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Recharged

April 11, 2015 / Forever / 0 Comments

The response that I have received on my last story was truly beyond my imagination… I always dreamed of a place in the heart of my dear ones, but after posting my last story an anonymous person mailed and praised my work.. i felt like high… Friends praise coz they are there for this thing.. My friends praise me when I have a new girl in my life.. when I used to clear my backlogs in a single attempt.. Sometimes i feel blessed to have them.. and at some moments I regret of not having them with me after our college got over.. @ADORABLES you guys will ever be in my prayers.. After having nearly 1.5 dozens of relationships I was unable to illuminate feelings for anyone.. for me having multiple relationships was a sign of being superior among my friend circle.. Till the day i met this girl(I wont name her), She changed my perception towards girls… i could have been in between her pair of legs but couldnot do so… I never got the right moment or right words to express my feelings towards her.. I LOVE HER .. she will be in my heart/head by the time almighty hold up …

Recharged

I went up her apartment took her in my arms and ran through the corridor towards the lift. She slit her fist and a lot of blood went out before i put a bandage in order to control the blood flow on the upper part of her arm.. I placed her on the backseat of my car and rushed towards the hospital.. My complete attention was on her … while running in the corridor of the hospital I saw her face went yellowish and can easily remember her first day in college.

5 Years earlier

Being in the second year of college we were high in air and were yelling upon the newly admitted engineers though many of them would be sitting like us and bullying the new batch(for first year students it is).

Keshav- Hey! Bhenji .. Suit wali Bhenji..

Girl- Yes Sir,

Keshav- Nam btaogi

Girl- Swanna..

Keshav- Is this the way to talk to your seniors? Say ‘ Sir my name is Swanna sir’

Swanna – Sir my name is Swanna sir.

During the whole conversation Swanna’s eyes were on her feat, her face turned yellowish as if there was no blood in there, and her face was perspiring..

Me- Keshav let her go buddy..

keshav- Aise kaise yr..

Me- Swanna you please go…

Swanna went away without even looking back with heavy walk almost rushing towards her block…

Keshav- kya C***iyapanti hai yr, hmare sath ni hua kya aisa..

Ray- Bhai Ka dil toh ni aa gya Chori p?

Me – Chal ch**iye

after bullying nearly 2 dozens of new birds my friends finally decided to attend class..

We were same inside and outside the class… same loudy guys… out of the class we use to bully new birds and in probably teacher was bullied by us(knowingly or unknowingly).. New birds used to have lunch break before us and during that period every faculty member use to have their eye on especially second yearians and a teacher was fixed to have his/her eye on us… the 7 dumbisticks…

Aniket(me),Keshav,Ray,Jai,Ayaan,Nath,Varun all together formed BADASS(group name) we met in the first semester itself and as they say like found like .. we all slowly slowly came in contact with each other.. Keshav and Ray being the loudest of all Varun being the quiety type and rest being moderates.. We all knew Nath is superdude and can have any girl.. he knows the tricks of getting into a skirt..

Noone was single amongst us just me… though i had a gf but I believe somethings are well preserved under veil..

In the evening we bunked our Labs and were shaking our eyes in the canteen…

Keshav – Bhai suit wali bhenji…

Me- Chod na yr. Seedhi ladki dikhti hai..

Ray- Tujhe pura andar le jayegi…

All laughed in unison..

Nath- Samman sahi hai ..

Tu sale andar ghusne ka rasta dhoond rha hoga.. Rest 6 said in unison…

Chodo chalo room par maggi khilata hu, varun said..

You guys move ahead, I am coming after paying bill, I said

While on the counter paying bill I heard ‘Thank you Sir’ from my back..

Swanna was standing behind me ..

Its nothing, just enjoy these days.. everyone will try to harm you unless you will allow them.. Bye tc

Swanna-Thank you sir,

I left the canteen and caught BADASSians..

Present Day

This was my first meeting with Swanna.. Soon We became friends on facebook but never went ahead that Coz She was equally serious for her boyfriend as I was for my Girlfriend… While sitting in the corridors of hospital i rang up Swannas mother whom I met during college.. Swanna use to live alone s sometimes her boyfriend use to accompany her .. I never met his bf but since the past few days Swanna was bit low in energy.. I being busy in my professional life never thought about enquiring her.

It was hard to sit in the lobby of the hospital especially when a dear friend is inside the Operation room and that red light outside indicates that still the doctors havent managed to cope up with situation..

As the light went off i rushed towards the doors of OT and started investigating about her health.. She was fine and will regain consciousness by morning… I rang up her mother and informed her about the current scenario but by that time she along with her had left for the city..

Five Years Later

Today on our fifth anniversary my in laws have invited us for the Dinner… I along with Swanna reached there in the morning itself, from there my father in law had taken me out for some work…

Hows life beta? Swannas mother enquired from her…

Its tiring and loving at the same time, Your Son in law pampers me a lot. Swanna replied

Swanna picked up my office bag (which i accidentally left at the dinning table ) to put inside the room.. it fell down and while recollecting all the stuff she came across a letter over which her name was written. The date mentioned above it was of 5 years back before our marriage ..

She opened it…

Dear Swanna,

After a lot of contemplation, I thought of writing to you. I thought of talking to you but could not do so, So, i thought to pen it down, may be I can express myself better.

The day your mother put the proposal of your marriage infront of me, I wanted to talk to you but could not do so especially after the kind of love that your mother has given me. I was not aware of Motherly love as I lost her in my childhood.

Its not that i dont like you, You are a beautiful girl with a golden heart but I have a gf named Pavitra, We love each other, but i dont have the courage of saying no to you, after knowing the current situation. I wish if you can say no to this marriage or I will talk to your parents regarding the same.

I promise you your decision will be final if you want us to marry than I will not object to it but simply go ahead for a new relation with you. hope you can understand me

Waiting for response

With apologies
Aniket

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Tears rolled down her eyes after reading the letter she could not trust her eyes. She went back to her room and read it 4 more times, she was cursing herself of forcing me into this marriage.

I along with my father in law came back after completing his work and sat on the dinning table for the lunch Swanna and her mother was serving to me and her father. I after having lunch went back to the room and lay down on the bed when after sometime Swanna came back her face was down ..

I asked her what the matter is? She simply pushed the letter towards me …

What was that Aniket?? Swanna asked

I hold her in my arms and could not speak a single word..

Aniket you should have told me about this…. I feel as if I have murdered a relationship.. How can I be so selfish.. We can part our ways and you can continue your relation with Pavitra, I will take charge of everything. She continued crying and speaking, i dont know how women manage crying and speaking at the same time.

I could not speak … I kept her in my arms till the time she slept..

She woke up and found me smoking out in the balcony.. she came near to me and i pointed her towards the letter kept on the table beside bed..

