CHAPTER 3: The Forgotten Father

Oh, I wanted to write this a long time ago but Mr. Fate was always standing in my way as he was standing in the way of 'Tejas' the HERO of "Anything For You Ma'am". Yes i finished reading yet another novel, and the count has now reached a mighty eight. stop laughing at me!!!

I know i am not a very good reader but I have certainly enjoyed every bit of what i read in these eight, and as my cousin, which many of you may be unaware of, is a complete book worm, not on the studious front but on the novel front. i don't even know how many extra he has narrated me from cover to cover as he was so excited after reading then, but...

But but but my friends, i am not here to tell you about all I have read over the last year, as Mr. Fate is still trying to get better off me as first he cuts my net connection off and then when I am writing this on paper he is trying to divert my mind off, as I so really want to write about the book I just read.

But but but.... again thats not the point I am here for. I will write it on net after I get connected again.

Ya now I am here on my main topic. ya i agree, you must be thinking that the topic is somewhat weird as how can we forget our one and only father. but my friend, in due course of time you will get to know what the hell, i want to tell. (oh thats rhyming)

As I told you, I wanted to write this one from a long time, i still remember that day.

I was reading a blog post named 'Maa...'
the link - http://purgatorio-and-paradiso.blogspot.com/

The post is really touching and the writer impeccable. I almost cried at the end and was deeply touched and it was then I thought when was the last time we cried for our 'baap'(father). When was the last time we talked 'about him' and better 'to him' very nicely and in a caring way. We all know we love our father, when I told these lines to one of my friends, he told me - 'haan if GAANDHIJI was still here...' how the world would have been a better place. i felt so disgusted at that point of time, with all due respect to GAANDHIJI, we are not even thinking of our father, YAAR, our biological father?

Now you get my point... GOOD....

But see whats happening around...
Even when we get hurt or we are lazy and coming out of bed is necessary we say only two words 'haye maaaaaaa...', i am not saying that this is bad, but father is like the crew of the film which works very hard as the actors but still don't get the deserved credit, we people don't even know their names.

I always say 'ladki hone ka quota hota hai' and girls always disagree but see it applies here too. Recently there was this song in the most beautiful film I have seen recently, i.e. 'Taare Zammen Par', ya you got the song right 'Maa', everyone in the cinema hall cried :') on that song. Even those stud types were also literally weeping as I got what is the value of 'Maa' is in our lives but still, do you remember any song on papa, yes you do, very old era, and yet another Aamir Khan flick, coincidently, the song was 'Papa Kehta Hain', but it was a cheerful one. Not many sentiments connected, it was a fun song.............

When you are out of your home, it is your mom who calls you, when you are at your home, your mom serves you food, and regularly, updates your hard drive(brain) saying 'Ye karo ye nahi' stuff, but the father I believe has taken a back seat, he used to work from 9 to 5 but for pushing the family ahead, to make all your dreams come true in this beautiful yet cruel world has made him work from 9 to 9these days or may be 7 to 12. He is there round the clock away from his family, for his family, because a serviceman shouldn't make personal calls during office hours, and for a businessman if business is going bad, work harder to get it good, and if its going good, he cant leave it when its good, can he?, the result......

He has very less time for you(very ironical naa, as he is doing everything in his life only for you), and he is not to blame for it and neither are you as you are your father's favorite, he loves you a lot, but as always, men unlike women are known to be less expressive. He cares for you but cant express the magnitude of his love and if expresses, the magnitude is even bigger and much higher.

I don't think one depends on a mother's and a father's day to celebrate, as they are working and spending their lives for you, just for you, anything for you. Don't mind but they could easily have avoided you by using a protection or by some other ways fully known to the world, and may have had a very happy life for eg. the expenses then would have been just 40%. (i believe i can win '10 KA DUM'). But the point is , as normally seen most fathers are very angry all the time and stubborn, mind it, I am not saying all, but I have seen many men shouting on their children even in public places. But its for our own good. Always remember one thing that its not like the mother is good and the father is bad but just that they play the famous 'Good Cop Bad Cop' technique on you, as they want your good. So don't let your father image be spoiled, and he is the one getting hurt by hurting you.

