THE MARRIAGE CARD

A small misunderstanding can lead us to doom and small effort can lead us to ultimate satisfication, this is the life anything can happen anytime, it contains many stories within. Perhaps the life has been made of stories itself from beginning to end, and just when it seems one is ending, a new one begins. The world itself is woven of stories, each man and woman and child like us threading our own brightly colored tale into the bigger story that was already being told as we were born, and that will continue to be woven by others long after our threads have run out…
So this is blog about me and about my best friend who is my love…..
Because of some misunderstanding we had break up 3 and half year ago. But I loved her unconditionally what if I had break up with her.
In mid Novermber, I was home. One day I saw her while I was on the terrace, talking with lawyer about loop holes by going through I could raise my profit. Suddenly, she came before my eyes; she was trying to cross the road and making sure that no vehicle is approaching fast. She saw me but ignored me as I was not there. What it happened! I was expecting she come to see me and will hug me or will try to tease me. But these did not happen. One thing I noticed that she is having a different glow on her face and she is having a poised mixture of beauty and hotness. She is now no more same thin girl I knew.
In that day at the time of evening tea, my momma gave me shocking news that she is going to married in couple of days. I showed no expression of surprise (but inside I was totally shocked) and asked naturally on what date she will be having marriage.
My mother told me that she does not know the date. In evening I was walking with my friend in a colony meanwhile I got my answer from marriage card what her friend gave me. There was no name at the envelope. Maybe it was especially for me with no name on envelope, because my favorite perfume’s smell was my name on the envelope. Her friend told me that she desperately wants me to attend her marriage. I had no choice left to think. Only I could do two work 1)I must not go in marriage party 2) I must try to stop marriage. Second option was good for me and more dangerous too, if I would try it, I will be shot in my head by my elder brother. Here I did not opt any option. I decided to attend her marriage to fulfill her will.
On the day of her marriage I attended many parties before attending her, I drunk myself in such a condition in those parties so that no one could force me to dance on the beats of DJ. Her brother forced me to dance once but my friends forbade him to take me there. Here I decided to stay until the party finish. All the time I had wine glass in my hand. I bumped myself on chair in middle of first row which was just right before the bride’s seat. In red bride attire she was looking beautiful as I imagined. The all picture was flashing before my eyes what I decorated with my thought but the reality was with a little difference. In the place of groom, there was some else where I had been supposed to be. When all the things happened and she was about to leave the stage she looked at me. There was aberration in her looking as if she is forbidding me to leave that wine glass by her eyes. I did thumbs up and said ALL THE BEST pretending smile on my lips. After this I left the place leaving the glass as it was in my hand.
While I was leaving the party I felt that I have lost a precious gift which compensation is not possible. Perhaps, I will regret throughout my life by not understanding her value in my life. If I am still a sensitive human being only because of her. Perhaps I lost one person, who used to help me in every walk of my past life. Perhaps I lost the person who gave me emotions. Perhaps I lost the person who taught me feel sorry on wrong doing. Perhaps I lost the person who taught me to confront problems without losing patient. Perhaps I lost myself.

A new face of college’s life and a glimpse of future

After a long while, here I am back. Yes this time many massive things happened with me, first thing the person, on whom I was trying to believe, came with a new face like selfish and self centered. And second I recently recovered from viral fever, the experience was very pathetic of this fever. What stamina I lost in this fever, will take time of more than 6 month to recover. And the one reason of no new posting is busy schedule; don’t ask how our college life is this time, sorry school life. Since continuous last two semesters we have to pay fine on class bunk. No college like feelings in us, we are in 4^th year and we have to attend class only to improve marks, indirectly to improve college’s ranking. Mean we are the medium of making more money at each donation at admission time. The college administrator is not concerned with our job, only they have a large board of companies in which our few seniors are working what they made it through their own way. Thank God that time this system was not there, otherwise they would be somewhere on the road in place of any company. First lab used to be a part of daily curriculum now, our college have more courses, for that they don’t have class room to conduct class. So lab period and lab activities have been compromised and now in lab regular classes are being conducted. And lab work is going in only on file’s pages. Definitely college administrator is intended to produce a good quality batch of unemployeed technical labor in place of a batch of confidance engineers. And when we will be out from this college we’ll have degree and unemployement as the farewell gift.

Few peoples are very smart they have aimed for GATE and CAT but I don’t know how they are going to make up themselves for these when they don’t get chance and time from regular 5 classes and plus few extra class. Ok no more praise for college otherwise it is going to affect my internal marks if any teacher goes through this blog.

Ok I want to tell you about one senior he is my favorite one whom I met before some days ago. I will not go epesodic let me start from meeting. For you people this meeting might seem ordinary but it was extraordinary for me. When I met him I could not believe I am talking with the same person or some one other. I still remember his one year’s before face always smile on lips, a good sense of humour and having clear vision for future. But this time everything was difference about him. I have never seen him in such a under confidance, his face were having haunted expression. “ Sir problem kya hai, aap me wo shine kyun nahi hai jo mai dekhna chahta hun.” I pried. He responsed, “ I am perfect Pradeep.” It was me, how can I admit that he is perfect. Ok Sir! Leave it I am not going to ask anything from you about your health. Let’s talk about my career. He agreed on that. From the conversation it became clear that he is very much frustrated, it is obvious that having degree of B.TECH with honour and no job yet. Seeing that I could not wait any longer and gave him some tips to get rid off from this problem. Before some days ago I met him now this was the same what I know, I asked, “ How are you sir?”

“Fuck this damn way of asking condition, I am right dude”, he said in his accent. And I know it he use such type of sentence when he is full of confidance. He told me he is learning the very popular technology .NET and approximate making more than 8000 Rs. in a month. I have self satisfication and condemnation too that my suggestion work properly with other and never go smoothly with me. I am satisfied that I have solved my favorite one’s problem and most probably he will have job untill or unless but the most people what will be doing after this four years’ graduation.

As you can agree on this that we are going to out from this college as a technical labor not as an engineer. No extra talent with us except good marks as our college administrator is doing abortive attempt to improve our result. But administrator is not intended to conduct any special course which can be usefull for our future nor giving time to us to it ourselves. And the best of luck to those peoples including me who filled the GATE and CAT’s form for their examination. Because how they are going to make up themselves for these examinations after everyday attending 5 or 7 period in college? It might be possible that our administrator will have provision to conduct revision class and want to give leave to preparation only for 4 days for end semester.

Really this idea seems brilliant!!!!

And the new thing is now on and shocking is that my gilrfriend is getting married soon and she gave me her marriage card. I could not understand whether this was her marriage card or the dead certificate of my love.

