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This blog of mine provided me excellent oppertunities to interact with various people across the nation/Infosys.This blog has some 40+ articles to its name but one common tendency i have observed in the readers is that "Today we are so busy in our day to day activities that we get time just to read the latest artcile or the very first page"

Note: This is just Author's observation and author has no intention to hurt anyone/comment on anyone.

And through this blog i met many beutiful souls(Don't smile,this doesn't mean my blog is haunted,i just meant good people) and i thank one and all again for the effort and time invested.You all might be wondering why am i creating such stories and all of a sudden why have i become so formal and nice to you all? :)
Actually,i wanted to mention and convey my thanks to one such blog reader,N******* a gal from ********.Being South Indian she is bit weak in Hindi but still she took the pain to read through max of my creations,almost all Hindi poems and mailed me her doubts.Please,find below an inocent example of her effort

Mumkin Nahi(not possible)

Main Jindagii phir se jeena chahta huin(I wanna live my life again) ,malum hai mumkin nahi(I know its not posbl)....
Thakk chukka main chalte chaltee(am tired of …going?)...sir rakhne ko maa ka seena chahta huin(I cudn’t get this)malum hai mumkin nahi ..
Aur bumo ke saay mainn jee rahi nasaal ke liyee(?)...phir ek bar(once again) Gandhi sa nagina(?) ..chahta huin(want)...Malum hai mumkin nahi ...
Aarram parsht ac main baithe/sote(cooly sitting n sleepin in ac) navjavaano(guys) ke maathe pe(?) mehnat(work/risk..?) ka pasina(?) chata ahuin ,malum hai mumkin nahi ....
Sallon se padii(frm yrs) mulkon ke beech iss darar ko(?) mohbaat(luv) ke dhaage (dirt)se seena ?chata huin , malum hai mumkin nahi...
Aur paschatya sanskriti main dhalti ballawon main..??phir se woh sansaakr(again the custom/tradition?),woh saaddgi??...woh haseena(I am not getting.. but I know wats haseena.. cudn’t recollect..laugh?) chata huin, malum hai munkin nahi
Aur Tere des main itni ..in ur country..milawat hai saathi ki zahar khaa ke??? jo maarna(killing).. chhaau to....malum hai munkin nahi

Disclaimer:

• Author has no intention to impress the girl by this article :) .
• The gratitude shown is not gender biased.
• The Pic although resembles a Valentine Day pose,but i am sorry i couldn't get any other pic suiting the post.If you have,please feel free to mail me the same.
• This article doesn't mean that Author is not thankfull and gratefull to other blog readers.

This is just one such example like this she sent me mails for most of my Hindi Poems.On a serious note,Guys such an effort and dedication compelled me and i know you all would agree that this desrved a formal salute from me.

Thanks N*******

Roshni And Madi: A Short Story

Guys! I stumbled over this short story while i was chatting with a friend of mine on Microsoft Office Communicator,Please do have a look at the image(emoticon list)below with each sentence or para you read.The stoty is hidden behind the emoticons,if you read it as a story then it might not seem appealing and it makes sense only when you look at the emoticon with everyline you read.

Story about a Guy named "Madi" and a Gal named "Roshni".Madi and Roshni met at their workplace(July 2007) and some chemistry clicked between them on the very first day and they were really happy to meet each other.They started meeting at the Coffe tables,enjoying the hot sip of coffe.As far as i know Madi, he never liked coffe but the oppertunity of spending few minutes with Roshni ; that yuck coffee from the vending m/c was nothing less than nectar for him.

Rainy season it was, and rains in Pune as put in wordas of Madi "Yaar,Are you really sure that Cehrapunji experiences max rain in India? Did they really teach us this in School" He always doubted this as he thought that Pune desrved that status.Anyvys,comming back to the story Rains for him meant that he stayed at home and thought a lot about her as he was not able to convince himself that her really likes this girl.Roshni was like any gal next door and so was Madi but there was something in her that was pulling him towards her.Thinking about her time seems to develop wings.

