A Morning Walk

Delhi is experincing the chilly biting cold right now and it wont be benifical to come out of our extra warm quilt and hot bedrooms. Mercury is exercising push-ups and pull-ups with the temperature. Yeah it varies from 4 to 6 degree celcius. Waking up early is simply impossible for everybody right now.
But few of us love to follow the same alarm clock that they were following last summer. Yes, once you become habitual to wake up early, bed looses all its warmth attraction towards you.

30 Sec reading - Have You Opened Your Book Yet?

I open one of my books, read some lines and look at the scary diagrams and graphs. With vibrating legs, roaming heads in the virtual world, eyes fixed on a single line and the ass fighting with the chair, my head rolls back to book and again after reading the same line twice...thrice I agree that I can't sit for long.
Music is the best thing in this world that eases humans' head so I put on the headphone, switching on to the latest hindi songs. Head calms down and breaking all virtual thoughts I can study now. Repeating the same line I finish two paragraphs, avoiding numericals and graphs. Engineering students better know how to finish a 700 pages book in a single day. Finally I'm happy. I did something.
The tabla beats hitting deep into head through earphones attract the nerves more than the black letters of the book. With a smile I enjoy the song. Living alone is something that teaches a person how to enjoy each bit of life.
Well, balcony is the best place. Standing here I can enjoy the songs, can heatup my body under sun bath and can feel the little hilly wind. Looking at goers and comers and trying to read their heads is an awesome job that I love to do. A girl walks down the road. I look at her, scanning her head and body. After seconds eyes roll away from her and start lookong into the sky. I realize how beautiful are the girls. God has made the single thing best on this earth and thats woman. Sun has to fight with the clouds and fogs in the sky to show its power but it fails. Falling on the right side of my body it tries to heat me up but it fails. The reflection of sunlight from my right eye drifts my thoughts away. I look at the mightiest sun and realize that the mightiest can be defeated by the soft and velvety clouds and fogs.
The songs keep on changing, people keep walking down the roads, trees' leaves (wearing thick layers of dust) stay calm, little wind fail to make them fly, sun still tries to beat its enemies but its deteriorating, dusk is creeping up. Suddenly I feel something in my right pocket. I slip my right hand into it and take out my mobile phone. It displays 1 new message. I open the inbox and read "I've finished 3 units. Only 1 unit is left".
'Damn, I wasted two hours standing here on balcony, thinking and analyzing passersby and the natures fight. I'm finished,'I say to myself, running into the study room.

IIT graduate gets 65 lakh package from facebook!

This is a great news for the engineering stidents of India. They should feel proud of it. Our governmnent is also seeing it great. Some IITians get more. They're really very smart. After reading such news kids want to be an IITian. Unfortunately, there is limited number of seats in the IITs.

Are you feeling proud of this package stuff?
'Nope' is the single answer of all of you.
Reason? 'You're still worrying that what would you do if you're not getting a job after completetion of your B.Tech which is same as of IITians'. Suicide?

Private Engineering Colleges: The Fucking Bloodsuckers

Studying in Private colleges is always a rich affair now. Their sky touching fees like 80,000 bucks per annum or more don’t fill the never ending thrust of students’ blood suckers. After getting fees deposited by students they want more and get it anyhow from students. By any means!

These fees come under rechecking fees, filling backlog form fees, training fees, placement fees etc. Many colleges have their own way of imposing fees. Let me start with the rechecking fees.

1) This fee is taken on account of when students are not satisfied by their marks so they want their answer sheets of last examination to be rechecked. For this they have to pay more than 200 bucks per paper. Unfortunately, re-totaling is done in the name of rechecking. When you ask students about this they say it’s better not to fill rechecking form because only a fraction out of hundreds gets their marks altered. The situation is that students are biased to follow. Whenever anyone of them raises voice he/she has to feel the heat from the college managements.

2) Filling backlog form fees: the fee varies from college to college across India which is around 330 bucks per paper at private engineering colleges in Delhi. If a student fails to pay this much he/she is kept out of sitting in examination.

3) Training fees: Summer training/internship is an important part of engineering degree. Without it your engineering degree is of no use. Most of the Indian and outsider companies welcome students for training (internship) in their companies. Private colleges don’t want to leave a chance to make money out of it. They just fix a rule that students have to do one of the two summer internships from their colleges only. For it they take more than 8000 bucks from students, forcefully, of course. When a student tries to oppose this self made rule and wants to do internship from outside, he/she has to pay for it. College managements don’t issue his/her admit card of end term examination so harassed mentally. If you don’t sit in an external paper that means your degree won’t be completed in 4 years, which is a fixed time for an engineering course.

In return students get nothing. If these colleges allow the students to get summer internship outside they would learn more but these colleges play with the sentiments and future of the students. Is this the rule of AICTE?

4) Placement fees: Another new name fee, called placement fee is the fee which is taken by colleges and in return they promise the students to secure jobs for them. Most of the colleges fail to attract companies as they fail to provide quality education to students so companies try to stay away from them. Again, students are harassed by the college managements mentally if they don’t pay them this fee. The amount varies from college to college. They don’t issue admit cards of the external examination to students and keep them away from their examinations, which causes a year back.  

Rich parents hardly care. They give all the above fees politely. Most of the students are not rich. That’s the reason they study engineering, so that they would get jobs which would secure their lives.  Poor students get education loan disbursed form the banks. Thanks to the banks. But banks give a draft of fees once a year. They don’t give the above fees.

Students are harassed badly. These colleges do whatever they want. Is this the education system working in the rule of present government? This government hardly cares.

When it comes to their infrastructure you get nothing in such colleges. One big building with some useless and experienced-deprived teachers, lesser labs, lesser equipments, lesser facilities, lesser books and lesser research works are the things you find here.

India is producing maximum number of engineers and most of them are useless. The reason: these private colleges. Most of the victims are rural students whose parents dream to make their kids engineers so that they may earn and live their life happily. Indian education system is highly competitive as the birth rate is highest so the number schools, so the number of colleges but limited employment opportunities. Rich parents don’t have time to ask their kids where they spend the cash but when it comes to the poor students they have to give feedbacks to each single buck to their parents. Most of them get the education loans disbursed to pay the college fees. Thanks to Indian banks, anyway. They give loans to the fees only. What about the other fees? Where they get these fees from? They take debts again. After all no single parents would like their kids to drop any grad course. Most of the parents are farmers and you know what the condition of the agricultural system of India is. It simply sucks. Who are the accused? Leaders? Thanks to one Sardarji who planted a huge slap on the face of Mr. Agriculture minister.

Well, they take debs to pay all the fees with a hope that their kids would earn one day and they would be able to return the debts. Are these kids getting the right jobs? No, not at all! Some smart players of the education system play this game well. They attract some IT companies by paying huge amount to them without caring the branches of the students. You’re an electrical, mechanical, civil, computer science, industrial or Information technology engineering student, they don’t care they just push you into IT industries.

Most of the colleges fail to attract even a single useless IT company and the students of such colleges are left with no choice accept to work in BPOs or call centers.  Is our government sleeping? Can’t they see what’s going on in their educational systems? They just challenge that they are providing the maximum facilities to the students and their students are becoming brighter.

Many colleges call fake companies in their campuses and get their students placed into them. When the students approach these companies they get nothing there.

Most of the private colleges have some fixed percentage of seats during counseling process which are called management seats. Rich parents do auction of these seats and the one who is the richest get the seat for their kid. Are these kids going to be a good engineer? They can’t be.

THAT MIDDLE CLASS GIRL!