She picked it up:

Swanna,

I dont know what to say but i never wanted to bring this letter infront of you, May be it was destined, You were not mentally fit that time and all i can do was acceptance of your mothers proposal, You required a friend not a husband but your mother thought getting married was the best option.. especially after she knew me so well and ofcourse no one knows you better than me. At times when you are off i know how to rejuvenate you. And how well you have cared my family may be Pavitra could have never done that. Pavitra was my past but you are my present I can see my future with only you. I want to get old with you, I even want to die in your arms…

Still if you want to leave me than you are free to move, but let me remind you I can never be happy without you.. You recharge me as a charger does to a cell phone…

With Love
Aniket

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she hugged me and planted a soft kiss on my forehead ….

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Please forgive me for not being regular on my blog but trust me I am not able to maintain balance between my personal and professional life.Its 1:12 am in the morning and I am signing off with a wish to hear you guys… who loves me…. hope you will like this one too… Keep loving me and I will keep on bringing such love tales to you….

LOVE YOU

I was Reliance She wanted Airtel

March 12, 2015 / Forever / 0 Comments

I came out of my hotel in Fatehgarh for a smoke, Fatehgarh is a district in Punjab in the north-west India, here I am on a company project, I walked over the street to the Chai vendor and asked for a Wills Classic Ultra, I lit it up with a thought that it may bring down the color painted by her on my lips during the course of 6 years. I started puffing and started walking down towards the main market, by the time I reached the main road my cigrette was under my feet, while crossing the road I saw Swanna on her bike speeding across the road, I shouted her name but she seemed to have ignored, her glimpse made me restless and i started runing towards her, I continued runing till she went out of sight and fell on the road, crying, Shattered, sitting on the road with bruised knees still on the ground I saw Swanna on her bike coming towards me, by the time she came upto me I realized it was not her,

Girl : ‘Are you fine? Who are you, why were you trying to stop me? Do I know you?’

Me : Sorry, I mistook you with someone else.

Girl : Its perfectly alright that friend must be so important to you, you had almost killed yourself.

She went away saying Dont know what has happened to me since she has left. every other girl seems to be her and its the third time in one month that I mistook someone as Swanna and ran after her. Swanna was somewhere the pillar of all my hardwork. I walked away with bruised knee and on the way back to hotel i picked up another half dozen of cigarettes. The advantage of being away from home is that you can lit up cigarette anywhere on the road as no one has the idea who you are.

While laying on my bed in the hotel room I was lost amidst the thoughts of Swanna and cigarette smoke.

I and she were together in school, for the complete two years we used to be on the same seat of the school, We were being called ‘ Shizuka and Nobita ‘ of the school. then for engineering I had to come down to Mathura and she went all the way to Mumbai, the city of dreams, we were very far from each other but we were inseparable from the phone, in class, in room, even on bathroom seat….

My Shizuka was such a pretty girl that i can never get over praising her beauty, those brownish eyes, thin pinkish lips and her choti si nose, her milkish complexion …. No dictionary has words to praise her beauty. During vacations I used to be the first person to check out from the hostel reason being her, and our birthdays used to be the occasions when inspite of all the hurdles we used to be together.

After I got my engineering over I planned of shifting to Mumbai, just to be with her. My friends asked me not to take such a big step, I was placed in TCS, But how could I had not left it, my heart was in mumbai with Swanna.

Swanna too was placed in an MNC and we both took an apartment and after few months of hardships i too got a job in BSS by Harman a leading name in audio industry. Everything was working smoothly until my project calls became too frequent and I my staying away from the city became frequent. Almost every weekend i used to stay away from my Shizuka .

Rifts were usual between us and the whole center of rifts being my staying away. I was not able to maintain equilibrium between my work life and love life.

I finally left the job and got shifted to a small company whose work was mainly centered around urban Mumbai only, and that night i took her out for dinner, I proposed her for the marriage after 6 years, She walked away without saying a single word.

I followed her, Swanna denied sitting behind me on the bike, she took auto, we reached home, I asked her the reason of her ignorance.

Me: What was that baby?

Swanna : I dont wanna get married at this phase of my carrer.

Me: Its ok yar, We can wait.

Swanna: Its not ok, I have some ambitions in life, I need Money, Luxury everything and probably you can never give me that lavish lifestyle.

Me: I am working towards that only, My father is not an Ambani. I have to earn that money.

Swanna: Look, we should take a break.

Me: Break??? After 6 long fucking years you want a break.. I left everything just to be with you and you are fucking asking for a break. Lets clear the scenario. Tell me the complete story behind this fucking break..

Swanna: Leave it

Me: Clear it .. I need to know..

Swanna: You wanna hear it na… When you were away with your Goa project I met Debakar.. who is much more caring than you..

Me: Where is he from??

Swanna: Delhi

Me: Where you met him?

Swanna: leave it, Since we are calling off this relation so there seems no need of it..

Me: We are calling off so it should not affect you.. tell me i wan to listen..

Swanna: I met him on WECHAT, through throwing bottle concept…

Me: Great…

I haven’t said a single word just packed up my luggage and left… I was totally out of my senses… numb.. I took the first flight to Delhi and from there train to my home city Allahabad… After searching that guy on facebook and other social media and came to know that he is the son of a builder and he took birth with a golden spoon…

That’s where my Love story ended… I was Reliance but She wanted Airtel….

Epilogue:- The guy is now happily married but somewhere deep inside his heart he feels if he would have gone with his friends suggestion, may be his life would have been a little better..

–> Guys I had written my first story (My Life: She fueled it) with my heart.. but this one and the earlier one (I loved Apple, He had Nokia ) with a broken heart… Received a lot of positive reviews on the earlier…. Hope the same for this one too……. with this i am signing off… Do Comments…

Take care fellas……

Santi: Dare not to be happy

February 16, 2015 / Forever / 0 Comments

Well thank you guys for all the appreciation…. The following story is of Santi, a man of around 45 yrs of age… there is nothing to know about him jus he can’t see a happy man…. Lts come up to the story…..

It was mid of December 1980, don’t be confused , I was not born(u hv d liberty to call me a historian), Santi was about to get hitched with the girl who was no doubt very beautiful but Santi was not in d condition to get married(he liked boys) and those days it was a serious issue(it still is). He tried to avoid it but failed …. Finally he got married the same year and before he got intimate with his wife he sweared on d name of lord Mahavira, lord Shankar and Allah tallah that he ll not leave even a single guy happy of his area….