28 July is Mad's Bday and this year it was saturday and that meant that he wont be comming to office that day.As their freindship was still at a nascent stage,she could not go to his home so Roshni decided to surprsie him on 27July.Before leaving for the day she kept gift for Madi in his jacket's pocket and called him to inform the same.Madi was ver haapy,he loved gifts but he couldn't open the packet infront of his project mates.He left early that day and for the first time in his life after his parents someone had gifted him such a gft,i mean something which he required desperately and he would have never bought .If i put in his words"clean bowled ho gaya yaar".And ya he definitely was clean bowled by her sweet gesture.She gifted him an Ipod cover + a Leather Purse.He never told me this but i being his roomie knew that he was sad on his B'day and the biggest chatter box in the world(the magician of words) remianed silent for 2 days.I knew he was waiting for the next Monday.

Monday because he had prmoised her a movie and that movie strengthened the bond between them and then they started going for long rides and can u belive this Madi sent some 800 sms to her in a month.And thus the firm foundation of their friendship was set.One day Roshni fell ill , i had never seen/heard/imagined Madi going into the kitchen but for her he dashed from the office went to her room and then into the kitchen and prepared hot turmeric milk for her.Madi once told me that he knew that she was very haapy but at time he got irriatted when she insisted him to share her milk or maggie."One last spoon :)" -"One last spoon :)"And he would shout at her.Sweet Roshni was just trying to feed him ,what was her mistake?and she would get sad and wrap up all her eatables to herself.Madi Madi Madi,this guy is so goofy and sucks so much with his PJ's that he can light up any damn atmosphere.And he would use this weapon of his to make her smile and Roshni couldn't help admiring him.

Madi has this philosphy which i call "DFENSIVE MECHANISM",he is always afraind of rejections and people leaving him so he himself at times tries his tricks and methods and at time he even leaves that person to avoid the pain of him/her desserting Madi.Madi used the age old filmy technique,one day he proposed her,Roshni was dumbstruck,silent as she has been informed that Baskin Robinn has stoped serving her favourite ice cream.Our Madi uses his Pentium 99 and trigeers the Defensive Mechanism and filled with fear that she might reject him.He starts and breaks into laughter saying look at ur face,hua ha ah ha(Ya teh same way as our Hero does in movies but Madi never knew that this time he was not the Hero but a big Zero who had jumped on teh axe).She hesitatingly smile gathering herself and her emotions.

Roshni one day flew back to her home due to some family reasons leaving the job.Our Madi's heart was broken but one thing that gave him satisfaction that atleast she didn't say "No" as his Defensive Mechnaism stopped her to say anything.I tried to make him understand that his Defensive Mechanism sucks but he thinks himself a scholar/a Master a champ and says to me "sala apun ko koi reject ni karta,coz I play to win......And tells me Hey Vinni why do u look at like this that we are not together.....thats what you think we are very well together today also and the days we spend,the smiles and the joys we shared and the...................bike rides and the...maggie we ate and the philosphies i taught her..the movies we watched....and the Vada Pav that we ate........and...."sabke paise maine diye...ha ha ha................."he again jokes and walks way leaving his statement incomplete...................

The problem with people like Madi is that people laugh with him,smile at his PJ's want him always around them coz he sets the mood and trigegrs the party and he also shares his PJ's and weird funda's with them but when it comes to his sorrow, pain, tears there's no one around him and moreover he himself walks away......he shares only his joy with you all and tries to hide the volcano of emotions behind that 24*7 smile.........................May be his "Defensive Mechanism" or may be.......................

Madi alwys says this whenevr people asked him about his cheerfull nature

"Hansta chechra sadaa khusi ki naisani nahi hota.....Kyunki gar hansi hi khusi hoti to circus ka joker kabhi dukhi nahi hota :)"

Jab We Met

Note: Italicized statements are an attempt by the author to interact with you (The Reader).
Discontinuation or abrupt paragraphs are an attempt by the author to display the sporadic thoughts coming to his mind when he thinks about the subject.


