True, not everyone is a friend.

Today when so many people we barely know are “friends” on our social networking sites, I am reminded of an episode long time ago. I think I was in class 4 or 5. I knew a girl in my class who I rarely interacted with. She had her own set of friends, belonged to a different state, spoke a different language, and had nothing in common with me. We sat in opposite corners of the classroom. She was short and I was tall, and thus never even stood close to each other in those queues we made during the assembly. The only time I heard her name and her voice was when the teacher took the class attendance every morning and I heard her “present ma’am”.

It so happened that my father happened to know her father, which we discovered accidentally. My father had to go meet her father for some work and asked me if I would like to tag along and visit my friend. I was not very excited at the thought of it and hence decided to stay home.

The rest of the story, we heard from my father. He was at their place when my friend entered to say hi. My father smiled and asked her if she knew he was her school friend’s father. To which she smiled and said yes, and corrected my father saying “Although he is not a friend, he is a classmate”.

My father was very intrigued with the wisdom of a 11 year old. When I heard this, I was angry at first, but later realized that what she said was not to demean or insult me, she just spoke the truth. We must have barely spoken 3 times in school, sat at different corners, never shared or food, never hung out with the same set of friends, and had nothing in common.

Years later, I still appreciate the wisdom of what she said. We use the word “friend” in very general terms, referring to anyone we meet in the train, work with, go to school with, are neighbors with, or even study in the same class with. You go to a class with classmates, go to work with colleagues, and so on. Friend cannot be a generalized word used to describe classmates, colleagues, or contacts. Someone who is not a friend doesn’t necessarily have to be an enemy. But not everyone you are civil to and in good terms with is a friend.

On the same note, it would be interesting to have categories like classmates, colleagues, contacts, neighbors, relatives, etc. on these social networking sites. True, not everyone is a friend.

don't be serious, be sinceer!

I love the compositions of chetan bhagat, and am quite impressed by his philosophy.
Yesterday, when I’ve got a mail in my inbox comprising with a speech of chetan bhagat which he gave in a well known management institute, thought to share it with you as well. Enjoy!
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Don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before
successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.
There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts.
Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.
"Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the
marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is
only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited
and alive, will start to die. .......
One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really
temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50
years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? ......
It's ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, fall in love, little
fights with your spouse. We are people, not programmed devices........." :)
"Don't be serious, be sincere."!!
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Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty impressed by what he said, and tent to agree as well.
it started echoing to my brain, "don't be serious, be sinceer"!

i guess that's life

I had written this sometime in semester 2. I was waiting for a lecture to start when suddenly these thoughts flooded my mind and I put it down on paper..


Sometimes I wonder why things that happen in our lives, happen at all. because some of these things change your life entirely - may be forever. You wish that
some things never happened, or certain other things happened - but what we always forget is that if everything happened our way, wouldn't life become too
predictable and boring? You would just say "I want it that way" and it would happen - no, that's not what life is all about. You need to experience unexpected
things, and derive excitement and happiness from those things, because if there are no challenges, there's no excitement. Challenges come in 3 categories
- easy, difficult, impossible. Those who take on the easy alone have a boring and straight forward life. Those who take on the difficult have a tough but
satisfying life. Those who take on the impossible are remembered forever! (I read this quote somewhere) Always remember - all that happens, happens for
good. If God does not give you everything you want, it is because there is a reason behind it - and it is for your good. Time will teach you everything,
even if you don't understand it at the moment. 'because time is the greatest healer..

I can still relate to what I had written so many months ago.. What I had gone through then is very similar to what I am going through now.. The emotions are the same, the situation slightly different.. I guess that's life!

feeling the same touch

There are some people in our lives who are never away….
you may meet or even talk to them after months or years…but it feels the same… as if you partied together just yesterday!
(gosh, save me from this poetomania!)

Similarly, there are such places…you might visit them after long…but everything feels just the same!
And that’s what I feel for my blog right now. I know I’ve been away for quite sometime but it feels no difference.
I still feel the same connect with all, and hope you all too feel the same affection towards this blog.
well, a warm hello.
Oh yeah, it’s pretty apparent to say warm hello as the winters are approaching all across.
Put your quills out people, i held no responsibility for any disease cause to you due to your carelessness, including swine flew.

confusion unraveled

Ever since I read that book about belief in God, I’ve been thinking which category will I fall in – atheist, thiest, agnostic gnostic???
I always thought and said that I am agnostic… but come to think of it, agnostics are those who are not sure whether they believe in God’s existence… but I am not that… I have full faith in God…but that doesn’t make me theist because I am not religious… I don’t believe in temples and pujas and rituals. So where do I fall?
Yeah, it’s important knowing in, you can’t live in confusion all the life.
If there’s any santa in world, it’s google. so,
I did some googling and found out that I fall in the category of ‘Agnostic Theism’, which
is also known as ‘Spiritual Agnosticism’.
wow! I did not know myself that scientifically ever before this!
I like that
That’s just what I am… Some relief there now!
so finally, confusion unraveled.

:p

So , the last time I wrote something here , was a time when Kapil Dev was in polka dotted diapers and dinosaurs used to prance around the earth with gay abandon . Ok , that’s a slight exaggeration about the extent of my absence , but you get the drift. Right?

Absenteeism reasons , though I assume you care more about the dirt stuck under the nail on your left little finger than my absenteeism reasons , range from being busy with a domesticised and less grandiose version of that part of Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum where Bacchan Saab tells SRK that he must not marry Kajol ( Oh yeah , now this is the part which makes my female friends go "oh wow ! Bata na Bata na ") , to , settling in a job where the best part of my day remains hitting the coffee button on the sputtering machine or discovering the OS on my laptop has crashed.

Whatever that, days were so chaotic these days, so I had been working too much and roving almost all across the India.
Believe me, it just feels nice when you get back to your home sweet home after long, there’s nothing more pleasing then that.
Yeah, the works are ever going, I’ll be going out and coming in always, all that required is your continuance on this blog.
I am lost with ideas on what to post, and you know that’s a genuine problem with me.
Until I come back with something cool soon, stay tuned and enjoy.

