Hey friends, i have hardly written anything about myself... & i am not getting any idea for the new story also..... So today i decide to write something about my likes, dislikes, what irritates me, etc.....
Following are few things which i love to do or want to do:
1. Drive the car at a very high speed.... Till now the maximum speed at which i have driven a car is 138 km/hr but i want the Speedo meter to cross 150 km/hr....
2. I want to learn how to hack an email account... I tried few methods but it didn’t work....... So if anyone knows how to hack the account please let me know...
3. I am very adventurous guy & wish to do various activities such as paragliding (tried doing it twice, but both the times winds were not favourable for it, so was not able to go for it), bungee jumping, sky diving, paracelling & river rafting (both i have done it once, but wish to do one more time). Planning to go for river rafting this rainy season...
4. Like to go for trekking
5. Enjoy playing pranks on friends, but sometimes mein kuch jayda hi masti kaar jata hu & they get hurt....so i m really sorry for that...But kya karu, nature hi aisa hai & i always promise them that i will not hurt them but end up doing the same thing..... I am really very sorry to all of them....
6. If given a chance i would like to do the stunts performed in Khatron Ke Khiladi serial....
7. I like to keep on experimenting with my computer & because of which i have sometime lost some data or have corrupted some file...
8. To go on a long drive with a girl friend but kya kare abhi tak ek bhi girl friend nahi hai (but someone has promised to help me in finding one).... So jab tak girl frined nahi hai tab tak i enjoy going on a long drive with family...
9. Listening to hindi music at its full volume......
Following are few things which frustrate me and some of my negative qualities:
1. I get frustrated when people make promises & then don’t fulfil it...
2. If someone keeps me waiting, be it friends or anyone, i easily get frustrated...
3. Mumbai traffic, especially the auto-rickshaw when they don’t give side, i get irritated.... don’t know what they think of themselves & why the hell they don’t give side..I think one of the main reason for traffic jams in Mumbai is this rickshaws.... If they drive systematically, to some extent the problem of traffic jams can be solved......
4. I easily get frustrated when i am not able to achieve what i have planned, be it in studies or in anything.....
5. I get angry when people smoke in public places....Unko kuch bolo to they start fighting.... I don’t know why the F*** they need to smoke in public places??? Cant they smoke in private places.... Kya Mumbai mein traffic se nikalne wala dhua kaam nahi hai ki these bloody smokers are adding more to the pollution....
6. I get angry when friends even after promising me don’t give me there comments on the post on my blog...... (just kidding yaar)....
7. I am a very short tempered guy...... It just takes me few seconds to lose my temper & once i lose it takes me lot of time to be normal & many a times because of this mera saara gussa meri little sister pe nikalta hai.... I am sorry sister....
8. From few of the above points you all must have came to know that i easily get frustrated, so that’s one of my biggest week point...
9. I have lots of negativity in myself & to some extent whatever negative i think about myself, it comes true... U can say that my sixth sense is little bit powerful....hahaha.... To give some example, few days back i had thought of breaking a glass & getting myself hurt. The next day a ketchup bottle slipped from my hand & i got hurt... Second incidence was that i thought ki aaj mera accident hoga & the same day ek chotta sa car se accident ho gaya (it was not my fault)..... There are many such examples......
Lastly, i would like to say one thing which i have learnt & hope so most of you will also agree with me, “Don’t be so sweet that people ingest you & don’t be so bitter that people spit you out......”
Friday, March 20, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Witness to a Murder....
Hey Sudeep in my first post u had said that the real challenge would be to continue blogging & I feel that u were right.......I have nothing to write about my life because there’s not much special going on in my life....... Life is really going at its slow pace........ But to continue blogging kuch to karna hi hai...... So here’s I am with a new story “Witness to a Murder”, hopes so you all will like & if don’t then don’t curse me.........hahahaha.........
Rajiv had seen this kind of thing happen in movies but he never thought it happened in real life. Rajiv lived with his wife Sneha and her brother Vikram. Vikram had been living with them for about a year. Vikram had moved to Mumbai in search of employment. He found odd jobs but was not successful in finding something good that will enable him to move on his own. Sneha and Rajiv were very understanding and they made Vikram at home.
One night Vikram was returning after watching a late night show and he witnessed something shocking. The ally was deserted and it was dark with the exception of street light. He saw two men holding a man while a third man fired 3-4 shots of bullet. The sound of gun was loud and Vikram expected people to flock the streets to see what had happened but he forgot that he was in Mumbai, things like these were of daily occurance. Vikram did manage to see the guy’s face who fired those shots, the victim fell down and the other two shouted “Munna Bhai yeh to khallas ho gaya hai, aap ghar jao hum body ko thikhane lagate hai”. Munna bhai lit a cigarette as he walked away slowly.
