Saturday, September 7, 2013

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

As years pass by……its only inevitable that some friends come closer……some move away……while few remain exactly the same……
As I look back……these last four and a half years have given me a lot of things…..but if I were to choose that one thing I cherish the most……it has to be the memories……the moments……the times when I laughed so much that my jaws ached……the times when I was so happy that there were tears in my eyes……the times when we danced like idiots……the times when we used to talk through the night…..laugh…..argue….cry…..pour our hearts out……the times when we played cricket……in the rain…..sometimes the whole night……watched movies together…made Staplerman….made fun of each other……or sometimes even of our ownselves…..
It would be very unfair on my part not to thank the people who have given me these memories…..so this is me……just saying……I’m so lucky that I met you……



Aditya Bharadwaj – most of the people in our college don’t know him that well…..lets start by saying….he is different…..he is multi talented…he is funny…..and he is an awesome friend. He is a kind of person you can rely upon for anything. I cant tell you how lucky I’m that he was roll no. 2.we were together for 4 and a half years…in clinics…..in practs…..in tutorials……in seminars…...and we never faced any problem……not a tiny bit…..the comfort level we shared with each other prevented any kinda misunderstanding……..his jokes made sure that I was laughing half of the time…..and his cool and calm nature made sure that I was also tension free whenever he was around…..and yes he is an amazing cricketer…..a state level player…..and a national level poetry and essay competition winner……that’s why I said earlier…..he is different.



Aditya Sithamraju – if I were to use only one word to describe him……it would most definitely be……gentleman…..a true gentleman.

Our broship started in 2nd year……and I truly regret that we didn’t talk much in 1st year…..but once we started bonding in 2nd year……there was no looking back……and now…..after final year……I can say it has been both an honor and pleasure to have such a true friend.

They say trust is the base of every relation and aditya is a type of person you can trust with 100% surety….. we had an awesome 4.5 years together…….we studied together in lib…watched movies…played cricket in the rain……battled in modern warfare……watched and discussed breaking bad and big bang together…...had road trips…..even played vish amrit in the compound of mac d at 2 o clock in the night 120 kms from our college……but the best part was my surprise b’day party at his house……and the heart to heart talk we had in the pediatrics night posting.


A Raveena – a rare mixture of beauty and simplicity……. bharadwaj, shitamraju, raveena and I were together for almost around 20 clinical postings……at first we…..guys were worried about a girl being in our unit……but she was different…..she was sincere……helpful…..punctual…..straight forward……and studious…….no doubt she faced a lot of problems because of us(especially case sheets and journal submission and of course my pjs) but we guys never had a problem because of her…..In final year whichever department she went……she had a fan following with a suffix ……kar or…….gar.
Jokes apart……I think she is the only girl in our batch……about whom I’ve never heard a single bad statement from anyone in 4.5 years.


Anjali Khanna – I got to actually know her when we were posted together in labour room. She made it so easy for both bharadwaj and me. After hearing about all the mini wars that took place in labour room even between the best of friends……I can safely say ours went incredibly smooth……all thanks to anjali. And of course she was the star of the labour room while she was there…….and everyone had only one name on their lips……Anjaaaaali…….especially the male pgs;-)


Ankita Gharge – Our famous cultural Secretary…….to know how famous she is……you should have a look at the number of likes she gets at every pic she uploads on facebook. Despite all that there is not a even of arrogance in her. In fact she has been very very helpful. lets just say we would not have been able to take half of the cases in clinics if she was not there to help us.


Ankur Khanna – Ankur khanna……the name is a synonym to hardwork……determination and kindness……its just so inspiring……to see……how devoted he is to he is to his goals…..how distraction is just a useless word to him……how he balances work and spirituality……and how despite all this he has time to help anyone and everyone who needs it……



Ankur Mittal – I still remember the first time I met him(chhate waali shirt). And how instantly we clicked. And now 4.5 years later we understand each other so well that we don’t even need to say things…..its just understood…..in fact there have been times when mittal said…..chal abhishek mein tere se ek question poochta hoon….and I was like……mittal jo tu poochne waala hai uska answer ye hai……and this has happened many times…..aur “jo tu soch raha tha mein bhi exactly wo hi soch raha tha”, “apan dono ki soch kitni milti hai” ye lines toh I don’t know kitni baar repeat ho chuki hai.

Ek baar jab Mittal aur mein baat karna shuru karte the to bus………irrespective of the type of topic…..raat ki kab subah ho jaati thi pata hi nahi chalta tha…..

He has been an incredible room mate……exam k time me sabse chill room humara rehta tha…..all thanks to mittal. We have laughed together…..cried together……studied together especially biochem in 1st year, forensic in 2nd year, psm in 3rd year and obg in final year……everybody used to be so jealous ki jab apan dono saath me padhte hain to syllabus itni jaldi kaise khatam ho jaata hai……all thanks to mittal……
Exams se pehle gaane gaaye hain…….dance kiya hai……ghantoon baatein kari hain…….aur jab bhi exam ka tension hota mittal was always ready with full proof plan ki hum kaise pass honge. And not to forget hum dono ne mil ke jo ion waalon ki band bajjayi hai.