“Vineet there will be 10 more people joining our Team, send them the Training plan and start with their training” said Anand our Manager and prompt was my reply “Oh No Not again”
I still remember that time, our Project was experiencing a major ramp up and me being the KM (Knowledge Management) anchor had the responsibility of training the lot. We grew from project of 20 to 60 individuals. It gave me an opportunity of meeting freshers’ gromming them up and interacting with them.
And in the lot I met a very simple gal, whom I thought bothered least about the project, her work, company and what not and above all my training plan/schedule etc. I have a bad habit of announcing my thoughts very loudly as in when I experience them and here I was sharing a thought with the Module Lead like a male chauvinist “Why does Inffosys take such kind of gals? I mean look she is least interested in any KT, she should be at home cooking and cleaning”. Sadly, I forgot the ML herself belonged to the same community and the looks I received were not pleasant one I can say.


Anyvys, days passed by and unluckily, Ok Ok don’t stare; luckily she was allocated the same cubicle as of mine.
Luckily she was not allocated the same requirement as mine; hmmm unluckily she was not allocated the same requirement as of mineJ. Days passed by and yet another time I was proved wrong, now I have even stopped keeping a count of the number of times I am proved wrong. I was proved wrong she turned out to be the pick of the release; I mean she was best of the lot. She not only did her work excellently but also helped others. Technically as well as in terms of sharing responsibility she was Ok.Hmmmmmm actually she was the best.
To summarize all she was exactly like me when I joined as fresher. Don’t stare at me I am not goanna rephrase it, coz I really mean itJ and its true to the best of my knowledge.

I am basically a Mechanical Engineer trained in Dot net who swayed into the field of Java by chance but she I must say was an expert in Java and I always found myself in an uncomfortable situation when she overlooked me while I was coding because I always knew that she must be having a better way of doing that. “Vinni don’t initialize this variable in this method, do it in the beginning of the class and run a reverse “for” loop for this” she would say.
And I would turn like Rajnikant and give a look at her pretending that she doesn’t exist and I would say “I don’t trust the Trainees and to add to on that I don’t trust the gals ”.
And would continue in the same fashion, only to find out later that what she said was right and I would require more information on How to do that? But the big male ego combined with seniority complex.
How would I ask her?

Hmm…Actually *** I think it can also be done the way you were saying but know what it would fail in this this condition and most innocently she would come and vomit the entire code bla bla bla…

Then I would say, No No I don’t think it would work, you know my experience says it wont’t.

Yes my job is done and I didn’t have to give her the credit also. Yipeeee….

Ya keep staring but common I had no other way and I am giving her all the credit by this article so all balanced.

Like this I had many instances not only in work but all fields of my life she received God knows what pleasure by making fun of me and many times I myself created instances making fool of myself just to see that smile on he face r that glimpse of victory (Hmmm…Do you have any problem in your eyes, Why are you staring again? or its your normal look…Those cooked up instances were few but believe me I did so at times and ya I know I am “make fool of myself” types) .The days passed by and we started really enjoying each other’s company (not Inffosys yaar, I meant being with each other).

Ok! What is the first thing that comes in your mind when you think of Tarzan?
Yeahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…wahhhhhhhh bla bla...I have no clues whatever that awful sound is…but I guess you got fare idea what I am referring to..that sound made by Tarzan
Although she is in no way from Tarzan family Tree but she had a signature call…. like Tarzan and as I write these lines I can literally see her humming these words… “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………”She had a peculiar way to say this she would bend 20 degrees towards the ground stretching both her hands and all her fingers except thumbs moving to and fro on the base (same signal when you call someone towards you). And this is not over, this sweetest pose on the earth combined with flickering motion of eyelids. Believe me one would be compelled walk to his deathbed just following this call.

