Final Departure

19 Jan 2008:- Jogging through my normal path, Daily I noticed two old couples sitting on a stone near by and they lady massaging the knees of the old man.
I duno why but today I felt that something’s wrong and out of curiosity and courtesy I just went to them and asked if everything was alright?
Good morning Son! The old man replied putting me to shame that I forgot to greet him.Anyvys, that was not important then and the old man with loads of dignity said that “He was alright”.

Many a times just to trigger that chat we end up digging grave for ourselves I did the same and at morning 6:00 AM I asked him Are you folks out for jogging but then I was quick to control my slip I said meant Do you guys jog daily?
Again with lot of Pride the old man narrated his entire route and how he gets up and walks non stop, the old lady didn’t say a word and kept massaging his knees. Do you live alone? I don’t know why but I was getting curious and firing questions like Derek’O Brien (Bournvita Quiz contest‘s Host)

He didn’t answer me this time, the dignity on his face was gonee.Old lady also looked up at me as if I have insulted his husband. I had to control the situation and I said Sorry Sir!

Actually I didn’t mean that sorry it but just wanted to get out of that situation.

(Sometimes when there’s a storm of emotions building inside, a small question from even a stranger can lead to outburst)
But then the old man spoke, I am suffering from PARAPARESIS and the doctor says that if I don’t exercise my knees regularly I wont be able to walk and might be paralysed.Whole my life I spent working to make both ends meet for my family. Walking/Jogging is not something new for me. You folks do it in the morning listening to music and we did for 18 Hrs a day listening to sound of machines and cranes. But now I am old and walking 100 meters also takes a toll on my body. And I struggle daily with morning walk but can’t do without it and she takes me daily and massages my knees every 100-200 meters so that I exercise my leg and save me for Paralysis.

Ido have a son, Senior Project Manager in a MNC; I see that lost spark again on his face. He is a fitness freak, goes daily with our daughter in law to the joggers park. If we go along with him it will affect his schedule and fitness as his time would be wasted taking care of we oldies. Although he insists daily but we don’t. And you know right from the day he was born we have ensured that he doesn’t miss anything which kids around him have.So,we can’t let him miss his fitness schedule and moreover I would never want him to end up his like his dad. So, I let him practice alone.
We live in a separate Old Age home which my son hand picked for me just to ensure that I get best of service and support. What more can we ask for?

He spoke continuosly, in a monotonous tone sweat rolling down his forehead.

I could easily figure out the real story and I had nothing to say coz I knew in such situations my brains don’t work and I end up messing things, so I kept quiet.

With these words the old man gets up and pats me on my shoulder, And says its good that you jog from this age, and you are keeping your body used to all this. Who knows what in store for the Next Gen.?
As I start to walk by, I hear him say “Beta Do You see that Bike’s rear back view mirror? I said Yes Sir!”

For you it’s a normal bike accessory for us it’s the way of looking at life/its our way to look at our son/at our happiness/at our grandchildren and most important our END…FINAL DEPARTURE and they walk away.

I felt bad for him and thought that he’s gone out of his mind as couldn’t get his last words(Rear Back View Mirror and all...) but as I drew closer to the bike’s rear back view mirror his words started making sense to me

“Objects in mirror are closer than they Appear.”

28 Jan’2008: I haven’t seen that old couple for last few weeks, everytime I pass by that stone or look at the “Rear Back View Mirror” of a bike. I ask myself that has he met the Final object which he always saw in the mirror. What about that old lady, How would she live alone? Did his kids even attend the last rites?
Sometimes,we pray to God to prove us wrong.Oh God! Prove me wrong and I hope that tomorrow when I get up and go jogging I see them there, would let you people know if it happens.

