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>”Never fear the consequences/ fear what will happen. cos what you fear may/will really happen. But life does not stop. “

Just a stolen quote from Namrata 🙂 Might look simple to many, still has a lot to learn from ….

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>Well…. sometime back in september 3rd week one of my roommates wanted to know how to go to shirdi and some other religious places around it…. We never thought what the discussion would culminate into back then. The discussions got drifted to alternative spots to visit and suddenly someone said “Is se achha to Goa chalte hain” Well…. I dunno what time it was…else I would have wished for more than Goa… coz when i look back now, 3 weeks later, the one liner has been converted into 8 friends, 4 bikes, 3 days of holidaying, 2 awesome rented rooms and one word that keeps bouncing all the way in my head… GOA!!!! Yes I did it finally !! After almost 1 decade of falling in love with Goa (after watching Dil Chahta Hai) … and innumerable planning for last 9 years… I have finally been there… And yes…the wait was worth it!!!! I enjoyed perfectly..perhaps 9 years before I could not have enjoyed this much…1000s of pics taken… some open for all while few are censored and will be buried in either my lappy or picasa forever 😀 . Will be updating this place with all the details… The trip has simply brought me back from the dead…. That’s what GOA does to you….

some pics as of now 😉


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Let me tell you the story of two people. Friends or foes, you decide.

There was a man who was known for his witty remarks and rustic charm. The other claimed to have the support of the Muslims and Paswans. One had the trust in his M-Y equations, while the other boasted of being able to play the role of king-maker at the centre stage of Indian politics. One had ruled a state for about one-and a half-decade with all the members of his family coming to the party and enjoying their share of the moolah, while the other hogged the limelight due to his hold in the rural and poor population of Bihar.

Yes friends, I am talking about none other than two of of the most popular politicians of Bihar in recent decades, Mr. Laloo Prasad Yadav and Mr. Ram Bilas Paswan. The ones who have ruled the minds and hearts of lakhs of people once, and seemed almost invincible in their prime. The irony is though, one always goes down after her/his prime.

Though with all the might on their side and all sorts of equations(quadratic, tertiary whatever!!) favouring  them, it is now clearly visible that they have been left with almost nothing but an imaginary role to play.
They thought it was the perfect betrayal, they said it wil make them the king makers, and more than often, also loud mouthed the talks of actually getting the “power”.
A new front was formed and even the “mighty” and “confident-now” congress party seemed to have lost the ground beneath them.

Yes, whatever may be the views of the congress party top notch leaders now, everyone who keeps in touch with news would know how desperate were they back then. So desperate, that they didn’t shy away from approaching the “Miracle Man” of NDA in Bihar, Hon’ble CM Mr. Nitish Kumar!!! The way it all happened, the desperate-ness of the situation and the inability of both parties said it all, they were in deep shit!! Even the CM in question was unsure about going with NDA(remember, this relation between JD-U and BJP spans more than 10 years!!). All he could say was, “We will see”,”Yes we are with NDA ‘as of now’ ” and “who has seen tomorrow?”
Yes friends, I am right because this is one thing I can’t go wrong about. As it turns out, the night this interview of CM with Barkha dutt was the night I lost the most precious gem of my life and my mind would not have let go of anything it caught that day… Anyways, let’s not mix politics with emotions. It is usually sour.

Coming back to our self proclaimed philosophers, termed aptly as fool-osophers by me. Here we had a man who had done an almost impossible task, a miracle during his tenure as railway minister by turning the ever loss making, pathetic symbol of slowness, a PSU in shambles, into one of the most profitable enterprise controlled by the government of India. We had another man who said his motive was to bring the lower portion of the society into the mainstream and give them their share of GDP(Yeah he did say that, Mr. Paswan) One was sought after for the Management lessons not by just the IIMs; the premier institutes for management education in India; but even from Harvard and Yale, the Mecca and Medina of Management education.

Still, the guy somehow manages (or shall we say mismanages??) to screw up his own election campaign. The family people turned against him. Even the old friends deserted him. Management guru, huh!!Do you still think so?

Let’s have an insight of why this fiasco happened in first place.
Our Mr. Ex-railway minister’s wife, another ex-CM who barely knew the spelling of chief minister, or even Bihar, before she became CM, played a very crucial role in his downfall.She called Nitish Kumar “names”(Not very good ones…I think so) and cursed him. Okay, we all do these things, but not in front of microphones and cameras..and live on TV. I believe she was frustrated even beyond the trauma she faced when she had to attend her A,B,C,D classes… :p It was really hilarious to see her on television and blabbering words she doesn’t know the meaning of.
Our superhero perhaps tool a cue from her book an went on to “bulldoze” a guy as insignificant and ignoraant of his actions as Varun Gandhi.
Varun Gandhi? Well, unless you are a staunch supporter of people who kill anyone who is not hindu, you must be thinking I have mistaaken someone for the PM-in making, Rahul Gandhi. Sorry mate, Varun Gandhi was the latest fiasco of BJP(one of many in this election), courtsey Mr. L.K. Advani and Kalyan Singh, not to forget the Hitler-returns-Narendra Modi.