Gosh… how can I forget this…”High Energy electrons” Yes “High Energy electrons charged electrons” this is what I would use if you ask me to describe her on my bike pillion in one word.
Electrons can accept and store energy. In doing so the shape of the probabilistic cloud they occupy changes shape or position jumping here to there.
Ya coming back to the point, once my bad luck provided me the opportunity to drop her to her room on my bike.hmmmmm..JMay be good Luck I must say. And that too because our Miss Chalta Firta call Center missed her 4’O clock bus as she was on phone discussing. Any Guesses?? Forget it you won’t get…discussing the Black Currant flavor at some Robbinhood shop, some basket and robbinhood shop. Can you believe that? Oh you can! , Then take this, as she knew she would get a good one from me on this she herself moved out before I could bombard informing me that she would catch the shuttle to Inffosys Phase 1 and would get a bus from there. And ya you guessed t write she missed that also and the reason for the same as told to me was that the shuttle just went before time today. Till date I doubt this, I am sure some chocolate or cake r discussion of the same on the phone must have delayed her. Before time huh and that too when our princess needed it the most.
Anyvys, she called me as she had no options left and taking lift from unknown person would have again meant bombardment from me.

Ok! Here the saga begins, life of an Electrostatic charged electrons on the pillion. You would have seen people hopping on the bike, getting on the bike even climbing on the bike but I doubt you would have seen someone crashing/banging on the bike and that too when the poor Red machine is on side stand. *** Bike is on side stand and look at my dilemma I can’t even ask that huge mass of flesh and bones (hmm…actually most beautiful art piece of God’s Gallery) to get down from the bike as it would mean that she would again crash on my bike. Getting the bike staright, turning on the ignition, pressing self start, switching gear and releasing clutch takes 2-3 seconds and before I do this I here a voice from the pillion “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and here we go. But that’s not the end of the trauma. Few things, which many decent normal girls of her age must not have tried on the pillion, please do this and let me know the pleasure you get from this
Never ever tie the scarf/dupatta before getting on the bike, try tying it at runtime.
v Shift your CG (Center of Gravity) to the right and then left and make sure that you look good with tied dupata in both the rear back view mirros. C’mon how can you trust just one mirror?
v Mistakenly pull my ipod earphone and then don’t say sorry and when asked just ignore or simply deny the fact that you even touched and blame it all on innocent wind.
v Occupy max space on the bike as if you have paid tickets for it.
v Mid way plead to do tripling so that her friend can again climb on to your bike, Ya climb on pushing you to the tank and that’s not over, then complain that the driver doesn’t adjust. I thank all you Guys who have driven the bike sitting on the tank through bumpy roads for sympathizing on my plight.
v Keep on advising on how to drive and commenting on sound’s coming from the bike as if you are the MotoGp champ of this season and sister of Valentino Rossi.
v Never Ever tell beforehand the turn to be taken to reach your home/restraunt etc and declare it loud with anger and frustration when you just passed by the turn and then make the driver fell that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high
v When you see that a Traffic light is going to be Red and the poor driver is slowing down for his and her safety, shout loudly making that signature sound. Ya u guessed it right “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and as you stop by traffic create a sound by woo zing air out of your mouth and the end result on the driver is same that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high”

Then the Theatre saga: - Getting late fro movie, dropping the purse outside E-Square (Multiplex), feeling thirsty after Interval, hitting people seating on the front row with her legs (remb. Charged electron she isJ)

Restaurant Saga: -Selecting the cheapest restaurant in the Area and telling lie that it’s classy (Radhika Resteraunt; Aundh (Pune)); compelling to sit on the ground floor as they charge less service tax and the magical hunger of her which vanishes after ordering lotsJ

The sagas would continue if I go on pointing like this but please please all you ladies lemme know the pleasure derived, I tried Bike Saga once with my friend and forget about the pleasure he stopped the bike on the corner of the road and ordered me to get down and asked me to either complete all this stuff here or come by PCMT bus.