Truth of Life

People know me as a jolly man who is always smiling and armed with his goofy PJ’s which can choke anyone and acts faster than Nitrogen Dioxide (Laughing Gas)(NO2 ).I remember once friend said to me “Vinni you can make a dead man choke to death twice with you weird stuffs and i feel jealous of him that he is dead and is not subjected to your goof ups” Anyvys,Coming to the point, Last week I was chatting with one friend of me who is currently at Onsite(as a matter of fact 93.5% of people of my batch are at onsite but I couldn’t make it as my US VISA couldn’t make though US lottery system last year). Anyvys, I was chatting to this friend of mine and after all my goof ups,PJ’s and bakwaas I asked her on a serious note.Hey,How are you? You happy there na?And reply was something which has become very common in our generation, Vineet I am ok! Just O.k. I asked again Are you happy or not? And the answer was ambiguous and what I could make out was that she wasn’t at the happy side. So just to cheer her up I started again with my choking dose of nuisance and bit of philosophy. Then she said something I will quote her exact words/or part of the chat

****[8:31 PM]:sometimes..
****[8:32 PM]:i dunno wat to say...
****[8:32 PM]:u know how to live....
****[8:32 PM]:how to smile
****[8:32 PM]:how to make others smile
****[8:32 PM]:u know wat is life
****[8:33 PM]:wats the ultimate truth in life
****[8:33 PM]:serioulsy...sometimes i keep wondering..who wud be your lucky wife...
Vineet Kumar Singh [8:34 PM]:hey..thnks fr all ths..bt dnt get me wrng..i am nt praising myself and al...but knw what just one point is correct f all above....i knw "What is Life"


Hey **** I agree with just one point, rest I don’t wana comment and its not that my thoughts are something very out of the box or I understand the complexities of life and this that…What crap..With 0.1 % of brain which a common human has I can’t waste all that in understanding life but as you have triggered the issue. I just want to share you, how I take life?

Life to me is like Wife to you...Yucks that was sad. I just said it coz it was rhyming. And it has got nothing to with the write up.

On a serious note, life to me is neither a friend nor an enemy and not a puzzle too as Rajesh Khana said in a Movie. Life to me is like a sibling a brother/sis of same age who is better than me in everything and anything under the sun. And he/she competes with me for everything but with no mal-intention, a healthy competition between siblings. I know that I can’t defeat him/her but I am a kid with big ego so I fight. I fight for everything from toys to clothes to sweets to TV remote control. 40% times I win and 60% times Life wins.And we keep fighing, life poses deep challenges for me just to show me down and win over me and I am always on my toes fighting against it. I am wounded ,I am hurt but I can’t show it to my bro/sis or he will make fun of me that I am a crypot/looser.I do cry but when no one’s watching so that I stand tall in front of my siblings. And that frustrates life and it tests me again coz according to the Rulz Life can’t be declared a winner unless I bow down, get down on my knees… unless I say that Life is OK!

The moment I say that Life wins over me and gets away with all toys.clothes,sweets and also the joy,fun,success of life and I can’t let that happen. And that’s what our generation is doing, I understand that we all are facing challenges in one way or the other, I understand that we all are hurt but Guys Please don’t bow down.Everytime you bow down look at the corner ahead there is your bro/sis peeping at you, ready to take away everything. And we aren’t goanna let it happen.

And know what one day we both will grow and stop competing and start supporting each other but we all got to survive till that day and keep fighting, keep struggling.So guys its totally ok if you fall down but get up with a bang and never ever utter these words” Why with me or Only I am sad” You say all this because you are so engulfed into you miseries and sorrows that you don’t realized how blessed you are.

Second reason I smile or pretend to smile is that there are so many people who derive energy from me(Please don't get me wrong,i am not glorifying myself), I just want to be with anyone and everyone around me who is sad/depressed and for that its imp that I get over my petite wars/issues and down falls and stand tall supporting my loved ones. Look around there are many of your friends who need your help and support but they can’t ask you/look up to you coz every time they look up to you they find you always in deep shit and they walk away alone consoling you. In nutshell we all love to be at the receiving end (Love, care.advice, gifts etc,), try being at the donors end (It’s not that bad) and for that you need to smile, smile over your sorrows. Issues/problems…Smile over your siblings who still can’t figure out How do I smile after all this? Believe me it irritates him (Life) a lot.

All the Best! Guys!

Note * A section of reader might feel all this as bookish or may be to some extent foolish thoughts, they have all the right to feel the same. A section might also think that writer is trying to glorify himself with his thoughts and divine philosophies, to them I say “Fight against your and your loved ones issues/problems/sadness, a mortal stuff like me is not worth your efforts”.