Anyways, our Mr. LP Yadav commits these scandalous-yet, to be ignored-mistaakes and partners with I-am gonna win-No matter I do anything or not-Mr. Paswan and forms a 4th front(I really feel sorry for this country which is forced to have four fronts…normal people have only one.. 😐  )

Results:-

RJD- 4 seats won against 20 of the last time.

LJP- 0 seat (or is it seats??) against 4 of the last time.

Someone has said, “There is a difference between genius and stupidity. Genius has its limits”

Our friends were limitless.


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“Navneet, Navneet!! Darwaaza khol!!”

“Who is this??? Baad mein aana…so rahein hain abhi” I muttered some swear words and turned my head inside my razaai again.

“Abe Ashish hain hum… khol…Phone hai tera…”

“Phone?? Abe Kal de dena. M Sleeping now”, I shouted, clearly annoyed with already having lost my sleep.

“Abe tera call hai”, Ashish shouted back.

I was puzzled. I remembered having talked to Ma in the evening. “And why on earth would someone call me at 2 am in night?”

Anyways, I got up and opened the door. Ashish was standing there in a baniyan and a three-quarter, with a half way burnt cigarette in his hand. Hostel life.. I smiled and muttered a half swear looking at him, cursing him for waking me up in this chilling winter night.
I looked at him and snatched the cigarette first from him, the took the phone. “Kiska hai??”, I asked Ashish. He simply motioned me in my room and put 3 more cigarettes in my pocket.
I was surprised at this act of benevolence from him, especially with cigarettes.
“Hello…”, i finally spoke into the speaker phone after realising that the other person was still on the line.

“Hi” A melodious voice went through my ears…to my mind… making it go blank…

It can’t be!!! It can’t be her!! I leaned on the the wall and slipped down to sit on the floor of my hostel room.

“Oh…Its you..”,was all that I could mutter.

“How are you Navi”, the voice asked. That was the first time someone called me by that name. The legacy still continues.

I was out of my body. I could see the look of shocked-joy on my face. I could see the dimly lit cigarette in my hand, with a fair amount of ash on its tip due to no attention being paid to it. I didn’t need it now. My biggest addiction was back. She was back.


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hmmm… Nice title…what you think? I think it is pretty good. Nice way to start a rather controversial issue. Well, not everyone agrees with me, but then, I never ask anyone to. :p

Back to the topic again, “Are you suffocating?” I mean, I am not talking about that cigarette that you smoked 37 minutes ago, neither about how you are feeling in the loo this early morning. No…. I prefer to talk about them rather straight forwardly . Arghhhhh…ok ok..

When was the last time you really felt at peace with her/him without wanting to feel so? I mean, you should not be looking for internal satisfaction, it should be always there, right? I have seen many relationships; not to forget some of mine too; where either one or the both of the participants(well a rather crude term to use, but then, lets be frank here at least) were just pretending so much to show the other one that they were happy that they almost forget the real meaning of happiness. It is not something which takes a ticket and catches a train, so that it can reach to you at a specified time and place. I hope you do not have that notion of happiness.

So do you feel a longing inside you even now? Despite having so many parties to attend together, how many times do you have dinner together on a non-party day? Is the relationship only meant for parties? I mean okay, in Indian context I am not going to be focusing much on Live-in relationships(though I want to, and I promise will write on it someday), still having a dinner with your better half is no more a taboo in Indian culture!! At least I do not think so! So, tell me, despite him doing so many “cute” and “sweet” things for you, how many times it had been the case that you have expected him to show some more love and were disappointed, only to put up a face still smiling and never telling him how you felt. You’d rather tell your inner self that everything is okay and it is the way life goes. Does it?? Is it what you wanted 1 year back? Are the scenarios same? Are you afraid of talking to him about the issues on your mind? Or are you too afraid of letting go of the stability in your life? Afraid of feeling like a loser?

For guys, I think I can explain your agony with your loved one much better as I am a guy(yes…stop grinning). “Why was her cell busy despite her telling about her studying and not being able to talk to me”, or “Is there someone else”, or “Why is she behaving so strange” to “Why she always starts the same issue…I told her there is nothing between me and my ex!!!” . Remember something??? :p Yes…that’s the way with guys, they will think all this, and will never ask the other one just because they are too afraid and insecure about making things worse than they already are. Wake up guys, it is the best thing to mouth your fears rather than accumulating them inside which often results in bizarre results. It is never wrong to say what is in your mind…never

So .. all I want to say is that do not suffocate… rise up and say what is inside your mind…if the other person loves you so much as both of you think, there should not be any space for such holes in a relationship which suck away all the melody from it.