I , my friend , will want to see your face

So I don't talk about you anymore
And they say things will be better than before
So I live another day , hoping they are right
But now , I lie awake , in this cold November night

I think about you and I believe
that when it's time for me to leave
And the sounds of life are defeated by a silent grace
I , my friend , will want to see your face

You trusted me without a why
And I said I am your shade when the sun is high
You just smiled and did not doubt
My false promises kept the reality out


But when the wolves arrived , you saw me depart
And now , the shards of those promises bleed my heart
and When the lady called life loosens her embrace
I , my friend , will want to see your face

Do you hate me now , I do not know
Do you regret knowing a man so shallow
Does it disgust you to remember my voice
Will you live it again , if given a choice

I think you wont , And I see the reason
But I still wish , though guilty of treason
And when the glow of a setting sun fills the space
I , my friend , will want to see your face

You dont let go of your dreams
For a whisper of love can drown all the screams
I know that to talk of love , I have no right
But sometimes you see something only when it is out of sight

So wherever you are , give love another chance
Let it fill your heart , do it's divine dance
As for me ..when the angels of death carry me to a darker place
I , my friend , will want to see your face


Whoa ! Chill Yaaro . There was a bunch of really verbal Punjabi dogs right outside my window at 4.30 in the morning , and since they wont let me sleep , decided to see if I can rhyme words . So chill . It takes something as grave as back to back screenings of Karz and Phoonk to depress me . Dissociations with the female variety of Homo Sapiens aint that bad for me . And all the angry guys commenting here , You are always fun to have around .

only thinking that matters

it all depends on what you think about any particular topic, point or situation.
here's a little poem that you may like:

If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t,
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,
It’s almost certain you won’t!

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,
For out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will,
It’s all in the state of mind!

If you think you’re outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself,
Before you’ll ever win the prize!

Life’s battles don’t always go,
To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins,
Is the one who thinks he can!

it's time to shake it now

It's been a busy few months. I've been trying to figure out a few things in my life, but unfortunately it seems that these things don't want to be figured
out yet. Oh well. There's a time and place for everything. But I feel I'm ready for a significant change in life now. Could be a change of place, could
be a change of occupation, or could simply be a change of attitude, or perhaps all of the mentioned. But I'm ready for something different. Something new
and challenging. There is this desire to do something that is fullfilling, to do something that gives me a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. Doesn't
have to be a financial gain (though that's always good!), but to do something that I can look back upon and say "Damn, I did good!". But this enthusiasm
of doing something has in the past always been very short-lived. I get sucked into the daily routine of things and these thoughts get pushed to the back
of my mind.

Ever felt that the world is moving forward and you're still stuck in the same place? I guess that's what I'm feeling of late. Is this what it's like to
be getting old? Or is this what it means to be getting used to what life has dealt you? Perhaps I'm in my comfort zone and haven't ventured out for a while,
but the thing is, i'm uncomfortable in my comfort zone. Or perhaps I've become comfortable in my uncomfortable zone. I dunno. But whatever the case is,
it's been a struggle for far too long.

It's time to *seriously* shake things up around here.

Ring a bell.

It's funny how unexpected free time comes when you least anticipate it. Well, I guess that's why they call it "unexpected". I've been using "too busy" as
an excuse for not updating this blog (among several other things) and now here I am, sitting in lab in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week,
typing out a post about ... well, nothing. Irony seems to be a consistent theme in my life, huh?

So what exactly am I doing here? Well, I was supposed to be in lecture, but the kindly professor decided not to show up. I could've just taken the two
hours off and gone and done something else, but like a good child, I thought, "I'm sure there's work for me to do in lab - I better not waste this time
doing something pointless" and promptly strolled on over to lab. Only to find that pretty much everyone has gone out (to lunch, to do work on some other
floor, who knows?) and that my supervisor isn't around to give me work either. Again, much to my own surprise, I refused to be deterred by the apparent
lack of work and scavenged around, looking for a textbook I'd been reading last night so as to continue my studies. Surprise, surprise - I couldn't find
it anywhere in bag. Seems like if you're really intent on doing some useful work, it will do its best to hide itself from you. Oh, well. Can't complain.

It's surprising how little time it takes to get out of touch with blogging. Just a few days ago, I was sitting at home, words pouring out of my mouth
hands, thoughts flowing like a raging river in my head. And now here I am, unable to think of anything to write. It's not like I lead an uneventful life.
And that's not even the problem - I can think of a lot of posts that I've written based on completely ordinary, uneventful things. The problem, I think,
lies in the fact that once you've lost touch, nothing seems "blog-worthy" anymore. You start losing the ability to look at the world around you from a
blogger's perspective, and that, in turn, makes it less appealing to write about anything. It takes a supreme effort to get yourself to write that one
pointless post, that one post that serves the sole purpose of getting you to open up that blog page and type something, and then, before you know it, you're
back in the groove and writing as though you haven't written in ages (which, technically, is true).

This pointless post had better achieve that goal, but I’m still waiting for my mind to Ring a bell.

Wellcome again, with Bated breath

First let me apologize for going away without information, without notice, without this, that, and whole lot alike.
So, you might be wondering where I was, what I had been doing during these days, and stuff.
If you were really thinking it somewhere, means the the blog is getting some rage, which is fantastic. Isn’t it?
Anyways, The reasons that I was farther than blogging were numerous, and all they have thumped collectively
First, I got stuck in a software that I was developing for a Canada based company. Logics were all correct, yet the outputs were not much loved.
I’ve tried this, that, and whole lot of all, yet no remarkable success, then I suddenly saw a dream at around 2:45 in morning. I was coding something there, and when I found it what, it was the solution of the same issue where I was stucked up.
Yeh, when I’ve typed those 10-11 lines on my PC, it executed!
Man, this is unbelievable, even though I’ve seen a number of such dreams where I code, develop softwares, make analysis and more, but this was special, as there was no solution in my head before I’ve seen this dream, then where did it come from?
I really don’t know, may be I’ll have to find a psychiatrist to research on it.
From Next day, exams were starting. So Naturally, I too have done the same what any other human would do “study”!
I’ve studied, studied, and studied for a few days, and hey, I’ve got a good outcome as well, all the exams were fairly good!
As soon as it ended, the festive season of diwali was approaching here.
I’ve rushed to shop something for my self, and even I’ve shopped a lot this season.
Then the festive season arrived finally, so I’ve got indulged into celebration.
Had some great hangouts, sweets, meets, treats, and those pleasure stuffs that combines only once in a year.
Done a whole lot of fun, and as soon as it got ended, I’m here, writing this blog post, without even worrying, that I’ve haven’t touched the books from past week or more, haven’t coded a single line from around 10-12 days, haven’t played guitar from some 15 or more days, haven’t watched movie for around a month, ggosh, it’s an ever growing list, believe me.
The point is, that the days when I was away from this blog, were assorted with variety of substances, diversities of flavors, and copious emotions.
Very seldom you get such amazing days, so my heart is filled and thrilled.
well above all, I’m back to the paradise again, and so as you.
What’s say? Let’s wish each others belated wishes of diwali, and welcome with Bated breaths.

total hack: name changed on request...

