.000-08:00

In our life we meet many people. We like some we start hating some and remain neutral towards some. But hating someone to such an extent that you wish his to chop in pieces every time you see him and wish to throw those pieces in hot boiling oil. Strange na....I have the same kind of feeling towards someone and I want to do the same thing described above .I am talking about the bus conductors of Bengaluru.I haven’t seen so much rough and rude spoken people ever in my life. I feel the every conductor has the same father or mother who has taught them the same way to behave or maybe they all studied in the same school. Might be somewhere in Bengaluru there is a separate school for those who want to choose their career as bus conductor. They simply think that the bus in which he is taking tickets belongs to his own father and is obliging the passengers to travel in his bus. They feel their birth right to push a person standing and they themselves stand in the place where ladies are standing, what the hell. I myself have so many experiences with different type of conductors that I have started to feel that these conductors are only one person with some superhuman strength to be in different buses at the same time and power to change their face. Another problem occurs is of the language. Don’t know why I don’t understand what they say and they can’t make me understand what they want to say. It is simply like say something and do something stuff. I just wish that some fine day would come when I will get to fulfil my desire till now I am happy with abusing them at face that’s good that they don’t understand :D

Ban’Galore

2009-01-13T05:47:00.000-08:00

No smoking no drinking no shoughting this is the place called Ban’galore or may be I have know the place like this only.The last time I had went to a fresher’s party of another college at a place zero G (zero gravity) The DJ was asking people not to make noise on the dance floor and at a moment he simply walked away when people continued to do so (but the girls were real sexy there).This was not his order but this is a rule here but how it is possible to prevent people from making noise on dance floore.
This is not an instance.The working bangalorian has no night life.The club timings here is just upto 11 PM or so.So an average bangalorian follows the rule of early to bed and early to rise. Even one cannot play music or party at his own place late in night or he may face some action against.Even or 31st night most of the clubs stopped playing loud music after 12 and most of the pubs closed after 1 PM or so.
I don’t know what Bangalore’s Admininstration actually wants to prove by putting ban on all this things.After 9 to 9 of working at his place people have right to get refreshed have some fun instead he is made to sleep at 11 pm.If Admininstration wants really to take some action or do really good then they should improve the traffic condition or make places free from stray dogs. I hope all the movements and steps being taken by people and newspapers may help making Bangalore a party city again

Memory power

2008-11-13T21:02:00.000-08:00

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

2008-10-22T22:12:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-04T23:31:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-16T04:26:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-29T03:09:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-20T02:55:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-15T05:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-06T11:15:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-22T03:01:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-20T06:59:00.000-07:00

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

2008-04-13T03:42:00.001-07:00

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

2008-03-29T12:31:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-04T02:26:00.001-08:00

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

2008-03-04T02:16:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-19T10:04:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-19T09:55:00.000-08:00

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

2008-02-19T01:25:00.000-08:00

M comming back soon on blogspot
:D

just wait for me :P

khade khade