Like most of the Indian girls she was born in a middleclass family. Playing with cheaper toys she grew up. She wanted to play with more toys like PS etc but her parents dint like to spend more on it as they had started doing some fixed deposit stuff for her future. Most of the Indian parents do the same.
Well, she was 3 now so she had to go to school. She went and studied well. She started getting some senses. She saw her friends who were rich. The number was lesser but she loved the way they were coming to her school wearing branded cloths, carrying branded bags and expensive toys. She liked them so made some good friends. Indian education system is very competitive right from the begining. Examinations held and she topped. Her friends lover her for being good human and a topper. She was cleaver too.
Well, following the same routine and bearing her parents' scoldings she grew up. She topped secondary board and then moved to a metro city where her dad had been transferred. The life was different there. There were more rich kids. She loved the place, region, language and high profile culture. Kids usually used to come school in small and big cars. She also wanted to drive car so she decided to fight with her parents to get her a second hand car. The fight ended with a good news. She was going school by her own scooty now. She was a cleve girl. She knew her parents couldn't afford a car for themselves then how could they do for their sweetheart kid so she had aimed to get a scooty which resulted into fighting for car. Middle class kids are more intelligent than rest of the kids on earth. No doubt.
She got mixed with the rich and modern kids. A guy, who was supposed to be the richest in the school felt in love with her and one day he proposed her when she was teaching him some mathematics, sitting in his brand new shining silver mercedes car. She thought for a while and said "I love you too". She was a beauty contest winner of her school so she was getting a lot of offers. This was the reason she stuck to a single guy and was being seen as a couple. She lived happily. Her boyfriend gifted her an I-Phone on her b'day and she loved it. Roaming with a rich guy and going to the posh parties were common to her now.
One day she lost her virginity when she had sex with her guy in his car in the parking lot of the biggest mall of the city. They broke up later as the girl discovered that her guy had started looking for sex only.
She sat in the senior secondary exam and topped again. Her parents gifted her a phone now because she had thrown the gifted I-Phone into river Yamuna after breakup. She got maximum calls from the leading colleges of the city University. But she was blessed with a middleclass parents and such parents love to decide the future of their kids in India so she got admission in an engineering college. First year of her college went in making good friends and testing guys whether there was any who could love her without looking for any profit. She failed and loved being called a single. It was embracing for a beauty contest winner but she loved it. No one knew why.
A guy, wearing faded jeans, extra loose Messi t-shirt and a pair of sneakers met her in a mall where she was standing alone, waiting for her parents to come out of a store. He looked good to her. His long hair, good height, nice dressing sense and the way he approached her attracted her. Unfortunately the guy was new to that city. He loved traveling so his maximum time was being spent on traveling and listening to music.
They exchanged their numbers at first meet. Girl liked the guy and the guy loved the girl. Time passed nicely. One day they decided to date. She decided the place as he was unknown to the city. They roamed whole day, ate a lot, did bowling twice and drank fruit beer too. The date ended with a kiss at the most calm place in a mall, at the staircase!
She loved him, he loved her so they were couple now. Her life was easier now. She started getting distracted from her rich friends as she loved to roam with the new guy yet she had to pay more cash everywhere. Fortunately he was also an engineering student of the same branch so their bond was stronger. Her friends hated her because most of them proposed her but she kept refusing and was being spotted everywhere with a new guy who was not that rich.
She reached the last year of her college and she had decided to become a rich person one day so the day seemed apptoaching. She started studying more and more to get a job which could have paid her more than 10lacs per annum was not an easier task in highly competitive Indian society.
Finally the day came. She got 4 call letters from the leading companies of the world. She joined the company which had offered her the maximum package. She was an earning hand now. After 2 years she bought a big bunglow and a black Audi car for her parents. Her parents loved her more. But something was killing them as their kid had grown up matured lady now and she had been working for years and according to the Indian society they had to look for a man for her. She had got everything that she had dreamt for.
One Sunday morning the girl was having coffee with her parents, sitting on the balcony of her big house. She was surprised as her parents started talking of her wedding. She stood up, holding the coffee mug in her left hand and walked a bit away from them and started staring to the sky and said "dad, there is a guy in this city whom I love since my college days". Her parents got up and rushed to her asking many questions like "whats his caste, he is working in the same company or any other company. What are his parents doing. How much he earns etc".
'Dad, he is a painter. Painting is his passion and he has quitted his job for his passion. I love him.'

The BMW Girl!

He liked her at first sight. She did the same. She went to the metro walk mall with her friends. She got down off the black BMW. He was parking his second hand bike at the same parking. His eyes, hiding under half broken helmet rolled to the car and he kept staring for some time. The car was shining more or his eyes noticed it.

She brushed her long open hair, holding extra big sunglasses in her left hand. She was wearing check shorts which was trying to touch her shining thighs and the grey t was loose enough to cover bodies of two fat ladies. The big black leather boot was high above her ankle. He avoided her dressing sense and kept focusing in her eyes where she had already applied extra mascara. She, with her friends (all boys) walked down the footpath to reach the gate. She noticed a guy, wearing repaired helmet staring at her. She looked back. He broke eye contacts, flashing a smile.

He threw helmet next to his bike which was standing on double stand as its half stand was broken.
He chased the girl. Her friends noticed it and raised their bros and ears. He hardly looked to anybody. They entered pizzahut so did he. Damn, his wallet was empty. He dint leave the place and shifted his seat from chair to sofa where some newspapers and magazines were kept. She toased everybody and had the first bite of pizza. His mouth watered. He leaked his lips, rolling his tongue all over. He kept looking at her through a small hole he had made in the newspaper. She guessed what was going around her.

They stood up, paying their bills. He rose up hiding a magazine behind him. They entered into adventure island. He tried the same but failed to enter as entry fee was more than 300 bucks which was his monthly pocket money. He saw her going away from his sight. He wished he were a rich guy like her friends. He roamed here and there, visualizing the girl. He kept waiting, standing outside the gate of adventure island. She didn't come for long. He sat on a nearby chair and lost in the dreams.

'who is this? Leme propose this girl. Don't disturb me,' he said, opening his eyes.
He bliked his eyes as he found the same girl standing after him. He rubbed his eyes twice to check whether he was dreaming or she was there in real.
Guess what had happened next....

PIRATES OF THE PETROLIUM

Characters: The Richest guy, The poorest guy, the specs guy and the other guy.

 ‘No, no, I can’t bear it alone. My Hitler dad is going to kick my ass. You poor asses never pay me equally. I can’t do it.’ The richest of four friends said when his poor friends demanded him to get his car because it has been long they didn’t go for a night out party.

‘What your problem? Can’t you steal a key of your car?’ his friend asked.

‘Steal, huh. I want you to get a duplicate key made,’ the poorest said, releasing smoke of the cigarette, making some smoke patterns in air.

‘I can’t do it. Try to understand,’ the richest said. They were four friends out of which one was the richest and rest three were poor. They love partying late night and sleeping with the paid girls. And for this all of them required a car because neither party nor the paid girls could walk at their places, cheaply. The richest guy was tired of paying the petrol price as the inflation was at its apex. Every week petrol price hiked. After making some plans they thought of making petrol themselves but failed after knowing the process of petrol making and crude oil processing.

After a month, petrol price doubled and the car was invisible. They tried to maintain the pace with their parties and paid girls but failed. They were drinking and smoking cocaine filled cigarettes sitting under a Peepal tree on the roadside of a highway at the outskirt of the city. This was one of the ways of their parties. Strange? Youngsters love experimenting and elders hate it.

The poorest guy stood up, holding a wine bottle (concentrated) in one hand and cigarette in the other. He rubbed his eyes as extra dose of wine and cocaine filled cigarette had started plying hide and seek with his head so with the eyes.

‘I’ve a plan,’ the poorest said.

‘What?’ the rest three rhymed together.

‘We can party more and sleep with more expensive paid girls, like models,’ he took a deep sip of wine.

‘Which plan?’ everybody rose up.

‘Look there,’ the poorest said, pointing his longest finger to a tanker which was standing on the other side of highway.

‘What that?’ asked the richest one.

‘A petrol tanker. We’re going to loot it every month,’

‘Fuck you. You poors always talk of stealing and looting,’ the rich guy said, sitting back at the Peepal root.

‘Ohh, why don’t you bring your car everyday then,’ the other guy who was staring at the tanker said.

‘It seems a good idea but how would we do it?’ the silent guy said breaking his silence for the first time.

‘I would plan everything but he has to agree to bring his car for a night. I would manage the rest things,’ the poorest said, taking a deep sip and emptied bottle.

‘You all come to my place Sunday night. I’ve a plan,’ he said. After some abuses and emotional hits the richest agreed to bring his car for a night.

                                                                 &&&&

All of them were sitting on the balcony of the poorest guy’s place. The beer bottles got opened with the opener. The sound of clinking of the glasses aroused and everybody rhymed the word “cheersss”. One hour of sitting, drinking, smoking, drugging fed the plan into their heads nicely. The plan was about to be experimented the same night.

Locking door, they jumped into the car and the engine got started and steering moved to the Chandigarh highway. The highway was not that busy at midnight as the trucks were the only vehicles were visible there. Most of the truck drivers hardly care about the happenings on the roads. One of them was the target of these guys.

The car had already crossed 120 marks on the speedometer. The heavy loaded trucks were giving stiff competitions as they were running with greater speeds. The eyes of these guys were fixed on the target tanker which was increasing its speed. All they could see the tankers was the tanker’s back light. The trucks were running in a long queue where it was quite impossible to get the car in between any two of them. All were sitting in the car, wearing their seat belts tightly. The car started running in a zigzag path. It was continuously trying to plough some space between the trucks. Sometimes left, sometimes right, sometime straight, some time back. It suddenly hit the right front wheel of a heavy truck loaded with steel rods. The seat belts got broken with the stress of sudden turns but the car maintained the momentum. The truck on the other side took a sharp left turn and it went out of control of its driver in seconds and felt into a deep river. A huge splash sound of water emerged and truck sank into the heart of river.

The car was running with the speed of tanker as the driver had maintained the distance of one meter. The poorest rolled the window down, untying the seat belt. He then moved his head out. He could feel the speed of wind when it hit his face. The other guy followed him. The driver was strictly warned to focus on his work only. Driving. The specs guy (silent guy) knew his job so he kept sitting at the back seat. The poorest came out of the car carefully and climbed on the roof of the car. The other guy did the same. He was being dragged by the speedy wind that was blowing in opposite direction but his non-branded shoes were gripping the roof surface tightly. He pointed the other guy to wait. The tanker decreased its speed so the car. He felt a jerk and felt on the roof. He got up and jumped onto the tanker’s roof and planted his feet nicely. The specs guy passed a bag of pipe to the other guy who was sitting on the roof like a cat. The driver focused his job…

 [to be cont….]

Was She Really A Slut?