So please, if you believe, I really meant even a single word of what I have written so far,

Seriously take an advise, get up and go and give your father a hug, a big one the famous 'Jadoo ki jhappi', and say 'i know you care', and from then you will see a different father. I you think what I wrote was good, sit with your father and make him read this one, as this one is which is dedicated to my father as I have written this one keeping him in my mind. So guys/gals go grab this opportunity........

ITS TIME WE AGAIN HAVE A GET TOGETHER WITH 'THE FATHER'
























You still here!!! come on..., you stubborn idiot...
stand up at this very moment, and go and hug your father.

As Miranda says and says well
'PAGALPANTI BHI ZAROORI HAI'

I bet if you do it this will be a moment you and your father wont forget till your lives end.

SO GO.....

"TASHRIFF UTHAIYE AUR JAIYE"

Will it continue? or Will it end?

When he was born,
His father was shown,
A dream, that never came true...

Many people said,
He's not like the rest,
But, the dream never came true...

When he was twenty,
his father got senti,
and said - i've a dream that will never come true...

As he was proper,
But never in the league of toppers,
That was the dream, that never came true...

When the boy was with his fellows,
He was always jealous,
For, the dream had never come true...

when the dream came true,
His father knew,
That special was his boy,
And couldn't hold his joy,
As thought, now, every dream would come true...

Now the father could have sworn,
that the boy would earn,
And now every dream would come true...

He wanted to retire,
And still wear a decent attire,
Wanted himself to let go,
All that he had gone through...

Now he wanted to imagine, to dream,
But instead he did scream,
Because there was nothing left, to dream,
As all the dreams had already come true...

And then, he realized,
That he was not right,
And it was not the boy,
Who, for him, had to fight,
To fulfill his dreams,
As he, was his only dream...

When we actually dream,
We forget the scene,
That the dreaming is not,
The only thing we got,
Because, as they come true,
Others come out of the blue...

But dreaming is done,
To reach the forbidden,
To take you ahead,
By using your head,
As making them true,
Is not as easy as ku..ku..ku...

And the process goes on,
As u reach, from where u begun...

The old dream, u drop,
And the new ones, pop up,
Now u again, are in the rat race,
To fulfill, that is, is in front of your face...

Then u think,
Will it continue? or will it end?
or until i die will it not end?...

Is there anything, in this world, called satisfaction?
Or am i just full of sarcasm?

Is this good,
Or is this bad,
To have to be happy,
You have to be sad...

To enjoy happiness,
You must understand sorrow,
And this, is my gurugyan for a better tomorrow...















Then again, about the poem u think,
Will it continue? or will it end?
Whatever happens, with this poem, i wont get any stipend... ;)

Will it continue?
or will it end?

And now what is best,
That i leave the rest,
On u to decide,
That whether, i should give it another try,
Or i made your bheja fry....






waiting for the comments
bring them on

ADIOS

CHAPTER 2: Importance Of The Charm Of Childhood

Hi Dear,
Missed u a lot, all i wanted to do in these three days was to tell you about my biggest strength My Childhood(bachpana). I really get hurt when people say grow up, why? Cant we live our life like this? cant we always be children or at least behave to be one?

I believe the best phase in human being's life is when he/she is a child.
when they can do anything they want to, and when they dont have to care what the listener would think.

those are the best days when one can find out something to laugh in any situation,and then they grow up and are taught how to behave and how to be mature.

"AB TU BADA/BADI HO GAYA/GAYI HAI"

sometimes whn i find out a way to be a child, i am told this is not the way to behave,
but sometimes i have come out of many bad situations because i thought like that,
like a child.

I sometimes behave as one(did i say sometimes?), but people have found it interesting, but that doesnt matter to me, what matters to me is that it benefits me, in handling the situations better.

i have found out that for an adult there are so many problems in life that a man forgets what is laughing and how did he used to laugh, and there is something funny in every situation, and taking it light really makes it lite.

what i have seen is that if u have the child in you(everyone has one) and if u can maintain it in you your whole life , many of your problems go away and they are like they were never problems,

BECAUSE AN ADULT MIND IS SO PREOCCUPIED AND SO DISGUSTED THAT IT IS ALWAYS LOOKING FOR PROBLEMS TO SOLVE

and sometimes they are not even problems, he creates them and then gets busy trying to solve....

a child is the purest form of life as he has no lies, no cleverness and no revenges.

