Ding dong. 27^th is gone. You know 27^th November 2009 is coined as “Khatam Day” by Mr. Manish M. Jain aka Dino. Khatam day started with a bang when Dino found out that he had no toothpaste, soap, shampoo and conditioner before going to college. All Khatam. He borrowed everything from “ME” to be able to attain a condition so that he can attend classes. The virus of khatam day was found to be communicable when Dino caught tears coming down from my eyes in the class. My heart & my image Khatam. Venny nair then Khatamed the course same day. Sanjay Kichloo got rashes all over his hands. See another Khatam thing. I forgot other Khatams of that day. Dino this blog was demanded by you & let me tell you this is even more pathetic than your highly dramatized, no substance PJs. But you see I am such a good friend that I can sacrifice a post for you so that it matches your intellectual level.

Sanjay “saala” kichloo got the shock of his life to see my bed completely “organized”; bed sheet in place completely covering the bed, no clothes lying on it, mobile chargers on the table, wallets & connectors in the right place, restaurants’ menu glued to the wall near bed & the cricket bat under the bed. He got the second blow  when he saw me having a PURE vegetarian meal. So here is the declaration; I am going to be disloyal to chickens, prawns, crabs & fish till I pass out from ITM at least. No specific reasons but I feel like having veg henceforth. By the way I hated the taste in the afternoon but treasured the feel. I guess you know the reason. ;)

Annoyed, frustrated, irritated, exasperated & devastated. This is just to give you a feel. I feel way more forced than what the words portray. ITM sucks to the core man. When my batch mates were boycotting classes one after the other, I never supported them. I thought there were other serene means to resolve the issue. Not that I am a fan of M.K.Gandhi still I thought our step was extreme. Just for the records I am a diehard fan of Netaji. I mean imagine a person from the east India achieving that feat by meeting Hitler & all. Besides I like gifted students & he was an impeccable one. Anyway, now I do realize even boycotting was a negligible step. We should have taken other intense steps. I have every reason to react like this.

There was this director of ours who on a fine morning comes up with the disgusting idea of “Development Of Responsible Corporate Citizen” & lays a norm for that. I mean what on earth made him believe that we would be responsible by attending guest lecture throughout the day. Ask him to get responsible & use something called as a “deodorant” and also a mouth freshener. I know I am being so coldblooded but I have to.

Then I get the good news, Dean going out, Director becoming the Dean & a new fresh director for the last 4 odd months. I say Yippie & tried to enquire about the new director. I hear some pretty cool stuff about him which makes me heave a sigh of relief. Thank god. Finally the old director is out of here.

By the way do you remember a proverb that we read quite a few years back? “Out of the frying pan, into the fire”. God I should have remembered that. I mean this is ITM after all. The new director comes up with an even more sickening idea. Now we need to get the details of some company (details also include company’s mission & vision…F****** S***) & I really can’t figure out why. Moreover he has made it compulsory for us or strict action would be taken against us.

Now what? Do they expect us to do that on a Sunday? Come on! You can’t be serious Sir & if by any chance you are then I have simply no words. I guess my silence speaks a lot more than my words.

Lastly I urge you to rethink your plan & kindly allow us to lead something called LIFE. 

You remember the day

When we walked through the divine rain

I won’t be walking with you anymore

Still I would like the rain to bless you again.

I laze alone in dark right through the night

Suddenly I break down & cry

I knew you were never mine

Even so I ask god, I don’t know why.

I wish I could cry a river

I will scream out loud “hooray”

You want to know why

So that I can sail far away.

You made me realize my dreams

But all that is now completely scattered

I am down in the mouth & dead on your feet

On a whim lost everything all that mattered. 

When we walk down the memory lane, retain information about every wee bit of life, we always wish to relive those moments once again; enjoying the blissful moments, putting right our mistakes & getting things that we lost somewhere in-between. I really don’t know about girls, but for boys it’s always the same. When in early days, you wish to be treated as an adult & once you come out of your teen-age you tend to take a U-turn & desire to go back once again. Adit’s life was no different either. He was born in a highly sophisticated family in a remote place of a not-so-famous part of the marvelous India. He was considered divinely blessed as on the day of his birth a group of Himalayan priests visit that place to bless the child. Two days after he falls sick. What happened there after is still a mystery but his recovery extended a ray of happiness all over. There was this usual bunch of kids who read the right books, wore the right clothes, said the right words & played the right game. The other usual bunch of kids was there too who revolted against every norm of the society. Unfortunately Adit was not allowed to join any of these groups. He had to let down his home, parents, friends & his life at the age of four in search of the unattainable. His family did a great sacrifice with raging fire in heart. It was a sacrifice of the highest order. Even death shed tears looking at his pain.