An abortive attempt of gearing up to future venture…

After coming in 4^th year, I am feeling vulnerable about my future. No company visited to my college untills now and even I did not find any opportunity to present myself before the interviewer. It becomes more painful and frustrating when someone reminds this. My alter ego did this shit before somedays. He pried me, “Pradeep, yaar aagey kya hoga”.

Ignoring the gravity of his question I simply replied in my tone, for what I am known,”Jo hoga manjure khuda hoga.”

Abhishek asked me to be sincere and serious. I thought for a moment and I asked him,”Abhishek I did not want to do job but want some professional experience, after having some experience I will start my entrepreneurship.” Abhishek chuckled,” I just want to do same”.

I again remind him that’s why we are alter ego to each other. This is not any coincidence that along with having shirt of same color and same designs our thoughts match too. He nodded his head at the end of my sentence. Then, I asked him, “Abhishek I feel very shame to take money from Papa and now I am in 4^th year mean few months to go to face the reality of the world.” He said,” I think there is no problem with you, as you are already a good client dealer, a jewelery designer and you have a good experience of construction work.” “ Yes, it is but I just leaved those things three years back and leaving them was my decision, what do you want, I should prove that my decision was wrong, no, how can my decision be wrong.” I said in frustrating manner. Observing the situation (perhaps he was blaming himself to starting this fuck) he suggested me why you do not search project on internet which can give you some bucks. I said,” I have fucked my marks and percentage already and it is not less than any hell for me because of this I don’t have time to involve in making project for some bucks”.

He worked as a panacea and suggested me another idea to invest money in companies ‘ shares. This idea seemed me terrific. This idea rose the curiosity in my inner soul, I collected the information to start this from the google. To take this plan in reality, I went home to open Dmat account for online business and also applied for PAN card without telling anything to any one in home. And returned to hostel after telling my younger brother to receive the parcel if any is coming and don’t inform to Papa about this. Now I needed at least 20 thousand to start all of this. For money, I had two alternatives either borrow money from my friend or ask directly from my papa. First idea was safe but I did not want any help from my friend. And second was like throwing cracker into fire in this hope that it will not explode because he knows me well that I never will be need such amount of money for good work. Ignoring the future condition I decided to convince my father.

Usually I don’t call my father, always I receive call. But for this, one day in evening, I made call to flatter my father, knowing this that my father can give me money to throw into Sangam but cant give me any penny to invest in business because of some my past stupid ideas. With receiving my call my father asked me, “ Sab kuchh thik hai beta.” Evaluating my Papa mood and finding the situation in my favor, I asked for money. And again found that the shit already has hit the fan because my father had received the DMAT account paper before my brother. And this time I am supposed to listen him 5 minute without speaking any word except pronouncing Hmmmm. I dropped my cellphone in Speaker mode kept it on the table and listened keeping my hand on my cheek. Mean no chance to start. After all this I went to see
Abhishek to tell him the entire episode. He just made me relaxed saying,” Don’t worry dude, Hota hai.” And he asked me to have beer. I thanked him and forbade to having beer saying that no drink in 4^th year and till the time I get my first salary in my hand. Listening this, I don’t know what happened to him, he stood up with beer’s cane and opened the window and threw them. I was dazed on his doing and asked him stupid those cane cost was 120 Rs. He replied with smile,” me too, is bounded from same promise and said our thinking also match”. I completed his sentence saying that we are alter ego to each other. We sat for some moment, I interrupted him saying that Abhishek , I am feeling drinking. “OK! Let’s have some milk from Sathi’s shop”, he said. I made a phone call to junior to come in my room gave him money to bring milk. Juniour did not take much time to bring it. I thanked him while taking milk pouch from him. I asked Abhishek,” Abe glass le aoo”. I poured the milk in glass waited until it got cool and finished it in shot with saying cheers.

I am right, you are right, So, who is wrong? Part--2

Summer Vacation:

I did not talk with any group member through out vacation. And when college was about to open I called to Sanjhi to know how she is and to complain her to being so miser that she even did not think to call. She again made a perfect excuse which locked my lips (Again Searching techniques). While the conversation she asked whether I will be with them or not. I did not give any sure answer and gave her some hint that I would be working with Nitin and Kamran. Second day I called Vivek. Here the situations are different which brought smile on my face that he wants to work with us. I had mixed feeling and anticipation of future’s circumstance too. But I was thinking that this time I would not let him dominate. Due to my bad habbit and addiction of making call, after some days I again called Sanjhi and asked her that Vivek is ready to work with us. And I want to carry on work on previous project with Vivek. She replied that she wants to make a new project and on the name of Vivek, she was silent. Her silence was a hint for me. And I had known that what is going to happen next. I asked her too that most probably I might form a new group.

Beginning of 7^th Semester:

Vivek did not ask me anything about project and group, and I also did not want to talk about that. This time I did not want to form a group with Nitin and Kamran because I had the heated argument with Nitin and I had said him very harsh word which hurted him very much. I had asked Nitin sorry for all what happened, but it was not easy to wash up all the matter and the things were not going to same as it was earlier. Kamran had to do work with Nitin. So I did not have any option, a touched had been devloped with all members. Vivek did not ask me for the group. So I came with Sanjhi. My group was same with a little different. Vivek was not in the group. For this I was realizing odd and guilty that I could not bring all member together. But I had to accept reality. It was certain in such type of decision that some one would be hurt. Many time Vivek passed bitter comment on me for all of those things. I could not give counter reply to him; instead of giving him reply I diverted his mind to my so called love who was never mine.

3^rd August (Friendship day):

This day I came online to wish my friend and seniors around 6 pm. I saw that Vivek is online. I had forgotten to wish him friendship day because of excess load of phone call. I poked him and wihsed him happy friedship day. While the chatting I made out from his typed word that he is very sad due to our decision and he is feeling bad. I felt sorry from bottom of my heart. I had to take decision against my mind and principle. I did what my heart said to do. I forced some one to do somethings because I had to make him comfortable and easy. I cannont disclose that person name here and what that person did at that time. I knew my activity was not proper; it was cheap but played a great role. This again made our friendship stronger. And its result seemed on 5^th August. It was really good result indeed. Again I was busy in thinking………………