'How would I live without you?' She said,hugging, grabbing him tightly.
'I know you, you can live without me,' he said, cheking his Rado wrist watch. Both hugged again for the last time very tightly, letting their souls meet for the last time. The announcement was being made. He released her and walked into the crowd and vanished without looking back. She came running out, started engine and drove straight to the open field. She came out of car and kept staring at the place where she hugged her guy for the last time. The noisy sound came and she tossed her extra big sunglasses into the car. She kept staring up above into the sky. The plane appeared out of the boundary wall of IGI airport, making big noise. She visualized him sitting at the window and flashing flying kissess. Seconds passed and plane vanished out of her sight into the blue sky. Tears trickled down hed cheeks. Wiping tears she wore her extra big sunglass to hide her wet eyes and drove stright to her place.
Time passed with least speed. She tried to cope with the disaster of separation of her school sweetheart. She had least friend in college so she tried to approach some guys. Girls simply hated her as she was the best amomg them. One guy became her friend. Their friendship got broken up at the end of second month. 'Long distance relationship is really very tough to maintain,' she thought. She tried another guy then the third guy then the fourth but no one matched her sweetheart boyfriend. Nobody liked her for changing guys so frequently. Guys started saying like 'she just uses guys and kicked their ass later....she just wants a guy with a big dick....she just uses guys for timepass....she is a SLUT.' For a simple reason she was crowned with a tag of Slut. She wanted to make love again as her boyfriend left for Australia for 3 years.

30 Seconds reading!

He was very reserved kinda guy. After the first day of his college he was gaining attention of people. Few liked him so became his friends. Most hated him. He was in love with freedom. He was hardly seen in lectures even though he didn't have a girlfriend. He was always looking for roaming and enjoying. For many reasons he was hated by his teachers also. He never respected any teacher in college might be the one. His friends' heads matched his so they started partying a lot together.
One day the guy saw a girl standing the gate of an old homage. Without delay his heart felt for her. He was in love now. His friends didn't like it because they were still single. Now people around him in college getting burnt more than earlier. He knew that he was liked by only few around. Fortunately, the girl he was in love with was more in love with him. The trust bond got concreted so their relationship. He had a reason now to bunk lectures and labs. One his friends decided to message his girl,posing as the guy. His girl shown him the message and he got to know that it came from one of his friends. Without delay he started the engine his bike and reached college. The door of the classroom was closed. He opened it, asking 'may i come in sir'. He was allowed to get in. He rushed to one of his friends, pulled him out of his seat, gripping his collar tighly. Bang, bang, bang was the only sound audible in the class in front of the lecturer. The moment any one would have got what actually had happened he left the college...

[to be cont...]

Delhi 2035

Indian parents produced 700 billonth kid, marking just another milestone in the production of kids. After using so many flavord condoms and many new invented contraceptive pills parents fail to check out the reproduction of new lives.
The populaton kept increasing not only in India but also on rest of the earth so the sky toiching problems kept heaping up. Let me focus to the 700 billionth kid. Like his mom many other kids fail to suck their mom's breasts to get their mom's milk, the ultimate source of energy which is the most impotant for yoing kids. Infact their moms didn't allow feeding the kids with their own milk just to maintain their figure tight and right. After few years the kid started plying with the electronics gadgets like ps, IPhones etc in place of something like dolls and soft toys.
The population kept increasing so the the earth which was already sqeezing its size was not enough to provide space to all the humans.

[to be cont.....]

ANDRIOD...

I've got a new android phone. Its features are really very amazing. I've spent more cash on this phone. Hope it would help me in wriring when i'm in bed and  at some other places where i can't use ma laptop.

DOLLARS VERSUS LOVE!

Once upon a time there was guy. Like you guys, he went to school when he was a kid to enjoy school life and to learn something so that he could be a learned person and could earn some respect in the society. I don’t know why parents think that a well educated person may only be respected human in the society.

He wasn’t a bookworm, nerd, geek, regular, disciplined, and careful. In fact he lacked all the qualities that a good school going kid possesses. Fighting with his parents’ everyday scolding and stiff Indian education competition he managed to clear his board examinations. In fact he topped the board exams and got published in almost all leading newspapers.

No one who knew him very well could have thought of him being a topper and got his pic published in the newspapers across the sub continent. For this he got no appreciation, no honor, no respect and nothing form his school and parents as he was always indulge in bad things like fighting with his classmates, schoolmates, outsiders and teachers too (at times!).

He had a girlfriend and a best friend too whom he got separated as his dad sent him away from home and his love to a different city (a metro one) to study in a coaching institute to clear IITJEE and get into one of the IITs. From 5^th to 10^th standard of his schooling he had always dreamt to get the education system changed so that the kids needn’t worry much. For this he had been writing several letters to the Indian prime minister. The prime ministers got changed after each 2 to 5 years of interval but he never got any reply from them. He then decided to become the prime minister of India one day.

Now he had gotten shifted to a metro city away from his parents’ scolding, the fucking school that he ever hated and his lovely girlfriend with whom he wanted to stay for the rest of his life. Well, he had joined a premier institute that was challenging that most of the IITJEE toppers are from there. The fact is that almost all such institutes do so.

It was a new world, new city, new geography so new language, new lifestyle and new atmosphere. Right from the first day of the class, a girl (whom he was asked to sit with) felt in love with him and he did the same later. Their love story got nurtured, flourished and became famous as the girl was the most blonde one and everybody (guys only!) wanted to sleep with her.

IITJEE was held and he wrote it but unfortunately he got his rank in lakhs that worsened his relationship with his parents the most. He was not that bad student so he managed to clear the state level engineering entrance examination and got admission. His girlfriend failed to clear any engineering entrance exam so his parents decided to shift her to her mamu place which was in New York. Again, he had to spend his life without his love with whom he wanted to settle for his whole life!

Time passed with greater speed. He had made some cool friends in his college but failed to make girlfriend there and looked outside for it. He had turned into a stud and met a girl in metro train and felt in love with her when she just asked the route of a University. She also felt in love with him. Their colleges were different so they didn’t get much time to share together like he used to do with his ex. Time passed happily. He never cared for his parents. He didn’t even miss them. Three years of his engineering course went amazing. 

Meanwhile he had developed habit of writing something. In fact he had started writing about almost all topics that had affected him positively and negatively, deeply. He started publishing his stories on his won and his writings had started attracting readers that were getting increased day by day. His readers had started demanding him for writing a good novel. The guy listened to them. Then he decided to become a writer. In fact he was very vulnerable at his aim. He was never sure of his carrier whether to go in engineering, medical, literature or any other known course. In fact he kept changing his aims after some intervals in accordance with the demand of time, his head and heart.

His dad started calling the guy to ask about his placement and job. His dad never loved him but he wanted to see his kid settled so that his son wouldn’t face any hardship in living his life. Parents love their criminal kids too! They just love their kids.

Well, he kept telling his dad that he would get a job of his own choice in his own stream. Unfortunately, his college had failed to attract the companies of his stream so he was left unplaced. In short he was a jobless engineer. This is India and is producing maximum number of engineers in the world but fails to provide work to all of them.

On the other side there were a lot of companies of his stream that were offering the jobs in thousands of dollars (as salary). But there were also stiff competitions for the entrance in such big companies. Some of the leading publishers had already asked the guy to meet them to show the synopsis his novel that he had finished working hard over though out the year. He was stuck in choosing his path. Where to go? To publishers? Or to study hard sticking his ass to study chair to clear the examination that could have paid him thousands of dollars per annum.

He stopped finishing his book and was standing in his balcony looking towards sky in the darkness of midnight. In fact he was trying to count number of starts that were twinkling over his head. He was unable to count as his head was a bit confused. The reason you all know well about.

God was traveling across the sky and noticed a person who was most confused in the world and was unable to sleep. He lacked sleep for the last few weeks.

Without any delay god came down and appeared floating in front of the guy.

‘What has happened to you, my child?’ asked the god.

 ‘Nothing. I’m just enjoying the west wind. It’s cool. Isn’t it?’ the guy responded.

‘By the way who are you and how are you standing still floating there?’ the guy asked.

‘I’m god,’ the god said.

‘Ah, You looking cool in this outfit. Where did you get it from?’ the guy asked.

‘Oh, shut up. I’m god and I’m supposed to wear such clothes. And it’s none of your business,’

‘I was traveling across the world to see whether this world, my creation is okay and I noticed you and you and your head in a great confusion. So I got down to help you,’ the god said.

‘Okay, you are god as you’ve just told me. You should know why m I so confused,’ the guy said.

‘I’ve a lot of works to do so I can’t study each single person’s head. Look at the population. How speedly it’s increasing day by day,’

‘Okay. I’m just confused in choosing the right path. Whether should I meet publishers to get my book published or to study like a fucking nerd to clear examinations that would pay me thousands of dollars,’ the guy asked in a single breath.

‘Go for the dollars.’ The god answered bluntly thrashing the guy’s love for writing….

[Epilogue: the guy chose to study hard and clear papers to get a job as god had told him to do so.

 He got a nice job with huge handsome salary. But there was something else that had started haunting his head after working there for few months. 

‘Fuck you,’ he said to his job of assistant manager and called the publishers for a meeting.]