Since that day he started his killing spree…. Every wedding season he uses his connections and gets two to three guys hitched…. Who just passed out of college and was in search of pussies(I mean d real pussy not d cat)… Before the guys could get pussy he would get them hitched with a pussy for the lifetime…. Seriously yr its jus like using a soap till it dies… We are born in an independent country and we have the right to have pussies … But Santi who had dying desires of getting his ass(not d one u find in streets) fucked could not see a happy guy in midst of pussies…

Very soon Santi was high in air with a score of 47 marriages… How a fucker(sorry he is not, but gali to banti h) can take away the happiness of 47 pussy hungry guys… He was well ahead of Sachin Tendulkar till he met Ashwathama, a super rocking guy or the macho man like virat kohli u can say…. Ashwathama was way more famous amongst pussies… He too was on d killing spree but of pussies… He had around 16-17 (he too don’t remember) pussies in his small career of 4 years… He started his pussy marathon in the first year of his college and was moving ahead as if he had done some Usain Bolt(fastest man on earth) course..

Santi met Ashwathama’s parents to get him hitched …. As soon as the news reached into the moans hungry ears of Ashwathama he filed an FIR in the CBI court against Santo… And the case reached into the fingering hungry hands of ACP fucker Pradyuman. He is self confessed fucker but was not able to have even a single pussy… This was his last case as the fucker king (retirement) .. He seemed very enthusiastic as the case was unique…

He put his best officers Daya ass fucker, Abhijeet ass giver and Fredie oil malish wala…. All of them were heroes in their fields(like krissh)… They started keeping an eye on Santi…

One day, second day, the other day they could not find any clue about what actually Santi’s problem is why he is behind every pussy hungry guy of his area … Finally Freddie oil malish wala found a clue while following Santi and immediately rang up ACP Fucker Pradyuman. He immediately asked Daya ass fucker to put Santi’s phone on interrogation 24*7… Finally on the third day they held him red handed getting his ass fucked up by Kalu Mistri….

Finally on the third day of interrogation Santi broke his silence….

Santi: I loved kalu mistri since I was 6 and we regularly use to have sessions. But at 21 we both were separated and I got married against my wish… I am not a man but She-Man…

ACP fucker Pradyuman : who the children belongs to?

Santi: Kalu Mistri….

Santi was left after the final warning that he will not ruin the life of any pussy hungry guy…

And the male society of the area thanked Ashwathama for his brave effort..

I loved Apple, He had Nokia

January 11, 2015 / Forever / 0 Comments

Well we are now in 2015 and to be very true I had a mixed starting .. On one hand I had taken a jump on the professional side but on other my relationship soured..

and in between all this I missed being among my social life, I missed my friends on the new year, i was pissed off with the kind of excuse (may be Genuine) my frnd bhupi presented and we had to call off our manali trip.. Or a get together which went down the line all because of him and i named him GROUP DROHI..

This story is of a girl who had big dreams not from herself but from her so-called boyfriend(she never accepted his proposal)

On my way back from Bulandshahr to ghaziabad . Bulandsahar (is a dstrict in west UP) where i was planted by the company to serve as the erp implementer and trainer. I met a girl in bus who was completly lost in her mobile, as soon as i had a glimpse on her screen I figured out she was lost in the pic of a smart looking boy (being a boy i cant say much about him) SHe caught me looking at her screen and i pretended as if i had not seen anything….

he is the guy i loved the most, She said

Has he ditched you??? I asked

No I never accepted his proposal, she replied

saying this much he thrown her phone on the floor of the bus and started crying. I being sitting beside her came frward to pick up d phone. In between this the whole bus was looking towards us an their main focus was on me a if I am Kasab.

I clearly figured out the whole bus was taking me a the reason of this whole mess up.

Hi! Shreya, She introduced herself

Hello I am Yogi,

after a brief introductory session,

Dear he was not your boyfriend, and as per you, you never accepted his proposal, now crying over this is just the waste of time. You should go and talk to him, I advised

I cant talk to him either, she replied

As much i know about love, if he truly loved you he can never turn you down, i replied.

You dnt know how i behaved with him, She replied showing her anger on herself

May be it was rude, but if he truly loved you he will accept you watever may be the conditions, I sugested.

You want to listen to my story, she asked

Sure why not, jus to kill time I replied…….

Before moving ahead I would love to describe Shreya:

She is a bubbly girl with a medium height(ideal Indian height), chubby cheeks, pinkish lips, lightish brown eyes and a dimple she most probably stole from Drew Barrymore. She has got flesh but on right places no one can call her fat, Instead she is the Indian version of Elisha Cuthbert.

I LOVED APPLE, HE HAD NOKIA

It was the first day of our college, I have got admission cum scholarship in the prestigious Hindu College of Delhi University. Being from a lower middle class family of a small town Shamli which is about 100 kms away from my college. I had to stay in Delhi with a pg accommodation. Since my childhood my wishes were never fulfilled because a girl was treated as praya dhan in our society. After a lot of arguments & because of my mother’s efforts I was able to come to Delhi and of course I have great marks….

Being in physics honours was itself a big thing to feel proud

After settling me in my pg room my mother with wet eyes bid me goodbye and rushed towards the railway station as she had to catch 2:30 pm train..

She was the only one who came to drop me, my brother my father all were against my decision…

With me I had brought a lot of dreams to Delhi , being rich was above everything…

Next day was my college n I was a bit nervous as I entered the premises…..

Hey you fresher come here, shouted a boy most probably senior.

Yes sir

You have taken admission in physics honours, he asked

Yes sir, I replied

Preserve your ‘sir’ for the seniors, I am your batch mate,

I hit him with my book, sorry , but how do you know that I am from physics honors

Arey I was beside you when you were applying for the course

Ohhh by the way I am Shreya,

Hi I am Anchit, where are you from?

I am from Shamli, you?

I am from Bulandshahr, a district around 60-70 kms from here..

After the formal introduction we went ahead for the class…

Being with Anchit I didn’t knw how the year passed by, we were like the best buddies, sometimes he use to come to drop me home after college or after late night movie. He pampers me a lot, like carrying my bags when I had to leave for shamli, always stood by my side when I had arguments with the bunch of boys who use to eve tease on every passing girl

I never had feelings for him but don’t know how and when he started liking me,

Finally after a year, one day he proposed me and I avoided him by jus saying DT we are good friends and I have never thought of relationship with anyone, but if I ll ever have a bf DT will b you….

We settled with the friends only tag…

There was a badass boy Tejasv who was always involved in fighting drinking and everything that can make him bad…

One day we were on Anchit’s bike when that brat along with his friends in his pajero pushed us away from the road and we almost fell down.

Tomorrow I am gonna teach that bloody rascal how to drive, I said

Don’t be fool they must be drunk, Anchit defended

They are drunk that means they have the license to kill anyone, I said

Chhod kal bat krenge,

The next day I saw Tejasv at the cigarette shop, I went to him.

Do you wan a cigarette, he asked

I slapped him tightly, and moved aside

He followed me

Hey hey who do you think you are, he asked stopping me

I am Shreya and don’t you dare to mess up with me, I replied with my eyes red

You know who I am, he asked

What I have to do with that,

I can bloody purchase you, tell me what you charge for the night, I have got a good money 5k, 10k, 25k bol jaldi…..