I know you would not find a particular flow in the post. That’s because I started having something else on my mind, but then changed track in-between. I did not want to stop at that very moment so went on till I could. Sorry for the confusing & pointless post. I would be back VERY soon with some extremely absorbing stuff.

Great. I am happy. Let me tell you why. Now here is this “pampers” friend of mine famously known as Ms. Neha Tripathy whom I had a conversation with today after a long long time. We were a group of six friends whom teachers called as “UDDHATA PILA”. (Unable to translate it to English, but it’s something similar to mischievous gang). We were probably in STD IV then. I was the first one to leave the town after 8^th. Everybody then moved out in search of their dreams & we lost contact. 2 years back I got back in touch with Anubhav & now Neha joins the party. Here is an excerpt of the mobile conversation that we had today.

1 – I, 2 – Neha

Mobile rings with my fav “NAAGIN” tune.

1 – Ammm…Hello. (Was sleeping)

2 – How are you Sir?

1 – Sorry, Who is this? Did not get you.

2 – What? You did not get me? Sherlock Holmes forgot his tricks or what? You have to guess me on the very 1^st attempt else I will ask Brother Thomas to take over. (She was the class monitor & always threatened me with this line in school. Brother Thomas was our vice principal. )

1 – Oh my holy God! (My eyes were wide open, was feeling my pulse on my neck). Don’t’ tell me! It’s you. Yes it’s you. My god. What did I do to get a call from you after so long? Wait a minute. Is it really you? How did you get my number?

2 – (Smiling perhaps). Don’t yell. This is a damn reliance phone & yeah this is your very own Neha. I got your number from Anubhav just now. I was so excited that I called you straight-away. So how is your M….B….A going on?

1 – What is that? Sarcasm? Its good. But I guess we are not supposed to talk about our studies & careers. Wait a while. Why are we talking in English? Come on we are not in the school campus. I want your typical Oriya Ganjami style. (Henceforth the conversation was in Oriya). So you still in Orissa? (Got to know that from the number).

2 – Aaaahhhh…You still try memorizing STD codes. Don’t you? Naa I am here for my sister’s marriage. I hope you remember her. She is 27 now. She is getting to married to the only guy-friend or boy friend that she had in these many years. Is not she lucky?

1 – Hey. Great News. Wish her best luck on my behalf. Wish I could be there. Hey give me your gtalk id. Orkut & facebook also. Hey twitter & linkedin too. Na gtalk will  be great. Rest I will find out.

2 – Easy Boy easy. I know you are excited. I am more excited than you. You coming to Orissa next month?

1 – Nopes. Placements Dear. Stop it. Don’t want to discuss about that.

2 – I know. I know. Anu told me that you were still the same. So tell me about you. What happened to your lady love?

1 – I am still single. What about you?

2 – You expect me to believe that? Mr. Manu (This was my pet name then) is not with the love of his life. You in Mumbai. Right? So you did not find anyone in Mumbai?

1 – I found & lost. I will tell you later. Tell me about you first.

2 – Ok. Your tone does not suggest that you are really interested to talk about this. Leave it. I don’t want to spoil this conversation of ours. I am still the same re. I am dating a guy now. He is like the 6^th guy that I am dating. So I am still serious about fooling around guys.

1 – How mean? But would not comment. So tell me when are we meeting?

2 – I am coming to Mumbai next year & you know meeting you would be 1^st thing on my schedule.

1 – Yeah better. So give me your mobile number fast.

2 – Hey I need to hang up now. Need to go out with Dad. Want to talk to Mom? & I am sending you my number now.

1 – Na re not now. You know I am very bad at these formalities & all. Would call tonight after 10 & tell aunty that I still miss her “Khiri” (oriya term for kheer).

2 – Yeah Sure. Call me after 10 for sure. I will wait for your call. Mom is asking whether you have put on some weight or not?

1 – Say her, I am deliberately not gaining weight so that I can have her handmade heavy food always.

2 – Chalo. I would really have to leave now. You know Dad. By the way would wait for you call tonight. Chal take care. Miss You. Love You. Bye

1 – Miss you too. Take care. Call you later. Babye.

Guys, I know there was no need or point to post this. But i was just trying to know what it feels like being in the shoes of Chetan Bhagat. Tell me. 

