Smell of The Burning Milk

Unlike every morning I skipped jogging,
the reason is very simple.
My papers are about to begin,
So I need to study and I'm doing it.


After finishing my shower,
Jumped to study table to flip the book's cover.
But I started texting with my girlfriend,
(I've a girlfriend too!)


After texting for some time,
She asked me to call her,
But we started fighting after some time,
I didn't want to talk for long, 
As my phone balance was about to sing a song.


I was already getting roasted with the words like data, chips, ICs and all,
I looked out of window thanking her for disconnecting the call.
Switching fan off I came out of my room,
I could see outside weather bloom.


The sky was clear as the sun was glowing,
I could see the the leaves of the trees moving,
the moving leaves were proving,
the presence of the wind blowing.


But the clouds had started crossing the nearby mall,
I could see a small kid plying with a tennis ball.
The chirping of the birds were audible,
A walking cow looking for some food was visible.


The street road was calm and peaceful,
I started feeling the atmosphere cheerful.
I wanted to stand in balcony for long,
But something went wrong.


The smell of the burning milk forced me to get in,
I wanted to switch the gas off to set the milk in,
But I didn't do.


The smell was sweet and awesome,
It was reminding for some special one,
and the childhood days in my village,
To me later, that seemed like a cage.


Where my mom used to boil milk for long,
As my cows used to give light and thin milk,
I loved "that" smell of the burning milk,
I love the smell of the burning milk.
I love the smell of the burning milk.

A New Chemistry of A Stud (or nerd!) !

Unlike everyday I took my seat on the first bench. The first bench remains empty when there is a boring lecture. Unfortunately all the lectures seem boring to me these days. It was quite hard for me to concentrate over the lecture so I started checking out some nice cheeks in my class. Well, I was sitting in the first row on the corner seat so that I could revolve ma eyes rounding benches searching some nice stuff.
'Ohh...she is looking damn cute today,' I said to myself.
Her glowing eyes were awesome and that got contacted with mine but my eye contact got broken when the lecturer started hitting duster on my desk standing in front of me. I don't know why the whole class start laughing at me when I'm caught not focusing on the blackboard. She also laughed!
This was the first time I felt so good in my class, I don't know why. The lecturer climbed lecture platform and I shifted my seat to back bench that was perfect to hide my face from the eyes of the lecturer.
I started looking at her as I was able to hide my face from the rude and arrogant old man who was shouting with the words like thyristors, diodes, source voltages, output current etc. The words seemed strange to me so I focussed on the nice cheek that attracted my eyes for the first time since my first year.
'Is she looking at me?' I asked myself when she looked towards me for few seconds.
She was looking awesomely beautiful. Her falling long pressed hair on her neck and back was adding a lot to her beauty. Her eyeliner was at the apex increasing the beauty of her big eyes. The yellow t-shirt was perfectly fitting to her curvecous figure with a fabulous match of faded blue skiny jeans. I saw her everything including (including the best part of body that was not clearly visible from behind!).
The second lecturer arrived just after the first left my class. I welcomed my friends meanwhile shaking hands with the exchange of some nice abusive (abusive language is mandatory in my group!) welcome words.
She had started chitchatting with a girl and a guy who were sitting next to her. It became difficult when a huge and big guy came and sat on the bench that was in between I and her. I had to change my seat as I wanted to continue scanning her interest in my eyes.
I've always died for a girl (my friends call her slut!) but  she has been loving another guy who was my (our!) senior. I've been loving her since my school days and entered this college only for her but the things changed when my friends started calling her slut only for the reason she is an open kind of girl.
Well, her figure (my ex-love by now!) started getting erased and replaced by this new charming classmate's picture.
It was not only me who made eye contacts with her eyes but few of the assholes's eagle eyes were gaining more interest in my new chemistry. Yes, I'm talking about my stud friends who were following me continuously. I came to know it when they started making fun of mine.
She gave a flash of her eyes at the starting of the first break when I was standing with my friends outside the washroom. Each of my moment was filled by the comments on my new chemistry by my friends and it continued in the canteen too but they stopped when she came to closer to our.
'What the hell is this, did she hear what my friends are discussing?' I thought looking at her.
'Hey, Verma, can you take a pic of us?' She asked interrupting our discussion.


[to be cont.....with some nice stuff that took place when Verma accepted her request to take their pic.]

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.......

Comparing My Friends With The Friends ( in "3 Idiots" movie)...!