Anshul Goel – Bhai iske bare me mein kya kahoon…..hum dono ko paagalpanti karte hue to poore campus ne dekha hi hai. Iske karan meri kitni izzat down hui hai mein kya bataoon. Jokes apart……lets start by saying that he has been the source of inspiration for me……seeing him studying for hours on end……made me put that extra effort……in fact I’m not sure if I would have picked up robbins in 2nd year or harissons in 3rd year if he would not have been there……he has been a true friend and I truly respect him as a person……thoda kaala hai……in fact bahot kaala hai……aur jab pink tshirt pehen k –as Rohit would say – Suar jaisa mu banata hai to maa kasam man karta hai pakad k bahot maarun……aur aisa hum sabne kaafi baar kiya bhi hai……his phoolon waali shirts are famous or shall I say infamous throughout the campus……

we have great level of understanding…….in fact humare jokes pe sirf hum dono hi hanste hain wo bhi aadhe aadhe ghante tak……bcoz no one really understands it……like our javed akhtar jokes……or lorazepam jokes……or kya shaadi k aage zindagi hi nahi jokes…….and many others……

Library me humne itna tp kiya hain ki kya bataun…..lib me hi kyon…..in fact har jagah…..like jai jai ho shambhu baba……stapler man…..do dhaari talvaar dance in front of path lecture hall……playing 50 games of pocket tanks in a row…..watching big bang tohether…..or raat se leke subah 7 bajetak baat karna…..

humne saath me kaafi time spaaand kiya hai…breakfast, lunch and dinner bhi mostly hum saath hi karte the unless humme se koi Dhokha de de…lol…..infact some ppl call us gay partners also……but if it was one thing I had to thank him about……it would be for making me laugh so much……and if I had one complaint to make……it would be not teaching me phaynx in 1st year…..toxoplasmosis in 2nd year……and paraplegia in final year.

P.S – Most of it is written in hindi coz ye English movie bina hindi subtitle k nahi dekhta…..:-P




Ursula Amelia Jean D’costa –I hope I have spelled it right.the two names I always have problem remembering fully are Dumbledore’s and hers. Interestingly Harry potter was the first topic we ever talked about after our first trip in college…..thats where we first met……not to forget she and likhitha were my charlie’s angels……shielding me from unknown dangers throughout the trekking…..it wouldn’t be totally  wrong if I say she my first crush in college…….unfortunately things didn’t work out :-p…….but today…..even after 4.5 years……she is one of the few ppl……who still laugh on my pjs……She is smart…..she is fun and she holds a PhD in copying signatures…..and boy……doesn’t she run fast……pakka Olympic material I’d say…….

Shruti Arya – She is a teddy bear…..as cute and as loveable…..but it doesn’t take seconds for her to turn into a kung fu panda if a) you speak anything against Punjab or Punjabis b)if someone occupies her seat in library and c) if somehow she is not able to see a Punjabi movie.

She is a two year old chhota sa bacha at heart and like a child’s love knows no bound for her mother…..the same way she loves the people she actually loves unconditionally. I’ve seen her defying all limits when it comes to caring for her loved ones.

She is one of the few people I respect in my life. She lost her father in the 2nd year of college, a father so loving that he was more a friend than a father……she came back expecting a lot from a lot of people but things didn’t turn out the way she had expected……as they say……adversity is the biggest test of friendship…….but she didn’t surrender……she managed her studies…….she managed her family…….she managed her financial affairs……she managed shifting from Amritsar to jalandhar……and what not……its not that she didn’t cry……she cried every single day……but alone……not in front of her mother…….not in front of her sister……not in front of the world…….for them she put forward a brave face……

Even during this unimaginably harsh time for her……she was there to console me……make me happy……listen to my problems……when I was going through a tough time. Not only me…..be it Mittal…..Ayant…..Nikita…….Mausam or anyone who she considers a good friend, she was there to listen to them……comfort them in their times of trouble…….but she cried alone……never let anyone feel the depth of sorrow she was in.

She is a true Punjabi……fun…..full of laughter……adventure and love. She is an awesome company. Its impossible to get bored when you are with her. She is not afraid to call a spade a spade……and of course she is the most awesomest cook……if you eat her parathas in the morning……I guarantee you nothing can go wrong with you throughout the day…….her pulao and chicken curry……if made public will shut down niyaaz in one day…….and her gajar ka halwa is something I can actually kill for……

She definitely has some superwoman gene in her……or else I dunno how she manages so many things……compromise is a word she seemed to have deleted from her dictionary…….one of the most precious memory that I have of our college life is the surprise birthday party she arranged last year with the help of anshul and aditya a fortnight before our 1st internals……it was just perfect…….every single thing about it……..she knows what makes me happy…….in fact she is one of the few persons who know me better than I know myself….



Ayesha Master – She is smart…..she is intelligent……she is beautiful……and she asks a lot of questions. She has been a good friend and a victim of my pjs. She is genuine……. friendly…..helpful…..sincere and is focused towards her goal. I remember when she first came to our college……all our seniors’ most important goal in life had suddenly changed to…….somehow getting her phone number. Even today she is big fan following…….including……pgs……seniors……juniors….. and batchmates……I just wish someday…..somehow I could learn to walk like her…..;-)

Rishikesh Hanji –kya to bhi bolo nakko ji….. he is the youngest of all of us…….and yet he is the most mature of all of us. When he works for college……he makes sure that the events as big as The Trinity go on as smoothly as one can possibly imagine…….when he studies he sits in the library till he actually has a gluteal abscess…….and when he is having fun……he laughs so hard and loud that one can hear it from outside the campus……The whole campus knows him……from the registrar to the peon…….but you’ll not find even a hint of arrogance in him……he is always there to help his friends and guide his juniors…..he was the best general secretary JNMC ever had……. And if you really want to learn how to be responsible………he’s the man to look up to…..

Shivali Agrawal – ….she is sweet……she is cute….she is caring……she is lovable…..she is a total sister material……lol
I’ve studied for more than two years with her in the library and I can tell u that she is really smart as well as intelligent. in library her concentration (in fact whole of the reading room’s concentration) was disturbed by only one thing…….her repeated bouts of sneezes.

I remember how used to say after every two hours of studying…..Abhishek mere ko gawar banna hai……and how she loved pighla hua dairy milk.

She is full of potty jokes and strangely enough she is a cleanliness freak too…..you should at least once see – what I like to call – “Raakshas waali hansi”. Ek baar jab wo hasna shuru karti hai(it strictly has to be a very bad pj) to sirf mu se nahi…..poore body se hasti hai….aas pass waale log(mein) dar jaate hain….aur agar ise chalte chalte hasa diya to she will go round and round the same place making a 360  degree circle till she is laughing. But I love it when she laughs…..it makes me happy.

