Pakistan - India Cricket Match, A World War?

As an average viewer I was sitting in front of the big LG box that was showing the most wonderful game. Yes, I'm talking about cricket. Before my entry Sehwag (one of my favorites!) had already gone so it seemed less interested for me.
At the same time mouses were running recklessly in my stomach and they were forcing me to ask di for something to have-pre-dinner. But she was watching cricket match, as if the LG box had hypnotized her blocking her ears and fixing her eyes to it. I went into kitchen and looked for something and got some rice, daal, sabzi and achar (everything cold cold because these were made for my lunch but I went to Saket with Tanya so.......)
'India will win,' I said mixing daal with rice.
'How can you say?' Jiju asked me the question avoiding his eye contact with the TV that was flashing ads. I wondered as I saw di was still comfortable with the ads too!.
'I don't know but India will win for sure,' I said having second spoon of the rice daal mixture with the addition of a achar bite with sabzi.
As I went on with my dinner cum lunch, Sachin said bye bye. After finishing my dinner I laid my body on the bed. It really feels awesome to take rest on such a spongy bed as my body was tired enough because we (I & Tanya) kept roaming in Select city walk, Saket and South Ex for the whole day.
'What the hell is he doing?' the voice reached my ears when I was concentrating fixing my eyes on the speedy moving fan thinking about my novel.
'Gambhir has no brain,' Di said.
'No no, it's Yuvraj's falult,' Jiju corrected. The commentry other than TV had started taking place there and it was turning interesting. Gambhir had lost his focus on the ball that was cought by an Aussie fielder and he kept running from non striker end and he escaped from run out, anyhow. I woke up and sat fixing my eyes to that idiot box. The next ball was delivered and Gambhir ran again and this time Aussies didn't leave any room for him and sent him straight to the dressing room (Aussies don't repeat mistakes!).  
'Wow,' I started clapping.
'Are you mad?' Di said to me with the addition of her commentry that contained some abusive words for the Aussies.
'It was a nice run out,' I said and Jiju gave me a very sharp and ugly look, as if I was only responsible for Gambhir's dismissal. JIju is a hardcore cricket fan because he was tensed since morning as he was guessing the result of the match sitting on one of the benches under trees in Japanese park where I was doing my exercises.

Well, India is a country where cricket is no more game. It has become the heart beat of the subcontinent. Right from the 7 to 8 year old kids to the old uncles counting their last breathe lying in their bed are dying for cricket. It's not only covering humans but also economical and political status of our country. Cricket players are no lesser than gods here!. People of our continent play as well as watch this game with the core of their heart. It brings happiness when our country wins and tears when our country loose. Audience of our country (emotional, of course!) enjoy hitting fours and sixes of Indian players only. You will find a pin drop silence when any Indian batsman hits the ball very hard with his technique of batting and a player of the opposition team catches his ball diving few meters from his place. No one claps (except few!) for his excellent catch but the audience (Indian of course) start shouting like mads if that slips off the fielder's hand and crosses boundary line.Crakers are burst and Diwali is celebrated when India wins and attack players at the same time if they loose match.
Cricket has become a bloody game of cash. People earn a lot from Satta bazar. They loose their cash there too. I can still remember the 2nd last world cup in which Bob Woolmer, the Pakistani coach was killed just for fixing etc. Kids in my neighborhood of my place also earn and loose money in small satta etc.

It's a good news for the world cricket as Indian is going to take over Pakistan in Mohali in semifinal match. Many of us started buying crackers to celebrate Diwali on 30th of this March. I wondered when one of my friends has sent me an event request this morning naming " Bharat Bandh" . Tickets are sold in black so no tickets are available for us in 'white' at the counter!. Satta bazar should be on fire as this is going to be the world's most interesting match of this world cup. Right from the jogging in the park in morning to the bed at night cricket gossip is going on.Wherever you go, you will find the cricket gossip.
If you switch on TV and peep to news channels you would be surprised with the cricket news only. I kept changing the news channels yesterday and I didn't find other news than cricket cricket and cricket (India & Pakistan semifinal match). They flash news like "Bharat Pakistan Maha yuddhh", the world war is about to begin etc etc. Aaj tak was showing some pictures of the wars from the Indian history and was adding semifinal match as next world war. You can see the news channels' studios decorated with the pics of the Indian soldiers (from the historical wars!), the old cricket players (all of them are non recognizable except Kapil Paa Jii). Pics of Shahid Afridi and Dhoni were decorated with the military uniform holding big guns on their soldiers. I don't know why we are hyping this game this much.
Look at Mr. Prime minister, Manmohan Singh, who has invited president and prime minister of Pakistan to watch this cricket match. What the hell is going on these days. Is he inviting the Pakistani leaders for some peace talks (that's impossible for this guv!)? Is this semifinal match going to make any bond between these two countries. My answer is NO. If you are a regular reader of the cables of Wikileaks then you can judge this Indian Government so.......