Ohhh really may be your father must have purchased your mother like that only..

He raised his hand and Anchit defended in between and tried to sort out the matter

BC go and take your fucking gf out of my sight and ask her not to mesh with Tejasv….

Six months passed by and Tejasv was out of the scene

A hot guy entered the premises with his Audi….

Every girl was like going mad for him…

Hey your friend Tejasv returned back to the college … Anchit tried to tease me..

Buzz off Anchit, I don’t wanna see his fucking face and you please stop talking about him…

Moments later Tejasv was in front of me pleading to forgive him..

Its perfectly olryt yr ….. You didn’t matter to me and may never…

Hey buddy, ask your gf to forgive me.,.. He asked Anchit

Excuse me, we are not bf gf… Jus close friends..

Finally after a week I and Anchit allowed him to spend time with us… We started hanging out in his audi …. Movies pubs discothèques,

We three became like good friends… Always together… Tejasv has almost stopped drinking… Anchit and I were drifting apart because of the presence of Tejasv… We were coming close …

Hey Anchit kahan h yr, I rang him up and asked him..

M ghar hu yr, bta kya hua

I have to tell you something important, come right now to my place…

Coming baby doll….

Tejasv proposed me, I told him showing the diamond ring he presented while proposing

And what you said, he asked curiously

Yes of course…

But you said if you will ever have a bf that will be me..

Yr plz listen I like him… And he is very good towards me…

Don’t u fucking like me, m I not good towards you.. I love you since the day you came here to apply…. Or is it because he proposed you with a diamond ring and I did it with a rose?? He has four wheels and I have I have two….

Plz yr don’t be angry…. There is nothing like that..

Jus forget it…. Saying that he left without even listening to me…

Anchit started staying away from me n I too didn’t cared with Tejasv around me….

The final day of college….

I was enjoying the last day in the company of Tejasv and his friends and planned for the night out India Gate …..

Tejasv was drunk and was driving at comparatively high speed and was in no mood to slow down I too was enjoying the speed… All of a sudden he drove off a biker from the road and the biker fell on the divider … We were very nervous and decided To run away without even caring of the biker ….through this incident my parents came to know about Tejasv and after a lot of yes and no they agreed …. I along with Tejasv moved to Mumbai where he was supposed to handle his father’s office … His father is a builder and mainly works from Delhi only… So he went ahead and handled the Mumbai office.. He was good at leadership and handled it well.. But slowly slowly he started drinking like he used to ….

I went through a lot of miscarriages and was not in condition to conceive another baby… But I thought may be after getting a child Tejasv may give up all the bad habits ….

While I was pregnant with my son Ridan and was in the 7th month of pregnancy one day Tejasv went on gulping pegs after pegs and he asked me to bring more ….

I said its 12 in the night how am I suppose to go…. Cant you I am not in condition??

But he hadn’t listened even a single word and pushed me out of the home ….

For the whole night I was at the door of the apartment….

After two months of that incident I gave birth to my son…. I almost came out of the jaw of death as physically I was not able to bear the child…

I waited for two years for Tejasv to leave all the bad habits but there seem no improvement… I left him in the summer of 2013 after being married for almost seven years….

I wish I would not have rejected Anchit, probably I would not have got this much hurt…

That’s it …. My story…

You never tried to contact him through all these years… I asked

I searched each social network so that I can ask him to forgive me but he last visited his profile in back 2005… Messaged him a lot … But a reply will come when anyone will visit the profile, I am a government teacher in DAV Degree College and Bulandshahr is only because of Him… Shreya replied

I feel sorry for you… But do remain in contact I live in ghaziabad only…. I said and we exchanged contact numbers…

After that I started visiting her apartment playing with his son Ridaan became my weekend schedule.. She often visit my home to meet my parents….

A fine morning while sitting in my office my phone beeped and it was Shreya’s message on whatsapp… It read please come down to A-97 DM colony road…. Please its urgent…. The address was of her rented apartment ….

I ran up to there and asked her what’s the matter…

She showed me the message from Anchit which read …

Hey I missed being around you… Hope you are having a happy life with that bastard… How is your child(if have)… Wish you a great life ahead ….

Yogi see he messaged me on fb after around 10 long years…

Saying this she had tears in her eyes and she couldn’t control them. They rolled down her cheeks..

Ask him the number, I suggested

She sent her the message asking his number….

But no reply came, the day passed by and she havent stepped away from the computer,
Second day passed by, still no messages
Third, fourth like that the whole month but no messages…. She thought she has lost the contact with him for another seven years…

But she still is hopeful that one day he will message him…

She now seems somewhat lost … Her day starts with opening her fb and checking for his messages and ends with the same…. She has got dark circles around her eyes, by the day she hasn’t got any message she thought that she lost him but now she found him and again lost him…

Year passed by and one day she got fed up reading the same message again and again for the complete year… She closed herself in the room dropped down some wine through her throat and started shouting .. Ridaan got really scarred and rang me .. I went there…. She went mad …

Yelling all her frustration …. Can’t you forgive me, just a message , I don’t deserve this much.. I know I was at the wrong side of the river .. But you simply get aside this is what you call friendship..

Through the window hole on the wall closer to the roof I went inside and saw everything was laying down on the ground .. She thrown everything on the ground and was crying badly… I went closer to her to console her…

Yogi, dnt I deserve to be forgiven… I was mad, I know but I should get a chance to say sorry at least…

She walked towards the table and picks her laptop and was about to throw a message beeped …..

It was Anchit, his message read…

Hey baby doll 9891………… Dts my no…. Sorry for the late reply but no one here gets my phone recharged and as I m not able to walk no one even listens to me. Earlier I didn’t had the internet supporting phone . Whatever money I used to get I recharge my phone ….. Please don’t mind .. Sorry tc of yourself

After Reading the message she picked up d phone and dialed his no ….

We reached the address given by Anchit and were literally shocked after looking him….

He has lost both his legs in an accident….

How all this has happened ?? I asked him ..

It was the last day of my college I was returning back home a car hit me from the back and I fell on the divider…. I was not able to stand when a speedy truck ran over my lower half, I was there all through the night and no one came for the help n I lost enough blood .. Doctors ultimately have to knife down my legs… Till my father was alive I had no worries but after 2 years of my injury my father passed away leaving me helpless… I have enough property to live on but I couldn’t walk and couldn’t do anything .. Whatever they(brother & sister-in-law)are doing is much more…

Listening to all this Shreya ran out of the house I followed her….

What’s the deal now? I asked

You know whatever he is bearing is because of me, that night the car that hit him from behind was ours, she replied

Hey! Listen you can repent this by taking him with you or you can marry him.. I suggested .

After all the persuasions Anchit was ready to come with us to stay with Shreya..