SO BEHAVE LIKE A CHILD
AND
LIFE WILL BE BEAUTIFUL


ADIOS

THE INFANT

This my friends is a true story which i came across yesterday and i thought it had to be shared,
i don't how many people are going to read it, or who is going to read it but i don't care, but i am not going to take any names.

Once upon a time there was a boy and there was a girl so what by destiny they got married
every body has many expectations from a marriage, and the couple is a small part of it.

but the expectations are there and they should be there too, so they started to have a good life and then came the point

BETA WHEN ARE U GOING TO HAVE A BABY
WHEN R U GOING TO FULFILL OUR FAMILIES DREAMS

thik hai ji

jo bhi hai

khud ka bhi man karta hai

so that couple thought ok now is the time we should get the job done
and now we r ready to have a baby

ok, so they did the job!!!

and started waiting for the result
but as one says ye kaam bhi bhagwan ki razamandi ke bina nahi ho sakta

they got to know they they cant have a baby

the couple's dream were shattered and they wept and wept and as one says

time is the best heeler so they settled down and started living with it
as it was their destiny,

then the boys younger brother got married and he had a baby boy in an year
and all the family rejoiced, they started playing with him and started living with him and he grew up and grew up, everybody in the family was happy

but the couple had mixed feelings as they really loved the child but the child was their brothers and not theirs, they wanted to have one of their own, their own waaris
but they didn't had one

so they did it again

but the same result
they couldn't have it

the need grew in to frustration and the frustration started increasing lik anything

then one fine day they decided
we are going to adopt a child, and we will not listen to anyone as 3 lives will be benefited by it
2 ours and 3rd his/her.

so after convincing their family about their decision they they said they want to go to an orphanage but the family said that
pata nahi wahan kaise bachhe hoonge pata nahi kis kis pa paap pal raha hoga wahan par

go to a nice hospital and then see
so they did

the hospital staff said that they have a baby boy
so they couple was delighted but they asked what about their parents
so they said that father dead in an accident and the mother didn't had much money by which she could pay the bill, so she demanded that u can keep the baby as no money(the family still thinks that it was a lie, but at that time who cared), they said yes and paid the bill and took the baby.

now the couple was very happy, all their worries got over, their family got completed and then all were happy for them. their was a new stride in their steps. everyone who met them said that they are changed people....

The Infant

the infant was so cute and so sweet,
everyone loved him, everyone was so happy for the couple, and thought that now everything will be ok, but go had other plans..... not only for the couple but worse for the infant.

everyone took good care of him and the time went by, six months and still the infant looks the same, the same old cute, nice beautiful baby, he had a habit, he was cross legged he always had his legs crossed.

the dadi(grandmother) always told everybody - mera kanha hai mera kanha

Then they noticed one thing, one year and the infant is not at all growing, they became worried for their grandson, took him to the doctor and the doctor came down on them and said
ye kya kar rahe ho aap log, bachhe ke paer khulenge nahi to aese hi chpak jayega

are baap re itni badi galti
essa nahi hona chahiye tha
koi baat nahi ab se pura khayal rakhenge

but they forgot one thing that they have not asked they main thing, the progress of the infant
they opened the infants legs but they curled again and then again and then again, and still not physical and mental progress.

they went to the doc again and straight away asked whats wrong with the child he said lemme check, then wht happened was a series of tests and diagnostics, and in the end, came the shock of their lives,

bachha mentally aur physically capable nahi hai, aur ye apni age se peeche chal rha hai aur esse hi chalega,
HE IS PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY CHALLENGED

oh my god
ye kya hua
all the dreams of the couple were shattered, and all the expectations were gone, all the love the care, yielded this....
god why us?
god why us?

jo bhi hai ab to isso ke saath hi jeena padega
KYA
KYA BOLE

then started the worst phase in the infants life
the so called love started to decrease
they were aware that the infant was crying but still nobody bothered to go to him and make him calm, then they started to have weird thoughts in their minds
yaar cant we dispose off the baby somewhere

WHAT
WHAT THE FUCK DID U JUST SAID

IS THAT WHAT U WANT
no we cant do this to the child he is legally ours
we have to feed him our whole life
he was not worth it
uski maa ne pata nahi kya kya paap kiye hoonge



Is this the way we think
agar wo apna hota to?
to bhi esse hi sochte?
kya pyar kam hota?

think about the infant
now his life is so difficult that he is first of all sick and then the family has adopted him and they all their life will think of him as he is a burden

what the fuck man

is this the way we live is this the way we behave

doesn't the infant needs care and love and everything that a normal child deserves

BUT AS IS LIFE..........................