It’s quite bad to see your friend in trouble. We don’t want to be caught in distress especially when it comes to the management of the institution where we have to abide its rules and regulations (related to our carrier!). If any of one (like me!) tries to break the rules are really kicked his/her ass very hard by the management. I knew it since I was a small kid, but I like freedom so I always dared to follow my own principles. So my parents loved me lesser than my sis because she was a disciplined girl and I wasn’t and they were used to be called to my school every week.

Well, let me come to the point. One of our stud friends from my group is caught in UFM (Unfair Means!) in the major paper. So our HOD called his name and roll number and announced that he is caught in UFM as the call from university said him.

I felt quite strange when he was announcing his name and roll number (with a tag of UFM) because the guys and girls in my class started laughing despite knowing that it wasn’t a joke. Even stud friends of my group didn’t feel any bad for him but were showing their teeth (white?) as others were doing. It’s the custom of our group that they laugh at the guy who is caught in any unfair means in college or university.

He was Verma, Saurav Verma (En no - 088). I tried to ask him what type of mistake did he do in paper because his seat was in the first column and mine was in third column in the same hall and any one from my hall was not caught with farree. He ran to the HOD who was taking class and asked the reason.

‘Sir, what happened?’ Verma asked the HOD.

‘Beta, you are caught in unfair means and you have leave for university now,’ said the HOD and my classmates repeated their laugh (that seemed ugly to me!).

‘What did you do?’ I asked Verma when he was coming from the HOD’s room (during break). Verma started giving description and we found it was not his fault.

‘I’ve to go to university now,’ he said making a call (to whom?).

‘When are you going?’ I asked.

‘He has to leave now,’ the HOD said from behind when we (my stud friends) were making fun of Verma standing near the washroom.

‘I’ve called Varun, I’ll go with him by his bike,’ Verma said whose face was showing that he was very sad (first time in his 3 years of engineering life!). He is a cool guy ( is this the reason..he is in our group?), he never got such stress, he hardly care for books, papers, anything (even his dress!). He is a rich guy but he doesn’t have time even to buy a nice belt for his jeans, so he wears his school belt for his jeans. So his jeans love to slip down his waist. He has started wearing shirt without any jacket in such a cold weather (may be…he is felling hot hot!).  He brings 100 bucks per day and spends it right in the morning in canteen on us (because he can’t eat alone). He is the guy who buys book just one day before the external exam (is he talented enough to cover whole syllabus in a day?).  He is very different from average guy (especially our college mates).

‘Why are you calling Varun? We will come with you,’ I said looking towards Savlani and Pawan.

‘Pawan has his car here, let’s go,’ I said to Pawan.

‘I’ve to attend lecture, I’m missing all lectures since 27^th of January,’ Pawan said adjusting his shirt's sleeve.

‘I’m dying for lab, I can’t go,’ Savlani said. Both of them started piling the heap of such useless stuff and Verma was getting restless and of course nervous.

After convincing for more than half an hour, both of them became ready to come with Verma.

‘You wanted to go home that’s why forced us to come out,’ Savlani said to me taking front seat.

‘Dude, you have to pay for the petrol,’ Pawan said to Verma adjusting side mirror.

‘I’ll pay you,’ Verma said. Our car took left turn and we were on highway now.

‘Let me drive,’ Savlani this sixth time.

‘Nope, I know better driving,’ Pawan said.

‘Let him drive,’ I said from behind supporting Savlani.

Yes, he is a stud driver when he gets cars other than his own swift. He loves drifts but cares when he drives his own car.

[to be cont.......with some nice stuff....that happened in university campus....after all studs visited there !]

Dil To Bacha Hai Jee @ 80s/90s..??

We reached before time as we always do and looked for our seats. The folding and unfolding of the hard papers were going on. The cracking of the popcorn under teeth were also coming out from everywhere in the sound proof atmo. Few guys and girls (couples!) were passing our seats as we were sitting at the first and second seat.

Yes, the atmosphere was perfect (may be romantic) because only couples were present there. Few were holding hands of their partners (may not be sweet heart friends like us!). My arm was not empty as it was occupied by the head of my sweet heart friend sitting next to me as she finds my arms as a warm pillow. She had slept late night and woke up early so was feeling sleepy and chose my warm arm as her pillow and started blinking her eyes under lenses of her specs.

She was looking cuter. Every blink of her eyes was special for me, don’t know why!