Continuing with the story, at times I would shout at her, coz I expected a lot from her as she was the best and I didn’t look at her as fresher and she would most humbly listen to me with a scary look on her face and continue working. But again let me mention here that like a Gentleman I did say sorry to her every time I shouted…the only catch being that I didn’t say her sorry on face but pinged her sorry when she was not at her seat, c’mmon mail ego + seniority complex.. . Exactly…How could I apologies on her face, even the thought sends shivers down my soul

And she had this bad habit of saying anything and everything in front of anyone and everyone, and then with face as innocent as a kid who has ruined her mom’s lipstick rubbing that against her own lips she would say “Sorry sorry sorry and she would repeat exactly ditto the same words as told by me sometime earlier ‘There is time and place for everything’ right Madi” and I had nothing but to smile and walk away. (Hey! You, Stop admiring her, she was a junior so she could apologies on my face, no big deal Ok I can also do it to my seniors but as I am perfect such a situation never came )

You all must be imagining her by now and would have created a figure of her in your mind. Through out the article I never talked about her looks, ya she has the biggest and fleshiest cheeks in the world and they were so big chubbu chubbu types that she avoided going through small doors as they might get scratched.Arrey not her cheeks the doors I meant :).Ok Ok I am rephrasing it she was no Aishwarya Rai or Miss Universe anything, She is a normal gal next door but with such a special rare blend that for me after God’s created Nature I can say her to be the most beautiful creation of God. I am dead sure God must have created her on Long weekend r taken Comp-off just to create her. Words are powerful but as SRK Says in a song of Om Shanti Om"Kissi Juban main bhi woh labz hi nahi ki jinme tum ho kya tumhe bta sakuin,main agar kahuin tumsa hansi Qaayanat main nahi hai koi"

Anyvys, these things were not meant to last long as someone said” Good things in Life are always have a short-life”
Last day at Inffosys, we Inffoscions are very used to this particular line J a daily routine mail I must say. She informed me on Aug 10 2007 that she would be leaving Inffosys after one month. One month,”Oh God does this mean that I have to bear you for one long complete one month” was my replyJ…now before you people start staring let me rephrase it “Oh God does this mean that I just can spent one month with you” was what I thought. I mean (263.5(31*8.5) Hours approx) estimated official time.

I have a weird habit whenever I am running race against time, I stop watching calendar and deliberately loose track of the date, so that I don’t waste time getting worried about the fast approaching dead end. Believe me it works I have tried it with my exams, important QA drop dates.

And I applied the same funda with her resignation date also, I completely lost track of calendar, date etc and lived every day as if it was my last day with her on this planet.
Doing everything in my control to make her last days as a dream run/stay at Inffosys.

One day she called me and said Vineet I got this mail from HR and tomorrow is my exit interview. We both just stared for few seconds, both of us looking helplessly at each other wet eyes and she understood that my eyes pleading her to extend the date of resignation. But, we both new it was too late and the cruel hands of destiny has played its yet another dirty game. Believe me that moment can be recorded as one among the few rare moments in the History when two hearts stopped beating at the same time.
Now she is gone and I feel as if the world has come to a stand still, the light in our life is gone and there is darkness everywhere.

This time I won’t stop you people from staring at me or making wrong face or unpleasant looks because I deserve it.

I could never tell her what she meant to me? I never told her How much this bloody confirmed employee learned from a trainee and that too a gal. Could never tell her how I admired her for everything? I could never tell her that awful Bike saga used to be best moment of the Day? I could…forget it. Reason, Ya u guessed it right “bloody mail ego + seniority complex.”
I cannot control my tears as I write these words…

The day she left, I tried mailing her all this on her Inffosys as well as the alternate mail id she gave in her “Last Mail” but all in vain

I just hope that we could foresee future; if only we could I would have never initialized that variable outside the method…and

Khamosh tere sehar se chala ayaa...

Aansuin bhi girta to bahut awaaj hoti....

Aise to din raat Ek duje ki hansi ki dua karte hain hum..

Majboori kahein bebassi kahein,sach to yeah hai ki milte to main bhi rota tu bhi roti...