I am right, you are right, So, who is wrong? Part--1

As I entered in 6th sem, it was really good feeling that soon I will be in 4th year. In 6th sem again i had to make the mini project in group. This time I had to make a new group. It was a good opporutunity for me that Vivek Mishra kept the offer before me to be part of his group. I was very glad that I will get a chance to work with a very –very dedicated and workaholic person. It was a good chance that I will head toward the hard work in study leaving my laziness and I will give some time to project from the part of my day schedule. That day, for some hour I had a myth that my group size is only two (me and Vivek Mishra) and that was the best thing. But after some hour I was introduced with three others personality Sonam, Sanjhi and Titiksha. I was in dilemma whether I should be continuing with Vivek or should be search another person for own group. Beacause my past experience with the girl was not so good that I could even think to work with girls. My interaction with my school’s girl was not healthy due to my proudy nature. Usually I used to seek the chance to mess up with the class girls. Sometimes gals complained the princi against me and I some time escaped from punishment and some time was punished too. It did not bring any change in me but it made relation worst with them. I was confused whether to go with Vivek or to make new group.
This time I fliped the coin, took decision to work with Vivek and not to be very strict that time. First introduction was not much interisting but I got a chance to read their (girls’) nature.
Sonam is smart and very tough gal but she listen carefully other by which she can be convinced easily with proper argument.
Titiksha is Bindas by nature and talkative cute doll. If you are with her, you need not to do or speak anything. Just tune her like radio she will continue on that frequency.:)
Sanjhi, she is still unexplored for me, I could not understand her due to her mysterious nature. One thing I usually observed she pretend to listen carefully but she does not listen and she is also expert in making excuse. While I am with her, I never find her with me, usually I found a facade on her face. I am trying to find out which searching technique she is using to make excuse according to arised situation. . :)
Siddhartha Sir assigned us a project to work through out semester. There was nothing in project except an algorithm, what we had to devlop. The most interisting part of the project was that I resolved the fight more than doing work or say I did not do anything.
Beginnig of problem: First Sonam had argument with Vivek and I had to resolve the matter because I don’t want the dissimination of the group. Soon conversation became smooth due to our collective efforts. After few days Sanjhi messed up with Vivek and this time it was being seen hard to resolve the matter. And Siddhartha Sir warned us that if you are not changing, he would dissiminate the group. For group sake I became a little bit diplomatic and persuaded both of them.
I could not flee from the same situtation, after few months I had bad arguements with Vivek and after argument we both did not talk with each other for 4 or 5 days. After some times I realized that due to this action a big problem is hovering on group. So I decided to initiate conversation. In place of having direct conversation I decided to interact with him through FACEBOOK. Vivek wrote a very good about the freindship and I put the bitter and true comment on that.
“But the friendship becomes hell if no one is ready to understand.”
It worked and Vivek put a comment on my comment.
“But the understanding should be mutual.”

Yes, this was right too. Due to this next day we were talking again.
As I told that I did not work on project, my role was to make compromisation among the group members. The whole project was made by Vivek. I was learning JSP and had learnt almost enough part that I could make a good project. But as soon as it came to my knowledge that project has been worked out. So I just leaved the learning and headed towards my prior work. Every one had regret and complain too that they did not get chance to do anything.
In viva voce, only Vivek made out everything. We were numb because we did not do anything due to having no practical knowledge every question became hard to answer. Sonam and Sanjhi answered the few questions. But it was tough very tough for me to answer the question without having practical and I was a little bit upset too. Titiksha also did not answer. And after all we all had marks as a charity excluding Vivek. He asked us that we all got 25 plus which did not bring any smile on our face.

Mass bunk, fun and blogging…

Since so long there is no posting. Usually I had a lot of time because of College’s Administrator’s Policy. What happened to management, they only thinking about its welfare and for this welfare, they are imposing many Tuglak’s Policy. As they want to be second Tuglak in Indian History. We had flat more than 8 day mass bunk. I could use this time in writing blogs or in reading books. But in place of doing all these things I dedicated this time to my INTELLINGENT AND LOVELY BOX, my computer. This suffered a lot of hit of my fingers on its keyboard. I know I know it would have been cursing me for carelessness about it. It would have been passing comment on me that you have time to sleep 3 to 4 hour in day but don’t have time to remove dust from my body.

In this gap usually my friend told me that you are in love with hostel. That’s why you don’t go home. I want to tell them that I am nostalgic too but I hate travelling. But the most important fact is that I will have to travel throughout my life and there is no alternative.

Hmmm ….. let me tell you what I did in this holiday. In this holiday I did not do anything special for me. I was busy in passing time on bed or before the Stupid Box. I did not try to activate my brain cell by reading something old which has been already read. If I am busy in doing nothing, how my parents can see it. They gave me two options, whether do some productive work and stay here or go to hostel. Second options seemed me suitable. And I did choose to come hostel. If I am here mean my computer bad day has started. I took out it from self and wired it. Here my planning started, I tried to learn something new vis-a- vis UNIX SHELL SCRIPTING and Kernel Modification. Shell scripting was the fun game. But Kernel Modification irritated me very much. I was trying to make modification according to my need. Really it was a precarious job. I made a lot of mistakes while I was doing the same. My Linux OS crashed more than 10 times and every time I replaced the copy of virtual drive of this OS. And many time it refused to start normally too. But I was fanatical to do it. At the last it worked and I don’t know after how many attempt it worked properly.

Yeah, the more funny and top discovered part of these days was that the people who don’t know how to speak English, were speaking with very correct grammar in droll pronunciation. Next time try it if you drink and are not able to speak English, get drunk and speak. No doubt, you will definitely feel that you are speaking better than the Obama and will feel that world go just because of you. Surely people, who know how to handle a drunken man, will appreciate your speaking before you. But I don’t know what will people say at your back. I too, wanted to try it but as I promised to my Momma not to drink in academic life.

And one more interesting thing that people appreciated about my blogs. But they did not bother to leave their signature. I thank them for their appreciation. I was thinking that “Something is missing…..” is all about being written and not about being read. But the people’s appreciation shattered my myth. So this time whoever read this kindly leave their signature… it gives me inspiration to write something new and more humorous…

Do some good work and help in research by donating spare computing space of your computer. For more detail visit the given link….

http://pradeep-kaushal.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-in-research.html

Help in research..

A research is going on in Berkeley University in California, name SETI. This research is related to signal coming from space. They are trying to find out the living intelligence in other world .From space there is a large amount of signal come daily to the earth, so they don’t have much storage capacity and computing power to analyze the signal. And the man made signals vis-a-vis Radio and TV signals is causing problem for it too. Unfortunately the government and corporation are not supporting it sufficiently. So help them by donating a little power of your computer. For this you will have to install BONIC, this is software which will occupy only 10 MB space in your hard disk and will share only a very little portion of your computer RAM.

For more detail visit the SETI website.

http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/index.php

And to download the BONIC software click on highlighted link

http://boincdl.ssl.berkeley.edu/dl/boinc_6.6.36_windows_intelx86.exe

You will have not to do anything extra just download the software and install it, and the software will do its work itself. It will work only for 2 hour in a week.

