Is it a bed?

Before going into this bed I've to work hard every night.
I need to clean it. :(

Love in the Cinema

Your eyes, glittering and wandering,
Looked into mine.
The reflected lights from the screen,
Made your eyes, visible to mine.

Your hair; long and black,
Trying to hide your eyes,
Glittering and wandering.
Instead, they make your eyes,
Look more and more beautiful.

You’re beautiful, I say.
But, the cinema sound,
Big and noisy,
Stops my words,
From reaching into your ears.

You turn and face me,
To hear what I’ve just said.
You move your head so ears,
Closer to my lips,
So that my words can reach you.

I turn to repeat my words,
My lips move,
Your ear moves,
Closer to your ears.

Your lips deceives your ears,
And stops,
At mine and say,
Don’t move, let me kiss.

POOR WILL REMAIN POOR!

I love having Jalebis on Thursday. Is this day so special or any star matching stuff with eating Jalebis? Nope. The old men who are my good friends in the park always suggest me to have sweets at times because it’s good for health. Well, most of them are the patients of sugar or heart disease but they love youngsters to advice to have sweets. Love for food is the purest love in the world.

Pressing the horn of my bike continuously, plowing the mob and the vegetable vendors, I drove straight and pressed the brakes at the Jalebi stroll where one of my friends was waiting. I turned the key left to switch off the engine and made the bike stand on its stand. Mouth watered. :P I signaled the Jalebi vendor to take out some fresh and hot ones. He knows me. Why would he not? After all I’m one of the rare young guys who go to have Jalebi every Thursday.

The Thursday market is a sabzi market where the sabzi vendors gather to sell their fresh, cleaned, oiled and extra shining vegetables. Most of the buyers are ladies, whose sizes are more than that of normal Indian woman. Extra flesh hung around their each part of body. Still, they look beautiful! The extra dark lipstic, the combed hair, the open hairstyles, the outfits, the fair complexion, the matching round eyes, the mascara and the urban dressing sense make them damn beautiful. The vendors shout as if they are competing with each other in raising their voice levels. The buyers (beautiful ladies) loved to bargain despite knowing that the vendors were not going to reduce even a single buck and were going to weigh lesser than what he was supposed to.

Among all the chaos our Jalebis came out of the boiling oil, then got dipped into the hot sugar juice and after getting weighed the vendor handed it over to my friend. After bargaining, both of us took out wallet and paid half-half. I paid 8 bucks and my friend paid 7. I couldn’t have eaten the sweet Jalebis while riding the bike. So we chose to take a short walk to finish the sweets. Some stud guys rushed their bikes in the middle of the road to impress the young beautiful girls. Some fools tried to impress them with their cars, which created traffic jams which in turn raised inconvenience to the buyers and sellers. Within five minutes Jalebis got finished and both of us cleaned out sticky fingers with the paper envelope in which we got our Jalebis wrapped.

After dropping my friend, I moved bike back into the market. I kept my eyes wide opened and left thumb on the horn. Suddenly, my eyes felt on a heap of jackets, above which two boys were standing and were shouting 50 ka ek and 100 k 2. It impressed me. I stood my bike aside and walked to see what kind of jackets were there whose price was lesser than a handkerchief which is shopped in the malls. I looked at the buyers who were standing around the heap. They looked back at me. I joined them and started looking for the jackets as if I was a smart buyer and was going to take one or two after scanning each piece nicely.

One old man held one jacket and asked the price. The boys were continuously shouting the price loudly but still the gentleman seemed deaf. One of the boys repeated his price slogan. ‘I’d pay 30 bucks only,’ the old man said in a smart tone, as if he knew the real price of the jacket and was going to be in a great loss if he was paying the slogan price. ‘Uncleji, price is fixed,’ the boy, whose age was around 15 years, said. ‘Okay, then keep your jacket,’ the old man said, throwing the cloth on the top of the heap. I knew what was going to be happened. The boy called the old man when he was walking away fast. ‘Here it is,’ the boy said, packing the jacket in a polybag. The jacket was sold. In 30 bucks.

Something like this doesn’t happen in the malls. When you enter into it through the transparent glass entrance, the security guards scan your bodies and bags with metal detectors. Then you enter into a western world, where the price of everything is fixed. A single cup of coffee costs more than twice the price of the old man’s jacket. People go there for shopping and they don’t even talk of bargaining there.

HER BIRTHDAY

Indian parents make love in the chilly byting cold winter. So the maximum birthdays fall in the month of December, January and February. Few days back he celebrated his birthday with his girlfriend. Now it’s his girlfriend’s birthday today.
He rose up early. After coming out of warm blanket he switched the lights off (was the light on for the whole night? Yes. Reason: he dreams nightmares when he sleeps in the dark. Strange guy!) and rushed to the kitchen to make a strong hot cup of coffee. Without delay he switched on the table lamp and slipped in the chair. He opened the brown envelope and took out a sparkling designed card. A birth day card.
The cold hit his bare feet but he avoided to wear socks and uncapped some sparkling pens and permanent markers. After scrapping his head he came out with some strange ideas and started working on the card. Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He looked at the screen which was flashing Parkguy calling. Yes, he is a good human. He loves jogging in the morning. He has made some good friends in the park too. The Park guy calls him every day before leaving his place so that he would pick the card making guy by the right time. He thinks for a while and visualizing himself jogging and exercising in the park, he simply press the button which said silent.