AFTER MY BREAKUP

Oh, she still loves to be called single,
Didn't her rude heart got mingled.
With the love, he gave to her,
With the time, he shared with her.

Stupid! Yeah, he calls his heart stupid,
That has already poured a lot of love.
Over her mind, over her body,
Over her heart and over her soul.

Hey, ungracious heart, didn't you notice,
His love, his innocence, his dedication.
What was his fault, he just asked,
You for accepting, you're in love with him.

The world is becoming barbarian,
The hearts are getting filled,
With the hatred and repellency.
The hearts are being flooded,
With the poisonous thoughts.

Where are those days gone,
When the lovers were supposed to,
Tied together with their hearts,
With their bodies, with their souls,
For years, for decades, for millennium.

Pouring Love over anybody is very easy,
But making him/her fall in love is not.
He, his poisonous-less thoughts,
His innocent heart did it, Yes, he made it.

Hey, good and rude ladies,
Can't you see the world of love?
That someone is showering over you heavily.
Come out of dreams, and see,
How happy you're with him.

Hey, patienceless guys,
Can't you feel?
Girls too can pour love
And share happiness.
Where does your innocence go?
When the girls start showering love,
And care upon you.

SMART GUYS AND THE SMARTER GIRLS!

One year of a relationship is enough time to make the emotional and any known bond in this world stronger. Yes, they did it. They are in love, true love now, better call.

It was a time when they (a guy and a girl, of course) met as complete strangers. No past relations, no childhood friends, neither school friends nor college friends and no common friends, they had. Both of them met in a fest and exchanged their numbers as they might have liked each other or they were in need of good friend.

As the texting started just after opening of their eyes in the morning, ranging whole day till the moment their eyes didn’t get closed themselves.  They planned to meet one day and they met in a café, away from the huge noisy malls. They liked each other at first meet because they just saw each other under the dancing flashing dj lights in the fest.

Well, there is a great difference between love and like and all of us are aware of it except only few! The girl liked the guy more. And they had started trying to forget their past relationships as the newer always gives better feeling, better opportunity and better space.

They again met after a month as the guy seemed to be more aggressive and forced the girl to meet. In fact, he had a lot of girlfriends (around 4 to 5 only, because not only he but also no other guy can have girls more than this number!) and he had enough time to share equally or unequally with almost all of them over phone texting, online chatting, and chitchatting over phone.

The girl on the other side had all the good features that guys die for in girls. So she was also flooded with some offers after her last break-up. She was enjoying a lot as the guys were running and fight after her. The fact is that guys run after any kinda girl. But the guy who she met last evening and a month ago in the fest seemed smarter, intelligent, respectable, handsome and of course possessing healthy wallet.

The guy on the other hand had already enjoyed past two relationships in which he was supposed to be serious and enjoyed the love, the true love and rest he considered time passes. He had some good choices till then and he chose the best then.  As a smart guy he focused over his decreasing time (that’s fixed 24 hrs per day for the world) and his healthy wallet that he could have emptied in a single day if he would have gotten the chance to.

They met once again and felt in love this time as some hugs and kisses got exchanged during seeing off.  The guy felt in true love as he was a frequent in falling in love with any girl truly. Time passed and they started meeting every week then every alternate day then every day.

Unfortunately, they guy didn’t study girl minutely as he thought himself smarter plus he thought that if he chooses anything then it must have been the best one among the choices available.  Yes, the girl was smarter and more careful. She used to accept the offers of friendship from the guys and then judge them after staying close to their hearts. But most of the guys in her list failed in satisfying her conditions except the fest guy. She felt nothing much like love like the guy who had already slipped off his heart and head. But yeah, the way guy was living and treating people around himself impressed the girl. Sometimes later she had started feeling something that was dragging her closer to the guy whom she wanted to meet every day right in the morning where her dad used to drop her near a metro station. The guy with much leisure time used to wait for her sitting there.

The time passed with the greater speed and more fun in their lives. They were so much into each other that they had stopped thinking of any other thing except meeting every day, talking for long , watching out all the new hollywood releases , go for long walks (during monsoon) and eat together.

One day the guy asked her to make love when both of them were getting wet enjoying under huge natural shower. She refused. And the guy whose head got speed up and thought that the girl doesn’t love him but she likes his company only. In the meantime he had given up all the contacts of girls that he gathered to have more fun. The girl on the other side had already started losing interests in her girlfriends and boyfriends in her college and outside as she was habitual to rush to meet this guy even if she got a break of half an hour from her lectures. Same was the case with the guy, he had already fought with his friends for one or more reasons.

The guy could do nothing when it came to make love and he maintained calm and patience. One he was standing in his balcony and was thinking deeply about the girl in the deep dark night. He made up his mind to leave the girl as he considered his relationship useless without any physical closeness.

He met the girl next day and gave up this idea to leave her after seeing her innocence, trustworthy nature and dedication towards the work. He started living a ray of hope that she would fall in love with him as he had heard a lot of storied of victory of love over everything when he was a kid. He then decided to follow the footmarks that the childhood stories had left over his intelligent, innocent and a bit wicked head.

Time passed again, and they had started sharing even a small moment of happiness (and sorrow at times only) together. They both were in deep love, true love with each other. They couldn’t live even a single moment without each other. The guy, despite loving the girl was has started considering his relationship as friendship only. The girl, who had enough attitudes so she at times tried it over the guy and was becoming unbearable for the guy.

Guys fall in love in lesser time than girls. It’s true. The guy did the same. Plus he had developed something in his head that if the girl couldn’t love her then he would make the girl sleep with him as she had all the best features that were proving that she could be the best under sheet.

Well, whenever relationships get composed of the mixture of sharing love and emotions then they result into sharing of bed. But the guy, intelligent, better thinker like an intellectual was unaware of the rudeness and rigidity of the girl. The girl on the other hand had made up her mind not to lose her virginity before her wedding and losing it before marriage was something like crime for her and it could have smashed her dignity and attitude. Like every middle class girl with middle class head she was thinking that her parents had brought up her in pure atmosphere giving her all the happiness and everything that she had dreamt for. So she kept rejecting all the possible plans of guy to hit into bed with their all emotional and sexual might. This resulted into frequent fights and we all know the results of frequent fights.

[Epilogue: the girl respected her won feeling and emotion and the guy had no other option except looking for a new girl. The girl also got a new boyfriend. In fact she had two. Now the guy is in a live in relationship with a pilot girl who flies aeroplanes and sleeps with him every night. And the girl (his ex now) is an IAS officer and is planning to get married with a guy that her parents have chosen for her. Two of her ex boyfriends (last two) drink and smoke together, cursing and abusing her a lot.]

The things that your eyes would never see!

God is very happy with Delhi and has started thinking of the rising height of mercury so he would have decided to shower Delhi. Well, it’s monsoon and according to it there must be some heavy rain over here. The most enjoyable moment that is being squeezed from this season is to stay under sheet for long and enjoy sex with the bed partner. Unfortunately, I don’t have a bed partner and I hate staying into bed for long whether its monsoon or winter or scorching summer.

As usual I woke up early and walking fast rushed towards the Japanese Park. There was very few attendances over there as most of the walkers were still to open their eyes and see the awesome sexy atmosphere. It rained heavy with huge thunders and lightening last night so there was water everywhere except the jogging marble track that is just a few inches above the ground level. After finishing jogging it was time to stretch arms and so some exercises. Nobody was there where many youngsters and old men and women come to stretch their muscles to make them strong.

The sound that was coming from the patting of my shoes and the water hiding under grass was very pleasing to head and soul. Some of the water, penetrating the tiny holes entered into my shoes and wetted my socks and feet as well. Without wasting time I started doing exercises like push-ups, chin-ups and some more exercises. Whenever there is scare of heat you get more energy.

After lightening, thundering and showering the earth, clouds were in no mood to stay away leaving Delhi sky. Making several layers it was covering whole sky keeping away the mightiest sun from the view, they had started flashing some water drops over earth. A jat uncle, holding an umbrella appeared who loves to do exercises more the youngsters. He noticed me, saw here and there, looked at me and left. After sometime some jhuggi kids came, exercised and left.

I was not getting tired and was getting more energy, I don’t know why so I continued exercising with the continuity of the rain. Everything (the trees, the plants, the marbled tracks, the fountains, the leaves the light poles) were shining more as they had already got wet and light was being reflected more so their shining sight was pleasing my eyes. It was time to return home and study something as my sessional papers are about to begin from 13^th of this month.

The rain was turning heavier, the clouds had already covered the whole park as if they were trying to stay here for years and shower it nicely to turn it into a pond. I started returning following the same jogging track looking at the trees that were covered by the flood of birds. I don’t from where so many birds had come there. The last night rain had already filled the ponds, increasing the level of water some inches. The buzzing sound of the crickets was audible that can be heard at night only.  It was raining so heavily that the patting sound of the water over trees’ leaves and the ground was audible clearly.