I know this is weird but still when I hear the voice of sandal r a gal walking by (I still remember she has a dress which has beads hanging from dupatta making sounds which are well audible as soon as she enters Inffosys Main GateJ ), I rise from my seat hoping to see that innocent face creeping into the cubicle to avoid any comment/sarcasm from me for coming by 11:00Am bus.
I don’t know much of Java but I have seen life and know that it is strongly typed as Java; the only difference being life has no reverse loops.

Mumkin Nahi

Main Jindagii phir se jeena chahta huin ,malum hai mumkin nahi....

Thakk chukka main chalte chaltee...sir rakhne ko maa ka seena chahta huin malum hai mumkin nahi ..

Aur bumo ke saay mainn jee rahi nasaal ke liyee...phir ek bar Gandhi sa nagina chahta huin...Malum hai mumkin nahi ...

Aarram parsht ac main baithe/sote navjavaano ke maathe pe mehnat ka pasina chata ahuin ,malum hai mumkin nahi ....

Sallon se padii mulkon ke beech iss darar ko mohbaat ke dhaage se seena chata huin , malum hai mumkin nahi...

Aur paschatya sanskriti main dhalti ballawon main..phir se woh sansaakr,woh saaddgi...woh haseena chata huin, malum hai munkin nahi

Aur Tere des main itni milawat hai saathi ki zahar khaa ke jo maarna chhaau to....malum hai munkin nahi

The Train



“Oh Babuji Babuji….Kahan kho gaye….4 rupayye do Train chalu hone ko hai…oh Babuji”
Haan deta huin deta huin…………..

U never know when the black shadow of past would come running faster than the Mandla express I was traveling, and cover your present…..and fill it with momentary brightness…
Ya brightness is what I meant, you read it correctly.....

I still remember those days…..Those PL’s (Preparation leaves) which we used to get every semester. Please don’t get me wrong I am no topper and I didn’t enjoy the period as it gave me required leave for the preparation of semester exams…I liked and waited for it for some other reasons…..The reason I know would sound weird to you but that’s is it…These PL’s gave me an opportunity to go home with ******* ………..And that eventually translated into an opportunity to spend 15Hrs 30 Mins together…I remb it was December time and cold has gripped the entire North,,,
· 4:00 PM---She leaves Indrapuri
· 4:45---She reaches Bhopal station…
· 4:46---She fights with Autowala for charging Rs 5 extra when compared to the charge she paid for a similar trip she made 7mnths ago….
· 4:48---She checks her weight at the, Dilwali sort of decorated public weighing m/c and readers please don’t take it as a regular and irrelevant act…as this weight slip would be later on compared with the weight slip generated after PL and then a unique formula which even Newton couldn’t create would be applied to calculate the gain in calories……
· 4:50 PM……Argues with Coolie to take her luggage to platform 3 and always ends up carrying it herself as ya u guessed it rite that poor chap wanted some Rs.10 extra…J
· 4:55 PM…………Gosh..4:55 ….she would bump into me with her carry bag 3 times her own size and reducing the work of platform sweeping staff….
· 5:00PM------Mandla Express leaves Bhopal station….

We guys have a weird tendency of trying to behave like the saviors of the girl beside them and would make all possible or I must say all impossible attempts to protect them from the eyes of world.
I remember once I got suspicious about a tea vendor who would come shouting “chaieyyeya chaiyyeeya” every15 mins…..and then had a good fight with him like a stupid …shouting at him that I knew why he is making so many rounds of the compartment and what not….

Train journeys have always been a boring affair for me sans when I am with her either the driver too drove the train fast so that he himself can have a look at my ****** when she gets down at the station or the Newton’s law really makes sesnse..That time flies by when you are with a beautiful lady……

“Vinni”….as I had already told you guys once in my article “Last Call” that my name from her voice always seems special…..
Did you see that movie “Hulk”…..Yucks Oh God No No…This question has always been tougher than all 16Mrks numerical I ever attended in my semester exams? If I say “Yes” then all of a sudden she would feel sleepyJ and want me to recite the story …..If I say No….Then in a typical *******manner…her eyebrows making perfect semiciricles..her tender pinkish lips separating away from each other making a geometrical figure resembling ellipse….and then comes the a shrill loud over sound which sounded somewhat similar to the English word “What?” but 7612738698789798798798 times overexaagerated making me feel that my life is of no use and I should right now jump out of the train…