And one question can arise in your mind that what you will get from this. If am giving answer only looking at only one aspect, simple answer is nothing if you are donating anything what you expect from your donation. Let’s look at another aspect, you are contributing in a great research, if your computer would detect and analyze the signal, it would be great achievement in Science and Technology. You might be the first person who would receive the signal from aliens. J And its credit will go to you.

Why I am telling this to you people? I think we all have seen koi mil gaya movie, in which a scientist made a device which send the signal in space and received the response too. That was the fantasy. But this project is true. In past year many UFO has been seen but there is no solid evidence for this.

And here I want a team of MPEC. Register your name and join the team of MPEC Kanpur.

For registration click on given link

http://setiathome.berkeley.edu/home.php

You will have a link of team in my next email.

If i am not wrong, we all are devote our precious time in unneccessary chatting. I am also addicted to it. So why not we spend our few minutes from our adorabel chatting time to know about this research.

Thank You

A freak chatting...

This is the blog based on an event which made me bother for some moment, there would not be any issue of my doing but my time was bad. My friend Rohit made all the issue more cumbersome for me. And second day everything went different from my expectation. So be ready to know what happened with me which forced me to write a blog for it. And I am also thankful to that gal who blocked me on her chat list..

June 1, 2009 time around 6 p.m. - I was sitting in net lab and was peeking to everyone system with the help of a spy software. Suddenly I saw my friend Rohit is chatting with a girl rather he was not chatting he was irritating the girl. A wicked thought came into my mind and I copied the email address and sent her invitation. She accepted my invitation and soon I saw the green light on her eid. I just clicked on and sent her greeting for chat session. She asked me who I am without giving her reply. I told her who is me and how I got her eid and made some false comment about the Rohit.

Knowing this she blocked me without making any late and informed Rohit that your friend sent me request. On this information Rohit get shocked and looked at me with a doubt. I ignored this and just kept on my work. After that Rohit sent her a message and unfortunately he did not get any reply from her. He bawled on me. I never saw such type of version of Rohit before and tried to hide myself like mice do in presence of kitten. I was afraid of Rohit anger. I never afraid of miscreants but I become nervous when a gentle man becomes miscreants leaving his gentleness.

He came to me and said, “ Abe sharam kar.”

I replied, “yar kar to raha hoon, itna kar liya ki puri lab mere sharam k pani se doobne wali hai aur teri friend hai ki tujhko reply nahi kar rahi.”

I promise to Rohit I’ll confess what I did; I sent her an email to unblock my eid. That day he did not talked with me and even did not take me for dinner while going to mess.

I remorse on my doing and wanted to say sorry to Rohit for this issue. But second day the luck was with me, he came and woke me up for breakfast and asked me to get ready within 30 min. until he finish the news paper. I thanked him for washing up all the issue and also I was reticent to talk about whole episode. But in the mess he told me that the girl whom I sent request is his childhood friend and he did not meet her since a while. He studied with her till class 5^th. I heard everything what he said but I did not give any comment and did not ask anything. I was waiting for unblocking of my account.

June 2, 2009 around 5:15 p.m. - I saw the green bubble at her eid and surprised that she gave consideration to my email and unblocked my eid. I started conversation and she asked me what I want to say. I explained her everything with patience and what I pried she gave me satisfactory response during throughout conversation and in between conversation many time she also gave me some threat or indication ( I am not sure what it was) that she is going to block my eid again. I was thinking if she were before me, I could see her every expression, her every response and above all these things if she were before me she would be my friend.

On this blog I want first comment of that person, the gal who forced me to write this. And I want desperately she unblock me again so that I could have a friend whom I never met but she chatted with me like a old friend, she behaved with me as she know me for a long time.

My wishlist...

In summer vacation I was home, as usual when you are standing outside and go home after a long period, you get a lot of attention from parent. They always care for your health lest you are getting extra weight from over eating but it seem them you have become weak and they give you a lot of things to eat. Same condition was with me, I had only four works either eat or sleep or sit in front of TV or spent some time on my favorite place, heaven for me, CHILLING POINT with friends. In the beginning these were interesting for me but I became bore from these soon. And I was also not allowed to go shop to work with my Papa and not to poke nose in my uncle’s work. One day I ask to uncle to take me along with him on the construction site. But he forbade me saying that it is too hot and you can get heat stroke. I thought in my mind what the shit it is. “Then what will I do in home”, I ask them. He replied you can have some new book from market and there is a new pile of your adorable monthly spiritual magazine Akhand Jyoti. This idea seemed me suitable and decided to read instead of being couch potato just in front of TV.

To avoid boredom, after a long gap I decided to approach to the favorite corner of my home, book self. I pulled the my favorite jungle book which I have read many time in my spare time, as I pulled the book some paper scattered on the floor which were kept in between the book’s pages. I picked them. I found my wish lists which were designed by my sister and wrote by me, some letter of my aunts, and few papers on which some sayri were written. As I am lover so I started reading sayri. A sayri remind me the seven 5 year’s old scene in which I was playing Antakshri with my friend, my sister, my cousins and my love where she told the sayri in counter response of mine.

Anpni yado k ujalo ko

Hamare sath rehne do,

Na jane kab kis gali me

Jindagi ki sham ho jaye..

She never used such type words of before, so I was shocked with these sentences. And she was looking at me and was damn serious while she was pronouncing it. At once I arranged paper and pen and requested her to write it down on paper, put autograph and give me so that I could have symbols of each memorable moment what I spent with her. I flipped my thought back in present. The paper was still giving me her smell which always turned me on. “I love you, *****”, I said in chorus and kept the paper in my wallet for lamination. Then I opened my wish lists and tally them, I found there were a lot of differences in my wish lists which were indicating I am still having quality of human that is endless desire. I had achieved everything according to wish list, some desires I fulfilled easily, for some desire I had to crack hard nut to fulfill them.

Again I thought to make a new wish list but this time I myself had to design this. I collected paper and some color pencils and tried to make a good and attractive card. I found that now fingers move on keyboard better than on paper. Somehow I make it but could not decorate much as my sister used to do. I wrote down my whishes on my new wish list—

· Every day make at least one phone call to friends.

· Having good command on English.

· Read at least 50 books in a year.

· Make new friend and establish good communication with them.

· As always, establish a milestone for others to achieve.

· Be well prepared for future’s venture.

· Try hand in share market.

· And start preparation for my childhood’s dream

Then I again I tally it with my previous one which was prepared when I was in class 7^th

· Make new friends.