You must've have come across this phrase while reading articles in a magazine or newspaper. Usually, when it is a real life story with certain personal
or embarrassing details, the actual name of the person isn't divulged and another random name is used. At the bottom of the article there is one single
note for all the changed names as the newspapers have to mention it to ascertain it's genuineness. Hence, when you read the article, you go with the flow
and you don't care about the names used, 'cos even if the names are common, in all likelihood you wouldn't know the person mentioned in the article. And
you don't care.

That makes sense.

But many a time I come across articles where the sentence goes like this.

"Ramya, an electrical engineering student from BITS (name changed on request), was walking back to her hostel after class when..." This would probably
be followed by a few other people whose names had been changed and this would be mentioned in brackets for every name changed, all in the same article.

I find this a little stupid, and frankly I don't understand the purpose of mentioning it every time, instead of just writing it once in small print at
the end of the article. Somehow I find myself concentrating more on the names of the people than the incident itself while reading the article. And then
I start commenting on why they had to use such a weird name, with a pseudo initial as well! There are so many nice and pleasant names, but no, they find
the most obscure names on the planet and print it.

Just a random post - I'm just amused that at times, I concentrate more on the names than the actual important content in the article. ;)

And I turn around to find you gone

I turn around to grasp your neck,
to fill the air and strum you on,
to suffuse the mind with aural gleam,
And I turn around to find you gone.

I recall the days of splendid sounds,
the notes and tones and beats you spawn,
Then I feel that it was all a dream,
And I turn around to find you gone.

The pick is lonely, the mic dejected,
My throat, in memory, does only mourn,
I sing alone your sweet refrain,
And I turn around to find you gone.

The air is bland, my life is chilling,
all music, sans you, is traffic horn,
I miss your sonorous voice in pain,
And I turn around to find you gone.

how to irritate people and lose friends

Your urges that have unfortunately (for you) caused you to peruse this harmless-looking piece of text shall be the cause of more harm than you would have
thought an innocent and harmless-looking piece of text could have in the first place. This elongated paragraph was written partly out of an urge to write
and more partly to warn you that the writer or the written takes no responsibility of the consequences that might / might not happen to happen.

As you might have guessed from the topic you are about to meet a sermon and then you might need a surgeon. Okay just kidding, no surgeons required. Getting
on with what is most desirable at this instant, let me start by asserting that you take the first step in the world of irritating people when you actually
take your first step. Yes. It has been chemically, psychologically, statistically (and all other allies taken) proven that the ability to irritate and
annoy is inherent. Remember how you irritated your parents by excreting at your convenience.. Ah! What comfortable days. Well, a clever mind would argue
that we still do that at our convenience but clever minds can go to hell. Rejoice, you can, after hearing that you too are intrinsically able to irritate
others but the truth is that most people are wonted to such patterns of irritations and hence to step out of the box, you must think out of the box. If
you have asked yourself which box after reading the previous line, you are a natural. But in other cases too, development is possible, so there is less
need to worry.

The best way to bother someone is by asking questions. Ask ask ask till you bask. Prepare a series of random questions and learn them by heart. Fire them
at every friend you see. These questions must range from 'How are you' to 'Why didn't the subspace field harmonically ultra cogentic engines fail while
the Apollo 15 took off'. If the person in any way tries to suggest that no Apollo 15 is in existence yet, be sure to ask Why, and keep in store a corresponding
Why for every answer the patient of a man/woman has for you. With constant practice you shall be avoided. But there is no time for repose, this is just
the beginning.

There are a couple of other methods to chafe people and the best one is to attack the ego. Wait, didn't I say the best was to ask questions? Oh whatever,
just read don't ask questions. Attack the ego, I say. Sermonize as much as you can. Tell them always that the best path to take in life is a path of integrity,
honesty and virtue. Make sure you yourself are atleast a hundred miles away from that path. Great. Ask people that did they embrace the path of integrity,
honesty and virtue or are they still ignoble in their outlook every time you meet them. Make sure this is asked in public. You shall again be avoided.

Once you are avoided, beg for forgiveness. This, I know it is tough, but it is worth it. Beg for forgiveness promising you have changed and act normal
for a few days. After these days of silence, start boasting of your integrity, honesty and virtue. Start talking about how embracing the path of integrity,
honesty and virtue is the most difficult thing to do. Moreover, keep repeating integrity, honesty and virtue in every aspect and conversation. Kindle an
aversion for integrity, honesty and virtue in the other one's heart by repeating about integrity, honesty and virtue atleast a million times a day. When
the person cannot listen about integrity, honesty and virtue, chide him/her for talking such about integrity, honesty and virtue. For integrity, honesty
and virtue are the basis of integrity, honesty and virtue and without integrity, honesty and virtue what good is a person. It is only integrity, honesty
and virtue that differentiate us from the beast, integrity, honesty and virtue that term us human and only integrity, honesty and virtue that are responsible
for adding Kind to Man, hence making integrity, honesty and virtue a necessity for ManKind as a hole.

Your friend now has two options. Either to run away from you or to actually imbibe integrity, honesty and virtue. Most sane individuals would choose the
former and shun integrity, honesty and virtue, making their lives pits of shit, because without integrity, honesty and virtue that is what a human life
is, a pit of shit.

Once you have elicited complete, categorical and absolute hate from the person concerned owing to your stubbornness, you can be sure you have annoyed him/her
enough and that should be the point of satisfaction. Although, if you still don't feel satisfied, either embrace integrity, honesty and virtue or keep
asking yourself why you are still not satisfied until you actually embrace integrity, honesty and virtue.

Now that you have lost one friend, you can move on to make others solely for the purpose of annoying and losing them, thus assimilating integrity, honesty
and virtue in the process.

Statutory Warning: Reading this post might be injurious to your mental health.

looking for mister right, but on a wrong place

I don’t know how many of you have watched this new Television reality show on Star Plus called the ‘Perfect bride’. Normally I avoid these shows because of all the unhealthy emotions that come to the forefront when you put highly competitive youngsters together in a house while they are fighting for the prize. They play games, they form alliances, they plot to eliminate others – in general, it brings out everything negative in them. And in some shows there is a free exchange of obscenities and insults, no holds barred.
In this case the title of the show was intriguing and hence I started watching it. What do they mean by the term ‘Perfect Bride’? Obviously nobody can be perfect under all circumstances nor for everyone in the world?