Vikram was shocked, he ran as fast as he could and reached home, he decided not to tell about his incident to anyone. Rajiv noticed that Vikram acted a bit different that day but he soon got busy and forgot about the incident. Vikram read all the newspapers to see if the incident was mentioned but nothing was written about it.
A few days after the incident Vikram overheard two boys talking about the murder, he heard enough to figure out what had happened. Murthy managed Munna’s money and one day Murthy got greedy and started cheating, Munna eventually figured it out and decided to get rid of him. Murthy’s parents knew Murthy was dead but they were too scared to report this to the police.
Vikram decided to tell everything to Sneha and Rajiv. They were both scared, Sneha asked him to return to their village for some time. Rajiv however understood the severity of the situation. He called his inlaws to discuss this matter. Vikram’s mother was scared but his father wanted him to do the right thing and report the incident to the police.
Rajiv and Vikram went to the Police Station and reported the crime. Munna was powerful and he had insiders in the police. It did not take long for Munna to find the whereabouts of Vikram and he started getting threatening letters and phone calls.
In-laws were consulted again and this time the father agreed that the best thing to do was to send Vikram home for good. Doing the right thing is one thing but a son’s life is dearer to parents.
In the middle of night Rajiv made Vikram wear a burkha, they left the house quietly, they took a taxi to the train station and Vikram did not board the train until it was about to leave, everything went as planned and Rajiv breathed a sigh of relief.
No sooner had the train left that Rajiv was surrounded by two goons, they asked him to sit in a taxi and they blindfolded him. Rajiv saw that they were carrying guns and on the bumpy road the gun would touch his hands and his heart would skip a beat.
Finally they reached a deserted place and his blindfold was removed. A man came over and introduced himself, he was Munna. He thanked Rajiv for leaving Vikram at the train station but demanded money. Munna claimed that his reputation was damaged and he wanted to be compensated financially. Rajiv did not carry that much cash with him but he promised to bring the money next day. Munna gave him 12 hours to meet his demands.
Rajiv told Sneha about the whole incident. They had no choice but to pay up, the next morning Rajiv went to the police station. The Police Chowki board was missing and some of Munna’s goons were removing the furniture. Inside Munna was drinking tea, he asked Rajiv “Paise laye kya?” Rajiv handed over the money, at that time Murthy came from another room, he patted Rajiv on his back and said “Kyon sahab kya haal hai?” With a big smile Rajiv replied “Aab to Haal ekdum theek hai…saala jo bhaag gaya”.
Rajiv had seen this kind of thing happen in movies but he never thought it happened in real life. Rajiv lived with his wife Sneha and her brother Vikram. Vikram had been living with them for about a year. Vikram had moved to Mumbai in search of employment. He found odd jobs but was not successful in finding something good that will enable him to move on his own. Sneha and Rajiv were very understanding and they made Vikram at home.
One night Vikram was returning after watching a late night show and he witnessed something shocking. The ally was deserted and it was dark with the exception of street light. He saw two men holding a man while a third man fired 3-4 shots of bullet. The sound of gun was loud and Vikram expected people to flock the streets to see what had happened but he forgot that he was in Mumbai, things like these were of daily occurance. Vikram did manage to see the guy’s face who fired those shots, the victim fell down and the other two shouted “Munna Bhai yeh to khallas ho gaya hai, aap ghar jao hum body ko thikhane lagate hai”. Munna bhai lit a cigarette as he walked away slowly.
Vikram was shocked, he ran as fast as he could and reached home, he decided not to tell about his incident to anyone. Rajiv noticed that Vikram acted a bit different that day but he soon got busy and forgot about the incident. Vikram read all the newspapers to see if the incident was mentioned but nothing was written about it.
A few days after the incident Vikram overheard two boys talking about the murder, he heard enough to figure out what had happened. Murthy managed Munna’s money and one day Murthy got greedy and started cheating, Munna eventually figured it out and decided to get rid of him. Murthy’s parents knew Murthy was dead but they were too scared to report this to the police.
Vikram decided to tell everything to Sneha and Rajiv. They were both scared, Sneha asked him to return to their village for some time. Rajiv however understood the severity of the situation. He called his inlaws to discuss this matter. Vikram’s mother was scared but his father wanted him to do the right thing and report the incident to the police.
Rajiv and Vikram went to the Police Station and reported the crime. Munna was powerful and he had insiders in the police. It did not take long for Munna to find the whereabouts of Vikram and he started getting threatening letters and phone calls.