She was looking amazing there, her blinking eyes, her hair falling covering her forehead. Every flash of the light coming from the screen was getting reflected by her pink cheeks and shining lips and of course her eyes. She was laying her head over my left arm to sleep but she was not sleeping as her blinking eyes were saying. Her eyes with extra eyeliner, was looking fantabulous. The way she was blinking her eyes made me her fan (I’m already a fan of her beauty!). Her lips were shining a lot today as if she would have applied a special made lip care. I could see her perfect shaped eyebrows that were visible under the falling hair above her half framed specs. She never looked so much dashing (may be…because the atmo was half darker and warmer!). This was not the first time we went for a movie but I was not able to hide my love for her (for her beauty?). My mind was going out of control and her beauty was driving me crazy. I wanted to hug her and plant a huge kiss over her right cheek that was closer to my lips (without any special made lip care!) but…………………

Yes, we were sitting in the movie theatre (Wave, Rajouri) and were watching ads as movie was about to start. The audi was full of audience as movie was Dil to bacha hai ji (directed by Madhur!). And it’s the custom of morning show that only couples are allowed to enter so equal number of guys and girls were sitting there except one Sardarji, who was sitting alone on the seat that was three rows away from me but he was visible to all the couples sitting at the backmost corner seats (back row but not gold or silver!)

‘Movie,’ the sweet and soft voice (I'm always dying to hear it!) reached my ears and my eyes started focusing on the screen that was showing Vicco creams’ ads keeping them away from scanning the audi.

Well, the trailer started and the couples started shifting their places to the correct order (closer to girls!). As the girls started shifting and bending more towards guys and the guys started moving their hands (didn’t see where?). It was dark enough but I could see something there because a girl was sitting next to my right hand side, who was disturbing a lot. She was adjusting her pose at an interval of a minute as if the guy was teasing her or she was teasing the guy. The couple who were sitting in front seats in the next lower row started removing clothes of each other keeping faces closer (could guess…what were they doing!), as if it was their bed room or they were about to go for shower together. Everything was clearly visible there as the bright light from the screen was throwing flashes over all of us.

‘Hey, look there,’ I said to Tanya.

‘Dirty,’ said Tanya adjusting her pose leaving her warm pillow behind with right hand finger’s touching her chin (hand….. as the supporter between her chin to the hand of chair).

‘Movie,’ said Tanya pressing my left hand focusing towards the screen. I started concentrating on screen but my eyes started fluctuating between screen and the couple that had already started something new that I had seen only on the screen of my laptop.

Suddenly the torch light started flashing towards middle row as few persons (couple again?) were about to be shown their seats and they could not find them easily so torch man was helping them.

‘Whowwwwww,’ the voice started echoing the audi. This time they were not couples who were torched by the torch man.

‘Oh my god, she is also willing to watch this movie,’ the girl who had already removed her cloths uttered covering her half naked body with the coat of the guy.

She was a lady, who was marched by two other ladies that were holding her both hands and one torch man who was also giving support to her (she was heavy enough? No!) so that she could walk properly. Few audiences started moving their heads like me and started focusing towards that lady. Few had already stood up to see her as if she was an alien and she could not be allowed to enter the movie audi. The couple (without clothes-covering their bodies with coats) had stood up leaving their seats to see that lady. The guys and girls started talking about that lady as if they had paid for the tickets to see her only.

‘Let me take her pic,’ I said taking my phone out of my pocket.

‘She is in her sixties,’ the voice reached from my right hand side.

‘How will she watch movie? Her eyes’ sight would have gone till now,’ the other said analyzing her eye sight as an eyes doctor.

‘Nope, she is in her eighties,’

‘Shut up now, she has already crossed her 100^th birth day,’

Whole atmosphere had started discussing her age and her eye sight and I was busy in taking her pic without caring Tanya, who was pulling my hands down and was asking me not to take her pics…….....

[situation changed during interval as the lady started her drama...!!]

Fighting for a single step..!

It's very irritating when any part of your body is not working or failing to work. My right leg has got fractured. So it's harder for me to walk even a single step. But I tried and went to college today anyhow.  I'm fighting to walk right from morning (to toilet seat) to standing near washbasin brushing my teeth before going to bed. My laptop is not with me because of some reasons, is adding some more terrifying stuff to my routine. 
I'm sorry for not posting some new blogs. Hope my readers would understand my problem!.

Problems (may not be!) with the single guys..!

Well, after reading my blogs one of my stud friends called and asked me to meet. No doubt he was getting roasted like me at his place. I welcomed his call and got ready to meet him.
'Hey, hi, lover boy,' the voice reached my ears as I picked the call.


