Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Train to Hyderabad (My Story-3)

“Go and study to make our name fly high”, with these words my mother applied a long tilak on my forehead and bade me bye. I was going to BITS-Pilani Hyderabad Campus. My father was accompanying me to Hyderabad and we both boarded a train. Finally we settled at our sit with our huge luggage. (Out of love, my mother gave me enough snacks to last for 1 month even if I stopped eating in mess and feed myself with those 4 times a day.) After some moments of thorough inspection, I found a cute girl sleeping on nearby upper berth.

Night went silently.

Next morning, she perched down to sit in front of me. Watching her sit in front of me, commotion started in my heart and I was searching chance to talk to her. After some time, my co-passengers started talking to her. Through that conversation, I found that she is going to Bangalore to take admission in some engineering college. Whole day she was reading a book named “ World’s History: A Brief Summary” in the most grave look. Only book’s name was “brief”, otherwise it was 1200-1300 pages thick. In the night, I gathered all my courage and asked for her book. (in school, I never completed my history book…I found that too boring). To my pleasure, she gave me book. I turned first page, there was written P kumari in beautiful cursive writing. But then something unexpected happened. Damn to Railways. My love train hadn’t started yet and they derailed it. My compartment’s light went off and I had to return the book with thanks.

But I liked her so much in 28 hours of journey.
Later I was admitted to BITS-Goa but I didn’t forget her. I told all my friends about her and said to enquire about her if they know anyone in Bangalore. Next, I did the craziest thing to find her. I searched “female, bihar, Bangalore” in Orkut and scrapped to every girl whose name goes with the letter “P”. After around 10 days, somebody replied, it was Priyanka and she scrapped,” r u the one who borrowed my buk in Train?”. I visited her profile only 2-3 friends and 5-6 scraps which looked as if they also don’t know her. After some days, she gave me her phone number and I really loved messaging her, though she never talked. It’s not that I never tried, but every time she replied “I m in class” or “friends here” or simply “busy”.

Then due to jaundice outbreak, we were given 20 days vacation. I returned to my home town and met with one of my oldest pal, Avinash. We were friend from class 7 and shared almost every secret. We chatted all day and I told him about Priyanka. He asked me to let him talk with her (he studies in IIT, so he was too much despo like us). Though I knew she would not take my call, but I had to call, it was the question of my prestige. I dialled her number from his phone and after some time it changed to “calling Ravi new “. I cut the call and dialled once again. It again changed to “calling Ravi new”. I asked him about that number. He said,”are yaar, ravi ka naya number hai… 2 mahine pehle to liya hai.”

I told Avinash everything; he laughed for good 30 minutes before I called Ravi, another of my close pal, and slanged him with every known slang.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

We and Society

Though in India, everywhere you can find hungry and poor people, fighting among themselves for their existence. When stomach is empty, no one can think about education, leave the big things like development, society and country.
When I used to wait for my school bus, I saw a small child of my age working in tea stall in front of my bus stop. 3 years later, he still works there and I am out of school, attending college and hoping a handsome package in lakhs per annum. He still works there and probably will do so to the rest of his life. I am in state of thinking that my child will attend some college in USA or UK and he will try to save his child from the tea stall his father gifted him. Recently, I went to my village and felt the agony of poor.In my village, I went sporting a nice nike shoes to save me from dusty road, children there were happy working in farm bare footed. And I wonder why child labour act. Just to add few more pages to the longest constitution of the world. And on the April fool day, our constitution makers added a new gem to the crown right to education. Now every child has fundamental right to get enrolled in nearby school. Whom the government is fooling? We people, yeah, like what they are doing for past 60 years. Do government think, poor are fool and don’t know the importance of education? No, every father knows the importance of education but his child has to work in order to be sure that he doesn't sleep empty stomach at night. Then he has to see, if his parents and brother had their meal or not and after this come his education. He is no lincon and lal bahdur sashtri that he can study after all these, his just a common chap who gets tired after hard work and prefer sleep over school.
I have a story to tell, in the most backward state of India, Bihar, there is a locality named Patwa toli. This locality is known for its poor weavers who are the victim of modern cloth technology and is situated in pious city of Bodh Gaya. In that locality, there are two brothers who are running a coaching institute for IIT-JEE at very minimal fee. The two brothers are also pass out from IITs, and every year, they produce around 5-10 IITians. The most amazing part is that the holiday of students studying in IITs from Patwa toli is utilised to teach the juniors. Together they are doing great job to change their society, their poverty and everything which is obstructing their path to success.
Change is within us. After some years, we will be earning a lot of money. Can’t we give a part of that to the society? If not money, why not teaching poor child for one day every week. We are 120 people in a hostel, if we can form a trust with each member just paying Rs.1000/- per year. It will be Rs.120000, enough to sponsor one or two child’s education. And remember if we can do that, we are not only changing just one life, we are changing life of his parents, his generations yet to come. To the country, we are giving one responsible citizen and to society, one person who can change the fate of his locality, his relatives.