In-laws were consulted again and this time the father agreed that the best thing to do was to send Vikram home for good. Doing the right thing is one thing but a son’s life is dearer to parents.
In the middle of night Rajiv made Vikram wear a burkha, they left the house quietly, they took a taxi to the train station and Vikram did not board the train until it was about to leave, everything went as planned and Rajiv breathed a sigh of relief.
No sooner had the train left that Rajiv was surrounded by two goons, they asked him to sit in a taxi and they blindfolded him. Rajiv saw that they were carrying guns and on the bumpy road the gun would touch his hands and his heart would skip a beat.
Finally they reached a deserted place and his blindfold was removed. A man came over and introduced himself, he was Munna. He thanked Rajiv for leaving Vikram at the train station but demanded money. Munna claimed that his reputation was damaged and he wanted to be compensated financially. Rajiv did not carry that much cash with him but he promised to bring the money next day. Munna gave him 12 hours to meet his demands.
Rajiv told Sneha about the whole incident. They had no choice but to pay up, the next morning Rajiv went to the police station. The Police Chowki board was missing and some of Munna’s goons were removing the furniture. Inside Munna was drinking tea, he asked Rajiv “Paise laye kya?” Rajiv handed over the money, at that time Murthy came from another room, he patted Rajiv on his back and said “Kyon sahab kya haal hai?” With a big smile Rajiv replied “Aab to Haal ekdum theek hai…saala jo bhaag gaya”.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Yaad aate hai woh pal....
Few weeks back, after a long time I had a chat with my college friend & we were just discussing how we used to enjoy during our college days….. How we used to freak out with friends, bunk classes, sit in the canteen for hours…….. No work pressure, no deadlines……. Apni marzi ke hum raja hua karte the….. But once we graduated, it has been months we meet each other, or talk with each other.….. We are just stuck up with our work, work & more work……
Then today while listening to the song “Pal, yaad aayenge ye pal” again the same thing came to my mind, how our life has changed a lot……. & from here, I got a topic for my blog…….. “Yaad aate hai woh pal (college days)”…..
I still remember the day when SSC results were out & I had got fairly good marks to get an admission to N.M. College….. I was excited to go to college, make new friends…. For me & rather for all of us, College meant no more uniforms, no more need to cut the hairs ridiculously short, no more need to wear daily a pair of well polished black shoes, bunk classes…... You all would agree that we still remember our first day in the college. Who would not? That day when we stepped outside childhood and entered Youth.
I can’t say that I enjoyed a lot in my college but still had fun….. But now seeing today’s life, I feel that jitni bhi college day’s mein masti ki who bahut thi because now we friends have hardly any time to meet each other….. It has been months we meet each other or talk with each other…..
I have tried my best to brief out college days in the following few paragraphs…….
Yaad aate hai woh pal jo humne sath bitaye the...
Classroom ki benches pe jo humne drawings banayi the...
Woh lecture bunk marna... Woh chup chup ke proxies lagana...
Woh bhag bhag ke 1st lecture main pahuch jaana... Uspe teacher ka hume dekhkar muh banana...
Woh class main baith baith ke jhapkiya marna...
Woh notebook ke andar sheets rakh assignments complete karna...
Woh teacher ka beech beech main round maarne aana... Unko aate dekh humara satark ho jaana...
Woh lunch ki bell bhajte hi doston ko milne jaana...
Coridor main khade rehke ladke/ladkiyon ko dekhna...
Woh shaam hote hote sabka thak jaana...
Dheere Dheere chalke station tak jaana...
Beech raaste pe rukkar Xerox nikalna....
Dosto ke sath bhagte bhagte local train pakadna...
Masti karke, gaate gaate ghar ki aur badna... Isi tarah haste haste humara din nikal jaana... Duniya ki zhamelo se kitna alag tha woh zamana...
Raat raat bhar jhag ke exams ki tayari karna...
Woh call kar kar ke dosto se answers discuss karna…
Subah nahake bhagwan ke darshan karne jana... Hey Bhagwan!! Is baar please KT mat lagana...
Raaste pe chalte chalte kitabo main ghus jaana...
Woh ghadi ke kaaton pe baar baar nazar ka jaana...
Woh exam ke pehle baar baar toilet ke darshan ho jana... Aur mann hi mann main diagrams/ answers dohrana...
Exam k bell bajte hi yahan wahan bhagna...
Doston ki kitabo main ek naya question pana...
Woh Sir ka hume baar baar bulana... “Just a min” bolke unse peecha chudana...
Who question paper ka distribute hona… Logo ka reaction dekhne ke liye mann lalchana…
Who question paper hath lagte sir patakna… Freak!!! yeh padna reh gaya yeh bolke apne aap ko kosna…
Woh Exam hall main ishare karna..
