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. …………….