ADIOS

CHAPTER 1: Kya Pata Kal Ho Na Ho

When a child is born,
there are so many feelings attached to him/her
there r so many people weeping just bcz tht new life is here on earth and
many a lives have changed now as this child is born

somebody has become a mother someone has bcm a father
someone a grand father and the list continues to infinity

tht child changes there world
and no one sees if he child id ugly or beautiful but they love tht creation of god and all enjoy with him/her all the time,

they are lik i have to play with him and i have to take him in my hands and then that soft feeling which changes u, and u 4gt all the worries of ur lif and u just concentrate on taking that cute and soft child in ur hands,

thn whn the child plays and cries u cant see him crying and u come running out of the blue and gt angry on one another tht it was not ur mistake and thn u pledge tht we all will never let him cry and we will take care of him.

and u do u actually do

then the boy grows up and start seeing things his way
then u tell him things can be better and this is the way to do it and this is not the way to do it

who told u tht
may be ur fathers and ur grandfathers
(things tht we follow and things we dont is a different topic and i am not going into tht)

BUT Y DO WE SAY THINGS CAN GET BETTER AND SAY LIF IS BEAUTIFUL AHEAD
BUT U HAVE TO DO ONE THING

P
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S
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M
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IS THIS WHAT WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT

IS THIS LIF BEAUTIFUL

and how the fuck can pushing make a lif beautiful

i think life is one big sea and we should let it flow where it wants to flow and we should not stear it our own way bcz it will eventually reach its own predetermined destination

now let us start wht i came here for

i was 2 years old and i dont remember but my mom,dad , didis tell me i was so exited by the thing called study tht they used to say adi khana khale mein tujhe padaoongi (how the fuck can anyone do this yaar, was i so bad whn i ws young) but they say this used to happen, i say ok good badiya hai

then came school
then started the phase in my life which is still not over
and i dont think it will get over

i dont know how i didnt gt the concept of school, teaching, and
evry teacher was like always complaining about me
he does not study
he does not make notes
his mind is somewhr else

PTMs were like the worst days of the month
thn they started finding solutions to my problem
he is always sharpening his pencil so stop giving him sharpener
my parents lik OK

oops i didnt totally described my problem

my problem was whn the teacher was teaching us
i was very good in interaction
but the time she used to say write

i used to get blank she would write things on the board for half an hour
and wht i wrote was just the date the heading and CW(class work)
THTS it so this was my problem


ya back to the story
so my parents said OK
thn the problem still persisted
then the teacher said
he is constantly erasing smthin
stop giving him the rubber
the said OK
he is always using his hankerchief
the said OK
dont give him more than one pencil
they said OK

but the problem still persisted

noone and i say no one could get me out of it

but the end result
i became bad in studies and i lost interst in them
so i became a not so bright student
or i should straight away say very bad student

thn came the tutors

my parents and my sis have really suffered bcz of me as whn the notes were not thr how could they teach me for the finals and then the photstat thing was also not tht common
so wht wht my mother and di used to do
they used to go to my friends home and thn ask thier mom to give thm the copy and they used to copy all tht stuff by pen and hand and in the process my job was to sit their so tht they dont feel lonely and in the way have some aah many slaps on my face bcz of my sins

ya whr i was
haan then came the tutors

believe me or not
i have been on tutions since whn i was in 2nd
really funny but true

so they came and normally they were not used to teaching such small pricks
so they were also very harsh on me
but the end result same
NO IMPROVEMENT

i remember my father also used to teach me and whn i faultered the used to say open ur fingers and then he used to place the pincil between my fingers and then he used to close it by force

my fingers have become so much easy to tht
tht my fingers can hold the pencil thr now and with no pain and
they fit like they were made to stay thr

bu then also no result

then i remember whn i was in 5th
then came the golden line of my life and i still get to hear tht lin
but i really fuck the people now who say tht line