My words for Cricket, anyway :
It's a game..let it be a game...don't make it your religion...don't hype it so much.. enjoy it as a game..!

"India will win this world cup for sure..no one can dare to beat Indian cricket team on the soil of India"
"Go India"
Love you...Sehwag and Yuvi... :)


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Early Holi Resulted Into Fight

We had already decided to enjoy holi on pre-holi day by throwing water balloons. But the plan changed and promoted to throw color using color spray on girls along with balloons. Spray was a better choice because you don't need to carry water or color balloons.
You can see people (specially children) throwing water balloons on the passers by these days. No one wanna play holi with the guys!. The kids ranging from 7 year old to 17 year old or more love to burst water balloons over girls matching their ages respectively. But the kids (or guys!) above 13 year old focus on chest and bottom (b**s) of the girls as the best parts of their bodies to plant water balloons bursting right there.
Well no research work has been done on this nature of the kids (guys!). Scientific researchers of our world have a lot of time to spend on the researches of useless stuff that you can see in the Times of India. Few throw water with the water guns or water balloons standing in their balcony. You can see the kids flying scooties after girls to enjoy holi by throwing water balloons over girls.
The holi game is very simple. There are two kids (three sometime!). One is driving scooty and the other sits with water balloons in his hands behind him. The driver drive speedly looking for the girls and apply brakes suddenly moving scooty closer to the girls and at the same time the sitting kid bursts water balloons on the girls' best part and he maintains the force and velocity of the balloons so that the balloons have to burst right there on the aimed part pouring water over the best parts.
I'm afraid when I walk across my street because the kids below 7 years love to wet girls, guys, uncles, aunties, beggars, cars, plants (living and non loving both!) because the water thrown can enter into my mobile and choke its working so I hide my phone my pocket nicely.

 Well, we filled more than 20 balloons with water from the tap in my balcony and loaded a dustbin plastic bag (black one) with them so that we could hide them from the vision of the girls (No one wanna play holi with the guys so were we!).We both loaded our asses on my bike.
'Don't waste balloons on the girls in my street,' I warned Gyan shifting gear from neutral to 1st.
'Ohh shittt,' the words came out of my mouth when something hit my forehead and water started pouring over my face. I wiped water off my face with the sleeve of my t-shirt looking for the kid who threw the balloon right on my head aiming it so nicely.
'Bitch,' Gyan uttered looking towards a girl who was glancing a lot standing in her balcony. She was smiling, screaming  and jumping as if she had got the autograph of Johney Depp.
We started our holi work matching our nervous system like kids. I was applying brakes whenever I saw a girl or group of girls and Gyan continued doing his work so nicely that not even a single balloon went off the target. The girls responded (or welcomed balloons!) with the words like dogs, assholes, dick heads, son of a bitch etc.
The balloon work was over and now it was the turn of the color spray work.
'Hey, look there, look at that blondes,' Gyan screamed pointing towards two girls walking near Titiksha Public School. I saw them and my right hand got turned accelerating my bike in the 4th stroke.
'Ouchhh ,' the voice reached my ears when Gyan sprayed their faces with red color. I could see everything in the looking glass driving safely.
Gyan pointed a senior girl of our college behind G3S and we repeated the same job with her too and we heard few abusive words in return. The spray work continued but it got a break when Gyan painted a long haired girl's face spraying color nicely her face and front body parts.
'Ruk Mad*rch*d,' the voice reached my ears and I saw he was a long haired guy not a girl then I accelerated bike.
'Wait, let me see. Who the hell is he,' Gyan said and I took U-turn to face that long haired  guy.