Back to card work. He drew and wrote his imaginations on the card. Birthday card became a valentine card. Most of the stuffs with which the card was carved were the love stuffs. Again his phone beeped. This time the phone screen says 1 New message. He opened the inbox. It was a message from his sweetheart. ‘M rdy…aftr having bf m lvin.’ The message meant; "I’m ready. After having breakfast I’m leaving." I don’t know why people love to fuck English. In the past Indian fucked English (British) and now their mother language; English. The right tip corner of the phone screen displayed the time too. It said; 8:15am. ‘Fcuk,’ the guy said to himself and slipped more than half finished card into the brown envelope.
 
‘What to do now?’ he asked himself. Yes, his girlfriend was ready before the scheduled time for the first time in their two years love life. He scratched his head and moved some strands of his long hair away from his eyes which seemed irritating to him at that time. Again he thinks; Now what? He picked a hair band and tied his long hair. A pony.

He jumped off his chair and rushed to the washroom. He covered the mouth of the tooth brush with a thick layer of tooth paste and tossed it into his mouth. He then filled the bucket with water and holding it in his left hand as right was doing its job (brushing his teeth) and ran out of his washroom. To heat water with the water heater. Hell, he din’t have a geyser at his place. Poor guy! After fitting the water heating rod into the water, he switched on it and vanished into washroom to finish another work; potty.
Within five minutes he emerged out of the washroom to get the hot water. The heating rod had failed to heat the cold water as the water was at a temperature of 2 degree Celsius, but it had managed to beat the chillness of it. He had to take shower with the cold water today. He din’t have another option. His girlfriend would kill him if he had met her late. Cold water bath is strange when the mercury has already dipped below 4. Poor guy! 

After finishing cold water bath in the chilly biting ugly cold he started wearing cloths which he has been wearing for some days. Yuck, he doesn't wash his cloths except inner wears every day. He skipped his breakfast which he himself had to make. He tossed the brown envelope and news papers into his college bag. He wore everything that his girlfriend had threatened him to wear. Does he dress himself badly?
Without delay, he locked the gate of his flat and ran downstairs. He reached the main road now. Metro station was still some kilometer away from his place. He walked down the road to look for a rickshaw. He got the one but it was without the rickshaw puller. He scanned the area and found four persons who were standing at a tobacco shop. He spotted the rickshaw puller by his dress and called him. Tobacco is ban in Delhi and India, but Indians know that rules are made to be broken. Attitude, eh!

He took out the newspaper and started with the headlines. Suddenly, the right pocket of his jeans started vibrating. It was his phone that was vibrating. It said; 1 new message.
‘M abt 2 rch…u whr?’ He looked outside and scratched his head.
‘M in metro…u whr?’ He replied. He lied.
‘K…m gna b a bit l8…dad is nt gna drop me…cumin by bus,’ the reply came and he started smiling. Yes, it was going to be his day by now. He had always gulped her anger and scolding for being late. Today he would scold her.
‘Cnt u rch by tym? I skippd my bf to rch by tym.. :-@,’ he replied.
‘M sorry.. ’ she replied.
‘its k…cum…I wud w8,’ he replied smiling. She looked cute sad. In her message too. 
Now he adjusted his ass nicely on the rickshaw and opened news paper again and continue reading. On the way he got a bouquet packed and reached metro station.

                                                                   &&&&&

She was in black short coat and extra tight faded blue skinny jeans and a pair of black balleries. She had changed her hairstyle as she got a new Megan fox’s haircut recently. Black coat suited her fair complexion. Her eyes were decorated with extra dark eye linear. The lining blue and white bag hanged on her right shoulder. She looked more beautiful today. He saw her walking towards him from the place of the platform where the ladies reserved coach’s gates got opened. He rolled his eyes away from her back into the news paper. He wanted to show he didn’t notice her and he is a bit angry with her.
She approached him and stood before him for some time. He din’t notice. He smiled hiding his face behind the news paper and tried to compose himself as if he was very angry. She moved her left hand and started removing news paper.
 
‘Hey, you came,’ he said, pretending he din’t really see her.
‘I’m sorry for being late,’ she said, looking down at the floor below her feet.
‘Happy birth day to you…happy birthday to you….happy birthday  to my sweetheart,’ he said, hugging her. She hugged him back. He kissed her forehead.
‘This is for you,’ he said, giving her the bucket that he was hiding behind his bag.
She looked for something else. Gifts? Nope, it was the card. Birthday card. Incomplete birthday card. He took out the card and gave it to her.
‘Wow, it’s very amazing. Where did you get it? It’s looking so nice. It seems you’ve made it. hena?’ she said. He nodded. She looked at him and hugged him again.
‘I love you,’ she said, kissing his lips.
‘Oops, you bit my lips,’ he said, laughing.
‘Shut up. I don’t kiss hard.’ She said, packing her bag with the card.
They had decided to enjoy the whole day in a mall, The Great India Place. Before going there she demanded to visit Bangla Sahib Gurudwara. They went and bowed down to the god and prayed for each other.
Metro ran with its speed and take them The Great India Place within half an hour. They walked inside after getting their bags checked and bodies scanned with the metal detectors. The plan was like; coffee then playing bowling then movie then lunch and at last shopping.