BETA EK BAAR 8TH TAK POOHANCH JA PHIR TO COACHING CLASSES HOTI HAIN TO MAZE HI MAZE PHIR PADNE MEIN KOI DIKKAT MAHI HOGI

hmmm.... achha ji
thik hai ye sahi

so adi started waiting for 8th whn his lif will become easier and everythinf will be sweet and nothing sour

thn came 8th and till now adi has become an introvert and an asshole types
kisi se baat karne ki himmat nahi
sab se darr lagta hai
felling uncomfortable between people

par koi naa
kisi tarah 8th tak ghisad ghisad ke pohanche to sahi

phir tha decision HINDI YA SANSKRIT

achha i didnt tell u naa
haha abhi bhi yaad karta hun to hansi aa jati hai
first term mein fail
second term mein fail preboard mein achi tarah se tayari kar k gya lekin phir failphir to madam was furious are tum to fail pe fail hue ja rhe ho
u r my duty
mein tumko pass nahi karungi

i had DAV boards in 8th and thn 33 to pass i got 32 ab aur kitne chahiye yaar
ek no. ka grace de ar pass kar

par nahi32
i am failing u
did u enderstand tht

u have to give re preboard and thn pass
OK?

ok

thn came the re preboard
u know how much i got
31
hahahahahahah
maam was lik

jao beta jao mein tumhe kuch nahi bolungi jao pass kia
and i triumphed

thn i just passed in hindi
then came the first choice
i was like life is a straight road and u just to keep walking on it
but i didnt know wth it had was just choices
tht it

so HINDI OR SANSKRIT?

i said sanskrit
bhai ek baar sanskrit mein pas hone ka chance to hai aur hindi is hopeless

ok but i needed a percentage
obviously i couldnt get it

thn came the life ka first jugad
the teacher incharge was a relative of some relative

so i got into the sanskrit section the last list
like as in the last cutt off list

but at least i made it
my friends were like salle tera jugad se hua hai
then i pledged ki sala life mein kuch bhi jugad se nahi karunga
jo bhi karunga khud hi karunga
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
IS THT POSSSIBLE
THE REST IS HISTORY
SABKO PATA HAI KI AB KYA HOTA HAI


chalo ab life assan hone wali hai
I GOT SANSKRIT
chalo i came on track mein classes mein notes banane laga
pr the writting was OOOOOOOOO HORRIBLE

thn again AAPKE BETE MIEN EK HI KAMI HAI
IMPROVE HIS HAND WRITTING NAHI TO LIF MEIN KAISE AAGE BADEGA
and my parents ok

ab ek nayi daud shuru hui
the writting sudharo abhiyan

jo abhi tak jari hai

phir wo sadi hui line phir se aa gayi

BETA EK BAAR 10TH PASS KAR LE LIFE BHAR YE NO KAM AATE HAIN PHIR TO LIFE SET HOTI HAI TO MAZE HI MAZE PHIR PADNE MEIN KOI DIKKAT MAHI HOGI

chao ye bhi sahi
thik hai bhai mulla ki daud mazjid tak
thik hai
ye bhi kar lete hain

chalte chalte ghisad te hue pohonche 10th tak

us time to poore saal
beta ek bar tenth bas phir to........ !@#$%^&*
bas subject achha mil jayeeleventh


mom and dad were like take commerce
but thn one person said to me tht if u take science
u will learn to ask y for everything
u will want asnwers and ur reasoning power will increase
ok yaar
waise he was a guy who changed my world(thats a different story "PRAKASH SHRIVASTAVA")
i thought
ill get a chance to prove my self and i will get better career opportunities


and a chance to shut the mouth of my critics

i got 71% i was so happy tht i was dancing like hell on tht day
i thought these will be enough
but destiny had different plans
i reached on the selection day
to find a line outside a room i asked and found out this is the line whr all those who want to take science are standing
OH MY GOD
such a big line
but no probs in my school one batch had 500 students tht was not the problem
the problem was in the notice on tht door
it said for science u need to have 75%
and all my dreams were shattered
thn u know wht happened





jugad






naa





crying







naaa








mee standing in the commerce line
and the science line was straight in front of my eyes in comparison it was lookin lik tht i am in unreserved class in railways and they were lik first class of aeroplane


i was feeling so insulted then i dont know 4m whr god came in dress of two students
one asshole like me and the other god himself