She is damn creative and the photo frame she made for me hangs in front of my bed so that I can see it everyday and the comic that she made for me I have read it so many times . She loves dancing and to watch her dance on stage is an absolute pleasure. She is indeed a gudiya as her father calls her……the only complain I have that I never got the aalu ka bhujiya she promised me…..;-)



Tanvi Gaba – The dancing Queen.
I remember the first time I met her in dissection hall…..she asked me…..do you know the disease caused by the deficiency of GABA. Today if she asks me asks me the same question…..my answer would be…..deficiency of Gaba is synonymous to deficiency of fun…..she is full of entertainment……you cant get bored with her……

I remember on our Mahabaleshwar trip……Anshul & I made a lot of fun about her nose while eating and didn’t let her burger in Mac D….. But the thing I’ll never forget in my lifetime was the song she sang on my birthday……Since I made a pinki promise with her so I cant tell u the details but it was a really unique & memorable gift:-P

Two advices…..First…..Never box with her……I tried once in Mahabaleshwar and it still hurts……And second make sure she is not in your team when you play paint ball;-)

Shambhu – my darling…..official campus star….cultural sec…..kannada balga general sec……our own Singham. His room was our adda. whenever we used to get bored, me and anshul always use to go to his room…..and the things we did in his room……were like the most stupidest and funniest things I ever did in college……like that guitar and song belgavi yaad rehnu…..or that dance we did for him…..we hate u like we love u shambhu baba…..or reading kannada stories to him…..i remember once we made him laugh so hard that he had to actually leave his lunch midway and he literally ran to his room and locked it…..His punch lines are awesome and I still remember the one he said on Arjun’s b’day…..His bike and my laptop were like our common property and we have a very secret bangla connection….lol



Sandeep Thacker – We became close in 2nd year when he had lost his tika and started riding Avenger…..In fact there was a joke circulating in the campus those days…..it was like……In a score of 0 to Sandeep Thacker, how much have you changed:-p

But let me tell you, he was and is an awesome guy…..smart, intelligent, hard working, friendly and  always ready to lend a hand to whoever needs it. It actually used to amaze me that how he managed to be so good in studies while also doing a nationally acclaimed ICMR level project and at the same time being an active NSS member and then also he always had time for his friends. And I forgot to mention the no. of charity events he has almost single handedly organized and how he was the first person on blood bank’s speed dial …..arranging blood whenever they had an emergency.

We shared a great level of understanding and in fact our matching frequency was the base of our two organizations…… ABA and NDDP. We had a lot of fun especially when he moved to our hostel. I remember how mittal, he and I used to study together in my room and how final year had become so easy and fun. i still have that na jaane mere  before psm internal waala video and it makes me laugh like crazy whenever I watch it. Our Goa trip was the most awesomest trip ever or even our road trip was equally amazing

 how can I forget…..he was our wing’s morning alarm…..in fact we all owe half of our morning attendance to him…….. And his C…. no. 1,2 & 3 rating…..:-p

Ayant Manglik – The Jamboti man or The Dandeli Man or some of us know him as The DON’T man.
I know him from the very first day of our college and since then we have been great friends……being there for each other through the good and the bad times. He is like the magnet of our group…..keeps everyone together.he is our official trip organizer and 90% of our trips have become a reality solely because of him. He takes care of everyone…..i remember how he fought for me with apporva or took care of mausam when she was sick or shruti when she needed a friend the most or Arjun whenever he lost his cool or was just lost:-p
What impresses me most about him is his confidence and his versitality.He has been the cultural secretary, a dancer,an anchor,part of debate, extempore and what not. In fact he was one of the key persons behind the success of Trinity and the reason I joined council in 3rd year.



Rohit Anand – what brought was close was our common background……and our mutual interest in cricket, dental girls and exclusively non veg food. I remember one time……in a food fest in belgaum…..we ate around 10 different types of chicken and were still hungry for more but sadly the shops had closed for the day……and the kfc bucket we ate in b’lore…… Shruti, Rohit and I(The Saturday Night Partners) were the regular customers of niyaaz or Habba every Saturday and there we used to have loads of fun……I remember how on Risikesh’s sister’s wedding……we intentionally wore the exact same clothes from shirt to socks…… We have been on lots of trips together but our 1st boys only Goa Trip & the Jamboti  trip were the most awesome ones. I remember how on the night before every trip…..he used to be like ……I’m definitely not going……and how we had to coax and persuade him to come with us……

He is a hard working and intelligent guy and I think the only thing that used to actually trouble or bother him was sony reddy getting more marks than him: -P.and how can I forget to mention the amazing experience I had working with him in the literary team…..


Hitesh Goyal  – The Official “ladies’ man” of our batch……Be it Belgaum or Delhi…..apne Hitesh ka jaadu har jagah chalta hai…..poore campus me shayad hi koi ladki ho(PGs included) jo Hitesh ko na jaanti ho……Even in Delhi, he is surrounded by girls offering him tea/coffee.

He is a really good person by heart with a very sharp brain and an equally good clinical acumen. He is the only person I know who can sleep for hours before exam and still pass with good marks.




Arjun Verma – Bhai isne mere ko bahot bhagaya hai: –P……My 1st year roommate and my 1st friend in JNMC……he is a very caring person…..pure at heart. I know he is a workaholic but when he parties after exams…..there is no stopping him. I still remember the debate he won in 1st year and the awesome party we had after that……or the jahnda ooncha rahe humara……how I used to write song lyrics for him……how facing his fast bowling was actually a terror for us……his perfect Yorkers……the KFC bucket in B’lore……his eternal attachment for the DIL SE title song…..our final year Goa Trip…..his Ist letter “The Fabulous Four”…… and the time he made pasta and Maggie for us.

He is one of the few persons who actually took cases in clinics and I really believe he will be a great doctor and make our college and us proud.