Yes, I will Jog

"Vinni! The best exercise you can do is to jog regularly and you won't require to join any Gym" These words of one of my colleague were non stop echoing in my ears since last few weeks.
And one day I decided that "Yes, I will Jog”. This decision of mine itself deserves a standing or may be flying ovation from you all. I haven't done any kind of exercise through out my life, Jogging is too far fetched I even hate walking (Believe me, If Infosys allows me I would use my Red Machine to ride to my cubicle and park it outside the cubicle so that I can use the same to go to restrooms/coffee vending m/c/conf Rooms).
Ok now you would say that Vineet you must have played games and they are a kind of exercise, so what big deal? Guys, I leave this to you to decide "How much is Human body exercised, when he play's Carrom, Ludo or Chess".

So, jogging for me was something I had seen in movies, people clad in kewl lowers, short T-shirts, Muzik gadgets, Dogs or Friends (deliberately kept in the same league), branded shoes, Wrist/Head Band etc.
The night before the Jog day I sat down to check my status, I mean how many of the above mentioned I possess to be eligible for being a jogger. Guys! This isn’t a joke my mom always says "Bunti,jo bhi karo man laga ke karo and be the best"

So, Lets see

Lowers (Yippee I have one Thanks Dad!)
T-Shirt (Thanks Di!)
Muzik Gadget(Apple 30GB ipod Thanks Di)
Dogs or Friends(Not much difference, I have many)
Branded Shoes(Adidas Shoes)
Wrist band (Thanks! Yashi)

* Brand names has been mentioned on purpose.

6/6 Guys, Does this mean I am totally ready to take my first step to a fit personality? Oh man this is such a nice feeling and look I even started reaping the benefits of Jooging, Hey look It brings you close to your friend and families and thank them for their love and affection. The second benefit is a bit tricky one, any guesses?
Mentioning their names on the blog improves the chances of me getting more gifts from them.Guys, Jogging has really started working.

Alarm was set in staggered manner, one at 0630 Hrs. And another at 0700 Hrs... Human’s generally have the tendency of ignoring the first wake -up call.
15-Jan’2008 my alarm started ringing 0630 Hrs. I ignored that proving to all my critics that I too am Human (as many a times they call me with different names) as I have the above tendency. And then came the turn of second alarm at 0700 Hrs.

* Did you notice "Time format mentioned above (0700Hrs)",Guys Jogging ain't joke,a discplined act it is so the time mentioned is in millitary style.

Those who know me will easily agree to this that I am very egoist male.Hey I intended to stress on the "egoist" part and not on me being "Male".Anyvys, i use this to motivate me, and if I don't get up I loose and my ego is shattered and I can let anything happen but this. And here I was loaded with all the above mentioned required accessories, ready to take my first step to fit personality.
But wait I have a very basic doubt and I had no one to ask that, I mean I can't call that colleague of mine at this point.Please,don't laugh at this and this isn’t imaginary stuff but the doubt's was really genuine "Do I perform the morning schedule before jogging or..." As I had no one to consult I relied on something which according to people is the most unreliable source.Ya my brain and u guessed it write I went ahead without performing the morning schedule. Reason being that I didn't want to feel artificial kind of. I wanted to roar down like an wild beast into lap of nature and all that bla bla ….

Got down the stairs and as soon as if was out of my building, dunno why but I had this feeling that they are lots of cameras facing me and Mom's around the society are peeping from the kitchen to get the glimpse of their would be son in law. And I started to Jog which I soon realized in over excitement was equivalent to running a 100m race. And here I was at the Gate of my society some 200 m, all drained out bending down.. My tongue hanging out of my mouth (remember that dog and friends, I had become a case of split personality) gasping for air trying to pull in as much as Oxygen possible through all pores of my body.
Gaining composure I start to walk convincing myself that "Vinni walking is also an exercise, you need not run" And I started walking listening to "Eminem"my chest swelling up with my achievement I had taken my first step to fit personality. But as they say nice moments are short lived. And here I see an old man clad in hmmm... Pant shirt and monkey cap. Passing by me...at high speed.Oh! God, this can't be true he even doesn’t have any necessary Jogging accessory....and on top of that my ego was being strangled, I can’t take this. And I ran I ran for my ego...
So that I can overtake him and tell him that” Look Old man I do respect elders but if ya down to competition you goanna have it" and I ran...Just 50 meters behind him and he turns and goes into an apartment.
Oh No. This ain’t hapening, he can't go like this, my ego still bleeding, should I wait he might come and then I would defeat him. No use I move ahead convincing myself that
Sometimes you should let go the aged/old people out of respect and I did the same.