>Continued form Amused Me

Well, the classes started. 16 June,2001. It was quite a new experience for a guy like me who was from a very small place and wasn’t used to such big schools containing 2 thousand students in just +2 . My earlier school had barely 400 in all. Anyways, since I has accustomed to the city, school wasn’t much of discomfort. In fact, I made some very good friends on the first day itself. I still remember meeting Kunal,Pushkar,Sanatan…hmmm.. There were others too..Abhishek..then abhishek..nd another abhishek…and finally..one more abhishek….I was hilarious…$ for the same name. We used to call them from their surnames. Then, there were girls. Ahhhh… Well.. Being the shy guy I was, I avoided talking to them but had my every sense awake while hearing their introductions… Well….signs…

There was this girl Megha(name changed) who was very beautiful. Though there were others too, but this one caught my attention(most of it). Well, her eyes and the way she laughed…ahhh..I think that day I was smitten all over her. Apparently, though I never proposed her(or even talked to her much), she plays a very important part in my story. She is the base of my story.


>My roommate came late night yesterday. Software job has its own rules. You do not get to eat dinner, or if you are too lucky, you get to eat stiff and cold rotis, not to mention sitting alone coz everyone in the home is sleeping. And they ask why I do not regret leaving that job….lol……

Anyways, this friend of mine,Vivek(name changed) came to me and asked if I had any cigarettes. I looked up to him and said, “Abe I do not smoke…I quit.” “What? You are really of no use!!!”, my friend said. I just smiled and then we laughed . It was not uncommon for him to say this for it is not for the first time he has seen me quitting. What he doesn’t know is that this time it is final time he is watching it. There would not be a “next time”.

Two days ago I had SAIL exam. While the centre was quite far from my place, it is easy when you have local trains at your disposal. Believe me, they save a lot of valuable time and are dead cheap too. Ahh..yep.. I was returning after my examination(which didn’t go aas good as I hoped), and I saw three youths(might be 15-16)in the train, smoking and standing dangerously close to the exit area. The train was a fast local and the way they were behaving, I was afraid one of them might fall down. Well, I approached them(something quite unlike me, I do not interfere with strangers) and asked them not to smoke(though I used to smoke, I never liked its smoke. Strange thing na? ). Surprisingly, they immediately threw away the ciggarettes and were staring at me for a long time even when I got back at my place. It was an experience that told me that even I can frighten people. Those youngsters might have given in because of the heavy beard I was sporting untill recently. I don’t know. Whatever it was, it worked.

I wish people will see and read the danger warning on the cigarette packets atleast for once and realise they are holding a tool of death in their hands. It clearly states “Smoking causes cancer” alongside a picture of a pair of cancer affected lungs. Well, the picture did have an affect on me.
Why not you?


>Well, finally it is over. I am really kind of glad about it. You really don’t like it when your clothes smell of tobacco( and that too burnt) and all your face gets itchy, not to forget the pungent smell left in your hand after you have just finished smoking. It is really a wierd feeling(provided you are conscious about your cleanliness) to have such a smell around you all the day.

That was just one of the million reasons I quit smoking. Well to list some more…

First and the most important, “SMOKING CAUSES CANCER”. Come on… there is no lying about that. It is one of the most dangerous addictions ever hit mankind since it discovered sex. But though both seem to be giving you “a flying state of mind”, the former makes sure you get to the grave(not flying, but being driven a truck or something)
I decided(like million times before) that it was enough for me for one lifetime to take in so much of the smoke. Surprisingly, when I went through a thorough checkup recently, nothing popped up. I mean, nothing like a patch in my lungs, or High BP, or something else in my intestines/throat. I was shocked. Te first thought that came to mind was, “Shit! Now they have started adulterating Ciggis too…?? All my money into nothing? “
On a more serious note, I thought this is one chance God has given me( Though I do not believe in God a lot.. I do a little), and if I throw away this one, I’d never be able to get rid of it.
So, I quit even though it doesn’t seem to have affected me in any serious way(apart from ripping my purse and taking most of it away).

Well atleast I am consistent in this one area. Of quitting things(and sometimes people)
Also, there is this urge among the young men(especially) to look cool. I know a very good friend of mine, Suhas(name changed), who started smoking just to impress other(read girls) and to look cool. He thought it was an integral part of life to do such things. Well, I told him when he was lighting up the first ciggi of his life,”Suhas, do not start this. You will become addicted”. “I wont”, he said.