Mausam Maru – My Cosec from Kandivali and the official ATM(Any time Mausam) of JNMC. I met her in our 2nd college trip and we instantly clicked. We have been really good friends since then. She is one of the most confident…..daring…… bindaas girl I’ve ever met……No tensions……always ready for masti…..You can actually learn….. how to live in present from her. She has great leadership qualities and always played a central role in all the events in JNMC…..Her energy is infectious and that’s why her enormously wide friend circle includes everyone…..be it seniors…..juniors…..or even teachers. She is a very caring person and remembers even the smallest of details about the people she actually cares about.

Priyanka Agrawal – The girl with a golden heart. This sentence precisely describes what she is…..
She celebrates with you in your good times and stands by you in your tough times…….is always ready to help anyone and everyone who needs it……knows her social responsibilities……fights against injustice…..is an amazing orator…..but is obsessed with train tickets:-p

Knowing her and being her friend is something I’ll always cherish……she is one of the few people I know…..who will listen to you…..understand you…..solve your problems…..without judging you…..



Likhitha – or fondly known as likhithaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.You see the reason behind adding so many ‘a’ is……the no. of ‘a’djectives required to describe her…..

I remember we first met in our Amboli trip and she and Ursula(My Charlie’s Angels) shielded me for unknown dangers while trekking. After that whenever we used to be together……we always had an awesome time….. I don’t know know whether it were my jokes or there was something wrong with my face…..she would always be giggling…..whenever she was around me.

And don’t even get me started on her fb pics……they are just so unbelievably, incredibly, exceptionally awesome:-p




Shruti Dharwarkar – Dharu or our sports secretary…..She is unique blend of beauty and grace…..and add to that her innumerable sports certificates……unending patience and the awesome chicken she and Ursula cooked……you have an almost perfect combo……

She is one of the few people who still laughs on my pathetic pjs……I remember how she laughed for so long when I told her that Chalao na NANO se baan joke. The Final year goa trip……the 6 of us had is one I will cherish for a long time.



Seshendra – Seshe . He is someone to whom you can talk on literally any topic and when he is around…..you can never get bored. He knows how to make a person comfortable and is a very friendly person. Working with him in Trinity was a splendid experience as he is always ready with new and innovative ideas ……

Naren – Our class representative. Famous among juniors as Naren sir. He is smart…..he is talented….he is intelligent…..he is funny……and he is the heartthrob of JNMC.
There is never a dull moment when you are with him…..in fact whenever I used to get bored in lib…..i went to his table for rescue…..We had an incredible time working together in Trinity.



Ghazala – I like to call her shabeen……She is the cutest girl of our batch and looks even cuter when she wears pochu or says “24” in hindi……I always used to irritate her by asking  what is there on her forehead. I still remember……. when we asked her what she wants on her 1st b’day in JNMC…..she said IMLI ka peir and how we laughed so much…..how anshul and I used to irritate her in library…..how we used to console each other when any one of us used to be sad……our Anshul ka Spects Mission…..the black tshirt and card she gifted me on my b’day……and our awesome Bangalore – Mysore trip.


Apoorva – The official kareena kapoor of our batch……I met her through shivali just before dp holidays when she joined our batch. She is a fun loving, caring yet bindaas girl who knows what she wants in life…..she is an incredible dancer and rocks the stage whenever she dances. I will always remember her for the hill top and dhaba trip she organized for me in 2nd year.

I wish Vicky and her all the happiness in their life….


Monday, August 30, 2010

I don’t know why…but I looked at my watch. The angle between the hands of my watch or rather the absence of it told me it was 12 ‘o clock. Though a simple fact… It was hard to believe this.

I was standing in the ‘middle’ of ‘it’. I’m using the word ‘middle’ because I don’t know where it started and where and whether it was going to end and I’m using the word it because I really don’t know what would be an apt replacement for the word it here. Could it be pandemonium… chaos…destruction…end of the war…or maybe the word end itself would be most suitable replacement.

They say we had been warned about this. But even if we weren’t. Wasn’t it damn obvious that eventually this would happen? The way we had been tormenting nature, testing its tolerance limits…Wasn’t it obvious, that one day she would get back at us, and when she does…she’ll show us our real place…show us what happens when you literally ask for nature’s wrath. Unfortunately, I was witnessing it...

All I could see around me was dust, smoke, fire, dead people, dying people, scared people. I could see death inching towards me…not slowly but yeah definitely…steadily. Water …huge waves of water engulfing everything that came in its way was heading towards me. I knew that the end was near. Even though I could see from my own bloody eyes, it was hard to believe this. I had so much to do…so much to see…so much to learn…so many dreams to fulfill…mine…my parent’s…my family’s. But then it was all going to end like this. Ironically, 12’o clock – the start of the day as some would call it – was going to bring the end of my days. The huge waves – the monster – engulfed me like I was a minuscule insect.

It was almost impossible to accept that these would be the final

moments of my life. Soon I would just be a memory...everything I was... or had ever been...or would ever be...was ending. I fought hard to hold my breath but finally gave up…Water poured into my lungs…The pain was unimaginable. And then it was all dark. Was I dead? But if I was…how could I hear this noise…and this voice…a man’s voice. Maybe I’m in heaven…or hell. No it must be heaven, I wasn’t that bad. Hey the guard of the heaven looks familiar. I think I know him.

Uth jaa saale class nai jaana kya”, said my roommate and I finally realized that all of it was just a dream. I opened my eyes, sat on my bed and pinched myself. Even though it was quite evident to me that what I was seeing right now was real, it was hard to believe that the dream I just had was just a dream and not real.

I didn’t go to class that day…nor did I go back to sleep. But instead I sat on my bed and thought.