Just the last day I thought I had no time. Guess what today after sleeping for the whole day, I feel super energized to post something. Love is not the substance of discussion this time as I am striving to follow my friend’s suggestion. So let’s get candid this time.

Everybody has been talking about “women empowerment” for quite a few years now. I am strongly against the very idea of it. They were always empowered. I mean if a girl walks down the street in her micro miniskirt & even smaller top, all the eyes would be scanning through every part of her body. Now ask a guy to do that with his shorts & a t-shirt. People would be intentionally taking their gaze away just to make sure that the highly insane person does not notice them. See how empowered they are & how damned men are.

Being a student of a management course, the 120 boys in our class thought of bringing it to the same level & tried their hands on bitching & even catfights. Out of a whole lot of them the mental games & word fights between the people having “work experience” have definitely been the most fascinating ones. It gets more electrifying once the topic pops out in a “daaru” party. I am not going to explain the whole story. I mean why would I? Do we get to find out the things that they discuss over in the girl’s hostel? Nehhh.

This post was just to let the ladies of our college know that we are not far behind. We will catch up soon but thanks for being inspirations. Teach us some more captivating stuff.

Yippie. Here it is. My 50^th post on “my” blog. God! I am really happy! Now this post would not draw attention to any particular subject as this one belongs to the “50 count” exclusively. If you ask me, I would say this has been worth taking a trip.

Some very special inspirations motivated me to start a blog of my own. The whole idea having your own blog seemed cool also. First few posts were general. Then I used my muscle to attract visitors. I used some of the pathetic marketing skills also to endorse my blog but at the end of the day they all had a say in the success.

Somewhere in the middle I lost the plot but was quick to bounce back. I knew language was never my might so I concentrated on all other stuff to make it out of the ordinary.

High point I would say was to get the offer from OUTLOOK & the most awful moment was when I blogged apologies through my confession post which took a very heavy toll later on.

I thank everybody who contributed to my blog as inspirations for some post, as the centre of attraction, as critics, as motivators & as visitors.

To name a few, I am grateful to Puneet, Manish, Naveen, Jnana, Sona, Aarohi, Kanak, Shweta, Mona, Roohi, Surbhi & of course “my girl”. Guys pardon me if I missed out on someone’s name but you know I sincerely value your feedbacks.

Now I am going to take some time off from blogging as I am really experiencing a bad phase in my life. But I promise I will be back soon & would reproduce the magic once again.


 As we all say

“K33P DA MAGIKKK ALIVE”

I did not want to say you ever

All my heartfelt story

Never did I desire to comprehend

The unsatisfied addicted glory.

I never showcased my love to you

The rose that I always kept as a bud

But you did not know something

All this time I was crying only blood.

You can’t see my tears

As I deliberately walk through the rain

Words fail to explain

My clause & my agonizing pain.

Finally, all shattered

All that I want to say

A cute smile of yours

Always makes my day.

I am always going to be there for you.

N.B. - Some of my friends doubted the originality of my last poem. So obvious of them. He he. Let me tell you last poem was a piece of creation of mine & only mine though some lines were inspired from famous poems. So now this post of mine is not even inspired from anything. It is completely my stuff which I put pen to paper in the “Marketing Strategy” lecture

26-11 turned out to be a disastrous day for me once again. I don’t know why I keep getting them this frequently these days. Thankfully I still have some energy to sit back & post something.

Well, our campus recruitment process went all guns blazing after Eli Lilly visited our campus today. For those who don’t know much about the company let me inform you that it’s a 133 year old company featuring at the 122^nd place on the fortune 500 list.

The day was set on track with the pre placement talks. We all got a major blow when the CTC of 0.4 million Indian rupees was reduced to 18000 odd rupees as the take home. The profile was an additional concern as it did not provide scope to shift to any other trade apart from sales.  As I could not have backed out from the process, I decided to show my worst GD skills. I spoke for hardly 15 seconds in a 10 minute GD & utilized the rest in drawing some face & of course listening to my group mates.

The result got declared after 30 minutes or so & I got the second blow of the day. I was ******* selected. I had no option than to sit for the interviews. But my old friend Mr. Jena came as a savior & went on to be more “frank” than he was supposed to be. Come on! He was asked to be frank. J. I mean none of us were interested but he became the malefactor. Still he helped the whole lot & we were saved. I could not have afforded this after the matrix thing.