Oh did I tell you that I had decided to jog up the hill instead of plain ground. ..Many of you who know me won't believe this but its true, it’s true that this lazy lump of flesh and blood gets up every morning at 6:00 AM and jogs up a hill. Now, the question arises why a Hill when I can jog on plain ground.Actually, this again is the output of my Laziness Philosophy whose basic motto is "To achieve max. Output out of least input”. Climbing a Hill for 1 KM, i think would be equivalent to jogging on plane grounds for 2KM.

“1 KM main jab 2 KM mile to koi yeah kyun le, woh Na le”

After letting go that old man ahead of me I was determined that I won't give this advantage to anyone else. One good deed a day was enough. I start jogging up the hill and to my surprise or may be ecstasy would be the correct word, I see two female figures jogging ahead of me. I won't mention there accessory count coz I don't need to, as we all know you can beat them or equal them in everything but I bet you can't forget beating them even being close to their accessories count. And I did observe that my list was nothing compared to theirs.

Anyvys, I would share yet another weird thought/philosophy of mine. But before that I request you all please don't label me as male chauvinist or watever.Okis,the fact is that I don’t know why but I can’t see any girl going ahead of me whatever it may be. I get really disturbed when a girl (dressed up like dacoit in 976576565 meters scarf rapped around her face, sometime I think you can sew clothes for 10 kids out of that) Anyvys ya ,I get really disturbed when a girl in 60 CC/4 BHP Scooty or something overtakes me and I would do any damn thing possible with my Red machine to pass by her at a speed of 90Kmph min honking like a street Romeo. The satisfaction I get doing this can't be explained in words it feels I am telling her "Hey madam listen, I respect you, I love you, I adore you, you are the most beautiful creation (without scarf on her face)of God but if ya down to competition you goanna have it”.

By now you would have got the reason for telling you people all this, all of a sudden rush of adrenalin and forget climb/walk I find myself running on the hill and yippee I overtook them and the way I overtake them is also special(Do it in a such a manner as if they just don't exist.. microbes or something)And I continue running and soon I realize that its time for the show off my split personality(Remember that panting Dog on the society gate).But, God I can't do this I have two female figures running behind me, who knows they might also be adoring me for my physiques and stamina....and once we reach hill top they might come and ask me for few tips. And I might coach them for life. .And then we might decide to be jogging partners or may be life partners...This is the question of my Life..
I can’t stop...I have to run... Run Vinni run. One last lap......And here I was at the Top of the Hill...Dewd, stop admiring me. I know I am too much. Leme check out those gals huh they might need my help..Oh common I can't carry then up but leme look down..
Hey what's this? They both are sitting on the rock half way down and doing that Yoga that bearded man teaches on some channel...Oh no. All this time they weren’t jogging behind me. And nor were they admiring me. Jogging partner. Life partner. Dreams come crashing...I always hated that bearded man teaching all crap...He ruined my life…They could have done all that crap it on the top of the hill also. This is cheating...

Anyvys the Good part was that I was on the Top of the hill and I defeated those female figures, Time to console my ego: - they might have thought they can't take more of inferiority complex caused by me and hence decided to sit their Huh...As if I give a damn...

I decent down the hill and how can I forget to tell you the most beautiful scène of the day. Stop the threads of your filthy mind...Coz I am sure you would reach at the wrong place.

I see Moms standing at the bus stop/outside their society holding the bag of their kids...Tifin box...and few kids busy revising up the subject....few kids running here and their. Making circles on the soil...I see moms waiving to their kids till the bus goes out of sight. I see kids looking behind to their mom with every step they take towards the bus…

I sit their and get lost in the days when I was a kid...How I used to hate school? How I used to hate the school bus? Those subjects...maths Teacher.. Ho I used to love playing in the soil…
And one more thing how I used to hate the Tiffin my mom used to give. Same Roti Sabji...again......Why can't I have sandwich?
And as I finish my run I know I would step into the office and go to the CCD beside Building 1(Infosys) and would stand with a Paneer sandwich in my hand..............and I close my eyes and ask my mom...Mom can I have that Roti sabji?...I wont mind if its the same one. But can I have that. I am fed up of eating sandwich… I am fed up of telling my maid to put less salt in the sabji...I am fed up off food courts………

I lost to that old man and I convinced my ego, I made fun of myself in front of those female figures I convinced myself but here I am feeling jealous of these kids…and I have no way to convince myself as I take yet another step to ruin my personality/unfit personality(Junk foods)

I know I have swayed away from the topic and I can't continue as I need to go to the office and then that CCD which has brutally replaced my mom’s Roti Sabji........................