asshole: yaar i cant get science
god:y
asshole:i dont have enough
god:have u calculated?
asshole:ya 74%
god:abe 'english math science' mein itne kam? chi sale sharam aani chahiye hahaha
asshole:'english math science'? ye kya hai?
god: oh kutte dont tell me ki tune ye nahi pada ki ye teen subject ke hi calculate honge science k liye?
asshole:shit man lemme recalculate
and i also started my counting
75.1

haahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and thn i ran i literally ran
and back to first class i entered the room
and then
how many marks?
mam 'english math science' 75.1
kaunsi stream
mam non-medical
and she didnt even asked a question
could it be so easy
kya sahi main
but yes it was true
thn mam aur kuch
nahi bas cetificate ki copy hai
yes mam
chodd do yahin
ok mam jaoon?
haan!!!
thank u mam

thn i had i smile on my face

and i came outside and yes i have succeded
i have proved myself
i can do something
i am not jugadu
i had won this battle on my own

i have won
i have won

then started eleventh
i had interest
yes i did
but i dont know wht happened
i stopped getting marks
waise kaunsa aate the par phir bhi
classes were good
i knew almost everything
i had gr8 impression on teachers till the first pprs after tht i lost tht impression
bcz no reslut

pata nahi kaise nikli eleventh
par ek topic saath hi chalta rha
ki coaching karen ya nahi
are enginnering ki
entrance ki

i said yaar ya to ise pass kar lo ya use

i said meine to crash course naam eki chez suni hai
i am going to join tht

ok
then came twelfth

phir wo sadi hui line wapas aa gayi

BETA EK BAAR 12TH PASS KAR LE LIFE BHAR YE NO KAM AATE HAIN PHIR TO LIFE SET HOTI HAI TO MAZE HI MAZE PHIR PADNE MEIN KOI DIKKAT MAHI HOGI

ok ye bhi pass ho gayi
phir coaching
aur padai
wo bhi ek story hai
(yaad dilana "the help - god always helps those who have good frnds" phir kabhi likhunga)

lekin ek chez same rahi

BETA EK BAAR ENGINEERING ME HO JAYE LIFE BHAR MAZE HI MAZE PHIR TO LIFE SET HOTI HAI TO MAZE HI MAZE PHIR TO BETA ENGINEER HO JAYEGA

phir AIEEE-33000
jamia - rejected
dce - 3200
IP - 1982
(abe ye bhi ek form hai delhi mein hi hai bahar to hum ja nahi sakte to kam se kam delhi ke to bharen)

phir hua MAIT mein
phir

BETA EK SEM AUR
LIFE SET HOTI HAI
TO MAZE HI MAZE
PHIR TO BETA ENGINEER HO JAYEGA

ok ye bhi sahi
mujhe lagta hai u have got the point

then came

betaaaaaaaaaaa ek baar MBA entrance
betaaaaaaaaaaa ek bar MBA kar le

no doubt ye sare sapne meine hi dikhaye hain
aur mere maa baap ne mujhpe koi pressure nahi dala

the point is
ye kar le phir to lif set hai maze hi maze hain koi dikkat nahi aayegi life easy ho jayegi

but as we can all see tht everything is getting complicated
and more complicated

so never leave the masti fot tomorrow
as there is no tomorrow if u dont do the masti part in ur lif

and pls stop saying tht ki masti to baad mein bhi kar sakte hain

jitni masti karni hai saath saath karte chalo
wanra bude ho jaoge aur phir bologe yaar ye nahi kiya wo nahi kiya

so thanks for reading this much
and giving me so much of ur valuable time

NOW GO OUT THERE AND ENJOY
NEVER LEAVE THE MASTI FOR TOMORROW

LET US PLAY THE GAME CALLED LIFE

KYUKI KYA PATA
KAL HO NAA HO

THNKS



ADIOS

CHAPTER ZERO: THE COMMENT TO DIWAKARS POST

wow thts a new concept to me
i started writting this as a comment but it became so big i thought it would be better to start my own blog with this one

i am not a good typer and not at all a good writter so pls dont mind if i write something tht is unneccesary or if smthin hurts smone

but really i dont mean to hurt anyone

i was reading these blogs by diwakar and then ankit and then writting comments was so good......