The participants comprise of 5 bachelors and their moms and 10 girls. They are to spend a few weeks together in different wings of the same house - girls and moms together and boys together, separated by low gates and balconies. The mummies are to allocate tasks and observe the girls in action while they perform housekeeping tasks and cooking. There is hardly any free interaction between the young men and women – as it is mostly under the observant eyes of the others in the group. Only winners in tasks are allowed to spend an hour of private time with a partner of their choice.

Now comes the fun part:
What kind of tasks are set for men? They have to run through slush , climb ladders, change punctured tyres and drive the car back within the shortest possible time.
Tasks for girls? Arrange a party for the boys including decoration, planning menu, cooking and cleaning.
How original is that!!
And no penalties for the boy who came last but the girl who was poor in her task had to clean the toilet – wah!!

At the end of the week, one perfectly sweet girl was voted out because one whimsical mom thought she was not suitable for her precious son. Good for her I say, to get out of this madness soon enough. I loved what that spunky girl said before leaving: "May be my perfect man is waiting for me out there and I am getting late for him!!" HUGS girl, way to go!


The format of the show is too imperfect to be able to succeed in finding anyone perfect. As one smart and articulate participant aptly said ‘perfect bride is not just about cooking’. Another beautiful girl said how her confidence was being shattered every minute she was in that house. I perfectly understand. I think some of the girls might be scarred for life after this and some of them may never want to marry!!

In any case looking at the quality of the boys and the attitude of their moms ( one mom was rejecting a girl because she was dark!!!) I think the ‘perfect’ bride they are searching for is one dumb, fair, good-looking, saas-serving bahu. Mommyjis, have you tried the matrimonial ads? You have a better chance there.

Well, what else was I expecting from a channel that thrives on the “K” serials?

she, VS he

This is something which I harvested from the web.

(A) How to Keep a Woman Happy"*
It's not at all difficult !

All you have to do is to be:

1. A friend
2. A companion
3. A lover
4. A brother
5. A father
6. A master
7. A chef
8. An electrician
9. A carpenter
10. A plumber
11. A mechanic
12. A decorator
13. A stylist
16. A psychologist
17. A pest exterminator
18. A psychiatrist
19. A healer
20. A good listener
21. An organizer
22. A good father
23. Very clean
24. Sympathetic
25. Athletic
26. Warm
27. Attentive
28. Gallant
29. Intelligent
30. Funny
31. Creative
32. Tender
33. Strong
34. Understanding
35. Tolerant
36. Prudent
37. Ambitious
38. Capable
39. Courageous
40. Determined
41. True
42. Dependable
43. Passionate

WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:

44. Give her compliments regularly
45. Love shopping
46. Be honest
47. Be very rich
48. Not stress her out
49. Not look at other girls

AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:

50. Give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself
51. Give her lots of time, especially time for herself
52. Give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes

IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:

53. Never to forget: birthdays anniversaries arrangements she makes

(B) HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY....!!! :

1. Leave him in peace
2. Feed him well.
3. Let him have the remote control.

...... are you seriously looking for more??

This is a fun post. Women: Do take it sportingly and Men: Laugh away!!

still it teases me

Sometimes, it seems that all your astuteness is dead.
Mostly, it happens when you feel that nothing is working for you.
No no, neither I’m talking about love, nor frustration.
Even in general, when things stops working for you, you feel very disappointing.
Ah, it’s not strange, and probably it happens with every one.
Though Being a programmer, many times I feel similar situations. Sometimes, a very tiny mistake in my whole long code stucks like a huge hitch. I am sure
all the programmers will agree here, but what I am going to talk is not programming actually.


It was 13th October, and I was all set to give my exam of algorithm. Since our exams helds online, one needs to verify a link from his e-mail ID which was
been provided earlier while filling the form.
According to rules, one need to verify the link in 10 minutes of given time to appear in exam.


I was all set. When time triggered, the first step I had
to do was to open my e-mail account. Since I’ve verified my gmail account with them, I open
www.gmail.com
in my brouzer. Entered my username and password, and pressed sign in button.
Oh, oh, oh, it prompted “user name and password doesn’t match”
I was stunned. “doesn’t match?”
I’ve typed again, but result was same.
I was hundred percent sure that I haven’t forgot my password. Then?
“Is there any bloody problem with gmail’s server? But it might have produced any error message in case of any problem in database miss integrity.”
Ah, the 10 minutes limitation was plummeting every sec, and my heart was sincking at the same time.
“what the hack is this?”
Now, I got frustrated after typing again again and again.
It was only 1 minute left, and I was sure that thanks to my horrific luck, I’ll miss the chance of giving the exam.
This was an exam for which I’ve studied overnights, I left movies for several days, I circumvented the hangouts with friends, in short I’ve prepared so much,
so I was absolute ready and excited for the exam in a sense.
Never the less, now 10/ 15 seconds gone more, and it was 45 seconds remaining to verify the link.
Suddenly, a divine voice spoke to me.
“have you checked the caps lock?”
Hmm, I said it was divine voice, and you might have understood the problem ttoo.
Yes the caps lock was on, and I was typing the user name and password in big letters every time. I quickly fixed the problem, entered the username and password,
opened the mail, clicked link, and finally, at least I got the question paper for me.
The paper I found very easy, and I remember I’ve secured 94 percent marks in that exam. Though I was happy with the performance in exam, but this prior
incidence was agonizing me so much.
“man, as you are feeling proud after getting 94 percent marks in exam, but are you capable enough?”
“where was your whole brain while entering the username and password?”
“even you didn’t get meanwhile that caps on may be a reason?”
There were lots of questions which were teasing me, and I didn’t even had a single answer.
Even those questions embarrasses me until now, but it taught me a very important lesson, that
One should never complicate simple problems in life, they may certainly ruin the task.

a vertual meeting come true

And so it happened. Without too much planning. Without going to and fro. One ping, followed by one suggestion on place and time. And lo behold, we met.

Who you may ask – a cute girl I’ve got via social networking medium,
Samaira.

it was a week day, so I’ve rushed straight from college.
And was there dot on time, only to see the Red Cedia parked already.
I obviously had no issues in spotting her in the crowded coffee shop. We hugged as if we were some long lost friends catching up over cup of coffee. And
conversation just flew. Not even for a second there was an uncomfortable silence. Not even for a second were we stuck on what to say next. Least to say,
it was delightful. The first peek at the watch shocked me no end. 2 hours had gone by and we hadn’t realized.