[the whole scene changed when Gyan, having bouncers' like body and arms punched long haired guy's face painting it with red blood when the guy abused Gyan a lot. We ran away when he called police! ]

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When I Met My Ex.......Ohhh Really !

After many requests from my good relatives I decided to visit them in South Delhi. So I boarded metro from Rithala and got down at INA metro station and then boarded bus number 500 for South Extention.

'Oye,' the surprised word came out my mouth when I saw a girl standing near Levi's square mall in South ex part-1.
'Hey, hi. Finally I saw you,' she uttered smiling.
She was my good friend when i used to stay here. She was looking fantabulous in her skiny faded jeans, a blue half shirt with extra large pair of sunglasses.
'Ohh shut up. I usually visit here,' I said.
'But you never visited my place, you dog,' she started with her such a nice welcome words.
'So what are you doing here?' I asked.
'Waiting for my boyfriend,' she said.
'Wow, you have a boyfriend now,'
'Congrats, I've to leave now,' I said.
'Shut up, you are not going now. We are gonna chitchat for some time,' she said taking her mobile phone out of her hand bag.
Yes, I met Priya, my good friend (by mistake!).
'But your boyfriend,' I uttered.
'Ssshhhhh....,' she said keeping her right index finger on her lips making a call clicking keys of her phone in her left hand.
'Baby, my mom has given me an important work so I've to leave for it. I'm in hurry. Love you.....mmmuuuuaaahhhh, bye,' she said disconnecting the call and I kept standing there keeping my mouth shut looking at her.
'You have a baby now. You didn't inform me about your pregnancy. Now a baby. Congrats,' I continued.
'Shut up,' she said.
'I love him and he is junior to me so I call him my baby,' she corrected clearing my misunderstanding!.
'Let's go to Mcdonald,' she suggested pointing her index finger towards this useless McD.

We ordered French fries and two medium cokes at the counter and took seats collecting bill.
'So how are you girlfriend?' the conversation started like this (expected!).
'Who?' I asked taking seat on the front chair facing her.
'Tanya,' she said.
'She is not my girlfriend,' I said sipping coke (cold!).
'Ohh, I'm sorry. She is your ma'am, after all she teaches you,' she had started using her brains (wicked one!).
'I'm a regular reader of your blog and now you've started earning from the ads on your blog page,' she continued biting french fries.
'Do my blogs say Tanya is my girlfriend?' I asked.
'Nope, but....
'But it seems you both love each other the most,' she said.

'You tell about your baby, small baby?' I changed topic.
'He is not my baby and stop making my fun, he is my good fiend, not my boyfriend (really?).
'And for you kind information my status is "single" on facebook,' she continued.
'We are dating. we do everything but we are not committed,' she said.
'What do you think about commitment?' I asked.

She started roasting with the following story (of course her own story!).
Commitment binds you. You start thinking a lot about your buddy. The freedom reduces. I can do anything with my guy. 'You can sleep too with him,' I wanted to say but I didn't. I've experienced a lot from my relationships. I loved you madly but you never cared. You kept saying 'I don't love you...I don't love you' but smooched me whenever you got chance, you ass, real one.
I'm doing the same thing with the guys now. I've learnt a lot form you. I'm still missing your kisses (despite knowing you are a bad and dirty kisser). He in new one. He is the cutest junior I've ever seen so I felt for him so did he.

I finished whole fries and my coke nodding to her each and every words. But it feels awesome when you meet your Ex (friend or girlfriend!).



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I'll Always Miss You So You All Would !

