My Friend Bobby

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

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

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

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