I say. And what a meeting it was. Yea, a sweet nice girl who had a golden smile on her face, beautifully dressed up in pink color, long curve hairs,
She was exactly same as I found her over chats,
After meeting her yesterday, I am still wondering why it took so long. I should have met her ages back.
And what’s quirky, is that she too thinks the same.

Though, there are a lot of friends I do talk over phone, but
This was the first time I had met someone from the world of social networking.
In fact, I had wrong notions about people found on mediums like these, but believe me, there are genuine humans as well.
I know this may be an exception as well, but let me tell, that even though my notion has changed a bit, yet it has not transformed completely.
So, I’ll still take hard care that meeting people should always be pleasant like this.
Whatever, for now I am happy, as I’ve got the bond of friendship with samaira stronger, and also, because we’ve goofed up so nicely.
She has promised me to introduce her boyfriend with me next time, so I’m seriously waiting for that.
What do you think about virtual meetings by the way?
Drop in your comments please.

fixing back, slowly, slowly

Life means missing the expected , facing unexpected .
Being forgotten for all right one does,
being remembered for all wrong one commits .
A lot goes unquestioned,a lot more unanswered.

Well, i bet, life is not as easy as it sounds.
In fact, not in any case, not that I’m finding it hard, but ok, I confess today, these days the life seems a bit difficult.
I mean, at least complicated then previous days.
So, why is it?
Well how would I know, in fact I could have fixed the matters if I really knew.
Good news is, that perhaps the things are fixing back. Yes there’s a perhaps still, and that’s what the more important part, full of probabilities.
Not trying to hum like a philosopher in any case, but you tell me, isn’t it mysterious?
Ok, I hope, that I will understand a bit of extra things soon, by the way, I’ve already learnt a lot from the past incidence. (oh, they are so recent, and that’s why throbbing).
So all that I can say at this junction, is an old song sung by well known bollywood singer kishor kumar,
“zindagi ka safar hai ye kaisa safar, koi samjha nahin, koi jana nahi.”
--What a journey is life, nobody could know, nobody understood.

It tells all that I wanted to convey.
well leaving for now,
where?
you know my schedule is too hectic, , right?

Take care anyways.

Back, but Forlorn

am back. I know i have been going off and on and for a looooooooong period was in hibernation!

Well hope i am back for good.

Things have been pretty much hectic and yes interesting.

Life sometimes teaches us lessons the hard way. I have also learnt it the same way. Hard from within or outside doesn't matter. All what matters is whether
i got it right! Yes indeed i have.

Many a time i have sat down rewinding my memories and looking at my past and learning all what i did and what I had experienced. It has been a journey quiet,
interesting, tiring, cruel, boring, happy, sweet, irritating and yet lovely life!

If I start writing down my thoughts would really be a great tide today and hence I stop right here. .... Looking for reasons ... looking for my smile ,
sometimes i dig deep down my thoughts and feel the pain. A pain which i detest yet love for it just reminds me of those days and moments of reality . Prayers
help ... so that is the way .. writing works .. so here i am !:)

My thoughts and vibes will move with time but can never leave my heart and would remain within only to pop with time .. well how else will I then find time
to pen ?

:d

Hmm so sorry for my prattles …. It just goes on … will catch ya soon

Hope all are doing fine at your end ..

Take care!

to be continue

i know you are in the offing for my next blog post, even if you can’t comment, yet you’ve something wacky in your arms.
Well, ok, ok, I understand your affection towards this blog, so I got obligated to write this post.
Wish I could write glibly with the same pace, but it’s unattainable at this junction. Why, because I’m wound up with some emotional dilemmas these days, so I beseech you to give me a few more days to write in the same proverbial tenor.
Hope I’ll get back with some enthralling post rather then silly posts like this, if you’ve really found it one.
till then keep waiting, or of course, keep reading the older posts as well.

how to improve spellings in english?

Well let me tell first of all, I’m usually not supposed to write these sort of tutorial, or guide. (whatever you call it). But, I had been asked by one of my very close friend, while we were talking about silly spellings written by intelligent people. She said, “I don’t believe, how they can write those many erroneous spellings”? I said “they do, because of unproper education, and other internal/ external issues”.
While arguing, she finally said, that why don’t someone comes with an extensive guide that can improve their spelling habits?
I just promised her at the time, that not sure if there is anything available to provide extensive informations all at one place, but I’ll write one for those who badly looks for it.
Thanks to Natasha for inspiring me for this, and you all, I’m not a regular tutorial writer, excuse me for anything flawed.
This guide is for you, if you feel yourself hazard while writing.
This guide is for you, if you find spellings your rival,
This guide is for you, if you feel, that you can’t spell correctly even to usual words at all,
Hey, ok, I mean this guide is to improve your spellings skills.


Fare or not, often people are judged on the basis of how they spells the words.
I know this is not a legitimate criteria, but that’s what it goes, specially in corporate or professional environment.
So, firstly you need to understand, that you are not the only person who is suffering from the problem of bad spellings. In fact, I’m sure there are milians of people like you in world, so my point is to stop feeling nervous about it.
Believe me, you are not unlike, it’s a very common error found in many of us.
The reason is, that we are not properly educated about spelling strategies in our primary classes, and those who are educated even have not taken much interest about it.
In English, it says that rules are made to be broken.
Many a times, neither two words pronounced somehow samely would have same sspelling, nor two samely looking spelling would have same pronounciations.
It’s peculiar, extremely peculiar, but as said, that’s what it is.
Writing proper spellings has it’s own very special magnitudes, and if on a professional basis, it may even make or break your career.
So, what is that magic mantra to trounce this problem?
Well, I’d say that there is, and there’s not.
What I mean is, that though there’s no mantra available to completely assembling the skills overnight, but still there is a mantra, and that is “practice makes one perfect”.
There are some rules, some customs, some exercises and more, to which if you practice, you’d be a juggler of spellings pretty soon.
Well yeh, it’s an art yet it can be learned, it’s a magic yet it can be executed, it’s a tune yet it can be played, and of course, it’s a bit hard yet it can be done.
Now comes the milian doller question, where to find those rules, customs, exercises and more. Well, internet is the key, believe me or not, it also has great stuffs for improving English apart from your favorite song, favorite movies, and else.
No no no, I haven’t written this long guide only to tell this small thing, waite a bit, I’m providing a list of internet’s best resources which would definitely improve your skills of
Spelling correctly.
How much you’d improve, , depends how much you’d pick up the logic behind.
Here are some of the best resources available on internet, which if you read, you’d return with golden power of correctly spelling the words.