· Having a perfect girlfriend but not in school.

· Prepare to learn new thing.

· Have good knowledge of stock market .

· Develop new techniques to make jewelry.

· Enhance the English vocabulary.

· Finish at least three contracts successfully with good gain.

· Give hand to Papa in his business.

Only one thing match in new wish list and old wish list that is make new friend. Because of first wish today I am known by the many peoples and guys. I become happy knowing this where I go at least some people know my name in my father’s business region. It was the effect of my father’s business and my efforts to make new friend. This gave me two precious treasure politeness and good recognition in the region and along with it I knew the skill of business. And according to second wish I had a perfect girlfriend, who used to care me a lot and always chided me when I got on wrong way.

I had achieved almost everything of my previous wish list, now this is the time to make everything true of new wish list. This time perhaps these things are not going to be easy for me.

Some discoveries...

I know, I know it’s been a while. But nothing massive consequence happened to me recently. I have horrible allergic problem ( Uff! there is much dust) with the dust and smoke, this creates sometime a lethal restlessness. So I must see my doctor and stop being damn lazy. But! I have discovered some new things in this summer when I was home.

DISCOVERY ONE: Okay, I was being addictive to alcohols and cigarette. And always used to become hyper angry when anybody commits any wrong with me or with my belonging. My mother always checked me not to be so angry but no result came. One day she planned to go Massi’s home and asked me to come with her. First I said, “Mamma! Take Amar with you! I am not going, previous year I had been there.” She replied,” You had been there previous year but Amar came from there recently. So this time it’s your turn and I can’t leave you here to hangout with your Goddamn friends in night.” Albeit I had no choice to escape except to go with Mamma. She planned to stay there for three days. First day in Massi’s home was pleasant, pleasant in the sense my Massi’s son, Ramesh and I spent one and half hour at a Dhaba finishing the bear bottles with the roasted chicken. When we came back home there was no purpose to remain awake. And how can we let other to know we had good dose of alcohols.

Second day she asked me to see a Vaidhya for some indigenous medicine because you don’t have hunger for food. Mamma, Ramesh and I got ready in very early morning to avoid being enqueue to see the Vaidhya. Albeit we were there by 8 a.m.,but we had to wait to see the Vaidhya for 3 hour. At last we got chance to meet him. The first glance of him was not very impressive rather he was worshiper of almighty Hanuman apart from my imagination. My mum said,” Baba is ko bhook nahi lagti hai.” Hearing this he touched me with his stick and started chiding me. He did not gave me thermometer or did not use sphanognometer I could not understand what his intentions were, what information he got from his stick then he unveiled the secret of my addiction before my Mum. And then he started telling the orientation and surrounding of my home as he is standing just right before my home. I was shocked how a man can know the exact orientation and surrounding of my home. I had left no choice except to accept my guilty. Instead of giving medicine he gave me advice to stop this addiction and get rid from this as soon as I can otherwise I will ruin myself. In evening I was waiting for morale class from my mum about my addiction but the luckily neither class hold nor she told to Papa. My mother did not converse with me anything about the all matter, for me this was the indication she is really angry with me. I asked her to chide me she smiled and ordered me to do all what the Vaidhya told me. I discover my mum nature how she manages to get me on right way with the help of her love. I never had a chide from my parent due to bad habit.

Since then I have believe on extraordinary ability of human being, as I am going to be computer engineer after a year so it was hard for me to believe about the Vaidhya’s ability but I had to believe because every miracle happened before my eyes and with me.

DISCOVERY TWO: MY dog is fucking adorable. He always learn new thing from the spray dog. He was also a spray puppy now he is adolescent dog and a pet in my home. His new trick is lay on back, raise all legs up and making a spooky noise. These day he many time does that in a day. I order him to sit properly. He follows my ordered but again gets stuck with his trick. One day my brother was trying to teach him manner, to escape from this and afraid of being beaten he ran to my Mother for shelter. I still remember when a puppy came and sit just sit under my chair from my behind. I did not notice that but it dragged my attention when I saw he is looking ill and he is a just skeleton with the polish of skin. As I participate in increasing the TRP of National Geographic and Animal Planet Channel. So how could I let a puppy starving? I gave him some bread. Second day I saw it again before my home second day I gave him bread too. Since then he is living permanently in my home, my parent accepted him. Sometimes I jealous with him, because it is his first right to eat what my father take from market. Now he is addicted to eat Parle G.

I got surprised while I was jogging in morning seeing this he was enemy with the dog, and friendly with the bitches. And now he spends much time with pet bitches in surrounding. He is always seen playing with bitches in the garden and running aimlessly with them. I took him along with while jogging, and discovered that when he sees dog he shows the teeth and starts groaning and when he sees the bitch he starts wagging his tail very fast. I don’t know how many bitchfriends he has, but I am damn sure that he is soon going to be Casanova among the bitches and I’ll have to say sadly, “ Kutta hath se nikal gaya”.

About me.

I am not any professional and not much proeffiecient writer. And my English is also not up to the mark, but I promise you I will always come with some new thought and story.

You can also post your story and message in my blog, I left it open to all my friend really who don't know I am fond of writing story and blog.

I hope you will be reading me further, and your comment and suggestion are invited. Anon comment are heartily invited.

A Day . .

A Day

I was taking breakfast sitting in front of my home in sunny winter morning. In the meantime I listen the hum of engine and rose my head what I saw my uncle’s friend got off from the car and approached me. I just stood up to greet him and said, “Good Morning Uncle.” He said, “Good morning . . . Pradeep” and asked “how are you.” I wished them Good morning and said “I am well as always.” I asked him to sit and said,”I am bring breakfast for you, uncle.” He forbade me and said, “Have a vet on this.” Showing me a file and said,” I’ll have breakfast after completion of this.” I thought for a moment how could a person can be dedicated to his work perhaps this is impact of Indian Air Force in which he have been pilot of helicopter. He left his job due to some family problem and settled permanently in Allahabad. He is smart and has perfect physique in 35’s age. I said,” uncle I don’t want to involve in these all things, just let me as I am.” He asked what is the problem with you, “there is no problem in doing work, but problem arise when the uncle don’t follow my plan and get losses and blame me.” He assured me there will be no such type of things happen. I agreed on his assuration and asked him to give me file. He gave me file and said, “Pradeep, I don’t have much time, I explain the main problem, think on that and come with possible alternative.” And he started explaining and I just kept going through the file along with his explanation. In meantime a voice which interjected our conversation, I abused on disturbing my concentration and raised my head from the file. It was a cute boy in rag, his eyes jet black were shining very much but he was looking malnourished.