I thought…

The only thing certain about this life is…death, that one day…it is all going to end. And unfortunately the most uncertain thing is when. Recently, there were rumors that the world is going to end on 21st December 2012. You know it’s a

great thing if we for sure knew that world is ending on an exact or precise date. Then it would be like we have these many days in hand and these many things to do. But sadly – in the current scenario – we have no idea when are we going to take our last breath. It could be 50 years from now…or 5 years…5 months…5 days…5hours or maybe just 5 minutes. We don’t know and we have no means of knowing either. So whatever time we have remaining on this planet…why not live it in the best way we can.

I mean why hurt somebody we love when we don’t know whether we would even get a chance to apologize. Why be bad to someone when we don’t know whether we would have a chance to make up to him/her. Why not be a part of some good work…make someone happy…make a difference in someone’s life…bring smile to someone’s face…be a support for someone who really needs it…make the people who love us proud… when we have the opportunity. Why leave it for tomorrow or some other day when we are not sure that day is even gonna happen.

Somebody once said – and that somebody I’m referring to is not priyanka chopra in anjaana anjaani – that live each moment as if it were your last. So that if suddenly on some random fine day…death knocks at your door and you stare into its cold hollow eyes as you take your last breath...you don’t regret that shit I shouldn’t have done this or I should’ve led a better life or I should have been better to my parents or blah blah blah but instead you should think that whatever short or long life I had…I lived it the way I should have…I have no regrets…and yeah I’m damn proud to be ME.

So finally when I stood up after this long thought process and looked at myself in the mirror…a new me was looking back at me and the old…careless me was dead and gone…

P.S. – A great man once said…It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had. So If I were to sum up this whole thing in one sentence it would be…Dude THE TIME IS NOW!!!

Now that's me getting a bit philosophical.Actually I always wanted to be a philosphologist if there is a term like that.Anyways please readers donot forget to leave your comments on how you felt about the blog.Thank u.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

PART III.....THE DATE

THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTITIOUS AND RESMBLANCE TO ANY LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL


“Tell me your secrets… &

Ask me your questions...

Oh lets go back to the start..”

These lines are from one of my favorite songs “The Scientist”. It’s really true. Isn’t it.I mean nothing is as exciting and as thrilling as the start of a relationship.

Later on..the love Is still there and in most of the cases it is many times stronger also…but the excitement..the thrill…the enthusiasm…..they all take a backseat.Ppl will say its kind of obvious also as so many responsibilities come up and they have to keep up with them..

But as I see it…Its like, one starts taking things for granted and is not grateful for what he or she has..The person feels…come on yaar..its not that necessary…he/she is mine only and puts these things down at the bottom of his priority list.And once it goes down there, it doesn’t take much of a time for it to be completely thrown out of the priority list.This is the only logical conclusion I can think of….as I mean….even the busiest person in this world will have…..few minutes in a day…just to remind her how lovely she is looking or how much lucky he is, to have her…..few minutes in a week to stop his car and buy some flowers for her….few minutes in a month to buy a surprise gift for her.These moments…when she smiles while you praise her….when she cries while you remind her of the old days…the moments you’ve spent together…the look of surprise on her face when you get a gift for her….precisely these moments are one of the very few things that make this life worth living.

As usual.. I got deviated from the main topic…the thing for which you’ve been reading this blog, the main plot and not for this unlimited philosophical bakwaas. Actually what I wanted to convey through the above paragraphs is that…in this part of my blog, I’ll tell you people about the most exciting & thrilling part of our male lead’s life i.e. start of the first relationship of his life.

Einstein once said that love cannot be explained in terms of physics and chemistry. I don’t know whether he was right or wrong but one thing I’m sure about is that….that physics and chemistry certainly appeared inexplicable to me that day.I was not able to solve a single question but strangely there was a constant smile on my face.”Strange” was the word which everyone meeting me since afternoon described my behavior as.But none of them knew that I had two big reasons to smile.The first one was that Shandilya had finally opened his mouth to say something simple,straight and productive(of course it was not before loads of begging and a samosa treat).According to him the girl I liked…miraculously liked me too and there were rumours in the institute that she was going to propose me on 14th feb.Now that made things much simpler for me.And the second reason was….Damn it! For the first time in my life…I was in LOVE…….and that with a girl who also liked me.I thanked god because I knew only he can create miracles like these.

Shandilya finally introduced us to one another and then thankfully stepped away.It was an awkward moment for both of us.we both knew we liked each other(courtesy Shandilya) but I don’t know why we were waiting for the other one to express it.We talked for a while…just the usual boring things like about classes,institute,PMT,tests..But surprisingly,these boring things seemed to be the most interesting things I had ever talked about.It was like…She couldn’t say anything wrong…she couldn’t do anything wrong. I know it feels a bit odd to hear all this and if any of my friends had told me this, I would have made great fun of him.But then love is not something which can be understood by watching movies or reading novels…Its something which can only be…..experienced.

Unfortunately the bell rang just a few seconds after we had started talking.Maybe it was just a few seconds or maybe it was like I felt as if time had passed so quickly because I didn’t want it to pass at all.My wrist watch supported the second theory.

Unwillingly…we left for our respective classes.One of the many good things of our apparently brief talk was that…we had exchanged our mobile nos. and that opened a whole new world of opportunity.When I reached the classroom my friends started teasing me but I was way too busy in my own dream world to hear them and moreover my eardrum refused to give entry to these rude, harsh voices after it had heard such a gentle sweet and musical voice just a short while ago.

After reaching home, I sat on my bed…took the mobile in my hand…fixed my eyes on the screen…and started waiting for her call or message.When after few hours of waiting…nothing happened, I couldn’t control myself and messaged her “Hi”. Five secs later, her reply came…”Hi…was waiting for your message”.Ist message led to the 2nd…2nd to the 3rd…and finally messages led to calls…calls to hours and hours of talking and which finally led to….no pocket money in my pocket.There is a famous sms joke which goes like this…When do you really know that you’re in love?The answer is…when you start looking for the cheapest mobile plans.So,here I was in the streets, looking for the cheapest mobile plans.Though none of them seemed cheap enough and the T&C were too complicated to understand, I finally settled for the one which the retailer told me was the cheapest.