The biggest pond of the park was about to flood the whole park as the water level had already increased by one meter. The crows and other birds were sitting on the trees and plants on the bank of the pond. Most of them were enjoying the rain as they had squeezed their body sticking their feathers to their bodies. The colorful pebbles that cover the banks of the pond were not visible as the water had already submerged them under it. The ducks, making small groups of around 10 to 15 that swim there, were sitting on the water near the banks. Some naughty crows were trying to play with the ducks but the ducks were in no mood to play with them just to enjoy the heavy rain. I reduced my pace but kept walking staring continuously towards the pond. Suddenly I saw something swimming across the water. Expecting it a small black boat without any person on it, I jumped off the jogging track and ran quickly towards the pond. It was not a boat as something else was swimming. They were swimming in some patterns and were getting spread at times. Their heads with long neck were visible out of water. Some of them started flying above water, some vanished into water dipping their heads under water, some were running on water as if the water was something like solid road for them, some stretched their feathers and covered the smaller heads, some loved to stay calm keeping their necks above water.

‘Hello son, you are enjoying the sight,’ a voice reached my ears suddenly. I turned my head aside rolling my eyes and saw a well dressed old man, holding an umbrella was standing next to me.

‘Oh, hello uncle,’ I said looking back towards the black birds.

‘Your eyes have good power to capture such sights,’ said uncle looking towards the birds.

‘Look at them, they are looking so beautiful. They can be seen here only during heavy rain,’ he continued.

‘I’ve already made 10 to 12 videos of these birds,’ said the old man.

‘How nice, can you mail them to me please. Take my email id,’ I said.

‘Son, I don’t have a minute to do any work then how would I mail you?’ he said.

‘Okay, but what do you do?’ I asked the old man.

‘I do nothing, I’ve already crossed my sixties. I love to roam so keep roaming here and there. I wake up early and start roaming and reach my place by 10pm when my wife is waiting for dinner with me,’ he continued.

‘What do you do?’ he asked me.

‘I’m a writer,’ I answered looking at him.

‘Very nice. You are blessed with some extra ordinary head. work hard. You will go to America, Australia etc. your eyes have different capacity to view and analyze this world. One day you’ll roam across the whole world. God bless you,’ the old man said.

It was a bit irritating me as I was supposed to enjoy the view but the old man was disrupting that. I distracted my eyes from his face and rolled my eyes back towards the pond but the birds were not visible by them. They had disappeared somewhere into the water or into the cloudy sky. I cursed the old man for wasting my time. I looked into his eyes with anger and he stared back…………       

Placements, Night Outs and The Stunts!

The seventh semester arrived with some good news for the students of 4^th year as campuses of IP University are flooded with a lot of companies (for proving jobs, of course), IT companies only. But there are a lot of terms and conditions of these companies. The students with the backlogs are not being allowed to sit in the tests. Some of the students like Ankit, my stud friend who doesn’t like to wait for the core companies and want a placement right now at any cost. Unfortunately he has a backlog. Our college management doesn’t want to take a risk to allow the students of this category to sit in the paper so that its college will not be blacklisted.

It was quite dark. Everybody was bedding to go into bed. The sound of the hitting of the guards’ big bamboo sticks was audible only. It rained heavily an hour ago so the atmosphere was quite cold and calm. The earth seemed cold a bit after getting showered nicely. The stars were not visible in the sky as the thick layer of cloud had covered it fully. Ankur was standing in the balcony with a hot cup of tea not to enjoy the sip but was searching a way to get into the first company so that he would further enjoy the whole year with his sweetheart.

He was tired of listening to the words like ‘the students with backlogs are not being allowed but can study and take chance if the college (in which the companies were coming) is allowing at the last moment’. There was a great confusion. In fact he had already studied a lot for the test and after working so harder no one would like to give up the hope.

He called his friend Verma and Ankit who including himself had backlogs and were dying to get a job in Infosys anyhow and told them to meet him. For the first time both of them shown sincerity and reached Ankur’s place within half an hour.  The meeting started with the puff of cigarettes and hot coffees.

‘Why did you call us here at this time?’ asked Verma.

‘Very simple, just to get a job in this fu**ing company,’ answered Ankur, releasing smoke in the air.

‘I’ve a plan to get into it,’ continued Ankur.

‘What?’ both of them asked together.

‘Making of fake mark sheets,’ answered Ankur boldly.

‘Are you mad?’ said Ankit in a shocking tone.

‘Nope,’

‘Look, if we are selected for the placement then would work harder to clear backlogs and so…………,’ convinced Ankur.

 ‘Oh, you fu**ing a**hole, you want us to be put behind the bars,’ said Verma puffing the cigarette strongly as if it was the last cigarette in the packet.

‘It’s risky, they would catch us and would throw us out of the test in front of our class mates and college mates and we would have to feel ashamed,’ said Ankit, rhyming Verma.

The discussion continued for hours and Ankur, finally was able to convince them to work together and keep the plan secret.

‘How would we do it?’ asked Verma.

‘I’ll do it,’ said Ankur.

‘But how?’ asked restless Ankit.

‘What how? I’ve already done it each semester for showing my mark sheets to my dad,’ said Ankit.

‘What?’

‘Yes, I’ve one, two or three, even four backlogs each semester but I always change my marks in mark sheet to hide them from my dad,’

‘But you never told me, you d**k h**d.’ I also would have tried the same to make my parents happy who always scold for not getting good results,’ said Verma.

             

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Ankur went to his sister’s place and asked her to give her HP DeskJet scanner-printer to him just for a day.

‘You can do your work here,’ his sis told him.

‘Nope, I can’t work here. I’ve to work whole night,’

‘What’s problem in working here?’ she asked.

‘I can’t because my friends are waiting at my place and we have to work together on our minor project,’

‘Okay, you can get it then,’ she said and Ankut grabbed the scanner-printer and ran straight to his place where his good friends were eagerly waiting in the balcony.

The scanner was connected to the electric board from one side and to the laptop from the other side. Ankur, who was already expert in doing such a nice job of changing marks made three cups of coffee. Ankit took out three cigarettes and disturbed to rest two after lighting them. Ankur sat in front of laptop with some original mark sheets. Verma sat in his left hand side and Ankit on the right on the floor. The fourth semester mark sheet was kept under the scanner and the real work started then. Some of the softwares that Ankur had already downloaded and worked over them earlier were opened.

The uncountable coffee mugs went on with the puffs of cigarettes. Three good friends kept working whole night and finally the dawn was about to arrive as the chirping of the birds had become audible. The guard had stopped hitting his big bamboo stick on the road and gates…………..

Ankit escaped jogging and morning exercises as he was the experienced lead to do such a tough work.

‘Hey, it’s 8:00am, and we’ve to reach the test center by sharp 8:30am,’ said Verma who was lying on the mat and was thinking ‘what would he do if he is caught in any case’.  At last they got the prints of changed mark sheets and the resume which was almost same. Nobody took shower as they were getting late for the written test for which that had to wake whole night to work on.

‘We are still left with an important task,’ muttered Ankit.

‘What?’

‘Attest, we’ve to get all these mark sheets and CVs attested before reaching to the test centre.

‘What the hell is this? Where would we go now?’ asked Verma in a shocking tone.

‘Hey, my mom’s friend is a doctor in a A***lo hospital and she lives here but she would ask million of questions before attesting,’ said Ankit whose mom’s and dad’s friends are present everywhere to get any kind of jack work.

‘But I don’t want to go to her place. She would tell it to mom and I would be caught…..,’ contined Ankit.

‘Oh, shut up you A**h**e, we are left with minimum time and no need to worry. I would talk to her. You just introduce me to her as your best friend,’ interrupted Ankur.

‘Yeah, it seems a good idea,’ said Verma, looking deeply into mark sheet.

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The car reached outside Ankit’s aunty’s place and everybody was discussing that if Ankur is going to lie a lot then try to control their laughter. They got down and started moving towards the door in queue with Ankit at first, then Verma who was followed by Ankur.

‘Hello aunty, good morning,’ said Ankit as the door got opened and a lady appeared.

‘Hello son, how come at this hour?’ asked aunty, who was still in her red gown and it seemed that she had come to open the door straight from her bed room as her hair was still rough and was uncombed as half of her hair was flying on her forehead and half on her left hand side. Her big blue eyes were still searching for some more sleep. Her lips were…………..

‘Aunty, I’ve to get my mark sheets attested because I’m going to write placement paper,’ Ankit said.

‘Come in,’ she said turning back. Ankur kicked Verma to say hello to her as he was continuously staring at doctor aunty’s cleavage. 

‘Nice bre**ts,’ said Verma looking at Ankur.

‘Hmm,’ he nodded.

‘Ohhhh, look her b**s, they are so awesome……,’ Verma kept muttering such words for aunty into Ankur’s ears.

‘Can you please shut up, you bas***ds,’ muttered Ankit, looking back staring at both.

‘Aunty, they are my best friends,’ said Ankit pointing towards his friends who were sitting on the couch that was just on the opposite side of the center table, facing her.

‘Show me your original mark sheets,’ ordered the doctor aunty…..

[to be continued with the night outs and the stunts....]

The Old Man and his loneliness

 The darkness was still there and the sun was about to rise up. The chirping of the birds was audible as there were no traffics running on the road. The calmness could be observed everywhere around. The street lights were still to be switched off, the air conditioners that cool our closed bed rooms were adding some more heights in atmosphere mercury. The stray dogs were walking slowly in unusual manners. They had understood that their work was to be over by now.