'Hi, what did you do in the last fifteen days?' the question i was asking almost all of my when friends.
'Getting roasted,' he said adding some abusing words. Yes, guys in our group can't talk without abusing each other and even non loving things are abused in my group.
'Same,' i said.
'You liar, I've read your blog, you would have roamed a lot with Tanya,' he said.
'Nope, we are just friends and she can't come out during vacations,' I said.
'Shut up, you ass, your blog says a lot about her and how much she loves you,' he uttered and I asked him to change the topic and decide the place and time to meet. All the studs (all singles!) of my group were invited except super stud who went to Goa.


Pawan was waiting since half an hour because my aunty (land lady) had locked me inside my flat. She uses to lock me inside my flat everyday. Locking a person inside a house (on other floor) insures safety?
After reaching Pitampura where he was waiting for me in his car for the last forty minutes welcomed me with the usual abuses. I said sorry and started describing about my aunty, door, gate and locks but I stopped because it was useless.


'Where are Verma and Khurana?' I asked.
'They would be reaching Ranouri within few minutes,' he answered.
'Where are we going by the way?' i asked.
'Khurana will decide,'
'The ass would decide only one place and that's Bangle sahib,' i said.
'Yeah, probably because whenever we asked him to decide, he chosen only one place all the time, that makes him feel the feeling of Mini Chhopra there,' he said.
'Hehehehe,' we laughed.


We reached Rajouri and parked the car in front of Shopper stop (where we hardly shop) and rushed to Lifestyle mall where Verma and Khurana were waiting. After wasting time for more than half an hour we reached at the conclusion to roam and enjoy some chicken ( without expensive onion) there in Rajouri so we started moving towards the parking area and loaded our asses in the car. Verma sat on the front seat threating me and Khurana not to sit there and that seat is made for him only. I was the last to take my sit because i knew the custom of my group.


'Sir, paise?' the parking guy asked Pawan and he started slowing down the speed.
'Bye bhaiya, next time for sure,' i said waving hand to the parking guy and suggesting Pawan to drive fast so that he couldn't catch us if ran very fast. I don't know why did i ask him to do so because i like poor and has love for them in my heart but we would have been fighting among us for the parking fee. This might be the reason.


'Wow, look at the girl, buddy, she is amazing,' Verma said scanning the passing by girls when our car was moving across the life style mall.
'Girls look better here,' Khurana said.
'Yeah, they come here by making make ups and all so they look beautiful,' Pawan said.
'To make a girl charming, you've to nothing but to get her hair rebounded and put nice clothes on her body,' Pawan continued. Analysis of the real beauty and of course the suggestions for young lady had been started by our three stud friends.


'Only punjaban girls come here, and they look dashing, her pink skin, her fair height, her bulky b**bs, her tight thighs......,' Khurana interrupted with his views. Verma continued scanning the girls and describing the best part of the girls's bodies. I missed the super stud, Savlani there because he analyses the girls best and when he starts giving descriptions about the charming girls (not all girls!) then we all four have no other options except nodding our heads, as if he is the creator of beauty.
'Oh my good, look at her, i need a girl like her,' pawan uttered.
'Leave her, look at that girl,' Verma said.


'Stop, stop, stop,' verma said and the car stopped.
'Don't stop, that parking guy would be running behind us for his parking fee,' i said looking backward checking whether that parking guy was running behind us or not.
'Wow, he is not coming,' i said reliving myself, as if he would have thought only me as responsible to cheat him.
'Look at that girl, Verma started saying running towards the front side of the Lifestyle mall.
'What happened to him?' i asked adjusting my jacket that slip up over my jeans waist after sitting.
'Look there,' Pawan said pointing his index finger towards the Bunjee jumping.


We reached and joined Verma near the left corner of the lifestyle mall where had already arrived and was looking towards the Bunjee jumping getting completely lost in that, as if he would have seen god or some alien type creature there.
Yes, it was not the fault of Verma, it was the fault (may or may not be) of the staffs of Bunjee jumping who had loaded it with a girl in twenties. And it's rare to see the girls of such age getting tied in that.
Verma started scanning her nicely giving description of each and every part of body. He was lost in his job of x-raying the girl and describing her to us, as if we were blinds and have only ears to hear her voice.