After two weeks of all night long talks, we decided that we should meet somewhere outside the institute…somewhere we could sit and talk without disturbance.It was damn risky as there was a long list of mine and her relatives in the city and in the end as we all know girls always get the benefit of doubt…and the boy..Well he becomes the topic of doubt…but then I was ready to risk my life for a date with my dream girl.

So, finally the day arrived. I bathed..dressed up..applied loads of perfume..combed my hair and looked in the mirror for the 25th time.When I was totally convinced that..whatever I do…I can’t look any better than this, I left for the decided restaurant. I reached there 15 mins early and she arrived exactly at time.When she entered the restaurant, I just couldn’t stop staring at her.She was looking extremely beautiful. I tried to stand up but my sensory and motor systems were not supporting me and I fell down on the chair. I was literally falling in love…….all…over…again.She was wearing a green top with black jeans. She had let her hair loose. One of the strands after taking a long curvature around her forehead and cheeks had come to rest near her beautiful smiling lips.Absent mindedly she was trying to push it back. I was just looking at her while she walked through the door to the table where I was sitting.She held out her hands and said”Hi”…I really don’t know why but instead of shaking hands with her…I went a bit more closer to her than what is required for a handshake and took that strand of hair which was troubling her and put it behind her ear. Well…she was…not shocked but definitely surprised.In fact I was the one who was in shock of what I had done.We both sat down and there was an awkward silence after the initial hi and did-you-have-problem-finding-the-restaurant-thing.Finally after five minutes of silence…I gulped one full glass of water…gathered some strength and said…Look Neha I’m not gonna waste this precious one or two hour that we have together in telling you……how beautiful you’re looking or how nice your earrings are looking on you or how fabulous dressing sense you have because it’s so obvious and evident that the shine of your earrings are perfectly blending with the shine of your face which of course is in perfect contrast with the kajal that you’ve applied on your eyes and this dress is looking so perfect on you that it appears as if it has been manufactured only to be worn by you and all this and everything else is making you look exceptionally, stunningly beautiful or in one word perfect.And maybe this is the reason that from the time you’ve entered the restaurant…I’m not able to take my eyes off you.

And then when I stopped I realized that I had spoken two completely opposite things in one breath.This is what girls…especially the beautiful ones can do to you, they make you go all funny in front of them.But I was not sorry as she was laughing and the ice had been broken.So, we started talking.She told me that she liked me and I told her that I also liked her a lot.We talked about our family, friends,schools and we talked about ourselves and we decided that we should try and know each other more before going any further which meant that the formal proposal had to wait.

When we walked out of the restaurant, I requested her to let me walk with her to her friend’s house which was nearby and where she was going have a sleepover tonight and she agreed. We walked together for a while and after sometime when her friend’s house came in the range of our eyesight, she stopped and said that she’ll go from here. I said ok. Then suddenly she turned and came very close to me and whispered in my ear…”Thank you so much for the evening and walk”.My mind was intoxicated by her fragrance and I kept staring at her for one complete minute. She shook me and asked…”What happened”. I came back to my senses and mumbled…”Oh…I’m sorry….i mean…thank you…I mean…the pleasure was entirely mine.She smiled naughtily and started walking towards her friend’s house. I stood there looking at her till she reached the entrance. She turned back and waved her hand saying bye. I too waved back although I really didn’t want to say bye.She went inside but I stood there for half an hour hoping she would come back and then when I realized she won’t…at least not today…I started walking the long way back to my home.

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

On A Serious Note...