Yes, it was early morning and I came out and was heading towards Japanese park for jogging and playing soccer and the cricket too! I felt smart to wake up early in the morning when maximum Delhites love to stay under their sheets to enjoy the monsoon.

‘How hardworking are they?’  I said to myself looking towards the creatures, who were smarter than me as they’d left their beds earlier than I did. They can be seen early in the dark morning when most of you are lost in your dreams in your beds. They walk faster looking here and there as if they had lost something expensive previous evening. The street dongs love to bark running after them. I never understood what they were looking for.

The monsoon has arrived and Delhi is still to be showered heavily like previous monsoon. Walking straight solving the puzzling questions that were storming in ma head about those persons and Indian society where a lot of boundries still exist. People like Anna Hazare are shouting and trying their level best to eradicate corruption from Indian political system but I never heard then shouting for the poorest section of this country.

Finally I had reached the park where the sound of cricket was still audible, finished jogging and then joined my team to enjoy soccer which was followed by cricket. I got tired a bit after scoring 6 runs for my team and was decleared injured by my team’s captain as one the player of my team was still to bat and some overs were still to be bowled.

He had crossed his seventies, half of his head was shining as there was scarce of hair over there, his whole face was wrinkled and was looking indifferent. He, everyday, sit there and tries different poses of baba Ramdev. He laughs loudly at times. The glow in his eyes was noticeable. Like rest of the old uncles he was in his fashionable outfits, in shorts and loose tee with the matching of branded shoes.   ‘Ram Ram uncle ji,’ I said talking a seat next to an old man whom I see everyday sitting and enjoying our games sitting on a bench under a big tree.

‘You got tired very early today,’ Uncle responded.

‘Oh,’ I…….,’ I said.

‘You know what, when I was young like you I used to play soccer for two hours every day and never got tired so early.’ said the old man.

‘That’s great,’ I greeted.

‘What do you do?’ asked uncle.

‘Ammm….

‘I’m a writer,’ I said after thinking what to choose from writing and engineering.

‘That’s great,’ he said.

‘I expected something from engineers and doctors,’ added Uncle ji.

‘India needs young authors,’ he continued.

“It was my early twenties when I was in the 2^nd year of my college life in university. It was the time when I used to live alone here in Delhi, away from my mom and dad and their love! I was very intelligent academically but I was a bit different from other classmates and streetmates so I had very limited friends. I was alone that time and I’m the same now. I completed my undergraduate degree then post graduate degree and got a job in London. I got married to an English girl. I love her a lot. Like every married couples we had produced kids. A lot of incidents have happened in my life. I’ve grandchildren now. I and my wife made our lives unbelievably beautiful co operating each other at each walk of lives. I never understood why did she demanded for divorce one night. I didn’t want to divorce her so we had some bitter arguments that night. I wanted to leave for India and she was opposing it. She met a fatal accident and two days later, she left me alone in this world. 

The cricket was turning more interesting so was calling me, but the uncle had opened the chapters of his personal diary so I loved to sit with him. In fact, I don’t have a grandpa so I liked to listen to some more chapters of his life.

 “But I always love writing and I had started writing about my life and the life around me. The loneliness is an evil as well as a gift in an under graduate college life, you know.” said the old man looking towards the batsman who was hitting six on each second ball.

‘So your college life was boring as you had limited friends and had no girlfriend?’ I dared to ask.

‘I’d a girl whom I loved but we broke up later because she wanted to stay here in Delhi and I had got a job with nice salary in London.

‘But still I felt loneliness, I don’t know why,’ he continued.

He continued and I started visualizing his story in black and white world, placing myself in place of him.

“It was quite hard for me to cope with the loneliness but it had taught me the real meaning of life.” He said.

“Loneliness had taught me a lot of good stuffs. It gave me more space to understand the wind, the birds, the summer, the winter, the monsoonal rain, the trees, the gardens, the ponds, the rivers and a lot. It taught me how to utilize my maximum time. I used to bunk my classes to think and imagine the human and nature. I never wanted to drink wines and smoke cigarette but I tried and became habitual to them. Later I understood the outcomes of drinking and smoking but still I’m alive. In fact, the incidents forced me to feel comfortable with the branded wines and US bases cigarette. The most complex task is to understand Love and its effect on the lives. Well, I’ve always heard that understanding woman is the most tidous task as the creator of this universe so the women failed to understand the women. I came to know the love the humans their pain. I came to know how to satisfy myself when I needed a girl to love and sleep with. I continued writing about my each good and bad moments that have taught me a lot of stuff since the noncompetitive to this competitive world. At last I became a writer and started writing true stories and fictions after quitting my job because it was quite hard for me to stay at the place where my lovely wife used to sit in front of my transparent cabin. I got shifted to India and after reading my stories some publishers contacted me and asked for publishing my stories in three volumes. Now, I’m a rich and famous writer but I’m still alone and lives alone in old homage away from my children and grandchildren and of course my love whose ghost come every night to give me goodnight kiss and wave her hand to say goodnight and leave for the heaven.

 [the story of that old man is written very precisely here, it's very long and very true.....It really feel bad when old people are thrown out of their houses....]

Feel Fresh..

I'm feeling fresh and relaxed after jogging and exercising for more than half an hour. It has been long, I din't feel so  free. It seems there is no extra burden over ma head now. Ma head seemed so confused and stressed after working 7 days a week. Working as a trainee in NDPL and DMRC together at a time is not a kid's play.
Well, a good news for ma readers is that I've been working very hard on my debut novel since last summer and it would take some more time to get it published and released. It would be ready by the end of this summer.

The Engineers' Anthem!

A song dedicated to the engineers....


Here came the 4th year of engineering,
Daaru sutta aur ladki, sab seeming useless and tasteless now!
Saala placement ki hai kadki
College ki hai maa ki...aankh..aankh..aankh

Daddy asking daily, beta, when you're gonna be placed,
How many of your seniors got plaaccceddd...
Girlfriend mujhse puche, why are you so lost, ma sweetheart,
Why is pacing the beat of your heart.

When I look at good companies,
That are far away from my college,
Saali aa jati hai fatt kar hath mein,
When I see their entrance papers and then interviews.
What to do now..now..now..noooowww.

Saala jab gaya main training mein,
Dekha engineers ko site p working mein.
I imagined maself at their places then,
Then I lit up a sutta looking to run away.
Yes, leaving my home to run awaayy.

Then god shown me a way, a way , a way, away.
And that was the thought of joining any insti for
cat, mat , xat, xaattt, xxaaaattttt!
It seemed the best idea,


So I sat at dinner table..first time together with my dad, mom and sis.
Daddy ji ne dekha aur kaha,
'What happened to ma son,
That he is sitting next to me this mon.

Daddy, I wanna join  a coaching insti,
For the entrance of cat, mat, xat, xat . xattt.
Daddy threw his plate over my head..heaaadd..heeeeaaaad.
I've seen you, beta and your results of IIT JEE, AIEEE..
FIIT JEE me tha dubaya tune mere 1.25 lakh..laakh..laaaakh,
I'm not gonna spend more, chahe bole koi lakh.. laaaakh.

Saali kismat thi meri maari, jo na padha tha mein,
For IIT JEE, AIEEE....EEEEEE
When I argued back then he became more angry,
And asked me to leave his home, he looked then scary.

Mommy yelled hatoji,
lemme talk to ma betaji.
He is not that bad...bad..bad.
The atmo became hotter and sad..sad.

The situation became uncontrollable
Then I packed my bags and left home
home home hommme
fucking hommmmee.

Doston ne kaha, beta tu to hai topper
Tujhe to milegi job..agar na mili job,
To pakadle apni bandi k dad ko,
Woh to placement karwa hi dega.

Well, I do listen to animals,
So I listened to my frineds.
I called ma girlfriend on a date,
Bola karade placement,
Kehti  padha to hai nahi tu,
Kahan se kara du placement.

When I forced her,
She stood up and said,
Goodbye ma sweetheart,
We would meet later..

Then she left the resto bar,
Leaving the bill unpaid behind her..

The Crow, The Frog & The Well-3

Birth of the Monster...!!

The crow was continuously looking into the eyes of the frog. The night was becoming colder and both of them started shifting their places towards each other.
'Hey, you are the most beautiful creature in this world,' the crow said moving his feathers round the waist of the lady frog. The lady frog looked into eyes of the crow and she started feeling something inside her head and body as the soft feathers of the crow were rounding her waist and the feet cum hands of the crow had already grabbed her body. She raised her hands and held the neck and half shoulder of the the crow tightly. Yes, they were making love under the cool moonlight,the sleeping trees, the sky, the cold breeze that was blowing from the nearby sea and of course the almighty god were the things that were watching the most amazing and wonderful love on this earth. They have never seen two different species so intimate loving so much passionately.
Well the smart crow had started doing his work that he could have done with a lady crow. He kissed almost all parts of the the lady frog's body.  Testosterone hormones started running from the lady frog's  head spreading to all parts of her body through the neurons. She also kissed the crow's lips and rest of his body parts holding him tightly. The crow shifted his lips from her lips crossing her neck towards the lower part of her body.
The trees, the sky, the moon, the cold wind, the silent and still night, the stars in the sky, and the god started closing their eyes after seeing such an indifferent stuff that was impossible for the crow and the lady frog.
The god cursed human beings for a while because humans could have made a video of the two loving intimate species and flashed it in their world through satellites that would have proved that humans are not only the single creature who can make love (and s*x, of course!) with different species like ******  ********* on this earth.
As the time passed, some unusual voice of the cute lady frog and the stud crow started coming out that pleased both of them including the things that had kept their eyes closed and but their ears opened (by mistake!).