And ya one advice for all you first time joggers “Don’t forget to perform the daily routine before jogging; I realized this late when I reached at the top of the mountain….”

To chk out the pics realted to this article "http://www.jogpics.blogspot.com/".

Language: No Bar


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

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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………

Undertaker......


All alone n the night....surrounded by so called freinds of mine.....
its haldf past two....we started to booze at 9
staring at the dark sky..admiring the way these stars shine....
hey man..i knw what i need........ya i know now
i shout aloud
Undertaker is i what i need....
strange like alwys tats me.............
But ya at last,Undertaker is what i have ben lookin for......
Gathering my compusre....walking slowly i rush in search of the Undertaker...
Freinds laughin,giigling.as alwys at the weird thout of mine...

heloo...........helllooooooooooooooooooo..............Mr. Undertaker....
Is ther any undertaker around..........?????????????
I wander from roads to streets shouting aloud........... searching for the Undertaker...

Falling again and bruising myself
Fanatically i run from pilaar to post......
Freinds laughing, runiing after me ..look look vinni vinni... the ghost......
Holding me by hand..a close frend of mine...
Slaps me and yells Undertaker--Undertaker.. Are u nuts???
Running alone in the night...wat ya wanna prove,,..tat u'r brave..u gt guts...


Get aside...i shout aloud...Dropping down on the ground..tears in my eyess..
I need someone to burry....
To burry down the old memories...
To burry the memories of times we spent.......
To burry down the thought of lov for me which was never meant..
to burry the mirage of her smiling face wich i see..& the letetrs she sent....
I need..i need an undertaker....

But wait.....ain't i a undertaker.....you too are a undertaker....
E vryone around us is an undertaker...
T rying to burry down the memories ..the sour phase f our life.....
trying to burry dwn
but sadly....none of us are a suceefull...
coz we could never nor will be able to burry down the memories which haunt us...
and the day we meet the undertaker..sadly our eyes..our soul wouldn't be able to experience the masterpiece.....

the wait to meet the undertaker continues...........

That Last Call !


vinni ther's a kal for you..vinni...vinni...............
i am so much used to this voice of my roomies...and it alwys gets intense and bit louder whn thers sm gal on other side...
Comming yaar....the mobile dispalys a name...****** calling ..its her..its her .so finlly c has kalled....i hv been waiting
for this kal for so long....
But no i wont make it so easy for her....i wont .....from last 7 mnthsss c has troubledd..me i will make her say “sorry“ atleast 17 timess
thn i will thnk....and then c will say vinni sry vinni sry... and then after fuelling my dyiing ego to optimum level...“oki..i forgive ya“..it would be fun...
i'l have to cntrl my tone also makin it as indifrrnt and emotionlesss as if talkin to customare care executive oki... i pick up the phn....

Hello....hello..hello..silence on he other side........silence sucks at least fr me..and silence frm a gal
definiteellyy means that c hs gt lotss to say....Hello! who's ths....i pretend that that i hv forgotten her numbeer...hel--heel heelo....Oh God thousands bells ringing
in my head..this is the sound..sound f angel...her voice...remb those days whn v used to spend hrs talkin......continuing with the conversation
vin!ni control urself dnt let ur emotions overflow..i reply bak ..ya..who's ths...and thn kame the reply...****** vinnni..
ya! i go silent...she asks in a slow,shaky voice how are you? i felt like tellin her hw much i missed her..how much i wishd to kal her,,how i hv been dyinn...
but no i gtcha pretend..i rpl bak..what do you expect....and ths rpl of mine was blow on her...hwzz the wrk goin on?What crap who cares abt the sukkin wrk..