I hardly go to college and people know it there. Today I went as our stud friends had decided to attend all the lectures including lab (useless lab?). Our car arrived late so we entered the first lecture late. Something something happend in the car on the way that proved Khurana still loves Mini (the sexiest girl of my college!), who thinks Khurana is a small kid (puppy) in front of her.
The PS2 lecturer called us waving his hands when we were running away bunking his lecture. Bunking his lecture costs nothing because he doesn't carry attendance register and says that he would mark everybody's attendance.
But it's quite hard to run away from a lecturer's eyes when he/she catches you bunking his/her lectures. I could have run away (am I daring enough?) but I entered class showing him that I've respect for him becuase we (I & lecturer) already had arguments in his first lecture when he was scaring my classmates.
He started asking questions from the topics that he tought in his last lecture and guys were unable to give answers. The low scoring guys were made to stand up first then the studious ones were. Most of the guys and girls were standing, few had attempted but failed to give satisfactory answer.
Unluckily I was one of the first category guys and stood up saying 'pass', as if I had already decided to stand up and utter the beautiful word 'pass'. I din't even hear the question properly as I was replying Tanya's message.
The lecturer started giving his philosophy (his daily work...thank god it was my first lecture after paper!). As soon as he started flashing his words, the guys and girls in the first two rows (standing and non standing too!) started listening to his words as if he was going to give the special mantra to clear the external exam.
I wondered when I noticed two studious masterminds (Savlani and Monica) were standing in the first row, then I realised the asked question was very tough. I felt jaleous when I saw Pawan & Verma were sitting. The guys in the middle two rows also followed the guys in the first two rows (except few!). The guys in the last two rows (unfortunately all were standing!) started gossiping. Few fo them had already started making fun of each other smiling hiding their faces from the lecturer. Few used nice abuses (some new invented abuses!) for the lecturer as he made them standing and disturbed them from chitchatting, eating lunches, watching porns and scanning and discussing girls' cleavages.
'I would give 25/25 in the internals if any of you come and say something about comparator,' the voice reached my ears. We all started looking at each other's face and the lecturer continued with his philosophy (useless!). After listening some new and nice abusive words for the lecturer from my rowmates, I raised my hands to explain the comparator. He called me to the lecutre platform and I joined him there.

[after break]

Well, it was the time fo PE lab now and the guys became lazier and started walking slowly towards lab. We all entered lab very late and the proctor started with the strange words like thyristor, inverter, converter etc. Most of us were looking towards the proctor but I was comfortable with the novel sitting on the backmost stool hiding my face in the dark. After an hour half of the lab was over and our super stud (Savlani of course!) starts with his F words, abusive and dirty words. The lab atmosphere started changing, the guys started shifting thier stools closer to Savlani circling him and the girls started shifting their stools away from Savlani. I closed novel and tossed it into my bag and joined the group. Verma was comfortable with the shoulders of Khurana and big and huge Dhiren as his pillows. He always sleeps whenever he gets such nice time.

The next day was unbelievable when Savlani's phone's screen got broken and it became a mistry when four guys were suspected to be the responsible for it. But the fifth guy was responsible for it and only two guys knew it. Interestingly one of the two guys was not there when blame game was oing on....

Here are some pics that I captured that day.....

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Much Awaited Red Light In Delhi !!

Accidents are very common here as it's a T point of the main road. The road is very busy so I drive slowly at this point. The road (T-point) links Rithala metro station, Rohini sector-11,16,17,9......, Prashant vihar, DCE, Bawana, BPIT (one of the best colleges of IPU!), G3S cinemas, outer ring road and other sectors of Rohini.
It's the nature of human being (not only in Delhi!) they become a little bit faster at the red lights or any turns or any such T or cross points. You can notice at the red light, how people are eager to break the rules if thullas are not standing right there. I wonder when I stand at this T point keeping my right feet over the brake pressing cluth and front brake looking for the road to be empty so that I can cross safely.
I've seen a lots of accidents here on this T point because no one likes to apply brakes as if applying brakes would cost them. There is no red light here and traffic police can hardly be seen here. Shame to the MP and MLA of this area who won election from this constituency promising the davelopment and safety (including the red light at this T point) of the poeple here.I don't know why the road related authoties don't care about this busy part of the capital city.
'Hey look there,' I said parking my bike at the G3S parking.
'What, where?' he asked me, as if I was asking to stare at the cleavage of the girl who was standing outside the boxoffice counter.
'There,' I said shifting his eyes' focus from the girl to the red light (of course the new one!).
'What's special in it?' he asked.
'You ass, it's new, it will save a lot of lives now,' I said crossing the road walking towards the chinese van that provides varieties of chawmins, momos, chicken stuffs....and all the food known to chinese and north east Indians.
Yes, we like to have new stuff daily here exploring something good in this Chinese van.
'What are you doing, you ass?' I said pulling Gyan's left hand stopping him forcibly.
'You blind, can't you see that that car,' I said pointing towards a speedy coming car. I'm a little bit sensitive when I cross the road specially the T points and cross points where we don't have any red light.
They have rooted red light here, poeple are following it, so we should follow and should wait till the light changes from green to red. The red light after half a minute and we crossed the road (following the traffic rules! :) ).
'a nw rd lyt s plcd nr ur clg :),' I flashed this message in shortest form to Tanya after flashing a order for Singapuri chawmin. 