Few days ago, I was watching a movie called Yeh mera India or Y.M.I.In that movie there is a scene,where a cop – not a corrupt but a honest and dutiful cop - says that he wished that Bihar never ever existed.There are many other sequences also in this movie and in many other movies too and most importantly there are many real life situations also where Biharis have been looked down upon,embarrassed,humiliated and what not.But when I heard that cop say “Ye bhi hamari hi galti hai ki Bihar India mein hai & saw my friends and colleagues laughing at this comment,I thought its really high time to raise some questions..
I mean why are you people so against Bihar & Biharis.We also are a part of India and so we too deserve the respect that the other people of different states get.Why so much of discrimination.You people keep on saying that we should put an end to caste system but what is this..isn’t this a type of caste system but only put forward in a different way.Tell me what is it that you have against us.You say we take away your jobs.Excuse me,let me tell you one thing..the owner or the head of a company is not such a big fool that he’ll employ anyone.He employs someone just because he feels that this particular person is more talented or more profitable for his company.No..seriously tell me what do you want?Do you want that a doctor or engineer or for that matter anyone – even if he is less talented,less knowledgable - should get the job just because he belongs to the state.If it actually is put into practice,just tell me how do you expect the nation to progress.Come on man,if you really have the talent..compete with the other guy.why are you so afraid?And in case you don’t have it in you then instead of complaining and playing dirty politics,can’t you just work harder.
You say Biharis are corrupt.But let me ask you one thing .Can anyone be more corrupt than a person who cheats his motherland.Do you really think that without any internal support terrorists can enter and plant bombs in Delhi and Mumbai.Can anyone be bigger traitor than these people.Be practical,corruption is present virtually everyehere.One of your favourite topics for teasing Biharis is Lalu Prasad Yadav.Yes he was allegedly involve in Chara ghotala.But first of all,Bihar doesn’t only consist of Lalu like Mumbai doesn’t only consist of SRK and Dawood.Then why do you keep on saying “Ye Lalu ke Bihar se aaya hai”.Can’t you say that this person has come from the birthplace of Lord Buddha and Mahavira.Moreover is this the only ghotala that has ever taken place in our country and is he the only neta whose name has come up in such cases.And what about the tremendous profit the Railways made under his leadership.When you are blaming him for the ghotalas,shoudn’t you praise him for his good work.I don’t remember any politician ever being called by Haward University for guest lectures.
They say – Ignorance Is Bliss.Well in this case,it certainly isn’t.Let me make you aware of some facts.Lets start from history.
If you have ever attended school,you must have heard of Nalanda and Vikramsila University,two of the the most important university of ancient world..they were in Bihar.Jainism and Buddhism,two of the world,s most important religion have their roots in Bihar.Eminent personalities like Dr. Rajendra Prasad,Gautam Buddha,Lord Mahavira,Guru Gobind Singh,Chandragupta Maurya,Sher Shah Suri,Kalidas,Chankya,Jai Prakash Narayan and many many more are products of..ya you guessed it right..Bihar.
Moving over to education, Bihar has produced more no. of IAS officers than Kerela,Karnataka,Tamil Nadu,Andhra Pradesh and Gujrat combined.Does the name Super 30 ring any bells in your mind.It is an institute in Patna which gives free fooding,lodging and tuition to 30 students preparing for IIT every year and last year all 30 out of 30 got entry into IIT.I don’t remember any other institute anywhere in India producing this kind of result and to add on to that more Biharis are doctors than Punjab and Gujrat combined.Now after reading this ,only if you are IQ is in single digits,you’ll say that Biharis are fools.
Many people have complaints that Bihar has a very high crime rate.Can anyone prompt me so that I can remember ..Which city is the hometown of underworld?Which city has the highest reported no. of murders,rape cases,robbery?Which city is so unsafe for females that they are advised to carry chilly spray with them for their self defense?Ah..now I remember ,Delhi,Mumbai and Bangalore account for one out of every three crimes in cities with a million plus population.And Delhi our national capital is our crime capital too having topped the list of no. of reported crimes for five years in a row.
Look I’m not trying to say that this state is good and this state is bad.The point I’m trying to make is that it is always better to find a remedy than pointing out the faults.Nothing and nobody is perfect but we can always try to be perfect and for that we need each others support.Tell me how do you feel now a days you hear in news that Indians are being abused,beaten and even killed in Australia.Thats the same way I feel when I hear about Biharis being ill treated,isolated,abused and even beaten in some places.It really saddens me when I see the faces people and even some highly educated teachers make when I say that I’m from Bihar .Just few days ago,one of my best friends was failed in practicals in a reputed medical college just because she proudly said that she is from Bihar.Isn’t that pathetic?
Bihar is developing and that too at a very fast rate under the leadership of Nitish Kumar.But it’ll reach upto the unprecedented heights only if you lend us your support.

P.S – Today everywhere there is chaos.Murders,robbery,rape,terrorist attacks have become the order of the day.But we can counter all this only if we stay together..help each other,love each other,fight for each other.If we go by the laws of our Creator then he’ll surely helpus to restore peace in this world because every new born child brings the message that God is still not tired of us..We still have a chance..

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Part II.........Love At First Sight

THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTITIOUS AND RESMBLANCE TO ANY LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL

Hey.....I'm back......
Sorry to keep YOU ALL WAITING.....
Don't laugh......I very well know that none of you were waiting.....
But...you know....it feels really good to say this and it kind of creates a dramatic effect which a budding writer like me needs so much...
So...Ladies & Gentleman...I,Abhishek Jayant present to you........
Aaaaaaaaah.....leave it on.....I think now I'm being overdramatic.....

So.....where were we....
Now I very well remember where i left the story and even in case i forget....i can always look at my last blog and refresh my memory neurons...
But again I've seen writers do this and i also think it creates that........ya...you guessed it right....dramatic effect......
Anyways I think I should stop being dramatic before it makes things problematic and should start the story....
Shandilya's words echoed in my ears even hours after he had said them and i assure you that it had nothing to do with any kind of ear disorder....
Shandilya is a kind of guy who rarely lies.....
So when he said those words......even though i insisted at that time that i didn't care......i had to give it a serious thought...
Of course you all must be thinking that how stupid of me that i didn't even ask who the girl was........
You see....i'm not that stupid as i look in my display photograph(I always forget to change it).
I had realised that the whole thing........whatever it was......involved a girl.
But you all must have noticed.....
That friends really become dogs in these matters.They take these situations as a god gifted oppurtunity to tease and trouble you as much as possible......
So......when i asked him to elaborate the whole thing like a long answer question(that means you have to make diagrams or in this case show photographs)....
He had some Enrique's advice for me....
I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU.....
WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT......
COZ BABY HALF THE FUN.....
IS IN FIGURING IT UP ALL OUT....


STOP ACTING LIKE A GAY.........
This was my advice to him.....

I really missed my best friend Taharat at that time.He had a habit of getting into these kind of situations and i had helped him so many times and now......
When i needed him........he was thousands of kms away in kota...


That night when i went to bed.....i had so much going on in my mind....
Seriously....do you expect me to sleep after all this......my whole world had turned upside down in just one day....
But you know what........
I slept....
and had a very nice and sound sleep...
You see...i've a principle in life....
It goes like this.....
No matter whatever happens......
never compromise regarding two things........
that are......FOOD AND SLEEP
Almost 90% of the indians follow this principle but only few philosphical people like me realise it.