Aage wale ne woh attempt kiya ho yehi aas rakhna…
Woh exam khatam hone ka warning bell bajna..
. Idhar udhar sab jagah hath pair maarna...
Woh exam ke baad paper discuss karna aur sab sach samne aana…
Copy na kar pane pe doston ko galiyan dena…
Kaash ye bhi pada hota uske sapne dekhna......
Phir badi betabi se results ka wait karna…
Kya din hua karte the woh… na koi tension... na boss ki gaaliyaan.... na deadlines ki tension... (mass-bunk to maar sakte the wahan)... Lekin ab saab who yaadein baan gayi hai….
kaash woh din fir vaapis laut aayen...
Chalo yaar, bahut likh liya...... It’s now time to go to sleep as it’s too late now... But before ending now, let’s make a point that we should try to meet atleast once in a month......
Good Night !!!
Then today while listening to the song “Pal, yaad aayenge ye pal” again the same thing came to my mind, how our life has changed a lot……. & from here, I got a topic for my blog…….. “Yaad aate hai woh pal (college days)”…..
I still remember the day when SSC results were out & I had got fairly good marks to get an admission to N.M. College….. I was excited to go to college, make new friends…. For me & rather for all of us, College meant no more uniforms, no more need to cut the hairs ridiculously short, no more need to wear daily a pair of well polished black shoes, bunk classes…... You all would agree that we still remember our first day in the college. Who would not? That day when we stepped outside childhood and entered Youth.
I can’t say that I enjoyed a lot in my college but still had fun….. But now seeing today’s life, I feel that jitni bhi college day’s mein masti ki who bahut thi because now we friends have hardly any time to meet each other….. It has been months we meet each other or talk with each other…..
I have tried my best to brief out college days in the following few paragraphs…….
Yaad aate hai woh pal jo humne sath bitaye the...
Classroom ki benches pe jo humne drawings banayi the...
Woh lecture bunk marna... Woh chup chup ke proxies lagana...
Woh bhag bhag ke 1st lecture main pahuch jaana... Uspe teacher ka hume dekhkar muh banana...
Woh class main baith baith ke jhapkiya marna...
Woh notebook ke andar sheets rakh assignments complete karna...
Woh teacher ka beech beech main round maarne aana... Unko aate dekh humara satark ho jaana...
Woh lunch ki bell bhajte hi doston ko milne jaana...
Coridor main khade rehke ladke/ladkiyon ko dekhna...
Woh shaam hote hote sabka thak jaana...
Dheere Dheere chalke station tak jaana...
Beech raaste pe rukkar Xerox nikalna....
Dosto ke sath bhagte bhagte local train pakadna...
Masti karke, gaate gaate ghar ki aur badna... Isi tarah haste haste humara din nikal jaana... Duniya ki zhamelo se kitna alag tha woh zamana...
Raat raat bhar jhag ke exams ki tayari karna...
Woh call kar kar ke dosto se answers discuss karna…
Subah nahake bhagwan ke darshan karne jana... Hey Bhagwan!! Is baar please KT mat lagana...
Raaste pe chalte chalte kitabo main ghus jaana...
Woh ghadi ke kaaton pe baar baar nazar ka jaana...
Woh exam ke pehle baar baar toilet ke darshan ho jana... Aur mann hi mann main diagrams/ answers dohrana...
Exam k bell bajte hi yahan wahan bhagna...
Doston ki kitabo main ek naya question pana...
Woh Sir ka hume baar baar bulana... “Just a min” bolke unse peecha chudana...
Who question paper ka distribute hona… Logo ka reaction dekhne ke liye mann lalchana…
Who question paper hath lagte sir patakna… Freak!!! yeh padna reh gaya yeh bolke apne aap ko kosna…
Woh Exam hall main ishare karna..
Aage wale ne woh attempt kiya ho yehi aas rakhna…
Woh exam khatam hone ka warning bell bajna..
. Idhar udhar sab jagah hath pair maarna...
Woh exam ke baad paper discuss karna aur sab sach samne aana…
Copy na kar pane pe doston ko galiyan dena…
Kaash ye bhi pada hota uske sapne dekhna......
Phir badi betabi se results ka wait karna…
Kya din hua karte the woh… na koi tension... na boss ki gaaliyaan.... na deadlines ki tension... (mass-bunk to maar sakte the wahan)... Lekin ab saab who yaadein baan gayi hai….
kaash woh din fir vaapis laut aayen...
Chalo yaar, bahut likh liya...... It’s now time to go to sleep as it’s too late now... But before ending now, let’s make a point that we should try to meet atleast once in a month......
Good Night !!!
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