Well another thing also kept me eventful today. I was striving to set right a blunder that I committed long back UNINTENTIONALLY. Today was like the judgment day & I was convicted for the crime. Aahhh... The punishment that I got was ruthless. Guys don’t you ever do such a thing especially with your friends. You would land up in an alien environment. Tomorrow is like another vital day for me. I know I am going to lose two of my sweet friends but I guess fate is the navigator & ruler of my life now. I don’t know how am I going to face them from tomorrow, but I will have to learn the trick fast.  

Life has it's ways of surprising u every time.When u think..damn!It's over!.It's actually just the beginning.. Love looking forward to life! This is the latest tweet of Priyanka Chopra.

So taking inspiration from my favorite bollywood celebrity, probably God has some interesting & better surprises for me.

So cheers to life.

  

Friends demand me to tell you all

That I always wanted to say,

I know this isn’t going to relieve me

For sure you are going to go away from me one day.

I don’t want that day to get closer

I want you to always smile

Knowing you are there somewhere around me

Keeps me alive

Baby, why can’t you hear the words

Through my eyes that I have already said

My feelings are true for you

True as the blood is red.

All this love that I feel

In the deepest corner of my heart

And all this pain with me

That would never part.

I hate to meet “her” everyday. The more I see her; more I have to believe that she can’t be mine. I rebuke myself. But my mind & heart disapprove to listen to my plea. I close my eyes and wait for the excruciating pain to take control over my senses & give me lethal blows, the now familiar pain of unfulfilled addiction towards her.

I stay back at home, fight every single battle with no hope of triumph but the only thing that still motivates me to fight is even if I can’t win, nevertheless the war would definitely end. I would land up on the losing side, completely broken, miserable, dead beat & dejected.

But the war just does not seem to be over. Every time I lose a battle, I tend to find some extra soldiers in some of the better-off moments that we have shared together & I get the vigor to fight again.

I guess my life is gone. It has completely gone astray & traumatized.

"Tears in my eyes, You on my mind

Love in my heart, Oceans in-between"

I love You!!!

First things first. Let me tell you Mumbai is damn hot. I mean it is even hotter than the hot babes featuring on Mr. Mallya’s swimsuit calendar every year. And by that I mean baking, vaporizing, boiling, roasting hot. Not only is it hot, it is clammy, muggy, windless & sticky. Words fail me else I would have written something more. I just came back after having my lunch at Barkat’s & trust me I feel like having no energy what so ever in me. It was just a ride of 2 minutes. Now I can truly understand the need of girls for putting on so much make-up while going out. Damn it. The mercury level does not go below even 20 degrees in Mumbai. God! I miss my home. 

I went through a similar post on another blog, liked the concept & had to come up with my sets of answers.

*Think back to ten years ago on this month.*
Write truthful answers and ELABORATE. This makes it more interesting!


Then: November 1999
1. Age: 12 years
.2. Romantic Status: Obviously Single.
3. Occupation: Student.
4. Fun night out: Watching Cricket all night long & studying hard in-between: P
5. I spent way too much time: Sleeping and Playing.
6. I spent not enough time: Naaa….I always knew what I wanted & how much time I must spend for that.
7. I wanted to be when I grew up: A Scientist or an international cricket player
8. Biggest concern: Playtime!
9. What my biggest concern should have been: Don't know.. Maybe studies?
10. Where did I live: A place called Athgarh in Orissa.
11. Dumbest thing I did that year: I don't know.. What could I have done so dumb? I mean I was                                                12, I was supposed to do silly stuff.


Now: November 2009
1. Age: 22 years.
2. Romantic Status: In a complicated relationship ;(
3. Occupation: Still a Student
4. Fun night out: Nights stay at some hilly place with at least four draughts in my hand.
5. I spend way too much time: on the Internet/Phone
7. I spend not enough time: Studying (Some changes are good, you see ;))

8. I want to be when I grow up: No aspirations nothing. :P
9. Biggest concern: Career.
10. What my biggest concern should be: The same, But a more NON lethargic approach :P
11. Where do I live: Mumbai.
12. Dumbest thing I have done this year: So many of them. Probably posting something which I was not supposed to on my blog.


Summary:
1. What do I miss most from 1999: Carefree Playtime
2. What do I miss least from 1999: I don't know.. life was so happy. :D
3. What have I accomplished in 10 years that I am most proud of: hmmm.. Nothing actually.
4. What have I NOT accomplished in 10 years that I wish I had: Loads of things!