Next day....surprisingly.....i reached the institiute early.....
Now don't blame me for that....It was not at all my fault....that day the traffic was almost non existent and roads were very clear...
Anyways when i enterrd the institute....the first thing i saw was a girl standing at the end of the corridor.She was standing with her back towards me and seemed to be busy reading the notice board.She had let her hairs loose and they were shining in the bright light of the tubelights around.I was staring at her absent mindedly......
Then suddenly she turned..........and both my eyelids shifted one cm towards the opposite sides to get a better view of her....
I didn't intend to say it but i couldn't help it either and the word WOW escaped for my mouth as an appreciation of what i had seen....
I had said it a bit too loudly.she looked around for the source of the noise and her eyes met mine....
Its almost impossible for me to describe that feeling....when for the first time she looked into my eyes....
I could catch a glimpse of heaven in her eyes.....
Really....I found my paradise when she looked me in the eyes....
We kept looking in each other's eyes till she realised what she was doing and turned away.
But i kept looking at her...........
She had the most beautiful eyes i had ever seen.......Her lips looked as if God has worked on the minutest of details to make it as perfect and attractive as possible.Even from a distance....i could make out that her cheeks were so soft and lovely.All in all she was literally flawless......
I kept admiring her beauty till a batchmate patted me on my back and brought me to my senses.....He was saying something but i completely ignored him and started walking towards the wonder girl......
She felt someone was standing near her and turned towards me.....
She looked at me and said...Oh...hi
I wanted to say hi but the Broca's area of my brain was not supporting me.....
I mumbled something which could've meant hi.....
But only in french or spanish.....
I tried again and this time i succeded in saying hi and introducing myself as Abhishek Jayant...
She held out her hand for a handshake and told me that her name was Neha.
I gladly shook hands with her and asked the reason why she was standing here.....
She told that this was her first class in Aakash and she was unable to find the classroom...
Her voice was so sweet........that I could have stood there listening to her for the whole of my lifetime without saying a word.....
Anyways I was more than happy to help her and showed her the classroom.She smiled at me and said thank you after reaching the destination.
Her smile was so gorgeous......that i felt that i was the luckiest person on this planet to witness it.....
That whole day I kept thinking about her only....
For the first time in my life...........i was day dreaming...
I couldn't control myself and told Shandilya everything....
He looked at me in complete shock and asked who the girl was...I told him the name and he appeared to even more shocked......and then after few moments.....he smiled cunningly.He asked me to show her after the class ends....
I wondered why but he looked more excited than me....
But to our utmost disappointment.....we couldn't find her that day....
She must have left early.....We concluded.....and left for home...


That night i couldn't eat or sleep....
Her smiling face......I could see it virtually everywhwere...

The next morning...I reached the instiutute as early as possible...Shandilya arrived 5mins after me and we both started searching for my dream girl.I finally found her in library....
But when Shandilya saw her....he dragged me out of the library and started laughing like hell....
i kept asking him what happened but he kept repeating the same thing again and again....
" THIS CANNOT BE TRUE "




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Sunday, November 30, 2008

PART I........THE BEGINNING

THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTITIOUS AND RESMBLANCE TO ANY LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL
Most ppl will say normal is boring.....but 4 me normal was just...........normal.
But by the look of what happened that day or rather started that day or to be more precise the consequences that day brought to my life, i'd like to eat my words and say that....ya normal is actually boring.....
For me normal was normal just bcoz i didn't know(of course b4 that day) that life could be anything other than normal.
Let me not make you abnormal with this normal thing and start my story.......
There was nothing special about that day as such.
It was a normal working day for me.I woke up late as usual after reshedulin the alarm for 4-5 time(that is again normal 4 me), brusherd my teeth, took bath, had breakfast and got ready for aakash institute.
The 1st class we had that day was of our zoology teacher GP Verma.....
Let me describe him 1st.....
He is a short man wid a height of aroun 5'4"-5'5"(which is again normal in India).His age must have been around 60.But his energy and enthusiasm(which was highly infectious) while teaching can anyday put a 20 year old young man to shame.
I don't know why but he'd got a thing 4 me.Even if i hid mysef in the least visible corner of the classroom, hi sharp, greedy spectacled eyes would find me and then his most favourite and my least favourite line............... Yes.......Mr. Abhishek will answer this question....
Me. Abhishek would look around at his friends with hope but that i've-no-idea-what-so-ever look on their faces was not much of a help.
But then Mr. Abhishek ...........a tall,thin,handsome and fairly intelligent guy of 18 thought that........Ok fine if he asks me the questions.......he'll get the answers.
This thought wen put into action brought a fair bit of change in my/Mr. Abhishek's situation.His ranks improved and so did the respect for Mr. Verma in his mind.....


oh sorry.......i got a bit carried away(That is again normal 4 me).
ya...........i started my bike,put on my earphones,played ACDC's Highway To HELL and started my journey towards AAKASH INSTITUTE.
The next song on the playlist was Linkin Park's What I've Done.
i stopped my bike at a traffic signal and started singing with Chris Bennington And Mike Shinoda...............in this farewell.......there's no blood....
Blood....
Oh Shit BLOOD.......
it came like a bullet to my brain.......
Blood was the topic for that day's Zoology Class....
and i hadn't even read a bit of it(reason.........day night cricket match)
Mr Verma is surely goona screw me, i thought.....
Seriously......... What I've Done,i thought and looked around restlessly.
There was an advetisment hoarding of Aakash Institute nearby.
In that a young girl wearing apron was smilin at me.
no wait........is she smiling at me or on me or on my pathetic situation,i wondered.......
anyways the traffic light turned green and i resumed my journey.
I reached the class late(which is again..............ya u guessed it right......normal for me).
Mr Verma smiled at/on me when i asked 4 his permission to get in.
He asked me to get in and to my utter surprise didn't make any comment or didn't ask for any explanation why was i late...
I sat down near Abhinav.......a tall handsome guy with an ever smilin face.......and asked him whether Mr. verma is alright.No questions,no comments........ seriously is he alright.
He told me that last test results came out that day only and i had stood second and was only 1 mark behind the topper and on top of that I had scored highest marks in zoology......
so finally i figured out the reason behind Mr. Verma's Strange behaviour.
So............ the day went fine till break.
During break one of my oldest and best friends Shandilya came to attend the next class.
I asked him why he wasn't there 4 the zoology class.
he was like.........woh sab choro.......i've a very interesting news 4 u which is both good and bad.
i said go on.....
with a very cunning smile on his face he said..............
I'll tell you the summary in FIVE words......
BE CAREFUL ON 14TH FEB ........................................................






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