His family was happy but pretended as if it was a shock for them…

After 2 years…

Its a happy family now.. Ridaan has got a father, Shreya got the one she deserved and repented for her mistakes and Anchit has got his life Shreya back in his life….

Shreya being a teacher attends college, Ridaan goes to school and Anchit being at home cooks for everyone…

Love never fades away… Although Shreya never told him that it was she that night who left her on the road but he knew it was her….

I always wanted you happy, I accept if separation is the cost… Love you Baby….

My Life : She Fulled it : Final Adieu

December 10, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

‘Hi this is Osheen from Mahantpur’ introduced Osheen to the new girl from Mahantpur

‘I kow you, we were together in school, BTW I am Sachi’ new girl said…

‘I was wondering, i have seen you somewhere, the reddish cheeks lightish pink lips, We are from the same village right’ Osheen said

‘Yes we are, I am here with my brother and sister, my brother has got room in your block only, can you please take care of him’

‘Surly I will, BTW someone is having an eye over me, How come you know that my room is in the Unicorns*’

(*Unicorns is the name of hostel block)

‘Warden told my father, and nothing like that ‘

Osheen started spending more time with Sachi than Tulika. At first she use to think that they are from the same place and he is doing all this just to make her comfortable, but slowly he was drifting away from her. He started liking her, even when he use to sit with Tulika, Meet and Kaifi the only topic of discussion would be ‘Sachi’.This thing was hurting Tulika and she could not digest it and one day she vomited all her frustration on Osheen without caring that he was sitting with Sachi…

‘Osheen what the hell do you think of yourself’ asked Tulika

‘Kya hua Tulika’ Osheen asked back

‘As if Tumhe kuch pta hi na ho’ replied Tulika

‘Hey wait wait, where are you going’ Tulika stopped Sachi who started walking just to give them privacy

‘Cafe’

‘This raitaa is all your dain, you want to take Osheen away from me’

‘Tulika, what are you talking about, isme Sachi ki koi galati ni hai, let her go’ interrupted Osheen

‘Hua kya hai yr’ asked Sachi

‘Lo bhenji ko pta b ni h hua kya h’

‘Tulika please come aside we will talk’ Osheen said pulling her arm.

‘Jo bat hogi yahin hogi’ interrupted Sachi

‘Look, I dont love you anymore, I love Sachi, Please understand’ Osheen Confessed

World went upside down for Tulika as well as Sachi, Sachi who was just in class 7th was thinking herself to be the reason behind Osheen & Tulika’s breakup. Tulika was all shattered, a student of class 9th who barely knows anything about relationship was undergoing breakup.It is hard for Osheen as well, He forced Tulika out of her life, and Sachi who thinks herself as the reason behind their falling apart preferred not to talk…
Whereas Meet & Kaifi were being the victim of the same as Tulika stooped talking to them as they were still projecting their friend as a good guy…

30 years later……

Among the bunch of pens in the stand, he picks up the one with the least amount of ink it.. settling down on the chair nearby, he starts writing.

“
I won’t start this letter with your name coz i couldn’t write a love letter to anyone other than you. So, my dear if you get a chance to read this, do know that this is for you. That this could never be anoyone other than you.

They say that first love doesn’t last.They say that one’s first relationship shall always break apart. But they are obviously wrong, because our first love brought us together.

When i first saw you on the bus stand while waiting for the school bus, trust me i knew one day surely I will talk to you.. that time i didnt knew the meaning of the word called love. For me love was just a word my Mma used to say while combing my hairs. For some reason that i can’t explain, you looked undeniably attractive to me. Ours was a school love, I was 14 and you were 11, not adults.

No longer kids, in between , lost, till we found each other. I know you won’t agree to this now but I fell for you before you fell for me. You have always claimed that it was love at first sight for you and while it was the same for me, I saw you first, and so I win.

When I asked you out that autumn when I turned 18 and you agreed, I almost danced in joy. I’d been in love with you for almost 4 years, by then. Oh, how difficult it was, hiding it every time you waved or smiled at me, pretending like it didn’t melt my hurt and turn my stomach into jelly. My friends hated me. They told me I was being a fool.

They said that i needed to know you better before started dating.Oh my God, you snatched the cigarette out of my lips and put my hand on your head asked me to swear never to smoke. I knew, how in recess, you always used to walk upto my class and use to have lunch with my friends, I knew u didn’t like sharing your lunchbox with anyone and Meet being too friendly used to take it daily but u never said even a single word. Knowing they are my friends.

But In thought it was wonderful to share your lunch and enjoy.You searched your friends in mine and enjoying with them leaving the rest of the world behind because they didn’t matter as long as world was right beside you. You embraced me into your world , I thot it was magical, Because my dear you were every boy’s dream. So, imagine my delight when you accepted my proposal .

Remember by birthday where almost everyone was invited from my class, Once everyone left you came near me and softly planted a kiss on my lips without even caring of Meet and Kaifi. Their Jaws were dropped as if someone was pulling their jaws and not a single word came out of their mouth.

Throughout the years we’ve argued about who loved whom more. It was one of my favourite fights because it was one that i’d wanted to lose. “Obviously I love you more” You’d say “Ask my friends” friends who were common. I’d fight back. “I love you more ask my heart” .

I didn’t think that we would work out, especially because we were both so young and naive. Some part of me doubted the possibility of this lasting forever.But the most part of me deeply wished we’d stick around together and somehow, magically, make it. And we have, my love.

One of my most vivid memories is when I asked you to marry me. It was 9th December and a beautiful sunny day.We were in our twenties, by then. You wrapped your arm around me, your lovely green dress dancing in the wind as I held onto you, fiddling with the uncomfortably high neck of my blue shirt.

Remember how we confessed our love infront of our respective parents and like any other Indian couple we had to elope. For around ten years we were in Delhi both working and when we had enough we came to this village where we have a small house with fields surrounded. You only agreed because I always wanted to spend my life in village and in the midst of fields.

We never had children because we didn’t want to share our love for each other. for the complete 30 years I kept on asking ‘If you will ever leave me alone’ and You always replied with Nothing, except death can do us apart’

I’m sitting here, writing this letter to you, wondering if you’ll ever read it. If you do, then do know that not even one word has been written without tears in eyes.

I will always love you, my dear.

and you were wrong that day, not even death can do us apart.

Yours forever,
Osheen

“

The pen is now empty and his heart, in comparison, is full. He folds the letter neatly and clutches it tightly. Getting up from the desk. He walks over to the bed where Sachi his wife is now laying. As he brushes the hair off her forehead, He realizes how the cancer has taken a toll on her.

The thirty years together have been magical but God seemed to have thought it was enough. Another tear escaping his eyes, He holds her hand and puts the letter into it. “Think that this letter is me” he says kissing her forehead. “Take it with you”. Sachi hasnt moved in over a week.