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Learn English spellings: the site is best for those who are gramatically sound somehow, yet finds themselves in trubble in spelling part.
http://www.learnenglish.de/grammar/spellingtext.htm

this is a great spot on the cyber domicile to learn spelling tactics, and those too in very easy to understand language and properly listed manner.
http://www.mantex.co.uk/samples/spelling.htm

the following website is one of the best resources that I’ve found over internet for those who are seeking ways to learn English. Believe me, if you devote few of your hours to accentuate on the rules and strategies provided on this site, you’d be able to crutch up your spelling pretty satisfactorily.
http://www.zozanga.com/grammar/spellingtext.htm

now this one, has some nice tips for your spelling related problems.
http://www.englishspellingproblems.co.uk/

this is for everyone who is worried about his or her spellings, or even about their child’s spellings as well.
http://www.spelling.hemscott.net/

find 100 Most Often Misspelled Words in English here:
http://www.yourdictionary.com/library/misspelled.html

a quick guide for those who just need to polish it:
http://www.englishclub.com/writing/spelling.htm

a nice guide for spelling rules, just a little bit of logic needed.
http://www.dyslexia.org/spelling_rules.shtml

this is the very detail reference for learning spelling rules and strategies. Recommended who thinks that they need to work a bit extra on their spellings.
http://www.davidappleyard.com/english/spelling.htm

most common spelling rules, all at one place.
http://esl.about.com/od/writingstyle/a/g_spellrules.htm

one more very nice website for improving English spelling, very nice one.
http://grammar.about.com/od/words/tp/spellrules.htm

well, I bet you’re excited now, and all set to learn how to spell correctly, so what’s to wait, let’s quickly visit the sites one-by-one, and become the emperor of the world of spellings.
By the way, Happy spelling!

i'm angry, seriously

Hey, I’m serious today, How can you be so lackadaisical?
What do you understand by blog, tell me?
Yes, tell me,
Does it mean only to read the 5 posts on the top, and simply ignoring the other posts just for the stupid excuse of lethargy?
Does it mean only to read the title of the post, and then settling on your nutty imaginations about it?
I wonder, how can you be so indolent?
Believe me, it’s one of the most sloppy acts of the world.
It hardly takes few of your minutes to explore the post inside the subterranean vault… oh, previous posts I mean, if you still find it enigma. Whatever though, but I don’t understand, how you make it feasible.
Well, what I combat is, I have lot more then these 5 top of the page posts, but you don’t even think to crunch them.
You can spend hour’s with those howling ladies in “saas bahu seriouls”,
You can waist time with fucking stories of college girls,
You can end up your day by thinking about your latest crush,
Ah, number of other illegal things as well, be grateful I’m not releasing here.
You can do all those things, but can’t bother to read something apart from what is available on the page at the recent.
Well hey, sorry if I’ve clinked rather ruthless, but all that I mean, is that
please, please also read my previous posts which are available in the title called "thoughts in the basement". Look, being heated is one side, but even while poring love as well, what i request is that I’ve binded a number of nice things for you, and they ranges apart from these top 5 posts as well.
Please go and read them, I’m sure you’d discover something, that you’ve never experienced.
Ok, I think you’ve got my point, now quickly rush to the previous post, they are available in heading call
"thoughts in the basement".
brouze them, read them, feel them.

i don't understand, why?

Why are some people eternally in quest for the truth? To discover where we have come from, where we are going... In order to find that point which determined
that we shall be the way we are. It is because these people are troubled? Is it because they were born to uncover the mysteries that plague civilisation?
Or is it because they crave an unending puzzle; something that will keep them occupied with no near hope of getting a solution, so that they can ignore
their own demons and try to crack the rhetorical questions that other people utter on pretentious first dates without a care in the world? Are they the
kind of people who, after solving such a mystery, would take up another practically un-doable task? Or is it because it's abysmally early on a should-have-been-lazy
Saturday morning and lack of food has made them believe that their extreme hunger is caused due to the eternal unanswered questions lurking in the shadows of humankind?

Bet you didn't see that coming.
as I have been consistently saying for the past week or so- Bitch :P
I agree as such, I do it myself. wonder why things are this way...
life, human nature, the works... but imagine a person thinking like this 80% of the
time. I am not condemning such people one bit, just wondering how on earth they do it.


Anyways, I’ve got baffled discovering the answer, please, please suggest if you know,
Why!

latest obsession:

I have a crush on a girl. It's not my first, but it feels funny. It feels ridiculously funny:

The thing about new obsessions is they help in getting over old obsessions. The ones that go stale. That at some point stop being so fun. And exciting.
And exhilarating. The ones that once seem like the most important ever. That remind us why life's all wonderful, and everything so beautiful.

Getting un-obsessed, un-involved is probably one of the things I dread most. I just have no clue when I'll just lose interest. Don't want to have anything
to do with it anymore. Start resenting it for all the pressure it puts on me , because of all the invested time and effort.

It's better to just move on.. find new passions. Get out when things start going stale. And get going with life. I don't know I'm beginning to sound cynical.
I'm not in the greatest of moods I guess. I don't want to do all these things I'm supposed to do. I want to get out of here.

i wish,

This is one of those days, when I wish I still had a secret blog (no I don't want to start one again). I wish I could just type without thinking. think
without censoring.
I wish I could enjoy being alone. happy. free, of tiresome worries, haunting memories. free of compulsive restless wanting to run away. go somewhere. do
something. be someone.
I wish I had courage. to look into myself and see what I truly want. to untangle the mess of confusion carefully weaved around in my mind. to see clearly.
to make decisions. to stick to decisions. to act. no, I'm too afraid.
I wish I could revive the time again, where all of the above were wishes granted.
Anyways, I just wish, and I know, that the wishes are never ending.

independence day poetry

well, here is a nice poem that i found in my inbox.
i'm indian, so the poem also posted in the context of indian independence day which falls on 15th of august.
happy independence day to everyone by the way, if you are reading the same on the right time.


When I looked into the pages of history

My heart drenched with pain and misery

Every battle our hero’s has fought

Every battle we made them to loose

Every time they felt the humiliation

Every time they subject to sedition

Its all because of we ….

we the people of this nation

All the foreign invaders to this land

All the Moghuls, Portuguese and Pathan

All those French , Dutch and English

Who could dare to intrude in grace….

Its all because of us, us and only us…

We forgave them and adopt them most

Only to sacrifice our own interest

Now we are beating the drum called unity

And we are proud of

Chanting the dictum called Unity in Diversity

Bapu preached the gospel of peace

Subhas became the subject of anguish

British could not find the way to resist

They left the land in torment

Tearing its land from its heart

Leaving behind the bleeding people

Who lost every thing in the turmoil….