'Hey, look at this,' the crow muttered releasing the body of the lady frog.
'How sweet. It's my egg,' the she said touching the egg. Yes, she had laid an egg. Both of them got out of their bed and started loving their egg.
'I love you,' the crow said to her.
'Hey god, what's it?' the lady frog muttered releasing the egg form her hand and Mr. god got an invitation to open his eyes. After opening eyes and scanning the egg god realized that something was going to happen indifferent there. The diameter of the egg had started shifting from millimeter to centimeters.  As it became large enough it felt down off the branch of the tree that was the bed of  parents (reproducers, better say!) of this egg. The egg felt down on the earth and it's outer walls started getting cracked with huge sounds that made the earth vibrate for a while. It was an earth quake that vibrated that whole world for some time. The most notorious and wicked minded creature of this world started waking up. They had started coming out their houses running towards the open fields. Some hid themselves under the beds. A lot of stuff had happened within few seconds.
'Ohhh my god. What's it,' the lady frog shouted after seeing the creature that came out of the cracking egg. She wanted to clean the liquid dirt that was covering her newly born kid's body that came out of her womb just few minutes ago. The dogs sitting under the tree at it's root started barking. The lion, king of the jungle started roaring, bunches of the birds started chirping more and more flying here and there and away from the trees, all the animals and birds started running away from the jungle after seeing the creature that came out of the egg. After seeing their newly born baby, the crow and the lady frog got fainted and felt down off the branch of the tree on the ground.

[to be cont....
with the physical appearance of the newly born baby that shocked God as it was not his creation and he predicted something wrong was going to happen on this earth!] 

SUMMER TRAINING / INTERNSHIP @ I P University....[dedicated to all those dads/moms, who have approaches in the big companies (but for thier kids only!)]

Training letters have been getting issued in all the colleges of IP University since January so in my college too. Most of my classmates are very smart in such training kind of work so they have already got many letters. Following them, I went to the training and placement department of my college and asked the person (who takes care of such letters) to get me a training letter.
'For which company?' He asked me the first question when I asked him for a training letter.
'DRDO' I answered without delay.
'Okay, do you have any approach there?' he asked.
'No sir. I've heard this name from my friends,' I said.
'They're getting letters to this name so I also want it,' I continued. He looked at me right from my eyes to feet and repeated it moving his eyes from my feet to face and continued typing the letter. Within five minutes, the letter started coming out of the printer containing my name, address etc etc. He then asked me to check my name and roll no etc there in the letter.
'Thank you sir,' I said smiling. He gave me a shameless smile in return and asked me to get the letter signed by the dean.
Training is still to start in June but the training letters' story started in January. After getting letter I spoke to all of my friends about DRDO and came to know that it's a defence research organisation and students who have approach can get a seat for training there. I scanned my head and got no one (whom I know) was there hidden in my head who is working in DRDO. I folded the letter and tossed it into my bag where a lot of useless papers were already kept along with the news papers.
Months passed and I got around eight training letters to the names of different big companies naming BHEL, BEL, NTPC, DMRC, NDPL, DTL, DRDO etc. My classmates kept promising me to get my training done into such big companies because their dads or some relatives were there but no one accepted my letter except one, Gyan. In the meantime first internal examinations went and a month later, second internals also got over.
Well, the speed of the time machine is moving faster so the internal practical papers came that would be followed by the external papers. My classmates have started getting confirmation letters from the big names but no such letter reached to me yet.
The first and last approach that I was unaware of was Tanya (my sweetheart friend), who had asked me to mail my resume to her email id along with  a letter to BEL (Bharat Electronics, a big name again!). I made my resume the same day with an hour and mailed it to her the same evening. I was very happy and threw a small soft drink and chawmin treat with my friend, Gyan, who had already got a training confirmation letter from DMRC (delhi metro rail corporation) and his bro failed to get my done there.
Yes, finally I got an approach, after all so a treat was necessary. As I've already discussed that external examinations are about to start so I'm left with the least time for other stuff except books. I've already wasted my important time in making so many files that are useless and going to add to the height of the heaps in the store room of my college so time is not letting me waste it any more.

[few days later]

'my training is done in BEL and that of your, Sakshi and Savvy aren't. I'm sorry,' the message came in my phone and my brain got choked for a while.   More messages came explaining the reasons for not getting it done there came but all of them seemed useless to me except the first one.
Yes, Tanya's dad was able to get the training done in BEL for his kid only and not for me, Sakshi and Savvy. My brain got shocked because I had already dreamt and planned a lot to work and enjoy with her for two full months but the dream got shattered just in seconds. I went online at the same time and started messaging to my classmates, seniors and juniors too to help me in getting my training done anywhere (including big names!).

It was the power Electronics practical viva gong on so my classmates were revising and getting prepared for viva. Unlike them I was standing among them (without books!) and was thinking and looking towards all of my classmates. I started asking the first guy in the row with the question like :
'Hey, where are you going for training?'  After getting the answer of this question I gunned the second question down without delay.
'Meri bhi lagwade please :(,'
'Dude, you are already late and my dad tried really very hard to get my and his training done in Airport Authority,' One Mohit said pointing his index finger towards Varun. I looked at Varun, who gave me a smile in return that I didn't like, really. After inquiring more guys, I reached to the whose dad has maximum approaches to the big companies.
'Hey, how are you?' I asked.
'I'm fine,' he answered after scanning my face nicely.
'Where are you going for training?' I asked the next question that I wanted to ask before asking him about his well beings.
'NTPC,' he answered looking into his book.
'Can you try for me there please?' I uttered.
'Time has gone. You are late and NTPC manager is a far relative of my dad so I tried for myself and Ranaji only and he is also going with me there. Ranaji started smiling looking into his Power electronics file, who was sitting next the Nikhil.
'Bro, please try for me too. Talk to your dad once. I don't have any approach,' I said pretending, as if my face expression was full of sorrow, grieves and sadness.
'Wow,' Ranaji interrupted.
'Stud, you never let any chance go to tease him and making out his fun and now you are seeking help from him,' Ranaji said laughing.
'Ranaji, please stop it,' I said stopping my laugh that was about to burst out. I controlled my laugh, anyhow and maintained my sad expression but that failed to work there. After few more minutes of the conversation with them it was confirmed that Nikhil was not going to help me. I've made his fun many times, after all.
I spoke to the worst guy and girl of my class but failed to convince them that I really need help. They all thought I was disturbing their studies and making out their fun.
Yes, I smiled at times because after listening to their kiddish and senseless reasons no one could have stopped laughing there.
'Saala sabse maje le raha hai,' one of my stud friends said adjusting his specs, who was standing away from me dipping his eyes and brain into his file but ears towards my conversations. But the fact is that I really needed a help.
Well, the news of my training not done in BEL haunted a person more than me. She became restless and started making calls. She started giving me the details of NDPL and some more companies where training can be get done easily. She asked me to go there as soon as possible. She was more worried than me for my training, I don't know why.
Getting horrified by the news that in NDPL only NDPL's staff kids training would be done from this year she asked me to meet the HOD of EEE department of her college, who also has big approaches.
Yes, I'm talking about Tanya (my sweetheart friend). Following her instructions, I reached her college the same days she called me there. I reached near her DSP lab, as she was about to give her practical viva there. Well, I'm more familiar with the labs, classes and library of her college than mine. If you ask me the address of the DSP lab in my college, I would feel sorry to say you that I don't know where is it! My maximum time get spent in her college and my attendance is more in her college canteen and library rather than mine. Most of her classmates know me so they were staring at me when the best girl of their college walked out of lab to meet me. She marched me to the cabin of EEE's HOD on the 2nd floor but he was not there. After searching scanning each and every class and labs, we saw mr. HOD in a control engineering lab where he was taking viva of 2nd year students. We were standing outside the control lab waiting for the HOD to come out.
'Keep it buttoned,' Tanya said to me slipping the sleeves of my shirt down that were hanging above my elbows.
'What are you doing?' I uttered.
You should look like a professional,' she answered buttoning the uppermost button of my shirt that packed my neck.
'It's already hot and you are packing me like this. I'll die of this scorching heat for sure,' I said adjusting the collar of my shirt.
'Shut up, go the way I'm suggesting otherwise forget internship at good place,' she said giving a sharp look. After adjusting my hair that was falling on my forehead, she started giving me tips like 'how to talk to the HOD in a good manner (without using rough language), as if I always use rough language when I talk to such people.



[to be cont....
the scene changed when mr. HOD, an old man came out and asked me that he had seen me before....and he recognized that I was the same guy, who was caught watching bad video with a girl of his college in her classroom, few months ago.]

Dhoni Went Bald So Are Few More ( & going to be !!)