Actually*******I know it’s a nice movie but actually,,u know. I mean and the she saves me form telling a lie just for me so that I can very well proclaim that “I Never Lie”…

Okis no problem, I will tell you the story….and then like a kindergarten kid I listen to the story which makes no sense to me as a filthy creature. Some gal.. Some queen. They kiss and all…...

and here we are at Jabalpur Station where we will board our next train to Singrauli….

Let me get to you something to eat….******…Wait Vinni wait. I got something for you and like PC Sarkaar (India’s Best magician) she would put her hand in her bag and end up taking out her vanity case….H aha ha haaa ha haa…..Can’t stop laughing…
What what is this I exclaim…?

Oh, No I am sorry. I mean. I got Tiffin for you Vinni and this times she takes out the Tiffin and here for the first time I confess that I lied to her I deliberately dropped my purse on the dirty platform and would pick it up with my hand….

Oh no Vinni are you mad..you get your hand dirty….No probs ******I will wash it and come…No don’t go anywhere…she always feared that I would miss the train..Kiddo she was…..No don’t go Vinni…I will feed you by my hand…..

Yes! I won again…

We board the Dwarka express and sat their chatting on the side lower, I recollecting all my PJ’s and also all I read from various PJ sites just to impress her……my chest swelling up my sense of humor coz I had lit up the Train journey of the sweetest girl on earth with laughter which in turn I did for my selfish reasons…coz I still remb her beautiful face when she laughed at my PJ’s..Her stomach aching. Her nose running and she trying to wipe it with her small hanky….

Its time to sleep vinni……Ya you go ******I will sit for few minutes then will sleep…Okis Gdnight and she goes to sleep.

And then after few minutes I too go to sleep…All of a sudden I wake up in the night at abt 2:00AM…reason being that I had this weird feeling of being completely naked as the cold was so chillin and alash I had no quilt or cover with me…..

I don’t know c called it telepathy but I could never understand how she would always know when I am in trouble…

Vinni..whats up why are you awake, Is everything alright? Ya ********sab fine..U sleep but she figured out that I am in trouble and jumps out of her berth searching for her sleepers in the dark…Vinni what happened. You are shivering like hell? where’s your Quilt? Are you alright?

I got no quilt *******and as I guessed an over exaggerated What followed by she covering me with her quilt…..and then she starts rubbing her hand on my legs ..and then my hands…and I sit there like a small kid who is lying on a hospital bed,,,,he has no idea but enjoys all the attention/care. She told me that her mom said it makes the body hot….

I believe that the girls/woman might seem to be kidish, innocent, immature….to you but when time comes and when you need them they can turn the entire world around to safeguard their companion…..and I was witnessing the same….

The train stops at Katni station…..at about 03:00AM…the station all silent and dark…with no living creatures around
She steps out to the platform alone and gets a chaiwala form God knows where…and then offers me tea….so that I can get to normal….Slowly I regain my normal state and then she offers her own cup of tea…..

I am fine *******now you go and sleep….yet another over exaggerated What? And you..you don’t have a quilt…how would you sleep?

I would manage ********..No

Don’t argue..and go to sleep..i had my nap and don’t feel like sleeping..i knew my argument would be brutally over-ruled...i don’t remb but I went to sleep and when I got I saw her sitting there itself rubbing my legs with her hand……………

Decemebr 17th 2007….I am on my way home..Today,also my quilt is missing…..
Rubbing my hands together…..

Just had my tea…ya you gueseed it right two cups..both mine…..

Yeah lo bhaiyaa…..4 Rupaayee..Maaf karna koi yaad aa gayaa thaaa……..

The Train starts to move…and so the Time taking me away from her…………..the only difference being that the train would one day return back but time would never…………….and nor will she….