The boy said, “I am very hungry, give me something for eat, I did not eat anything since yesterday.” I cursed myself for eating last fifth bread pakauda. I said him, “yaar maine to last piece bacha tha wahi kha raha hoon, aisa hai tu ek kam kar tuje paise deta hoon gali k kinare wali dukan se kharid lena.” I stood up and checked for my wallet but I did not found that goddamn wallet and search in my pocket for change thank god I found a 10 Rs. note and gave him. He became very happy as he got the treasure and moved from there. I asked uncle to continue, he finish the file in 10 minutes and stood up. I asked him to sit down and have some breakfast, but he forbade and said,” I have to attend meeting within half hour.” I said “ok Uncle,” I engaged in reading news paper after saying him good bye. He made alive the car’s engine, dropped the car in gear and released the clutch with waving me.

I heard some noise of people and kept the paper on table. What I see the people is running towards the confessionary shop, I stopped a man asked,” Kya hua” he replied,”1 ladke ka accident ho gaya hai.” I cursed the ADA for not making breaker or zebra line on road in such a crowded area and started reading paper again. Suddenly a thought broke my tempo and kept the paper on table and strode toward the accident place. The accident place was surrounded by the people. I never tried to see an accident body but that day I was struggling to see the boy. When I entered at the mid place I saw that the boy chest upper part has been trampled brutally and the blood was still pouring from the body. He was the same boy who asked me for food and now those foods were trampling by the people. A man told me a very fast moving truck rolled over him while he was crossing the road. " Alas!” I exaclaimed and moved away from the accident site, thinking which type of game this nature play with us..

My seniors...

This blog is dedicated to all my immediate seniors and there valuable helps. This blog is for this three year’s time what I spent with them. It is not sufficient to say them only thanks for their academic and morale support.

Till now they helped me a lot in every situation. I still remember how I used to go for everything to take their suggestion and advice. But I am scared now that from whom I’ll take suggestion, with whom I’ll discuss the problems. Though I am living in hostel I can go college any time to consult with teacher, but the teachers are not friendly with me like my seniors, because they don’t understand me neither I them.

First time encounter with seniors were traumatic but it became pleasure for me. Ragging was the inescapable part of the all first year student but this ragging gave us a great fun and sometime a little bit sadness on our face. It was a balance mixture of the happiness and graveness. I enjoyed the ragging. It made me close to my seniors. They used to rag us but after that they used to cajole us like a brother is explaining something to his younger brother.

I am little bit emotional too. I’ll be missing something in my hostel when I will open my door in the morning there will be no one to reply my wishes with a sweet smile. Now to whom I’ll say,” Sir zeee, kya sir Zeee, sir zeee aap bhi.” With whom I’ll enjoy movie in discipline. Who will defeat me in game showing that he is seniors and what he is saying and doing is right. To whom I will say,” Sir ji aaj party honi chahiye.” And from where I’ll get this funny response in some irritating way,” Abe kitni bar party loge, ye us party ka interest hai kya.”

Perhaps this will be very sad moment that they are going into real world from this college life leaving me my twilight year. Every sweet and sour spent moment with my seniors will engrave on my memory…

Making practical joke with Nitin Sir….

Enjoying late night movie with Ramu Sir…

Having drink with Abhay sir…

The suggestion of Mayank Sir…

The expert comments of Arpit Sir

Playing basket ball with Vinod Sir in very early morning in chilling winter…

Etiquette lesson of Umakant Sir . .

Morale lesson of Neeraj Sir...

Angry young man look of Abhinav Sir...

Study with Parany Sir throughout night, many more humorous things made by Pranay sir and those expert suggestions about the girls like a Love Guru…

Playing cricket in galary with Divy Sir and having treat for every small and big reason…

Presence of mind of Vikas Sir… and his amusing answer

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I’ll not forget these moments spent with my seniors in span of this three year time. I’ll cherish these in my heart..

And the last and not least word for you Sir, thank you for your helps and I am wishing you all success and happiness in your life.

I could not meet you all last time, so plz here put your contact no., eid, autograph, some words and some suggestion for me..

The Freak Man . .

One day I was sitting with my brother in the garden in scorching summer’s day under the Mangoes’ tree and we were planning which movie we have to play this night, suddenly my cell phone rang, I left the phone and saw it was Kailash Babu, my uncle, we grown up and our education has held together, so he is like friend more rather than my uncle. I picked up call, he asked he has to hand over check to dealer and for this he will have to go Kaushambi District. Hearing the name of Kaushambi a great history started repeating in my brain, It has political significance too. So he asked me to give him accompany, seeing the terrible form of sun I gave him suggestion that why do not call to dealer to be here. He replied he can’t come because he has train in 3 hours, so we will have to move. I asked him I am not going to be roasted in this scorching noon on bike. He replied don’t worry bike is on over hauling and we will go there by van and come within 5 minutes if want to go. I assure him I am coming. I reached there in 2 min in same get up what I had, Kaperry and T’shirt and when he saw me and asked you don’t know where we are going and for what. I replied yes I do, “then why are you in this get up”, he pried and said we are going to business purpose, I passed comment really they make deal in trouser, If I am not wearing trouser; they are not going to deal. He smiled and said plz stop crap joke and get in van. We have to reach there as soon as possible.

He started van and put in geared, after few minutes’ drive we were on highway. I saw paper kept before me, I just left the paper and started reading, seeing this he asked, “I asked you to give me company and you are reading news paper, what a boring rider you are”, I replied him in funny way and said,” chal driving par dhyan de idhar udhar dhekhne ki jarurat nahi, jyada bola to sona suru kar dunga”. Hearing this he did not do nothing and speed up the van I saw the speedometer it was going to touch 90. After some times he asked me again, “Padhai mata k putr ab to band kar de”. “ Let me finish this sayri”, I requested, He asked me to finish it loudly, I started reading sayri

Kisi se milne ki thi arju

Khwah-ise- intezar me sab kuchh gava diya;

Kisi ne khabar di wo ayenge saam ko

Itna ujala kiya ki ghar tak jala diya..

He gave me compliment in which way I read the sayri as it was written by me and it was expressing all the pain of my heart. He asked me to keep paper and talk with him.

I talked with him for few min and then suggest him to play song, he gave me CD’s bag and said just chose and play I don’t like this CD’s song. I searched in the bag and found my most favorite song which is from Mohabbatien movie and the line of song was “ankhein khuli ho yaa ho band didar unka hota hai; kaise kahun mai yaara ye pyar kaise hota hai” and I played it in repeat mode. Due to seeing late night movie in yester night I started nodding, and he also did not disturb me.