good one
grt one
keep it up
keep going

and then it just clicked

i thought may be i caould also write so heres my attempt to this thing

BUT ILL STILL COUNT IT AS THE COMMENT FOR DIWAKARS BLOG : "Last Few Days"
"http://west-of-sunset.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-few-days.html"
THTS Y "CHAPTER ZERO"

and we all remember the events really like mini clips as diwakar said

we will always remember himanshu the first time he ws seeing a bf clip in college or lab

and raju bieng cheered while drinking beer for the first time

and shalab saying mein jahan bhi jata hoon pehli baar hi jata hoon

i being called a deshdrohi

many of us listening to music while yvsr shastri was teaching

dean saying "u can see my figure"

soni saying "yee meraa shaftt haii"

pandey saying aditya tumahri placemnt to kabhi ho hi nahi sakti

and vp mishra saying mein to pehle attendence le lunga mein chahta hun ki wohi class mein hon jo padhna chahte hon

and dr gupta saying maa ki and behen ki in lab

chauhan saying mam aapse achi physics to mein pada sakta hoon

and tikko saying achhaaa and OK and listening to burayi of mumbai 4m his mouth

and fuck how could i 4gt the "alien technology" lab :america gets all tech 4m aliens

all was grt and we really think sometimes tht the study and the exams and the fucking course books are such a small part of it tht we cant even call tht engineering

and all tht which is actually called enginnering can be described in words and the more u write the more u get in mind

ok ok the last one

i really will miss tht scene

tht we all sitting in reading room
and one copying from the first and then the third copying from the second and then this train went on to the second table

shit man tht was real fun

and i can really gladly and fukin confusingly can say engineering was not at all about the studying part

it was living those 4 yrs together and better
to know people
to know about people
to choose whom u want to be with
to make frnds
to find out how ur frnds r
to find out thr are different ways of living ur life and they can be bettr as well
to get to know people may be different from u and then also they can be right
to get to know how much people expect 4m u and they expect tht u shouldnt expect
to know how power feels like(it feels like u r god really)
to know : with big power comes big responsibility
and to know running from responsibility is so much dificult and at the same time so much easy

to know there is soooooooooo much to be learned in this god damm world other than wht text buks can teach u, and the small things are such important things u cant live without

the college has changed me
and i know for good
they have made me a cunning clever bastard but we all know assholes and those who fear cant survive in this world, one cant just depend on other for his/her own life and u have to live ur life on ur own

i gotta know tht thier is smthin in this world known as not trusting smone
bcz they can hit at ur back

and to master the art of dual personality
(i am glad i have accepted this today
and i am glad i learned it all)
but lemme tell u one thing ill always be friend eith frnds and will be foe to a foe
and i didnt use the word always with foe bcz if he/she turns a frnd, if u have not tortured me mentally u r always welcome, again!!!!

all these things takes the childhood out of u and make u a cunning corporate businessman

but still if u can think about others and still u can retain ur "bachpana" as i always say and remember who u r
u will always emerge as a winner in every aspect

and will definately win the battle of life

and i have LEARNT one thing
U LIKE IT OR NOT
MAN IS A SOCIAL ANIMAL AND IT CANT SURVIVE ON ITS OWN
PEOPLE WHOM U CAN FOLLW TO MOVE AHEAD IN LIFE AND PEOPLE WHO FOLLOW U SO GT U GET THE FEELING OF TRIUMPH THT U HAVE WON AND THR IS SMONE FOLLOWING U
I
DONT
WANT
TO
WIN
BUT

I
DONT
WANT
TO
LOSE
EITHER

ahem i think jyada ho gaya seriously jyada ho gya

ok i cut it out
CUT---------------------------
thts was the only way i could stop writting about the journey called engineering.....

IT GOT PERSONAL BUT I THINK EVERYTHING COMING OUT HERE IS PERSONAL

I HAVE NAMED IT "THE BIN" BCZ ILL SPILL THE BEANS HERE NO MATTER WHT
SO KEEP WATCHING

AND PLS TELL ME IF I AM A BAD WRITTER SO THT AT LEAST I DONT BOTHER U PEOPLE TO READ MY SHIT

OKIE TOKIE
BYES

HUHHHHHHH

THT WAS A HARD ONE TO WRITE
AND THE HARDEWST OF ALL WAS TO GET IT OUT OF ME