When I Met a Restless Abhi !!

He was looking restless. He said 'hi' and ran towards staircase. WE (I and Tanya) were walking towards lift and went to get my metro card recharged at the counter.
'Hey, look, he is there,' I said her.
We started looking towards him. He was looking restless. He threw his bag into the scanning and ran to its opposite side.. After collecting bag, he pushed two girls who were about to enter the entrance and one uncle who was adjusting his specs standing near the entrance. He did so just to clear entrance for him so that he could enter the platform. I don't know why was he mad about entering platform but it was quite fun to see him so we were standing near the customer care counter.
It's quite interesting to note the movement of people especially at the metro station and inside the metro because we all become a little bit faster here and a variety of persons travel by metro at a time. Well, let me come to the point. After pushing three persons at a time, he vanished.
'Hey, what happened?' I asked from behind when a metro was approaching the Rithala metro station.
'Buddy, she is angry,' he replied entering metro. Yes, his girlfriend was angry but he was in hurry as if he was........
'Why?' I asked.
He started narrating the whole story like why is she angry with him....what had actually happened....etc. Each and every word that was coming out of his mouth was showing how much he loves his girlfriend (Bandi, in Delhite language!). But one thing I noticed that he wanted to show us that he is not caring whether she stays with him or not.
This is quite real in today's love stories (may be true!). Guys and girls want to show that they are avoiding each other just by not messaging or not calling their buddies......
Well, he threatened me not to write anything about him and his girlfriend when I told him that I'm going to write about his restlessness. But my pen forced me to write so the story (not full!) is here.

When He Kept The Gun Into My Stomach..!!

Yesterday I saw a lady who was shouting sitting on a rikshaw. The rikshaw was coming towards me when I was about to start my bike sitting on it near my di's place. people had started coming out their houses (especially the ground floor people!). I saw few were hanging half of their bodies from the first, second and the third floor to see what was going on.
Lady was shouting like 'koi bike wale ko pakado...bike wala chor hai'. Yes, the lady got looted off her neck chain and hand bag. And she was seeking help as her rikshaw puller was pulling the rikshaw with his maximum efficiency but there is a great difference between the speed of a fast moving bike and that of a rikshaw.
People on the first or second floor love to watch such views with the great interests whether it's a wedding barat or such a looting views. So they all were watching this show and I do run from my room to balcony to enjoy such views.  I saw the lady clearly when her rikshaw approached me. She was an extra fat lady (this was the reason that the speed of the rikshaw was slower?) in a blue suit with black dupatta. she looked towards me expecting that I could fly my bike behind the those bike looters.
I wanted to fly my bike after them but they were flying their bike with a great difference. The neighbor of my di is a police inspector whose dad was watching this show standing near my bike.
I helped an old man a year ago and I decided not to help any one even in my dream. I can still remember the evening when I helped a helpless uncle who was seeking a lift and no one was offering him a lift. I saw him  and took U-turn and asked uncle to sit on my bike. He sat and said I've to go to main road as I'm new here in sector-11.
'Uncle, here is your main road...get a rtv for metro station right from there,' I said to the uncle.
'I've to go to metro station,' he said.
'I can't drop you there, I neither have halmet nor license,' I said.
After a short argument he pushed something hard into my stomach.


[I had to drop that uncle to metro station as the hard stuff that he pushed into my tummy was a gun....This might be the reason I didn't help that lady!]

My Laptop & My Novel...

It's quite tough for me to live without my laptop as its hard disc got crashed (don't know why!) so it has become just a small rectangular box for me.
Well, I came to know the importance of writing on papers for my novel because.......