'Hey, control yourself, aunty is gazing at you and she may be listening to you,' Khuarna said pointing his eyes towards one anty (standing with a huge uncle). Verma hardly listened to him and continued with his philosophy about the girls and of course about that bunjee jumping girl.

Well, he started from the front part of that girl that was just above her stomach and was coming out due to tying of  the bunjee stuff. He continued expressing his feeling from top to bottom taking some break at the point below her waist. He did orgasm with her right there in front of so many people "orally", few of the standing studs concentrated there ears towards Verma and enjoyed his words giving smiles. Few of the uncles and anuties started shifting their places away from Verma (us, better say!). He sucked her b***s, he leaked her lips, tongues, tummy, thighs, and of course the part below her waist. Most of the girls (may be her friends, i don't know) that were shouting a lot seeing the jumps of that girl had started giving us ugly look after showing their interests( in us!) initially. Finally he finished orgasm! (orally!)




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PARTY, FIGHT & the girls @ fare price....Cont...!!

Our car was crossing another parking area near roadside of the Vasant vihar market showrooms’ area slowly then Nakul asked Ankit to stop the car suddenly pointing his index finger towards a new shining Audi standing on the other side of the road.

‘Wow, nice car, I said looking towards the shining car wishing as if it would be mine for a night at least! Dreaming, as if I got the steering in my hands.

‘Yeah, I know, nice car, huh,’ Nakul uttered looking towards the Audi.

‘Listen to me, I’ll decide the rate, okay!’ Nakul said to Ankit.

‘She seems Indian,’ Ankit said.

‘Yeah, I know, she is for you, drive nearer to her,’ Nakul directed Ankit and I saw Ankit confused over whatever Nakul was saying.

Yes, they were not talking about the shining Audi car but the girl looking like a model in black jacket and blue jeans holding a black handbag was their core of interest. Our car arrived nearer to her and I was sitting quiet looking at her. She was standing near the roadside, as if she was waiting for her car. She was making an expression as if she was the busiest girl in whole Delhi at this hour. She was looking at her wrist watch time and again, as if she was getting late. Her figure was amazing, her open hair were flying adding to her beauty when any of the car was crossing the road in front of her. She was looking like a model and it’s not a big deal to see models here in south Delhi. 

‘May be she would be waiting for a lift, it’s late enough, let us offer a lift and drop at her place, Delhi is no more safe for women these days especially at night,’ I said to Ankit but he was busy in discussing something with Nakul that seemed to be secret.

‘Will you keep your mouth shut?’ Nakul asked me showing his eyes, as if I committed a big mistake by asking them to drop her to her home. After all she was young and beautiful and there was not any loss in helping such a fabulous girl.

After few minutes Ankit started moving the car nearer and nearer to the model like beautiful girl.

‘Hey, are you Aisha?’ Nakul asked the girl lowering down the window glass of the back seat.

‘Yeah, you are Amit, right?’ the girl asked, as if both are good friends of each other since.

‘What?’ I muttered suddenly.

‘Sshhhhhh…..,’ Ankit said keeping his index finger of his right hand over his mouth.

Yes, I heard Nakul talking to someone on phone some time ago, whom he told his name Amit, new name that I had never heard before even as his pet name at his home. I didn’t understand why did he change his name and Ankit asked me not to utter even a single word there so I was sitting quiet looking at the girl keeping my eye balls right  and focusing my ears to the conversation. They were talking about any deal.

‘Tell what type of girl do you want?’ she flashed this question and I understood everything clearly what they were talking about.

‘What type of girls do you have?’ Nakul, oh, Amit for that moment asked and I and Ankit kept quiet.

‘Sir, it depends on the customers, some prefer Indian, north Indian white girls,’ she corrected. Some prefers non-Indian girls like Nepali girls, Afghanis, Russia………and the listed continued.

‘Okay, what’s the rate of the Russian lady?’ Nakul, Amit better say! asked.

‘15000 bucks,’ the girl answered without any delay, as if she was waiting for him to utter the Russian.

‘Okay, what about the payment?’ he asked.

‘I mean whom to pay and where?’ he continued.

‘You’ve to pay one guy only, who will accompany the girl to your car. Aisha was in hurry, as if she had to leave the place as soon as possible, so she was talking very fast and our Nakul was pacing with her speed, as if he was one of her regular customer.

After finalizing the deal she called someone named Raja asked him to reach near the following pavement few meters away.

‘The girl is coming within few minutes, be ready with your cash,’ she said.

‘I’ve heard that you give discount,’ Nakul asked.