It was her birthday so there wasn’t the cash scarcity like they faced on the guy’s birthday. Before entering inside the girl’s favorite restaurant, the guy cried a lot because the restaurant bill alone was supposed to gulp his wallet. The story is different today. They walked into barista to enjoy coffee. They chitchatted for some time there. He finished the coffee and the pending card work. Engineering students know how to do their work nicely in the precise amount of time. Or at last moment.


She flashed a card and some cash to the counter girl at the bowling counter. She gave a slip in return. They reached the bowling table and changed their shoes. After finishing the game they rushed to the box office of the Big Cinemas. They got two tickets for the movie Sherlock holmes. The show was about to start by 2:20pm so they were still left with some time. They entered in her favorite restaurant. The menus arrived. The waiter kept standing as the girl signaled him to wait for some time.
‘Half plate roasted chicken and two beers,’ she placed order. The guy’s mouth got wide opened.
‘You will drink?’ he asked.
‘Why can’t I drink if you can?’ she said. Her eyes looked drunk before drinking.

Reservation. Emotion. Division.

In the park. In the morning. Today's morning was like every day morning. Park was full of joggers, walkers, cops (ununiformed), deseased, trees, flowers, birds, dogs (hybrids & street dogs), benches, grasses, cricketers, kids (only few), and the stressed people. I finished walking, jogging, handshaking & welcoming. I walked down the track which ended into a children's park where I do exercises. Many people come there to do the same because kids' playing stuffs let them do exercises freely. Some looked jokers. Some looked dancers. Some looked soldiers. Some looked old enough to get buried under graves. I looked none.
I heard some people talking of muslims' reservation, which has been recently announced (promised) by our useless government. It said that muslims will get some 7-9% of reservation in government sector. For jobs. The men looked fuelled. Restless. Angry. Sad (at times). Red faced like tomatoes.
Yes, our government is now going to slice the above mentioned %age of reservation from the famous 27% of OBC reservation, which has already written a history of riots after hindi-muslim riots.
Well, they were talking of the hardships they've to undergo now to get government jobs. Their discussion turned sharp then harsh then f-words were used for govt.. This was one of the parts of one of the parks of India. It's again going other way to write a history. Repeat.
It seems this goverment hardly cares of peace & harmony in India.
India will again face riots.

What does a student think of BJP's Kushwaha drama in UP!

I’m a strong supporter of BJP. Since my childhood I’ve been seeing people hating and abusing the non-BJP leaders. Whenever any non-BJP leader visited there and asked people to vote him, they said ‘haan..haan hum vote apko hi denge.’ And as soon as the leader turned back to walk away, people used to abuse him from behind. I never understood why non-BJP leaders weren’t loved.

Time passed, I grew up and started understanding people, nature, India and its leaders. I voted BJP leaders since the year I turned 18 and got my voter id card made.

Before the day of acceptance of one of the corrupt leaders (Kushwaha), I used to think that the BJP leaders were intellectuals, well educated, pure, and non-corrupt and far better than non-BJP people. They accepted a corrupt dumb, who had already been slapped with many charges and raided by CBI.

I leave all my studies and other works to watch a TV show, called Prime time on NDTV, India, where all party leaders are welcomed to discuss the political issues. Unfortunately, they (leaders, of course) are useless at the non-political issues! On the day of acceptance of a corrupt leader, no BJP people appeared on the screen.

After supporting Anna Hazare and Lokpal bill, BJP has made some more space into the heart of the innocent Indians. Well, as far as UP election is concerned, BJP leaders know that they are not going to win with a huge difference and make government there. But they had a chance to get some more seats than the last poll.
Look at the intellectual leaders, what the hell they are doing now. They fought with full might to pass a strong Lokpal in Lok sabha and Rajya sabha. They always fought against corruption. And now they’re dying to give tickets to the corrupt leaders.

They’re accepting such leaders who are from a damn fools’ party and are corrupt from top to bottom. I heard someone saying that that dumb used to operate telephones at Maya’s residence.

Well, the reason of accepting such corrupt babus is that they would get all the votes of Kushwaha and kurmi.
Let me ask BJP:

1.Does UP contain only Kushwaha and Kurmi?
2.Don’t you trust your work that might have been done by you over there in UP?
3.Accepting some corrupt leaders would make you win and make govt. there?
4.You made govt. in Bihar only because Kushwaha and Kurmi voted you?
5.Didn’t you think of corruption before accepting such leaders?

There are uncountable questions that arise in the head of BJP supporters after this incident. BJP is losing grip over its strong supporters. You all are corrupt. No doubt, politics is dirty but don’t make it a hell. Public understand everything.

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.]