A sudden jerk broke my nod, I saw that the van is stopped and his hand was on hand break. I asked him why the f**k you stopped the car, he replied I f**ked a man, that f**king man is under the van, and the f**king crowd is going to f**k us, I was shocked hearing so much F word, in place of my one, then I said then there is any idea or tactic to escape from this f**king crowd and asked him what was the speed of van, he replied not more than 20, due to speed breaker he slowed the car, feeling terrible butterfly now, and now maintenance of bone skeleton in their hand today we will have to count our broken bones. He asked me get off from the van, I got off from the van and saw that the man is lying under the van’s front and the wheel was just 4 inch away from his head, I thanked to God. As I looked around ,we were surrounded by the crowd and they seemed to go to kill us, I was imagining YAMRAJ in every person from the crowd who were going to kidnap our life, the Indian peoples only gather to beat to innocent or common man, they don’t stand up to corruption and demo gouge residing all over. Suddenly a good looking and smart police inspector came out from the crowd, when I saw that police inspector I felt that I have seen him somewhere, I was trying to find him in my neuron cell with name Harish what I saw on his name strip. He pried me,” Are you Pradeep”, I replied yes I am, and asked him how you know me. He replied me once you had helped me if you would not helped me then I would not have been inspector, this sentence remind me an incident of 11 months’ ago in which a dapper came to me pulling his pulsor bike the jet black goggle was making him more raunchy while I was sitting with my neighbor, he came up to us and asked,” My bike is out of fuel, and I have to reach examination center within 45 min for police admission test as this is very important for me”, I calculate the distance of petrol pump and draw a conclusion that if he would pull bike then he is going to reach petrol pump approximately in 35 minutes and from where the examination center is 10 km away. I asked my neighbor to give him petrol from bike standing beside the wall; he did so and gave him approximately 400 ml. petrol. He thanked us and pulled out his wallet and took out a 50 Rs. Note,I smiled and said,” I can’t take money because t his is not our business, I gave you fuel because you need this desperately. You need not give us money just return our fuel while returning” He thanked us, asked our name and said, “I will keep you remember dude. I smiled and said best of luck to him. “

The police inspector asked us to leave the place with van and assure us that he will handle this, but my uncle asked him where is hospital, he replied that hospital is 9 km away from here by same road, I asked him to help us to keep injured man in van, who was now in conscious state and had little scratch on his left hand, it seemed to be made deliberately. My uncle asked me to sit in van sharply as we are already late and we had 20 min to reach there. In the way I asked the man, “ Aap thik to hai agar hum apko hospital tak chhod de to aap apne se ilaz kara lenge na” , He replied,” Haan main thik hoon magar bahut dard ho raha hai, haan mai ilaz kara lunga”. My uncle asked me to give him 100 Rs. I denied that I don’t have purse as I am not wearing trouser and I don’t keep purse in Kapery as it drops from this. He stared at me and pulled out his purse and said give him bugs. I pulled 2 50’s Rs note and asked him to get bandage on wound and take some pain killer.

After few minute he asked us to stop van on next paan’s shop, my uncle did so, the man got off from the van and approached to paan’s shop, bought a cigarette and lit it up, took a deep puff and instruct us by his hand to go releasing smoke’s ring through mouth. On seeing this we looked at each other as we were cheated and we did not have time to argument with him and we had to cover approx 12 km distance in 10 min, my uncle geared the van, took accelerator and said in chorus, “Mother f**ker befooled us”, and he gave motion to van with the jerk releasing clutch sharply and I was thinking about that police inspector.

A love story..which has no end..

A love story which I want to share with you, it is story about a boy who loved a girl and could never courage to tell her how much he loves her. At last the girl proposed her by a letter but it was too late to response that girl. This story resembles to some one’s real life so I am changing the names of the boy and girl. Thereafter there is a great change in his, when he met me; I got surprise how a machine became a sensitive boy, a hooligans became a gentle man, and so cool that anger does not appear in heat situation… . Perhaps this is the effect on his of that girl. First the boy was reticent about his incident but this was the also the part of changes so he revealed his past. The boy is the one of my best friend so he shared his incident what happened to him, one day I asked him to share his incident with my other friends, on this a sadness fall on his face and said me what you like do that, one day he saw my blog and called me and chided me and said,” why did you not post this”, I never found him chided in such a sweet way so I could not stop myself to write his story and share with you.

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….Raj was a student of Junior High School; very intelligent, always streak ahead amongst his colleagues in study, workaholic, carrying anger on his nose and hooligans by nature and from a very good family background. A girl came in his colony when he was in 8^th standard, he attracted towards the girl from very first time when he saw, and it was the first time when any girl attracted Raj. He always used to go his friend home to peek her which was located just in front of her house. The days passed and he leaved the School and got admission in another school in 9^th standard and girl took admission in Central School in same standard.

He joined math tuition. After two days he got information somewhere that that girl also joined the same tuition class. Next day was Raj’s festive day as he determined that today he’ll talk with that girl. He prepared well and went tuition 5 minute earlier to schedule time and started waiting her at the home of teacher, as she came he gave coy look on her and could not courage to talk with girl, and girl also cast a sight on his and sat on sofa in same room. As teacher entered in room, said, “Hello Raj, She is Parul Sinha , she will learn math with you”. Raj said,” Hi ! Parul, I am Raj Kumar Sarang but you can call me Raj.” Raj returned home after the tuition along with her and leaved her till her home. He could not sleep properly in that’s night because the face of that girl was flashing before his eyes, he wanted to drown himself in her beautiful eyes, he was still feeling her fragment, every word was echoing in his ears like melodious music which was told by the girl while they were returning home from the tuition.

Soon they became a good friend, Raj always call Parul from her home while going to tuition. Raj friend started to tease him, he always avoid the matter and said nothing on this. This was the effect of Parul’s company on Raj that he did not fight with the boys unnecessary and started living in good manner, his friend always told him “Raj you are in love with that girl,”. Raj always said that I like her only, there is nothing else of such type. The time passed sharply and their friendship became faster with the time. One day Raj’s friend Sandeep asked him, you did anything with that chicken or not. Raj got angry on this and he slapped brutally on Sandeep’s face, Sandeep did not do anything just leaved the Raj’s room with impression of finger on his cheek .Raj felt sorry on his doing, he went to Sandeep‘s home at evening and asked sorry, Sandeep stand up and hug him, and said, “Sale agli bar sorry bola to bahut pitayi karunga teri, Tujhe pahle batana chahiye ki tu use pasand karta hai”. Raj said, “I don’t know but when anyone talks bad about her, I feel bad and you know my anger, I can’t bear bad things.” Raj chuckled and said,”I am sorry yaar now beat me on saying sorry.” Sandeep just pat on his cheek and said,” I’ll definitely beat you when next time you’ll sorry on your doing”. Due to rumors Raj stopped calling Parul from her home while going tuition.