But now, with the letter in her hand his fingers in her, she squeezes them. He looks at her through his tears , feeling the pressure of her finger on his own, knowing that she has breathed his last. But what he notices is that the letter is still clutched tightly in her hand. Walking over to the window, He protects his wedding ring with his hand, knowing that he has hardly another five years left to live.

With her by his side, five years would have passed by in a flash. But now these five years will seem endless. Behind him, the door opens. Without turning, he knows its Meet and Kaifi, the only two people in the world by his side.Three of them hug and cry, knowing that this friendship shall last a lifetime.

Just like their love did.

The End

My Life : She fulled it :Change of Socety

December 5, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

After the drunk wedding episode Osheen’s parents decided to shift him to Singhania Global School, Hisar, a boarding school…. May be he will come out of the marsh he is in..

His mother’s eyes were full of tears since his birth he never slept away from her. If he had to pee he will say that too to his mother, how he will manage there, he didnot even knew how to wash underwear, whether the staff there will provide him lunch and diner on time, If some teacher here in school use to slap him the next day he/she used to face Osheen’s mother. In night Osheen use to sleep holding his mother, now if he will have some bad dream who will be there to comfort him. She was dwelled in thoughts, she never wanted him out of his sight, but she wanted him out of this swamp if sending there means, he will be out the marsh it is okay.

But on the other hand Osheen was happy inside. He can live without any fear, can smoke freely, may drink sometime and can do whatever he wants to.

Osheen reached his mother who was packing his bag for the hostel and had tears in eyes.

‘I will be okay Moma’ said Osheen wiping her tears.

‘Osheen please don’t do any such thing u did on Saanvi’s wedding, this time i saved you but now i will nopt be able to control your father, and don’t trouble anyone overthere, i don’t wanna listen that Osheen baba did this or that. You are my prince and behave like one. ‘ Instructed his mother.

The campus of Singhania Global was an eye opener. The lavish green 102 acres campus 60 kms away from the main city in the peaceful environment is a Co-Educational Institute with all the facilities students require.

‘Osheen mauj aa gyi teri to ‘ uttered Manuj his elder brother.

Osheen baba to mauj hi leta .. Said Osheen with a wink

‘Mauj vauj sab nikal jayegi jb dande padenge na pichvade pe’ said his father

‘Hmmmmm’. hummed Osheen

Anyway both brother and father left him in the hostel after chatting about his nature his likes and dislikes with the warden.

‘What was your father discussing with the warden’ asked Meet his immediate friend in SGS

‘My likes and dislikes’ said Osheen

‘As if that bhediya cares’uttered Meet

Meet was from Saharanpur and he joined SGS when he was in 1st standard.

‘ Meet come I wan you to met Osheen, Osheen is from Mahantpur and is in your class only, He will be sharing room with you and Kaifi ‘ enjoy your time boys. Bhediya left after the formal introduction.

He went up to the room arranged his shelf, The room was 1/4th of the room he was living in his village and the three beds were adjusted in that, that marely left any space in the room.

‘How many students read over here’ asked Osheen as all three were sitting after the Intros.

‘May be 10,000 or above’ said Kaifi

‘Have you not gone through the prospectus’ asked Meet

‘I did but didnot trust ‘ said Osheen.

‘Lets sleep we have class tomorow you being new may get relaxation for late coming but we will not’ advised Meet.

Next Day:

‘Guys this is Osheen from Mahantpur He is your new classmate, Be friendly with him’ said Ms Pooja as she introduced him to the whole class.

‘Osheen please take you seat’ Ms Pooja said.

‘Bhenchod, londiya b h yahan to’ Osheen said to Meet.

‘ssshhh slowly’ said Meet

‘Yr mauj kat jani h’ said Osheen

Tuje ni pta tha yahan ladkiya b padhti ha’ asked Meet

‘Na, mje bs yhi pta tha koi sada sa hostel hoga, jahan daru cigarette bajti hogi’ replied Osheen

‘bs yahi ni hota baki sb kuch hota h’ said Meet

‘Both of you please be quite’ Ms.Pooja said.

The year passed by in getting to know each other and somehow Osheen passed class 5th exams. Now he has couple of fiends here.

He being the impaired was now considered the leader of them all. Slowly and steadily Meet and Kaifi also started abusing like Osheen use to.

Osheen is now in sixth standard and now he has the license to wear full pants, in SGS upto class 5th it was compulsion that you have to wear half pants only.

He implemented its meaning as he is grown up now.

‘Abe use mat dekho tumhari bhabi h’ Osheen instructed Meet and Kaifi the very first day of the session pointing towards Tulika.

‘Fine’ Both said in unison

They started sitting on the seat next to Tulika in the third row from left of the class. But she was a topper and he was not even the topper from the bottom so a hesitation that every guy has before first proposal was there. Like that the year passed by…..

Now Osheen is promoted to class 7th but still at the same level. Used to sit beside her in the Third row from the left but without uttering a single word.

‘Yaar m tujhe kahu jaa use thapad mar de tu krdega but use bolne me fatti hai’ Meet took a pick at him

‘Vo apne jaisi ni hai yr’ defended Osheen

‘Vo mere type ki hai ‘ Kaifi comes down to the middle

‘Haan tu bda latsab h na’ Osheen said

‘tomorrow your brother is going to propose that Sweet Tulika’ Kaifi said standing and declairing

‘Dekh lenge’ Osheen and Meet said in Unison.

Its bright sunny day and the school was not even started Kaifi approached Tulika and took her aside from her friends and started talking. Meet and Osheen were standing at some distance and Osheen was all sweating with reddish face as if some one has put a lighted matchstick in his pants….

‘Ho gyi setting’ asked Meet

‘Its Kaifi’s jalwa’ Kaifi answered acting smartly.

days passed by and the same routine Kaifi use to talk to Tulika whenever he gets time like before/after school in the lunch breaks and Osheen was all burnt up in jealousy but he never tried to ask Kaifi or Tulika what was going between them. He almost stopped talking to Kaifi.

‘Hey buddy, what happened everything is normal between us na’ asked Kaifi

Huh! What do you expect’ Osheen replied annoyingly

‘I expect everything to be normal’ said Kaifi

‘It is’ replied Osheen

Kaifi started sitting beside Tulika on the same seat abd they would laugh and touch the whole day and in middle of that Kaifi would sometime wink at Osheen and Meet just to tease them.Osheen was getting very much affected by all this he started sitting at the last bench just to avoid Kaifi and Tulika. In the middle of this one day Osheen found Tulika and Kaifi by the side of water cooler.Water cooler was the place where all the couples of junior section can be found kissing. and being the juniors no one doubted them.