‘Yeah, we do but discounts are on older Indian ladies who are rarer in demand,’

‘Okay, 15000 bucks is for whole night no?’ he asked.

‘Nope, that’s for few hours only,’

‘I want her to take to my place,’

‘Your wish, but car is better option,’

‘Okay, but we are two,’

‘Okay, fine, but……………..

‘What but?’ he asked.

[ a lot of incidents took place there after getting the girl because she was not a Russian but the deal was............]


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PARTY, FIGHT & the girls @ fare price...!!

Snowfall can be seen everyday in the hilly states of northern India as news channels say. And they are the best places for the Delhites to hang around because these states are the neighbors of Delhi so it takes 5 to 6 hours to reach there and enjoy snowfall. Being honest I can say the persons like me whose wallet don’t allow them to enjoy the vacations in south most states or the non-Indian subcontinents.  Thanks to IP University that is remaining closed for few more days because the mercury felt down few days back and it could be the worst for us to college daily in such weather like last year. But it’s okay type weather now and we can discover some new places in north India.

Thanks to my stud friends who are friends in college only and make plans on the very last day of every even semester exams but fail to recognize their plans just after the last day exam. And of course Tanya, my sweet heart friend who loves to roam with me every day during college days can’t come out of her house these days as her dad is very strict about it. The brain was about to burst with the Hollywood thought that were roaming in my mind after finishing 5 to 6 movies per day. Few had already been watched so I kept revising them.

So I was trying few numbers of my old friends in South Extention. Most of them were switch off, few were out of coverage area and few were like number not in use. After scanning my contacts twice and thrice one call got connected.

‘Hey, hi,’ I said as soon as he picked my call.

‘Hello, my friend, how’s you?’

‘I’m fine, what about you?’

‘If my friend is fine so that I’m too,’

Yes, he was Pawan, one of my good friends from my Narayana days as we use to enjoy a lot of funs in South Delhi.

‘Bro, I’m getting roasted at my place, I want to meet you people,’ I said.

‘I’ve to ask your dad about some MTNL gprs services’ plans,’ I said.

‘Oh, how professional have you become my friend,’ he muttered.

‘What did you say?’ I asked.

‘Nothing,’ he said. I don’t know why people think that I’ve become more professional as I just asked him to utilize my visit more profitably. Fun and some work at the same time, is the best way to use wasting time. Any way I did call him so I had to listen what was he saying.

‘Wow, finally you called my dear friend, you have become so rich that you want to buy some MTNL broadband plans despite using Airtel broadband,’ the changed voice said.

‘Hey, is it Aasif?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, saale, I’m Aasif,’ the voice with this nice adjective reached my ears.

‘Assalam walikum bhai jaan,’ I said.

‘Walikum salam,’ how’s you?’ he asked.

‘I’m good,’ I lied because I was getting roasted like hell at my place.

‘Hey, let’s meet today,’ I said without delay.

‘Yeah, I’m also dying to meet my good friend, but I’ve missed all five day classes last week and I don’t want to miss more otherwise my college management will kick my ass for short attendance,’ he started with these words.

‘Oh, short attendance is not a big deal, they’ll allow you at any cost, I had only 30% attendance in last semester but they allowed me to sit for end term examinations,’ I convinced him.

‘Bro, it’s not IP University, it’s Jamia Millia Isalamia University,’ he said.

‘But let me think, I’m telling you after some time,’ he said. After convincing him for next ten minutes he decided to attend his boring lectures. I love to skip my lectures whenever my friends call but look at one of them. Anybody could have guessed his answer when he said such words so I did.

‘Hey, hi,’ the voice reached my left ear as I picked one call from an unknown number.

‘Hi,’ I said recognizing the voice.

‘Who ?’ I asked as I failed to recognize him.

‘You ass, you forgot me, I’m Ankit,’ he said.

‘Hey, I’m sorry, I dint get you,’ I said.

‘What happened to your voice,’ I asked.

‘My throat has been fucked up by this shivering cold,’ he said.

‘Anyway, you are papers are over, and you are free now,’ he said.

‘Of course,’

‘Okay, I need your help,’

‘What type of help?’

‘Nothing much, you promised to teach me mathematics for my GATE paper last month and I was waiting for your call, but you don’t have to call me,’ he said.

‘Oh, I’m really sorry, it slipped off my mind, when is your GATE paper?’ I asked.

‘13^th February, Next month,’ he said.