y is c askn me such weird questions?why kant c come to the point and say ki "vinni i am srry and i wanna talk to ya...."
these moments pretendding r geeting too long..one stupid question more and my emotionss would burst...
vinni i got smthn to talk to ya..yupss here c is..my chest swealss up with fakee victory f my ego....Vinni...This august...
august???wat's ths month doin btween us???
suddenly my tone frm being indifferent turnd into being inquistivee..ya...tell me i say...
this aug i am getting married.................................
WHat?What did you say??
i felt as if i was crushed under tonnnes of load..the roof f my apartment fell on me..fr fw secnds kudnt feel my pulse...
my heartbeat ..kant kal it heart beat..my heart swealling up and dwnn....gasping f air i control my wrdss..again givn space to my ego...
and try manipulating my wrdss...what..what did u say just nw....i kant blv me ears...wow..congats.....

u made my day..but deep in my heart i knew ki my life was ruined...

Congats ****** congats......

i must hv said ths wrd approx 10-12 timess as if standin in her reception...."So" one wrd which gvs ya ample amount f tim whn ya gt nthn to say..
So...
vinni..........
now....wat again ths silence but ths time silence was frm my side.....Lik a 2 yr kid who’s gt lots to say..bt words aren’t enugh...

now wat....oki ****** take kare..keep smilin.....and all the best ...
my fingers rushing towars the red button on my cell...wait vinni... wait..i hear her voice
no..why ...wat has she gt to say nw....
ya ****** ........Vinni wont u say anythng......
ys i will.........i have to say smthn now..should i say that i love her....no no..it would sond odd now........no no..i reply back

i just wntd to tell ya that i miss u..i miss u with every breath i take..i miss u...and i ..i mean to say....dnt get me wrong..i lik you.....i feel you are the picture perfect..
you are soo sweet and he must b th lukiest chap n earth...cnvey my reagrds to him...kant say more ******...
i knew i gt to make an excuse..and for the first tim almighty favourinngg me ....****** my mobu’s battery gettin low..oki take kare..keep smilin..cngtss..
vinni..i hear her say....i belive that few people have it in their voice..it getss speciall....when she says my name....i mean my name never ever sounds so sweet...
overcomming the ocean of emotionss i reply.....ya! haan bol! Muniyaa....(guys! Hav an entire vocab of odd names with which they address their mate ) muniyaa..ya ths is the name which irritates her a lot...and deliberatelly i used to call her muniyaa...bt now i shouldn’t have used it but as one fy freind says..“Habits! dnt change overnight“....

Hoping that she didn’t pay attention to the name i continue but wait! Wait! This time she didnt get irritated also with the name....i guess now i could virtually see the bond of our realtion fadin awayyy...
Haan......bol ****** ....
She says: vinni!
Oh! God...i wanaa hear hera gain sayiing vinni....i reply back ..helooooo helllooooooooo...cant hear you...receiver away from my mouth..
Trick worked...i hear her voice...vinni vinni..vinni r u there....
Ya ****** i kan hear you.....

Vinni i gt smthn to tell ya....................she goes silent and as you know silence froma gal means she got lots to say...
My Pentium 8 starts running and speculating...what would she say...Oh Gosh! Will she say that she feels the same for me........? or may b she would ask the general question that“will you come to my marraige and all“?? or may b that pending “sorry“.....

Shhhhhhhhhh...sweet bells beginss to ring...vinni...“You are the best guy i have ever seen and the gal you would marry would be the lukiest gal on planet!.You were..you are and you will alwyss b there my best freind....“

Tuuunn tuuunnn..............cell gets switched off............smtimess these non living thingss...like my nokia mobile..i guess undersatnd human emotions better and take suitable action ...

My eyes getting wet ....no i dnt.. i dnt wana cry for a gal..i dnt wana cry infront f my freindss....i will have to controll..i turn around...
Areey! Woh mobile...arrey....aaj kal mobile bhi na.....’woh sorry bol hi raahhi thii ki.........“
One by one they start movin away..patting at my shouldersss..........

I was there standn alone in my room...i thout everything in my room.....my walls.....my after shave lotion.......the chairsss,,,the table.....roomies anti-pimple cream...everyy thng stariing at me....
Lauginn sracasticaallyy ..repettinng her last wrdssss.......