Hoping for a bright future

India got the sovereign status….

Sixty years has passed from that date

Still we are far behind the achievement

Our best brains has left our country

Wise and learned prefer to live in solitary

Qualified has lost his job to the unqualified

Morbid moments lingering with the talented

People here die out of starvation

But the utensil we use is from foreign

The concept of divide and rule still persists

Sometimes Sikhs sometimes Muslims

Sometimes the lower caste and OBCs

They are made pawns of the political chess

Still we fail to understand this subtle message

wake up ……..

Oh’ come on the people of this land

Wake up to recognize the good and the bad

This religion, land, money and power

All looks lucrative when peace is there

With an empty stomach

What is democracy and what is jihad?

Don’t dance in the tune of others

Isn’t our own music is enough?

Independence day will come and go

To understand the real meaning

We need to wake up and enrage our ego.

the words of freedom

On my Nation’s Independence Day, I wish all my compatriots the best of/for our nation and the best that independence can bring upon us. I know it’ll be
2-3 days back from independence day, but before it bangs and I pamper into commemoration, here’s something for you to know about my outlook.

On the occasion of independence, a very good friend asked me what “Freedom” actually meant to me. And a good devotee to my dictionary, I promptly checked
its definition. “the power or right to act/think/speak freely; the state of being free; not being subjected to or affected by something/anything; a special
privilege or right of access”—that’s what my faithful friend conjured upon me. And although I blame not myself for the healthy habit of dictionary reference,
I felt I brought shame to the “freedom of thought” that I was given, and to the question itself, for it was entitled to a lot of thinking.

In a country like India with it’s intricately laid out constitution and a mostly explicable form of governance, freedom means a lot. A lot has happened
since the time of independence. Are we still as independent as we think we are?

Imagine this, in 1947, we were free, and celebrated independence. Now, we do celebrate it, but not “freely”. There are a thousand guards and a hundred norms
for fear of someone/something that can hinder the Independence Day celebrations. Even the leaders of the country aren’t free anymore – not even free enough
to indulge in wrong doing (albeit they still do exercise their freedom to do so)! Our economy too is not as free as it seems to be. If we were fighting
for freedom the East India Company then, we are becoming submissive to and being “acquired” by international companies, now(modern day colonization I guess).
(FYI, TCS(nor any other Indian co.) is not the largest IT Company in the country). No FDIs, and No Freedom.

Feel bad about the situation in our country? Well, some citizens, the more optimistic ones do think that it is because the country is independent and gives
each one of us freedom, that there are people expressing themselves by form of violence; That there are groups of people fighting to free themselves from
the tyranny of a free country. Wonder what freedom means to them and how would they define it! And as for the others, the ones neutral are still around
and blissfully ignorant about say, the brouhaha about the 123 or the hush-hush about a possible cabinet reshuffle! And the ones who are on the negative
end of the spectrum are mostly talking the language of Obama.

Obviously the salaried person has no freedom in any form, then there are the businesses – questionable again. Finally the government – definitely answerable
in the next elections and a parliament session. But really – the Government is free enough to cry “treasury is all empty” and still manage to hike up the
government employee’s salaries once every couple of years and manage to pay them by dipping into others pockets. Now that’s freedom – you do something,
you are appreciated, your responsibility is done with and you don’t really need to worry about it – ever!
Freedom to me is a well respected state of doing what I want to, not bringing harm onto any living being, and respecting the rights conferred upon me and
the society by the nation, respecting my compatriots’ freedom.

Freedom to me means to be able to question, comprehend and re-define what freedom really means to me.
What’s your way of defining freedom, writing comment is the best sword for the moment. And of course, freedom of thoughts has it’s own special dimentions.

If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

When results were out of my college, cantine has become like a conference room of united nation.
With the glass of soft drinks and plates of samosas, a piquant consideration of toppers and losers were also grilling at the same time.
In fact, the people were more anxious to know the list of toppers, and even more concerned for the list of losers.
Vinay, the hero of the moment was the only person who was having internet working on his laptop, so all the eyes were hubbing on him, and even more hovered then the final matches of India and Pakistan.
All 40 of us of our section except a few who were absent , were waiting for vinay to chip in their role number on his keyboard to have that life’s biggest upshot.
All have viewed their results turn-by-turn, so now their were two groups namely toppers, and losers.
The toppers not only mean those in bottom nineties, but people ranging around seventies were also mixed up there.
While losers were ranging anything from failures to below seventies.
Suddenly, one of my very good friend, say just one step backside from my girlfriend, has taken responsibility of announcing the good and the bad news.
In fact, her loud, but pleasing voice has captured the attention of all in just a moment.
Now begins the actual part, when she has announced a very astonishing news.
Rajeev, who seems to be the most admirer of god, has got fail.
In fact, he used to spend many of his hours in temple, even in the exam days as well.
As a person, I love him very much, and actually he is the most simplest person I’ve ever observed.
Besides all this, my point is, that how could it be possible?
A guy, who have prayed a lot from god to make him successful in exam, could not even crack it, I mean, just awful.
What happened was, that though he was wishing and praying to god,but he forgot, that god help only those who helps themselves.
Ok, many people gets fail, and it’s not the most inimitable thing of the world, but I know that guy, if he would have spend a bit of his time with books rather then in temple, the consequence could be better for sure.
Though I’ve also prayed god, but I’ve studied as well.
So, At the nutshell, I’m not against of praying because By prayer we acknowledge God's power and goodness, our own neediness and dependence. It is therefore an act of the virtue of religion implying the deepest reverence for God and habituating us to look to Him for everything, not merely because the thing asked be good in itself, or advantageous to us, but chiefly because we wish it as a gift of God,
and not otherwise, no matter how good or desirable it may seem to us.
However, all that I want to convey if someone asks me in one phrase, the answer would be,
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.
I mean, only wishes doesn’t works, hardwork still required.

it hurts

well, this post was supposed to be on yesterday, when i was working with those daunting looking algorithms in vc#.
but, like life these days, it has also decided to crunch me.
whatever,
my friend, the one who was always with me in all my stpid ventures through out school, has called me up yesterday morning. she is having a tough
time. trusting and loving a friend, and ....
ok, that's part of life, and i do understand that as well, but anything that goes aggney for her, it gives me a gentle emotional punch to me as well.
it just makes me haggy, but don't ask me why, please, at least not today.

all I can say is that she is going through a very bad phase of her life, but I know it'll be over, because, she is a STRONG person.

you guys, please pray for her,
please?

i've learned that,

tell me, what's the worst curse for men?
...
...
...
still thinking??? it's very easy... the answer is to accompany a woman while shopping.
people who do not agree with me, should try it once and your opinion would definitely change. and the men who agree with me, must have gone through some unfortunate experiences like me..