This whole incident took Osheen away from Kaifi. Kaifi who once use to be his best buddy now turned into
the stranger . Now, they hardly talk. As Kaifi comes to talk Osheen leaves, If both Meet and Osheen are sitting together and Kaifi comes and sits in between them than Osheen will leave and will be found sitting somewhere alone or among the smokers. Problem was not that he loved Tulika and Kaifi took her away, Infact he never loved her, he always wanted to come in between her legs… the only problem as per him was that Kaifi betrayed the friendship.

He never tried to confront Tulika or Kaifi regarding the same but he could not control him and one day he went up to Kaifi in the class while he was sitting beside Tulika and punched him hard on his face and Kaifi started bleeding there was blood and blood all over the bench and other students including Meet took him to the Medical room.

In the evening when his friends tried to ask him what actually the matter was.. He excused them..

‘That Bhenchod was tring to tease me’ said Osheen

‘I never did’ said Kaifi

‘than why daily you use to wink me while sitting with that whore’ asked Osheen

‘Dont call her a whore and I will prove that there is nothing between me and tulika’ defended Kaifi.

‘Haan dekh lenge’ said Osheen

‘Kaifi whats the matter is’ asked Meet taking him away from the others

‘nothing yr, that innocent girl likes him’ said Kaifi

‘ that wtf are you doing with her for the past one year’ asked Meet

‘She wanted that Osheen would come up and confess his love for her’ replied Kaifi.

‘Prove it’ asked Meet

‘tomorrow I willl’ said Kaifi

Next Day……

‘Hey Tulika’ shouted Kaifi from behind

‘Oh Hi! How is your nose now’ asked Tulika

Better, Meet my friends…. said Kaifi

‘Hello Meet, and you still call him a friend Monster’ Tulika Greeted Meet & Osheen.

‘Do you still want me to stay’ Osheen asked Meet

‘Please’ said Meet
‘Tulika can we talk’ asked meet

‘Sure, what about’ Tulika replied

‘Nothing just like that’ said Meet
‘Kaifi you stay over her’ asked Meet

‘Do you like Osheen’ asked Osheen taking her away from them

‘Yeah I do… But does he care about that’ Tulika asked back

‘I will make him understand, He is a good guy’ replied Meet

‘He would have been a good guy than he would have trusted his friend, but he went ahead, the first day when Kaifi interacted with me that day only he told me that Osheen likes me, but I stopped him from telling Osheen that I too like that Idiot ‘ said Tulika

‘ Fine, You go to class I will take care of them both’ said Meet

Bye! Bye! they both wished each other…..

Same day evening…

Now every thing is clear bhai, you both shake hands and hug…. I dont want any chudapa here… asked Meet

They hugged each other and Osheen said sorry…

Next Day……

‘Hi I am Osheen from your class only and I like you’ finally he uttered something in front of Tulika.

‘No you first go and beat some more students’ said Tulika

‘I am sorry for whatever has happened’ replied Osheen

finally after half an hour of arguments Tulika became normal.

Its been a complete year sice both Osheen and Tulika are together. They are together in class, canteen, library, playground and sometimes near water cooler as well…now it seems like Osheen is the synonym of Tulika and vice-versa. their friends call up Osheen and Tulika replies & same in case of Tulika… Now Kaifi has also managed to lured one of Tulika’s friend…..

Summer Holidays…..

Every one went to their homes in the vacations and Osheen managed to take Tulika’s number.. His nights are going sleepless and in the day they are chatting continuously over the messages…

After Holidays….

Class 9th….

Friends of Osheen are excited to have a glimpse of the girl from Osheen’s hometown Mahantpur….. after Osheen she is the second student from mahantpur….. She along with her siblings joined SGS during holidays only….. She is in class 7th….

Continued…..

My Life : She fulled it : The young brat

December 2, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

One Year Later:

Osheen was now turning into scamp boy. putting glass under girls seats, throwing pencils in front of their seats. He was going much ahead of his age and all was because of his friends they were much elder to him. A boy of 4th standard has found friends in class 9th and 10th. He was not even knowing what all these things meant but as his friends find it interesting he too started liking it.

If you will kiss Anaya i will give you 10 rupees said Osheen to one of his friend Bhura* from 4th standard only.

Vihaan was refereed as Bhura because of his much whiter complexion and was among his few friends from his class.

‘Rehn de yaar kyu pitva ra’ urged Bhura

‘Kuch na hora, dekh abhi krke aata hu’ said Osheen

Osheen approached Anaya and hold her by her waist and shakes her as if he was in a fighting mood. Anaya protested and tried to get released from his grip and the midst of all this Osheen planted a kiss on Anaya’s cheek.

‘dekha beta papa g ka kamal’ Osheen said it with an attitude.

although he didnt knew what actually a ‘papa’ meant. He was jus showing how great he is he can do anything. He was getting too much involved in such things, ruining his studies, wasting money even ruining himself as he started trying his hands at smoking.

the year passed by and instead of improvement Osheen was getting diluted with the inane environment he was breathing. He was in the company which can only take him towards the fall.

Now his elder brother who was keeping him away from the company of his friends left the school and was shifted to a more reputed school in the city.

He even started stealing money from his fathers pocket. He use to steal it and his so called friends use to enjoy over that. No one was there to help him from getting decomposed in that society, the only hope his brother too left.

In the midst of all his cousin Saanvi was getting married and the complete family was in no mood to leave any stone unturned so the preparations were going at war footing. While elders were busy with the preparations Osheen and his cousins were busy in discussing the dress and other enjoyments they were to take on wedding day.

But Osheen and one of his cousin Aditya had other plans for the day. Although Aditya was two and a half year elder to him but they always remained as friends since their childhood.

Finally the day come and all the relatives and friends gathered for the marriage of Saanvi. Celebrations were on cloud nine and barat was about to arrive.

Osheen and Aditya were escaping with their to some lonely place….

‘Osheen Baba has made some arrangements to make your day guys’ Osheen yelled.

Osheen has arranged booze for friends and himself. After drinks they all went to the party area and started dancing and his brother smelled something foul…………

Continued…..

My Life: She fueled it

November 10, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

It has been around one month since my last post and in this span of 30 days a lot has happened in my life. Dont worry guys I am not here to tell you the story of a failed engineer. But something which is in my heart since I was in 2nd year of my engineering. Hope you will like it.

This is the story of a middle class boy ‘Osheen’. Osheen was being shifted from his village school to a convent in town and he along with his brother were quite excited about the change going to happen. He was feeling like King and was looking himself in the mirror…

“Now Osheen Baba will speak English like City Boys do Hey how are you do” Osheen speaks extending his hand towards the mirror. Blushing

Now finally the day came when his mother was helping Osheen in getting ready for the school. He has got the admission in St Angelo Convent School, Mahantpur in class 1st(the same he passed in village).

