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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 …

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 ofthinking 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 t…

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 offShoiab 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 ca…

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 …