With the fly of time they became more mature and they were on adolescent stage, and now they were in 11^th standard, since some time the Parul health was broking and she started missing the coaching, when she did not come Raj always went to her home to ask why she did not come today. When she lived in hospital, Raj always used to go see her in hospital used to give her flowers. Parul’s health was continuous breaking and doctor was not able to recognize the decease. Parul face was changing due to swelling in body, Raj always teas her and said that you are being fat in hospital.

It was April’s month Raj went to hospital to say her that he is going out of station for 15 day due to business work; he gave her present and leaved the hospital with wishing her get well soon. Here there was no improvement in Parul’s health and Raj was out of station, Doctor told Parul’s father that her both kidneys is not working properly and this is last stage, and you will have to move Delhi for operation. There Raj was unaware about these entire things and he was feeling something in his heart, and he was very much desirous to meet her. There he planned to propose her when he will return home. There he was imaging when he will say I love you to her what would be her reaction whether she will avoid this or she will accept his proposal.

After the completion of his work Raj returns to his city and as he came to home he got ready to see the Parul. As he reached her house he saw the garland on Parul’s photograph, Parul’s mother told him she has leaved us 3 days ago. He became very sad and lost his sanity for some moment, when he realize the truth tear rolled out from his eyes, he realized that he is too late to express his feeling about her.

After some day Raj got a letter from Parul’s friend while he was returning home from tuition. He kept the letter in his pocket and opened the letter at home. It was Parul’s hand writing, he started reading

Dear Raj

Raj tum mere sabse acche friend rahe ho, mujhe pata bhi

nahi chala mai kabse tumhe pyar karne lagi, tumko yah batane

ki main himmat hi nahi juta payi, mujhe pata hai ki tum bhi mujhe

bahut jyad chahte ho, mai chahti thi ki tum mujhe propose karo

lekin tum to tum ho,anyways , mere liye tumhare samne se iss duniya se

jana kafi muskil hota, isliy maine tume nahi bataya ..aur tumhe jane diya.

I love you Raj…

…. Tumhe tumhare dosto se door karne k liye unse meri or se sorry bolna

Unko bata dena ki main tumhare dosto ko kitna pasand karti thi,mai to tumhe

Change karna chahti thi, ye change tumhari jindagi k liye bahut jaruri tha..

Tumhare Dost bahut hi Achchhe hai, unko kabhi bhi hurt nahi karna.

..Apana khyal rakhna aur muskurate raehan aur gusse ko control mein

Rakhna

Tumhari pyari dost

Parul..

Raj was dazed after reading this letter and could not control his emotion, he went into his room and took out Parul’s photograph from his diary and set the fire to photograph along with the letter and locked himself in his room in evening. He came out from his room with tear in his and went on roof where he sat on his knee, spread his arms, look at the sky and said, “I love you too Parul; why did you leave me?”

After one year he leaved the city and he is graduating from a college in other city. He comes in city in vacation and often goes there to pass his time where Parul used to go. …………….

Chilling point a place of peace and fun.....

April 29, 2009 --4:15 p.m. Due to chicken pox I was home and being bored due to loneliness. I was not allowed to read anything so to avoid this boredom I was trying to keep myself busy. To keep myself busy I turn on T.V. and started surfing the channel but unluckily there was no good program for me. So I threw the remote on bed in anger and just went upstairs to vent out my boredome. But luck was not with me it was hot day and the sun was still on the head the LOO was not yet stop. So I decided to go back in my incubate means in my room. I again turn on T.V. and select the NAT GEO channel, on which TOP 100 NAT GEO program was being telecast. I passed 1 n half hour somehow seeing the Discovery and Nat GEO program.

April 24, 2009 – 5:45 p.m. I heard the sound of bikes engine from the outside. I understood this quickly that my younger brother has come. A idea strike to my mind, I asked him not to keep bike inside and got ready within 2 min. As I went outside the room my mummy interrupted and asked, “ Kaha ja rahe ho beta tabiyat aur kharab ho jayegi”. I responsed with smile and said nothing and started the bike and accelerate the bike to 80 km/hr coz I wanted to reach as soon as possible to my destination,” CHILLING POINT”.
The CHILLING POINT is a platform of Manauri Railway Station on which I and my friend Abhishek, Sonu and sometime Rajiv sit in vacation time or when we used to be at home. One day we were sitting there, randomly Abhishek suggest giving name of this place, when he proposed his idea a peaceful and energetic name strike to my mind. And I gave a name to that place which was “CHILLING POINT” . There is reason to give such type of name to that place that is when we gathered here there is one thing remains in our mind that is jut chill yaar no tension of result, family, future and of course of our career . We sit here and discuss about our environment more specially to about our colony and about one most important thing which is very and very common among the teenager, girl and girlfriend because every one from us is the victim of those terrible girlfriend. This is my bad luck that I loved a girl, got a lot of affection and care from her, she changed me and my perception toward the life and learn me how to smile and remain cool in odd situation, but this my destiny yes destiny that she is not with me. And if I would want her back yet I cannot, so I always remain silent when my friend starts about their girl friend. And my friend never forced me to involve in such type of talk. Usually the passing trains interrupt our conversation especially gossip and we used to see the passing train with patience and return to our topic when train passed the station.
April 24, 2009 – 6:20 p.m. At this time everything was same, peoples were waiting for their train to arrive, same platform and same station. One thing was different I was there and no one was with me neither Abhishek nor Sonu. I was alone among the peoples on platform. I just climb on stair of platform and sat on my place where I used to sit. I was sitting at the platform keeping my head low some acquaintance asked me, “Pradeep aaj tum akele”. I did not response anything and just smile on their question. The memory of those spent moment was flashing before my eyes. In mean time passing train interrupts this and I raised my head to see that passing train. When the train passed, I again went in memory of those lovely moments. My cell phone made the alert tone of message about to 6:35 p.m. . . . I took out cell phone from my trouser’s pocket and open the message. It was Abhishek’s message and this is
“Wats up dear!
Hws hlth?
Get wll soon
Getting bore hmm !
Wanna go to favorite place??”
This message caused smile on my face and I made a call to Abhishek and our conversation started;very very thanks to technology. Sometimes passing train interrupts our conversation but we wait patiencly and then continue our conversation. My conversation lasted for 48 minutes when my cell balance went to zero and it was approx 7:15 and I had been getting signal from my father’s cell phone to come home in form of waiting call and miss call……….