“Mma old hoing” said Osheen

“Abi to School gya bhi nahi hai or Angrezzi jhad rha hai” said his Mom

“Osheen Osheen chal jaldi bus nikal jayegi” Shouted his brother

They were standing at the stop and Osheen’s eyes got stuck to a cute, reddish complexioned face with lightish pink lips of a girl of upper KG ..

By the time they reached school Osheen’s eyes were struck to the girl only. He was unaware of everything but just the girl.

“Chalo Chalo jaldi karo” shouted Driver, thats when Osheen realised that they reached School.

“Chalo Utro, pehla din hai na jao naye naye dost banao” driver said waiving hand over Osheen’s Head thinking thye little boy must be nervous.

“Uncle Dost ni Friends” said Osheen

“haan haan friends” said driver

Osheen was walking beside her as the cue progressed they both were walking side by side without even looking at each other.

Standing beside her in the prayer without even looking at her.

Teacher Ms.Poonam asked him to sit on the front desk with the topper of the class Akshat.

Osheen’s class was third from last and that of the girl was last in the same row. And Osheen was sitting just close to the door and can see everyone passing through the corridor.

He was looking out of the door when he saw the same girl walking down the corridor. He immediately took permission from the class teacher and followed the girl to the Tap. No even a single word he spoke but was waiting for her to un-Occupy the tap, while there was no one on the other taps still he was behind her.

He drank water from the same tap. The things continued like this for the next 6-7 months….

He use to travel by the bus looking at her… use to walk behind her in the que … use to follow her to the tap area….. just simply looking at her …..

Than one day the girl didnt come, the day passed by

another day she didnt came, Osheen became a little restless

third day she didnt appeared, and it was announced that the girl met with an accident while crossing road….

Osheen couldnt hear the name but he understood that the girl met accident was reddish complexioned, lightish pink lips girl with whom he use to travel …. behind whom he use to walk… beside whom he use to stand in the line.. who he use to follow everywhere….

Osheen went into deep sadness as someone has plucked the flower of his life…..

Continued…….

Liberal and Educated

September 12, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

I am in a relationship with a girl for the past 4 years and as per the stats I m really a good bf(as per her) but trust me i was never good enough i had relationships with other girls(apart from her) I just knew one thing and that how to lay down a girl and on the other hand my gf was very much serious(I too but only serious). She never went out with her friends if I denied. She was doing everything as per my wish what to wear what not to wear whom to talk, everything. She was being devoured by her so called Indian values. My life was perfect dating 2-3 gals at a time.

one day while going through the headlines of a national daily my eyes struck at one of the headlines it was “ARE YOU LIBERAL AND EDUCATED ENOUGH” as an engineering student my curiosity raised towards over the word liberal mentioned over there. It was about how we Indians treat women some see them as a machine which provides babies, some as slaves, some as maids and the worst one are those who think that they are born only to satisfy a Man’s desire. after going through all this a came to a conclusion that somewhere I too was the same. I wanted my gf to be the perfect but even i was not perfect.

‘Do for others just what you want them to do for you’ rightly said by saint Luke. The same thing happened My gf lied to me while she was watching movie with her friends and I was told that she is in her hostel. We broke up. And she made me habituate to her, Now any gal I was trying to make out was going away from me. Don’t know what was wrong with me? Whether i have forgotten the art of luring gals or the ghost of my gf was haunting me.

I was thinking that it is only me who is so restless but later I found that she was still very much in love with me. During the breakup period I came to know the true meaning of being LIBERAL AND EDUCATED .by God’s grace we are together now but, now I don’t feel the need to enquire about where she is what she is doing, what she has to wear what not to wear. Now, She has her personal space. Its not that being away from her for around 6 months transformed me, but now I know that she too is a human being and she has the right to do everything she wants.

One more incident that makes me feel ashamed of being a man is of last year when I was shifted to Bulandshahr a district in west of UP. I was standing at the Bus stop waiting for someone with my colleague, We saw a man was brutally thrashing his wife in front of the whole world just because she went on to meet her parents. Didn’t she had the right of visiting her parents after? And when she protested he shouted at him saying that ‘he is gonna tear of her genitals’. He only stopped when other other people standing over there came to her rescue. Was this behavior an appropriate one?? I am sure he must have beaten her up once reaching home.

Today we see a gal with a mini skirt we think that she is inviting us. But sorry guys its not an invitation its her worse luck that she is born in such a country where wearing shorts is concluded as an invitation or she is given a noun and that too ‘a slut‘. Who said wearing shorts makes you a slut. A gal wear shorts only because she likes it or she feels comfortable in it, and above all these things she is born in an Independent country where she has the right to wear whatever she wants.

I have a simple question CAN A BOY GO AND SIT IN A CLASS OF 50 GIRLS? My answer will be no.. coz i don’t have have that much courage not only me but 90% of boys will deny(10% being exceptions). Ask the same question to a girl and she will readily agree to this as they are much more stronger than we males are.They just hesitate to show that.

By the end I request you guys please stop ill-treating gals they are here to beautify your lives.

Secularism

August 23, 2014 / Forever / 0 Comments

Well we live in a country where everyone claims that we are secular…. But are we?? I don’t think we are.. We fight for our personal matters and when things goes out of our hand we transform that into religious violence and just for the sake of their own benefits some morons try to utilize that. But we have never thought by the end of the day who is at the losing end?? Its us the politician who is using us in creating violence will contest the elections and will sit over our head on the name of religion for the next five years and all we will have is broken roads, no electricity and no facilities and what that politician will have? We have never thought about that about our future what it is going to be? A politician in his/her term of five years makes around 1 crore of rupees and in my 22 Years of life I have never seen a politician who is spending his/her life as a middle class family spends. The last MLA of my constituency spends his life in a lavish environment. One day I got to enter in his house and the next Moment I was wondering whether I was in some Kings Palace.. Where that money has come from obviously he has not earned it.. and still we are following him if he is asking us to cut off the heads of people just because they belong to the different community than we are blindfoldly following him.. We are secular that is in our National song as well.. Outside India we can live with a person from other nation as well but inside India i don’t what happens to us.. Because of some antisocial elements we keep on blaming the whole community..

‘If you want respect please learn to respect’ that is what my parents taught me I respect all the religions. According to Hindu’s Cow should be worshiped But Muslims are butchering them. If our Muslim brothers stop slaughtering Cows than half of the problem is solved. On the other hand if our Hindus Brother stop treating them as they are from some other country than the problem will bw sorted out by upto 90%.

The problem is not only restricted to communities but statewise also it persists. Like sometimes before marathis were killing people from the northern part of India justNorth Indians were employed there.. I just have a simple question… Indians were brutally killed or beaten up in Australia some time before and the whole nation Mourned for that.. If we are not safe in our own country than why should we expect security from other nations..

I am jus unhappy with the environment our elders have given us and request my fellows .. Lets come together and build an environment in which we can live peacefully and air which smell violence free..