“You are the best guy i have ever seen and the gal you would marry would be the lukiest gal on planet!!You were..you are and you will alwyss b there my best freind....“

I kant satnd it i close my eyes pulling the blankett on my face.....tearss rolling from my eyess.......“Why cant she be that lukkyy gal“???????



"Should I Smile Because You're My Friend Or Cry Because Thats All We'll Ever Be?"

Dream Seller!



Wrapped in torn bits of cloth
An old figure with a bearded face…
On an ordinary sunny day….
From my window on third floor.
I hear him say….
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…

(A kid of 7 walks to the Dream Seller)
Uncle uncle…. Do u sell only dreams.
No cola. No ice creams…
Ha ha sweet child…I got only dreams to sell.
B fast u got any, common tell…
Child thinks and asks…
I fear going home in the night…
Not coz its dark. Bt coz my ma-pa daily fight….
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….

(A boy of 14 walks to the Dream Seller)
Hey! Dewd Are you nuts….
Huh you got Dreams to sell….
Are you the Santa Claus who was sleeping last year?
And has just wok up and come to sell dreams here…
He ignores them…
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…
Oki…I have dream…
I wanaa do something to prove myself.
To shine like a star, to glow like a spark.
To begin with, Can you pass me my high School with highest marks?
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….

(A young man of 21 walks to the Dream Seller)
Old man! Are you all right…?
Trying to fool people in broad daylight.
He ignores them…
Dreams to sell…Dreams to sell…
Think twice, decide fast…ring the bell
I got dreams to sell…
Oki! You know we just broke off…. I am really done
She ignores me. I tried to clear the misunderstanding but she continued to walk….
Can you help me out…can you make her talk?
Bearded man waves his magic wand….
And sings a weird chant…
Granted kid granted whatever you want….


(A old couple in their 60’s walks to the Dream Seller)
Dream seller. Oh Dream seller…
I hear them shout…
Can you please help us get back our dreams…can you help us out?
We also had Dreams, which we sold….
And now we want them back. But we are too old….

Bearded man looks at them puzzled.. Sold your dreams? Are you also Dream Seller?
We are not, but yes we sold our Dreams…
For our sons first toy car, for his costly ice-cream…
We sold our dreams to send him to school…
Sleeping half fed to dress him up, so that he looks cool…
We sold our dreams, for his adidas T-shirt and shoes of Nike…
He goes to university now he needs his bike…
He’s married know and he’s gone…
Says we are old, orthodox…. down
So he left us and lives on the others side of town…

We have no dreams now. No reason to live…
So thought you would help us. If ya gtcha one dream to give.

He couldn’t ignore them…
I could see sweats on his forehead…his eyes getting wet…
Magic wand slipping for the first time, fails to set…

Couple understood his state and I could see them cry…
Took a deep breath and said…
When our own son dint how can we ask you to try??? How can we ask you to try???…

Dream seller fell on the ground as the couple walked away dreaming of the dreams they sold to make their son’s dream come true.


Vinni Say’s: We all have a Dream Seller at our own home (Couple) who’s been selling their Dreams to make your Dreams come true. You can neither pay back nor can give their dream back but at least make them a part of your Dreams coz u never know---- to see your dream come true was their biggest dream.

Do Pal Ki Mauhlat



Duur jaane ki har koshish nakam hui....
Diddare yaar ki umeed min jindaggi ki shaam hui...
Khamosh labzzon ne kabr par kuch ikrrar kiyaa..
Chhup chuup ke hi sahi muddat se ussne bhi hume pyaar kiya hai..
Khuda bhi ishq kar baitha humse..
Dopal ki maulhaats se bhi inkaar kiya hai...

Mere Sher


Woh dost mujhse kehta hai tu yuin kyun likhta hai…
Hansi zamaane ke liye,aur khud udaas deekhta hai…
Nasmjh hai tu
Jise mera dard kehta hai,wahi bazzar mai “Sher” sa biktaa hai...

Kaash yeah mere sheer uss butt(moorti) ke bhi samjh aate.....
Shayad tab hum zamaane ke liye nahi khud ke liyee mushqarateee…
Aur isse yuin kyun nahi sochta tu…
Na ki hoti bewfaai ussne,na hote mere sher na tujhe kuch sunna paate

Akhiri Gujaish!