‘Okay, I’ll reach your place by evening, bye,’ I disconnected the call.

 The call was from one of my cousins and teaching a guy like him is very tough because he loves to spend his maximum time in enjoying parties in farmhouses and discs.

I reached INA metro station at 5pm and reached his place within few minutes.

‘What the hell is he doing inside?’ I asked myself pushing doorbell button thrice as he was not opening the gate. I started thinking about what would I say to aunty who has called my twice a month to meet her and uncle but I dint respond to her for the last six months.

‘Are you crazy, you dick head?’ the voice reached my ears and I kept my fingers off the doorbell button.

‘Shut up, you ass, I’m standing here since last ten minutes, what were you doing, where is aunty?’ I started entering the drawing room.

‘She is not at home, mom dad-have gone to Shirdi and I was just watching this amazing porn that I got from IIT yesterday,’ he said.

‘That’s why you dint heard the doorbell,’

‘Oh, no, the volume of my headphone was maximum so I dint hear that,’ I said sitting on the chair in front of the table with PC.

‘Let me also watch, what kind of video is it?’ I asked.

‘Shut up, you are junior to me and you should maintain the respect,’ he said adjusting his specs.  I wanted to see and tried hard to get in front of his PC but he had already closed that minimized window.

‘What are the topics, show me your syllabus,’ I said walking towards the wash basin. The door bell rang again and he ran towards the door after hearing single bell ring.

‘Hey, I’ve heard that you’ve brought some nice videos from IIT yesterday,’ I heard these words entering drawing after washing my face.

Yes, he was Nakul his neighbor, a non placed engineer who was also looking for GATE but……..

After teaching him for more than two hours we decided to go for dinner to Vasant Vihar because aunty was not there to make it and I’d to check some new stuff in the market as it’s a season of sale from almost all the brands of dresses and foot wears.

‘Hey, your car party is pending, throwing today no?’ I said adjusting seat belt sitting next to the driver seat.

‘Right dude, party is still pending,’ Nakul said from behind.

‘Yeah, we are going to drink and puff hokkaa like mad tonight,’ he said taking left turn heading towards the ring road.

‘Wow, a complete night out,’ Nakul corrected.

‘Nope, I’m not going to drink or smoke, we are just going to have some good items,’

‘You are still a kid, you’ve not started drinking and when did you quit smoking, he asked smiling. I don’t why people think that non drinker adults are still kids.

Yes, aunty had gifted him a brand new white car, i 20, and the party was must to celebrate, so we were going to Vasant vihar, but I got surprised by his plans. He is a hardcore drinker, smoker, and of course a doper. He never forgets to offer me a glass full of colorful drink from his beer days to latest wine and vodka days.

‘Okay, we are going to have some non-veg stuff, I’m dying to drink now,’ he said offering me the stick after puffing it.

‘I told no, I’ve quitted smoking,’ I said.

‘See this engineer, Nakul look at him,’ he said offering his stick backward towards Nakul.

‘Dude, work hard, party harder and of course sleep tighter with the girls,’ Nakul said patting me.

‘Hey, I’ve seen your Billo last evening near Notan Das jwellers,’ Nakul added new topic as the car took u turn from Moolchand flyover.

‘We are not in touch for the last few months,’ I said.

'And she is no more my Billo,' I corrected clearing my throat.

‘Buddy, she was looking sex bomb, more blonde these days, how did you let her go without sleeping with her,’ something was going to be repeated that had already roasted my ears.

We reached Bacchus pubs, Vasant vihar.

‘You are blogging these days, and I’ve read about Tanya, your girlfriend,’ Nakul started taking seat next to me.

‘Oh, she is not my girlfriend, just friend’ I corrected.

‘I’ve read a lot about her, she is amazing and I’d sent her friend request but she rejected,’ he said sipping water.

‘I’ve heard that you are working on a novel,’ he continued and I was looking at the rate list of the drinks that Ankit was looking to order.

‘Yeah, I’m working on a novel,’ I said.

‘What type of story are you writing?’ he continued eating my head and I continued answering his all questions honestly.

The order reached our table after some time and they were mad about the drinks so they started having them, as if they would never get chance in future to have it again in their whole life. I was comfortable with the roasted chicken.

‘Hey, have it?’ Nakul said to a passing by girl offering his glass in one hand and bottle in the other.

I was surprised after seeing him in such a mental state and he was smiling and started talking loudly about that girl, her figure and private parts and what not. He was out of his mind, Ankit is a big drinker but I had never seen him after getting drunk but Nakul………………

‘She is amazing no?’ Ankit said looking towards that girl who was sitting next at the corner table.