The placement season is finally set in motion. Last day it was Porta Enterprises which came to the campus short listing 80 odd students after the GD for the subsequent rounds. Here I really don’t want to give my observations on the company’s credibility as I guess I do not have the rights to comment on a company which found me worthless for its operations. See even the CEO of the company can be really dim-witted.  J

Placement is the time wherein you actually showcase your worth & flair. I am really happy for some of my friends who performed luminously as expected & who took everyone by sheer surprise by cracking the initial companies. Congrats to all who got selected & all they very best to the rest.

Anyway let’s get started with my reality check now.

GDs are what I am talking about. I know GD was never my muscle & can never be. Ask me for a presentation with no groundwork, I will take you to the cloud 9. I don’t know what exactly the thing with GDs is, but I get all edgy. There was this GD of Porta wherein I had all my friends in my group but even that did not enable me to speak well. I don’t know but my voice got chocked up & words could barely make their way out of my mouth.  It’s not that I did not have points or I was nervous but it’s just a like a mental block that I have with GDs.

Now this is a situation that I have been facing since my school days. Communication skill is a word that baffles me the most. I get this awe-inspiring appreciation from a communication faculty one day & the next day I am being pounded by some other faculty for not having adequate skills in it. When I was studying in the state board, I had never featured on the toppers list in English but when I showed the same skills in an English medium school, I became the unquestionable frontrunner. This mystification chased me to the campus placements after my graduation also. I remember having quite a time discussing this thing with my parents then. On a fine Saturday, TCS visits the campus and after the interviews asks me whether I would be interested in joining the company’s PR team apart from the boring software job as I had brilliant communication skills.Two days later Wipro (Satyam may be, I am not sure) comes & discards me saying my communication skills are not good enough. The latest addition to this is even more bewildering. My father reads my blog (thank god he did not take those love posts too seriously) & the first response that I get is “what pathetic skills! No direction, no synergy. Writing is not only about putting words in order. It should be meaningful & soulful” Guess what the next day I get a mail from the Associate Editor of OUTLOOK magazine asking me to write an article for them. See how puzzling a simple word can be.

Guys please let me know if you have any solution to this. Tadaaaa…

It was way back in December 2008 when I started blogging. Reasons were pretty simple. I had too much free time, the whole idea of having your own blog was really cool & most importantly I thought I write decent enough. After some posts I came into my own & started concentrating on my focus area.

With due apologies to everyone who had to endure my love posts last month, will now post something which is different. I guess I got carried away by my emotions.

I chanced to make a visit to Andheri, Mumbai for my interview which turned out to be a catastrophe but the experience of getting the muddle of different kind of smells all over the city especially in local trains was dreadful. I mean you never really make out what stench you are going to experience the very next moment. The smells and stinks in the city have been a chew over needing an escape for a long time now.

Now forget Mumbai. Let us talk about our very own Kharghar. No not even Kharghar, I am talking about CH-2 wing of Kendriya Vihar. The moment you tend to enter the elevator (sounds cool than lift. Is not it?), you start feeling the heat. I mean I use the lift at least thrice a day but I am yet to figure out the smell. I don’t know whether I should blame the inmates of flat no. 51 or the security guard. I guess the brownish dog is the culprit but then the unlawful is still under cover.

This post should not in any circumstance be taken in a light stratum. It’s an appeal to the responsible inhabitants of CH 2. 

It took me a while to fully explain my predicament to me. I was so very mystified. I knew there was something at the back of my mind always but could never figure it out.  At first I thought to bring up that in my blog. I started penning down the inner voice on a blank page. Surprisingly everything became clear & every curtain just got cleared up one after the other. The more the story was unfolding itself, scarier was it getting. I was getting distressed & the fretfulness was always there. I decided to wind up the story before the story could give its final blow. The way out was to stop scripting or even to obliterate the whole thing. But then I guess I considered necessary some means to put across what I truly felt.

Boys always like to introduce themselves as “aaa bbb, single”. Don’t they? But deep down their heart the hormones always push the feelings to add another line to that introduction. “Ready to mingle” is something that is understood with boys when they say they are single. Things are straightforward when they are ready but their dream girls are not but things get knotty when they get confused themselves. (This paragraph is specially dedicated to Ms. Garnaik & Mr. Jain)

Well in my case things were always clear-cut but I made them convoluted myself. I strived to baffle my friends & in turn entered a self-created labyrinth.

There was this syrupy girl who never became the center of attraction but caught everyone’s eyes in my class. Being completely straight I was no different either. But that was nothing more than an “eye-tonic” (as coined by Ms. Nautanki). When someone asked me about my dream girl it was an obvious choice for me to take her name as anybody would believe it.