Let’s Kill Mr. X

I am no social activist....and nor do I aim at starting any revolution but still. I am restless...I am restless because there's something which has been troubling me for long time...And ya..i am so weak that I can do nothing but write an Article about it..... I dare to surf thru the news channels now days which are overflowing with the news of atrocities on women. Our mother/sister/wife/friend. … …………

Ø Mr. X slaughtered the neck of her daughter because a bloody sadhu told him to do so and he will be blessed with a guy……………….

Ø Mt X threw a 22 yeas old young woman from the balcony of his room because she didn’t bring the required Dowry…….

Ø Mr. X threw away his wife and children for another woman on a cold winter night…

Ø Mr. X from an esteemed IT company treated his wife like a slave…….

Ø Mr. X’s relatives burnt alive a lady in a remote village of MP as “Sati”

Ø Mr. X threw Acid on a college girl whose only sin was that she and turned down the acts of a hooligan…

Ø Mr. X and his parents cheated the girl by faking the information about him being the manager of a hotel…….. More than 19 Indian women are killed for dowry everyday, 50 are raped and 480 subjected to molestation and abduction 45 per cent of Indian women are slapped, kicked or beaten by their spouses with India also having the highest rate of violence against women during their pregnancies – Nearly 50 per cent women were kicked while expecting babies with nearly 74.8 per cent attempting to commit suicide.

This ain’t an article written to pity on the plight or show pseudo-concerns by making faces....Neither do I aim another RDB……..the only thing which troubles me is Why? Why is it that in the land of Rani Lakshmi Bai,Sarojini Naidu,Kalpna Chawla....the plight of woman is so -----------------……..I seriously have now words…………..or may b I don’t want use it… Is there any way that we can help them (woman) who help us shape our future? I write this article asking the same question to all you readers????????

The first thing which comes to our mind is illiteracy but no it can’t be because stats show that even woman of elite families become victims of such violence. Two things which come to my mind is

Ø Degrading outlook of our society or “Soch(Hindi)”…...we need to sow again the seeds of “Sanskaar” into the youth of today. ..i know it’s a heavy word and you all will say that me gonne “”nuts but we need to inculcate The sanskaar with which all of us were born. …somehow I feel that the problem is at the grass root level….Who is this Mr. X?….This Mr. X was once the son of his mother. he was the brother of a sister…………and How come he got transformed into a monster. a menace to the society…? We nee to get back to the roots and make sure that our brothers/son/friends don’t turn out to be another Mr. XWe need to make sure that the well deserved respect for the woman is again inculcated into the youth of today.

Ø I am sorry but I got to say that the second problem is with you all ladies out there…You silence is eating away your low sisters/mothers/wives/.It’s high time now when you/we have to come together and register our support to these victims and raise our voice against such menaces of the society. Its no longer a problem of Sunita,Geeta or Rakhi……………Its your problem. its the problem of the society at large…………..Its the problem of my/your/our siters……….. And believe me you don’t require the support of anyone….

I know we as an individual can’t take care of the entire country but we can very well look after our district/city/state and imagine if each one of us does so the Land of Mahatma would again be a safe world four our Sisters. So, next time you see on Ajjtak/Star news. Any damn channel or hear or read about any atrocities on any woman……..spare a second.

Give a thought..

Ø Can you do anything for the victim?

Ø Can you make sure that Mr. X is put behind the bars?

Ø If the incident is in your city Can you gat in touch with any NGO to highlight the issue and ensure that justice prevails?

Ø Can you provide any monetary help to the victim?

Ø Can you and your fellow employees form a group ensuring the safety of woman in your society/district/city…?

Guys, there are so much that one can do…what we need to just give a thought……. Let’s get together and KILL Mr. X Who knows if we don’t curb this epidemic now our Mothers/sisters/wives may meet Mr. X some day…………………..

Jawahar Lal Nehru once saidYou can tell the condition of a nation by looking at the status of its women. Going by him the condition of our nation is ------------- ….as I say I seriously have no words or probably don’t want use any………