Today, Suhas smokes atleast a pack daily and says to me, “You were right Navneet, I want to quit now but can’t. Also, doesn’t this look so cool?” I just smile. Well, I do not feel guilty. Atleast I tried.

Another friend, Prashant(name chaanged). He was my roommate and is still among one my best friends. Its another thing that we do not talk much anymore. Anyways, this was the guy who introduced me to the world of smoking and porn. Well, I never watched any till I went into college.
So here was this guy, who was smoking since…ummm…1999..and we met in college in 2004. He was so thin my pants used to slip away from him. I too was thin back then, not now…lol.. So he always used to smoke. Morning tea, after breakfast, 10 am tea, before lunch tea,after lunch ,afternoon tea and blah blah blah… I wondered how could he do that with such a fragile health.
2006 october. The guy fell sick. Vomiting and high fever. Blood too. He was taken to his home by his brother and when after 2 months he returned, he could barely be recognized. He was half of his previous self. It was really shocking for all of us.

Initially he didn’t tell us what he actually suffered from. Then one day he broke down in front of some close friends and told us he was detected with T.B. We were shocked. I mean we see these things all the time in movies and TV. But we never think it could happen to us. There lies the problem. We keep telling ourselves lies that nothing will happen to us. After all, who has died after smoking one cigarette??? huh…blasphemy!!

So, this guy was totally barred from many things. His brother came to stay with him for a month and he was undeer constant medication. He took the university paper in that state of mind and body. You sure won’t wanna suffer like that.

We talk sometimes. I ask if he has been smoking again. He tells me… “Not now..never ever after college.” A beer is what he has sometimes to get over with the tension of daily life. But smoke? No way.
He always used to say something which I remember. Though many people said it, but seems I took the thing most seriously when he said it.
He said,” You will never be able to quit”

I called him yesterday. I told him I quit.


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SNOWFLAKES

The boy sits in a corner,out in the cold,

trying to fight the cold wid his rags,trying to be bold,

NO!He’s no character of some drama or play,

He’s an orphan,abandoned,struggling night and day,

He begs on the street,in his old torn jacket,

little he remembers of mom,he only has her locket,

She worked at a factory,chemicals they say,

She always coughed hard,and one day they took her away,

His neighbours left him out,coz the factory took the home,

They actually never liked her,coz she was a single mom,

He no more goes to school,he no more gets to play,

For snowflakes leave u cold,when the heater is away,

He got neighbours’ clothes,old and torn,

For now its festival tym,these things have to be thrown,

His friends don’t talk to him now,

Coz he can’t see them anymore,

He sleeps mostly on the footpath,lucky wen he gets a bench,

and dreams of new nd warm clothes,nd something nice to munch,

He dreams of the chicken soup,they enjoyed last winter,

And of the nice stories,his momtook away wid her,

I don’t wish to wake him up from his warm dream,

for its so cold out here,and he wud never be cold in his dream,

So I let him sleep and dream of the nice dinner he had last tym,

and he sleeps quitely,as if mom is singing a hymn…


>Well…. Someone once said that the world is a stage and we all are here to play our parts….. seems mine is going unnoticed…. I dunno wats wrong with this blog…but I simply get almost 0 people reading it and exactly 0 commenting. Well, I guess its just me here.

No issues. I will continue. And may be I won’t get anyone to read what I write, I will still write. I still do remember my motive of starting this blog, “To get things out of my system”.

I have to write my story. Fast.
Soon.


>Well… I was lost…

Have said many bad things and and have thought too ugly of everyone when I realized that it was me who was making the situations worse by doing this to myself. So I have stopped now. And it feels calm. Peace atleast with myself. I do not need peace with others. I have stopped fighting with myself.

I am happy now. 🙂

I am going home, finally on 9th.

🙂


>Well… I have done it again. I have broken off with someone who was more than a friend. But I had to do it. It was inevitable. I know it must have been hard for her but I had to do it in order to break away from my past. There were no second thoughts. It was not easy for me as she was one person I used to share all my thoughts and worries with. Now its just me and MEEEE…. I guess I am an individual-is-tic….whatever that might mean…. But I definitely give more preference to myself than others. No doubt about that.

I hope people won’t call it a sin too….lol… :p


>Why do people marry? … I have some options…But would like to hear from you fellas….(If any) …think of some most innovative answers….and some serious ones… I am in the middle of this question….


>Well, i know we have never been friends. We have never been anything but everything. I miss you girl. I know you can’t be here. You are thousands of miles away and perhaps we will never meet. Still I miss you. I want to talk to you for hours. I want to tell you about what I have learnt in all these years. I know perhaps you don’t care, still, I don’t either.

I just want to hug you one more time and look into those eyes forever. I want to see you. Only if you were here in India. I’d have come to see you by today’s train. If Only …


>What is more important?
Being Honest or Being Happy?

Please Help….

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