The two persons whom I said her name were convinced. Other people started doubting my affair with one of those two. (Gosh! Too puzzling. Is not it?)

Now here go my confessions.

1.       Reason for taking her name before you two was to pull wool over your eyes as I never really wanted anyone to know her name. (really sorry girls, but you know you two are the “best-est” of friends that I have here)

2.      My girl is someone who no one would ever figure out cause she is not the “fall for” type. I don’t really know what I mean by that word. Ha ha. See How Confused I am!  But let me tell you she is one of the mesmerizing human beings to know & you would enjoy every second you spend with her.

3.      They say always save the best for the last. Here goes the deadliest one. Though anybody would hardly believe it but yes I do love her. I love her a lot. Though I know I can’t be with her forever but these last few days will always remain as the best days of life.

More often than not, you have to let go a few things in life. Sometimes for the better, sometimes because one day you want them to come back while often because you have no option left. You have to say goodbye sooner or later to someone who you really care for. This is the phase of life which you can never avoid. Just a thought that I wanted to mention on my blog. :)

For the first time ever, my gtalk status message was getting all the attention & I kept getting pings from one & all demanding enlightenment. Rather than copying & pasting the same stuff every time I thought, I would better use my blog for that.

The story starts way back in 1997 when I was proposed by a girl. It was the day when I realized girls are emotional fools, the day when I realized they are no better than useless trash, the day when I realized there was only one person from the opposite gender that you should care for (your mom), the day when I realized how lucky I was to be born as a boy.

Much later I saw this girl in my chemistry class. Sweet, simple, classy, stylish yet a bit complicated like some mystery. I was so flabbergasted to see such a beauty. She was the girl who made me realize how wrong I was, the girl who made me realize how damned I was to be born as a boy.

I thought I was so lucky to have her. I thought she would love & care for me forever. I thought she would help me dream of what I want from life. I thought she would be my dreams & my life.

I thought you loved me for what I am. I thought I could be “I” when I am with you. I thought it was about our dreams. I thought we together would do everything. But honestly now I feel like you are pulling the wool over my eyes. I am no longer confident. I am no longer motivated. I am no longer inspired. I am no longer happy. I am no longer myself.

All these things hurt me a lot. But I still trust you. You break my heart every single time but I join the broken pieces together & try to be happy once again. I am still trying to find the love & warmth that i used to see in your eyes. I am still trying to find the hope. I am still trying to find out the reason to live. See my heart still beats for you & it will forever. 

This post is actually inspired by Shikha, the lovely damsel from the blue city of Jodhpur & a post that I just read Now wedding bells have started ringing for a lot of my friends. And boy, are they confused about the ding-dong? Hell Yes. So let me help them a bit through my expert comments.

Advantages of having a beautiful wife

1.       It boosts your social stature and you can flaunt her in public n parties

2.      Sex doesnt get boring after 1 year, 3 months and 12 days.

3.      You can expect good looking offsprings.

Now let me throw some light on the bitter truths (trade-off that you are supposed to encounter)

1.       If the girl is damn pretty, then she has had 23 full time & 192 part time boyfriends before meeting you. (Most probably your good-looking girl is not a virgin)

2.      If the girl happens to be somewhat pretty, she is not the one who can be tamed or domesticated as against an ugly looking wife.

3.      If you find out that you are first hunk in the girl’s life then be assured of the fact that you would not feel like taking her to parties & gatherings after marriage.

4.      If you are expecting a fully furnished flat in Mira road along with a BMW Z class then get mentally prepared to have extra-marital affairs as you are not going to be contained with the girl by any chance.

Remember, its not a course of action..its a fine art..a lifetime INVESTMENT!

Manish, I guess you got the point.

Sometimes even morning classes can blow you by utter surprises & turn out to be deliciously entertaining. (Not even what a patiyala peg of Johnny Walker can b…Controversial?)

Aahhh…the same old appealing face, the same old stunning look, the same old engaging smile, the same old alluring walk, the same old but refreshingly new girl.

I saw her on my way to college last day. I watched her from the cigarette “adda” nearby. She was walking down fast, with a stack of books (as expected) in her hands. The sun was shining brightly and a cool breeze was blowing. I felt like locks of hair playing on her face & upsetting her eyes when the wind blew across though she had at least two hair bands trying to be in command of her wavy hairs. The sun also wanted to leave an impression on her & helped her skin glitter by the rays. I was so taken aback. “She is so damn beautiful” was the only thing that struck my mind & heart.