India have won the cricket world cup that remained dream for 28 years ( and before 1983 too!). Coming straight to the point without wasting my time ( & yours, of course), Dhoni the Indian skipper went bald getting his head shaved. He disclosed the secret of getting bald after winning the dream cup. He had 'promised to God' that he would go bald if India win the world cup.
Inspired by him many youngsters (may be his fans only!) are going bald by getting theirs heads shaved these days. Last Sunday I was looking for some nice pics in Delhi Times, I started with the page three and reached to the front page flipping pages and checking out the second last page. Finally I got a good news.
The news was like 'While Pantaloons Femina Miss India International 2011 Ankita Shoray is busy in posing for the photographs, in Delhi, her bro Aman Shoray doesn't want to pose for a single one. Taking inspiration from Dhoni, he'd promised to God that he'd go bald if his sister won the pageant and he has done it.
Yes, Ankita, the Delhite girl has won the crown of Pantaloons Femina Miss India International 2011.
Few cool dudes of my college are also going bald after getting their results 'all clear'. Well, Dhoni and Aman Shoray had disclosed their secrets but my college mates still want their secret of head shaving to remain secrets.

[ A similar story of a kid (true and real, of course!) ]

6 years ago there was a kid in a village. Like other kids he used to go to school for studying, of course. It's better to call him a teenager as he had entered to class 10th. His name was Chandu.  He was the most notorious kid of his school. He was a law breaking kid, so was habitual to get entertained the varieties of punishments in return. Most of his class mates never dared to utter even a single word in front of him. He was always involved in fighting with his school mates, outsiders and sometimes with teachers too! He had a best friend too! Unlike him, his best friend Nandu was very serious kinda teenager. His dad was always after him and his studies. He always used to thrash his kid like hell because he was getting tired of being called in his kid's school every second week.
Getting fu*ked up by such of his frustrating and irritating state he was thinking deeply lying in his bed. He was thinking about his studies for the first time in his life. After some time, he got out of his bed and closed the door of his room looking here and there whether any one is looking towards his room or not. He failed to unlock the door, as the lock was broken from inside. He came closer to of one the walls of his room shutting the door tightly. He started looking towards the wall focusing his eyes on the two big photos that were hanging on the wall. Yes, the two photos were of big and huge Hanumanji and Balaji. He then joined his palms closing eyes (opening one or both for few microseconds to check whether anyone was looking at him).

"God, I'm going to work really very hard. I'm studying whole night in front of both of you. I know you're keeping your eyes on me when whole world is sleeping and I'm studying even after midnight. Please help me in getting 95% marks in 10th class board examination. Nothing is hidden from you. You know about my school, the worst that keeps me punishing all the time. I want to score 95% marks and slap this mark sheet on the face of my school's principal and that bastard, Rajiv Sir, the discipline in charge, who thrashes my palms, hands, legs, ass and whole body whenever he catches me for my faults. I want to show that bitch, head girl of my class who never fails to write my name at the top on black board in the list of class disturbing elements. I'll never tease girls and would try treat all of them as my sisters except one, Anamika, whom I love the most. I love you god. Please help me, please help me. I promise you, I'd come to your place Tirupati Balaji and get my head shaved there. Please help me." Chandu prayed (and abused few people too!) was over now. He opened his eyes moving his eyes checking everywhere and got no was there except him in the room. He then touched the feet of gods (in pics, of course!). He turned back to return to his study table.
'What the f**k,' he uttered.
'When did you come here?' he asked. Yes, his dad was standing behind his wicked kid listening to his prayer.
'I've heard everything and don't use bad language in front of me, at least,' his dad said taking seat on the bed that was standing next to the study table.
'You are working really very hard. I can see you studying whole night when we all sleep. You can score as much as you want.' convinced his dad. His dad continued with his boring motivational and moral lessons.

[After few months]

After waiting for few month the result was about to be announced. Chandu, the kid turning to be a guy woke up early in the morning. He took shower and then bowed down his head to lords' pics that were hanging on the wall of his study room. He left his place touching feet of the god. He reached a nearby cyber cafe.
'Bhaiya, when are you going to open it?' he asked the cafe guy as he was waiting for him standing in front of the cyber cafe.
'Hey, kid, what happened to you?' the cafe guy asked.
'You've come so early to watch bad things,' he continued.
'What bad things?' Chandu asked surprisingly.
'Don't fool me, you kids come here to watch bad things only everyday,' the cafe guy said unlocking a big lock hanging on the big shutter of his cafe.
'Nope, I've to check my result,' Chandu said helping the cafe guy in rising the heavy shutter up.
Both entered into the cafe. The cafe guy switched the lights and fan on.
'What's your roll number?' the cafe guy asked opening CBSE site.


[to be cont....]

The Crow, The Frog & The Well

Chapter : 2

The crow started asking her to roam  with him as the well seemed boring place to meet daily. After million of requests the lady frog said ‘yes’. But the problem was that she didn’t have feathers so she couldn’t fly like the crow.
After discussing the same thing for some days, the crow's brain clicked and asked the lady frog to sit on his back as he could handle her weight.
'But........,' the lady frog started.
'No if, no but.' Let me weigh you,' the crow said hanging her in the air holding her hands.
'Ohhh....,' the crow uttered.
'What happened?' the frog asked.
'Nothing, you are as light at feather,' the crow said smiling.
'Don't lie, I've become a little bit fatter.' The lady frog smiled looking towards her each part of her body scanning the fats hanging around her belly and other body parts, as if crow was lying about her weight.
Yes, the dude crow lied. He was cool and expert in lying, so he made her believe that her figure was zero size, beautiful and light of course. On the other hand they had become best friends so no one of them could refuse to each other's request.
The lady frog jumped smiling on the back of the crow and the crow was all set to fly opening his feathers vibrating them frequently.
'Enjoy the ride, Honey,' the voice reached the lady frog's ear and she started looking downwards as the crow was about to take off. She saw a young lady frog, who was one of the frogs that were staring continuously at the lady frog and the crow, as if both of them were going to do the world's worst thing by flying in the air. The old crows, who never forgot to raise their eyebrows were also standing and watching the lady frog and her best friend.

'Love you, bye,' she said to the single well wisher (the another young lady frog!) waving her hand  sitting on the back of the crow, who had already started his flight taking off the boundary wall of the well. The lady frog started looking here and there sitting there on the natural plane. she started looking downward bending her head down but pulled it back as most of the things (on the earth, of course!) were looking very small and tiny. Her place and the frogs of her community were no more visible now. She had never seen the fields, villages, towns, rivers, lakes, trees with so many jumping monkeys and mountains before. She was feeling amazing.  Up in the sky, she was feeling very free. There were no old frogs to raise their black turned into white eyebrows. There were no lady frogs who always wanted to throw her down off the head lady position. She was simply very happy there.

'Hey, how are you feeling ?' the crow asked the lady frog bending his head back moving his eye balls to see his best friend.
'Are you duffer?' she shouted forcing his head pushing it forwards.
'You would kill me for sure,' she continued.
'Okay, I won't turn back,' the crow said taking a sharp turn accelerating his feathers pacing his speed to maximum.
'What the f*@k is this,' the lady crow shouted grabbing the crow's back tightly when he was taking sharp turns to enjoy his feathers. (Might be he would have been trying to impress the lady frog by showing his flights!) After enjoying some fun with his feathers, he rested his feathers and came down to a mountain top and asked the lady frog to get down off his back.
'Nope, I'm not. I wanna fly more,' she said holding his back and feathers' root tightly.
'But,' the crow started.
'What but? You've told no, 'no but, no if in friendship. Start flying,' she ordered  banging his head quickly. The crow started the flight spreading his feathers again off the mountain.

The lady frog was heavy enough so the crow wanted to take rest haulting his flight for some time, but the lady frog was enjoying the most adventurous and wonderful ride and wanted to continue it happily so he could not refuse her. After all they were the best friends.
'Hey, look at the lake,' the lady fog said pointing his index finger towards a lake in the middle of the wheat fields. Well, the crow was showing everything on the earth and above it to the lady frog but now scene was seeming to be changed! The crow stopped moving his feathers up and down, to and fro taking a turn heading downward towards the earth keeping his feathers opened and calm.
'You might be hungry and thirsty,' she asked the crow.
'Yup, I'm dying to have something as mouses in my stomach are jumping recklessly, as your heavy weight and my extra flight made me burn my all calories in this ride.
'Shut up, I'm not heavy, huh,' the lady frog said jumping into the lake opening her hands and legs and started swimming in the cold water in the sunny weather. The crow looked at her and smiled thinking 'she is happier now'. He started looking for some food walking entering into the wheat field.

After gathering some food from the lake and the field, they were about to start their lunch together (for the first time, of course!) on the half wet bank of the lake under nice shining sun.
'Hey, look at them,' some unknown voices started entering into their ears as they took the first byte of their lunch.
Yes, some frogs and fishes were noticing their moves standing still in the lake water near its bank.
'Hey, come on guys,' the crow called them to join the lunch.
'Nope, you'll eat me up,' one small fish said looking at them and the food leaking her lips with her tongue.
'Nope, I won't,' the crow said sipping the colorful drink.
'Don't talk to him. He is an extra black crow. He seems to be very clever and rude to me. No need to go near him,' One lady fish said holding the hand of the smallest fish tightly as the small fish was gazing at the food continuously.


[to be cont....]