Monday, July 5, 2010

My story-2

This post is dedicated to one of my friends.
Do you know what Sachin Tendulkar loves the most??? Think..Think.. Let me tell you. Sachin counts his centuries again and again and relishes every century. He tells his wife,” Anjali, you remember, the final of Asia cup, I smashed six off Shoiab Akhtar to make 100”. Anjali replies,” Of course darling. And that in Australia, 3 sixes on Shane Warne. How can I forget them!!”
You people will be thinking why suddenly Sachin Tendulkar. Its because recently I found a new property of girls. Though girls are very much offensive on anyone who proposes them but they love to count the number of proposes, similar to Sachin’s habit of counting centuries. I have got some secret information from girl’s side that there is sense of competition between them over their toll. “are payal, tujhe is month sirf 3 ne propose kiya, mujhe to 6 ne…” And now payal will get ready to give her friend hard fight next month by using “fair and lovely”.
Some days back, I was caught in this count fight. That time, I was unaware of this count race. I liked one girl and wished to tell her my feeling. I needed a medium for that and who else is better than her best friend. I talked to Shruti (her best friend) and told her whole matter except that I like her best friend (if you tell so, she is no longer intrested in you and you will lose a communicating medium). In some days, Shruti became a good friend of mine. I and Shruti started messaging. Meanwhile I shifted to Goa. But one day, I was trapped. Here is a part of message conversation:
Me: hi..wassup..wht r u doin?
Shruti: nothng….just playing wid my cousins…
Me: lovely.. I wish I were at home.. I luv kids…
(to win her friend..first you have to win her..thats why so much of nonsense)
Shruti: dey r askin me weird ques… I m sick of dere ques..
Me: lyk???
Shruti: Dey just asked me,” what is meant by 143?”
Me: I luv u
( my Physics tutorial was waiting for me, I had to go)
Me: bye
( No reply, I was slightly taken aback, but then I didn’t put much of my mind in it)
Thereafter due to my exams and after me Shruti’s exam, we didn’t talk or message. 10 days back, I met the girl whom I loved. With slight hesistation, I said I love you.
Girl’s reply: you cheater, fraud…. Kutte, kaminey…I know you..whenever you find any good looking girl, you propose her… “ I love you” simple words for you..
Me: but what I did…???????????
Girl: just month back, you proposed Shruti and now me..
Me: but..but.. I never proposed her…
Girl: Thank God, you proposed Shruti and I have evidence for that..i have Shruti’s mobile with me
( She opened her mobile, and showed me the message displaying “I luv u” which I sent Shruti in reply to her cousin’s question)
After listening so much gali, I was very upset. Later, I was informed that Shruti was falling short of one proposal to her friend, so she used my message as equaliser… So next time, you are messaging any girl, BEWARE

Friday, July 2, 2010

My story-1

So, finally i have decided, i will go for arrange marriage. Guys, arrange marriage has its own advantage, like you will be the apple of your parent's eye, you will listen something like," you know sharma jee, his son married a punjabi without informing them, God knows what we did in last birth that we got our son, otherwise its going increasingly difficult to find son like ours." And you are like,"sala, kismat hi kharab hai, punjabi kya, madrasi bhi nai mili." Its not because i didn't like anyone but because i like everyone and i am tired of being rejected. With the last two rejections by two sweet girls in last two week, my toll goes to 11 in my love carrier. God has been so kind on me, he used Lafarge cement to build my heart otherwise i have seen many guys insane with just one rejection. Now, i am used to it and i would like to share my experiences so that you people should know what not to be done.

In class 8:
Our class was in first floor and to drink water, we used to go to ground floor. This was the first time; i was going to propose someone. So, naturally, i was bit nervous. But i was determined to do so on that day. "That day" because that day was Tuesday, day of hanuman ji, and if i fail that day, i had to wait another week. I decided to catch her in lunch on stairs and tell my feelings. As soon as bell rang for lunch, i went to stair and started to wait for her. I waited for whole 30 minutes and even i missed my noodles.(my mother gave me noodles that day). After 30 minutes, bell rang and i went back to class and enquired about her. My spies in girls told me that she was not feeling well and has decided to skip the lunch.
My plan changed. She used to go by foot and that too alone. So, i decided to check my luck then. As final bell rang, i hurriedly went to gate and looked for her. But to my surprise, she came but accompanied with her father. For a minute, i imagined myself in front of her father, her father with a gun, and i begging for my life.
I waited for next Tuesday. I had a different plan for that day. I decided to say her as soon as i found her alone. At last, i got the right time.
me: hi..anku....

anku: hi.. have you completed maths homework??

here i was preparing for my life and these geek girls always thing about the studies. Though i hadn't completed yet but i had to make impression.

me: yes..i can help you.

anku: thanks...yaar

me: anku..i was thinking...........

anku: you know, my sister bought me this ring..

(Showing a golden ring in her finger)
girls can never change...the same jewellery.....same sister....i was sick of them for last 1 years.

me: really nice..

anku: kal meri mumbai wali mausi aa rahi hai..

you have to listen these, if you want to see your future with her, no matter how much you dislike.

me: cool.. anku.. i was thinking that i love you.

Suddenly her look changed from, mother Teresa to phoolan devi, i swear if she had gun, i must be in heaven enjoying apsaras.

anku: i know you guys well.. you all are same. Why i trusted you?? Why??

She started sobbing.(killer weapon of girls-tears)

me: i mean.......i really like you..i am not teasing or doing it for fun...i love you most in this world after your parents..

she ran away and in next morning assembly, i got my answer. Her elder sister who was 2 years senior to us called me .

Her sister gave me a short speech on “girls and their future” and her speech includes questions like “ What do you understand girls? Are they for fun only?”. After speech I thought why cant girls say direct no. And then I decided to never let my heart fall again but it fell again. Details in next post…