Yeah, she is looking beautiful,’ I said looking at the girl’s image in the mirror hanging over the wall next to Ankit.

 

‘Hey, let me propose her, she will accept it for sure,’ Nakul said tearing leg piece of the roasted chicken.

‘Yeah, she will,’ Ankit supported him. He looked towards me then I had no other option except nodding so………

‘Buddy, look at her curve, her b***s, her b**, her…………..,’ Ankit continued with her private parts and I concentrated to the chicken. He scanned the girl’s fully as he was giving descriptions of her all the parts with explanations.

No doubt that girl was the best among the girls present there. I finished my chicken and they were still ordering another bottle so I had to sit with them and was enjoying the music.

‘Hey, this is the perfect time to say her ‘ I love you,’ Nakul said.

‘Yeah, go my bro, make it now,’ Ankit said showing glass waving his hand in the air towards Nakul.

‘All the best! Dude,’ he wished Nakul, as if Nakul was going to write his major examination. He looked towards me and I gave a shameless smile and he started heading towards the girl’s table.

‘Hey, Honey, you look fabulous, I love you,’ Nakul said falling on her table but he adjusted standing there anyhow.

‘You bastard, don’t you have your mom, sis at your home,’ one guy who was accompanying the girl shouted planting a huge slap over Nakul’s face.

Yes, the guy sitting with the girl was six feet tall with great physique like the bouncers. He was taller than Nakul, had better body than him. He was better than Nakul in almost all respect. But it was shame for us to sit and watch our friend getting slapped and abusing by any other guy. After all we all were the studs. Ankit ran and hit the guy from behind. The guy turned back and thrashed Ankit's face by punching his middle of the face very hard. It was tough for me to go nearer to that bouncer kind of guy but I approached him and flashed my shoe tip hard right at the private part of that guy and he felt down. After seeing her falling guy, the beautiful girl ran towards him looking at me, as if she was going to kill me.

‘Run run run,’ I shouted. The guests sitting there and all the staffs had started gathering circling we all three studs, that bouncer guy and of course the best girl there. We managed to escape from the back door.

‘You are a real ass,’ Ankit uttered at Nakul.

‘Are you nuts?’ I was just proposing that girl,’ Nakul said touching his left cheek that was got hit and turned red. I could see the red linings of the five fingers there on his left cheek but I kept quite.

'It was me who saved you tonight otherwise he would have killed you,' Ankit started.

‘Forget it now,’ I interrupted.

‘Let's run away fast from here,' I suggested.

'Let the son of a bitch come here, I'll teach him a lesson now,' the brave Nakul said after touching his left cheek.

‘Oh shit,’ Ankit said checking out his pocket.

Yes, he had forgotten his car keys on the table and no one of us was ready to go inside the pub so we started planning to return home by auto and get car keys by tomorrow. 

‘Hey, here it is,’ Nakul said taking something out of his pocket.

‘What the fuck is this, how did you manage to get it?’ I asked.

‘I took it from table while running away,’ he said smiling. I don’t know how anyone can smile after getting slapped. We managed to reach the parking area anyhow looking backward time and again checking whether that guy was running behind us or not.

‘Hey, take to that corner,’ Nakul said pointing his index towards the corner of the road.

‘Why, we are going straight to home,’ I said looking forward.

‘You keep quiet, and see what’s going on,’ he said.

‘What the hell is this, why did I save him from that big man,’ I cursed myself.

‘I got her number from Kritika, she is genuine and I need a trustworthy broker,’ Nakul continued.

‘Who is she?’ I asked.

‘My friend,’ he answered and started saying something into Ankit’s ear I focused my ears towards his mouth but his voice was quite unpredictable but I could guess what he was talking about.

‘She told me that girls come from north campus and few are from Mukharji nagar,’ I heard these words and my prediction was right because they had planned something big for that night.

‘Some are from Russia, Nepal, Afghanistan…………………..,’ he continued with some more names.

‘Will she take the cash first?’ Ankit asked.

‘Nope, she is honest, she will send her girl first then we have to pay the girls,’

‘But there is a problem, we have to pay according to the deal,’

‘I don’t want my cash to be wasted,’

‘I’m going to try Russian this time but she will empty my wallet,’

‘How much?’

‘More than………..






[ to be  continued.....with the reality of some College g***s !]


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