Jindagi se thak chuka tha chal ja raha tha...
Jinda rakha tha shayad khudane mujhko kyunki woh...
Janta tha mujhse milne tu aa raha tha....

Kaise karuin shukriyaa,yeah to pata nahi.....
Na sambhal sakaa usko,meri khta sahi.......
Khta usski nahi,na koi usko sataana....
Gujarish yahi hai usse ab mera dost na btaanaaa.....

Dosti ka naam badnaam ho jayeegaaa.......
Aur bhool ke bhi koi kissi ko dost na battayega!

Woh Khuda Ho Gaye

Chal dil kahin aurr chal,ab unko humari jaroorat nhain.....
Unke dil ke mai saya tha jo ,koi aur hai humari soorat nahi..
Jindagi bahr na ruka hai na ruk sakega musafir koi....
Chand saanse hi to bachi hian,doondh lengi naya Qafir koi..
Aur kasam hai tumhe aye doston unhe koi ilzaam na dena...
Ho sake to ab sath humara naam na lena...

Galti unki bhi nahi yeah jante hain hum….
Ek mauka aur de sake,ab nahi iss toote dil main itna dum
Hum mile..chand pal hanse juda ho gayee…..
Tabah hum huey kya gum hai …. woh to khuda ho gayee…

Aaj ek apne sabse ajiiz dost se mulaqat karata huin....

Bchapan se meri namm palkon ke saaye main moti ban ke rehta hai…
Zamana mere yar ko “AAnsuin” kehta hai..
Aansuin ki addat si ho gaye hai mujhe shayad, Kambhakt door hi nahi rehte....
Shayyd main bhi unke bina nahi rah sakta...Aaddat si ho gayeee teri(aansuin)..
Hansti annkhon main bhi tujhe paata hoon
Khusii main paimaana sa chaalak uthti hai..
Gam se to rishta purana hai ...Mera aur isska(Aansuin)....

(She walks into my life and now I have no time to cry)
Kucch din door kya hua bechain ho uthi...
Mujhse kehne lagi.....Kaun hai jiske liye mujhe door kar diya....
Har mlaal ka ilzzaam merre sar diya...
Kab tak humse daaman chupate rahoge...
Gilli palkon se muskarate rahogeeeee....

(Huh! She walks out my life and tears is whait i’m left with!)
Soccha tha ki tujhe bhoolna hoga humme....
Lekin kambhaqt dil nahi manta.....
Ankhein phir khali hain ...Dil yaad ka smandar haiii...................
Aur mere humnashheen aansooon phir mere sath hainnnn..................
Shayad inhe hi apna kehte hain,..........................

Roothe yaar(Aansuin) ko manana hoga….
Haasna to ek bhana thaaa.............
Humme to tere pyar ko aazmana tha................
Saccha hai tu(aansuin) jootha nahii......
Tera hoon main rootha nahiii................
Tere bharosee hi jindagi yahan tak aayeee.........
Bhhengi palkon ne kab khusi paayeee haiiii..

Tu aur mainnnn..................
Hanste.................
nahin nahin Rote rahe sadda............................
They lived sadlyy evr after............................

THE END

Khush Kyun????


Khussi ka raaj puchtee ho ...
Jindgii ke andaaz puchte ho......
Main khussh huin kyunki aaj main, main huin... Uski yaad nahii...
Toote pyaar ki pahhriyaad nahii....
Khush huin yaron ke sang, barbbad nahii.....
Aur jab se hueyn hain unse ruksaat hum...
Suna hai ab woh bhi aabadd nahiii

Patthar dil to nahi na uske dard se anjaan huin...
Dewana hua to kya hua,yaron main bhi to inssan huin...
Berukhi kuch aisi ki jaane ko ho gya main majboor....
Puchta hai yaar meraa Deemag se to kar diya kya dil se kar sakoge usko door....
Huh duniya main koi kaam aasaan nahi hota...
Dard usko bhi jarorr hoga,koi bhagwaan nahi hota....

Vinni hates u!!

Maut Aur Jindagi


Jindagi maut se phir haari hai..
Har nek bande se isski yaari hai...
Ab to koi bhala manuss nazr aata to kehtein hain log..
Lagta hai iskii bhi maut ki dawat ki tayaari hai...

Dedicated to Late. Shree Pramod Mahajan May his soul rest in peace!!!