I knew it... but I had a vague idea. I used to think that this happens only if we accompany mother or some aunts, even some friends or elder sisters also
causes the same thing.
so the naive me agreed when my cousin, who just sat for H.S. exam this year, asked me to take her to do some shopping. we went to the mall...and started
browsing.. to buy 1 shirt and 1 t-shirt for me and she got 5 paiece of garments. and it took sort of 2 hours. but we must have covered atleast 10 kms.
seems unbelievable????ok...
let me give you a quick description of yesterday.

we went in. and started seeing somethings we were least bothered to buy and neither have the money to buy. then we started checking some homemaker's stuff.
finally after 30 to 45 minutes we went to the upstairs to see the garments. ( i just realized it's impossible for me to recollect that shocking experience)

finally we went out with our aching legs and came back

by this,
i've learn that,
women!!. be they 2 years or 12 or 20 or 42 or 70 , they all have the innate capacity do shopping and more browsing than shopping and they specially browse
the things that they had no intention to buy.

i've learn that,
things that they buy, they choose after seeing hundred others and they try that 4 to 5times... and
if you want to escape this , donate the content of your wallet to them and go catch a movie. by this time the movie ends, they may finish..
(I think that's why the multiplexes are situated adjacent to the shopping malls)...and if they haven't yet, pray!!!!!

the sound of lonelyness

I know the sound of two hands clapping and sometimes I try to figure out the sound of one hand clapping (as the Zen koan goes). But recently I’ve discovered
the sound of loneliness.
Don’t ask me where and why, as this seems to be more personal then what I love to divulge, but what’s important is that I did discover that, and believe me it’s repugnant like anything.

What is the sound of loneliness?

It isn’t silence.
Some of us actively seek silence. Some of us like solitude. But that’s aloneness, not loneliness.

Lonely is feeling invisible in a crowd. Or unheard in the melee.
Lonely is when you want to talk to someone…anyone…and all you can hear is telephones ringing and no one to pick them up.
Lonely is when you want to talk to one person only and everyone in the world but that person wants to talk to you.

The sound of a telephone ringing till it gets cut is the loneliest sound in the world. Whichever end you are at.

I have heard the sound so loudly recently, so all that I can tell is that it’s one of the most unpleasant things of the world.

why and how, will tell some other time.
Possibly a next part of this post, though I have never yet tried any sequel of any of my post, however idea seems good one. Isn’t it?
Well, above all that, the good news is, that I’m feeling far better now, as the atrocious sound of loneliness seems not appearing anymore.

e mails, so what?

The dream which I've seen maximum number of times is one about finding my letterbox full with letters and most of these bearing my name. In the last 10
years, I've seen this numerous times.
It doesn't take Freud to interpret this dream. I love getting letters and really love to get them.
I've pen pals over the year- a bond formed by the letters
with those faceless strangers.
with the advent of technology my pen pals were replaced by chat friends; yahoo messenger and GMail taking the place of pen and paper.
But I still love to get letters, though now I hardly get one in a year. on the contrary my inbox is always full of new emails.
E mails: Electronic mails. extremely fast. I don't have to worry anymore about what the fate of the letter would be. Neither I have to wait for 15 days to
have a reply( the prompt one). sometimes the reply comes within a minute. but... as my cousin once wrote, Emails lack personal touch.

let me explain. my cousin and me used to keep in touch through letters. our relationship grew over the years through the letters and then emails and now
blogs.
we still email, call and keep in touch. but emails lack the speciality. unless u count the latest ways by which my cousin irritates me in the mails, there's
nothing to established that it's the mail coming from her. I mean, emails bear just some typed characters... without any uniqueness. any Tom-Dick-Harry
could have typed that. it doesn't have the unique ornate scrolls characterising his letters or the bad handwriting proclaiming to be a letter from me.

the Internet has done so many things. but it took away the personal touch. moreover, now we think..yeah..we'll send this..but ultimately we don't.

the world is getting smaller and smaller
it's now restricted to the satellite and Internet
but you and me are drifting apart
more distant than two stars,
thousands light years apart.

the line of fire

Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his
frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with
the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so manythings to do. He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to
put the time to some good use.
Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized. "
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.
He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place
in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling
pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things
outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a
few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but
restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.
"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work.. Just
because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me
that is no less taxing."
He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.

"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between
any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single
database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security.
Do you understand the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such
things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager,"
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."
It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.
"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the
easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time
and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end always changing his requirements, the user
wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a
wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't
know what it is to be in the line of fire."
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.

"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no
knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of
us were alive."
"You are a..."
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 JK Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land
assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay
injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety. But my
captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and
welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded. His own personal safety came last, always and every
time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets,
which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a
word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far
attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the Tri-colour. Suddenly as if by
impulse, he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his
life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was
awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award.
wat we get to learn is, that always live humblly, great are those who does speak from their qualities, rather then mouth.

nothing can complete you

It is time to remind myself about something I told my friend some months ago.
Sometimes we make ourselves believe that we need more to feel complete or
to feel happy. People, objects, emotions- it could be anything. But that’s not so. The reality of my life or anyone’s is that what ever you need, life
has already given it to you. If you feel something is not there or cannot sense something, probably you have no need for it. Really, there is nothing lacking
in you for someone to come and complete. Just consider this, if you truly don’t have love , then how can you even offer it to others? If you crave love,
does it mean you are empty of love? Do you expect someone to come fill your heart with love, so that you can give that same love in return? No, you love
because you already have that emotion in you. And so when someone doesn’t reciprocate your love with love, let it not lead you to a sense of incompleteness
or despair. Instead know that before wanting someone’s attention, you need to first love yourself and be at peace with yourself. Only when there is love
in your life, a completeness with yourself, can you understand and see love. Else when it comes you won’t even be able to recognize it.

mango people and their love aaj kal

If you’re sick to death of the steadily more misogynistic, if not just plain misanthropic, fare out there masquerading as romcoms, you might want to head
on over to a screening of Imtiaz Ali’s Love Aaj Kal.
The love story of a bridge engineer who can’t get in touch with what he wants and an art-restorer
who can’t figure out how to put her emotional life back in its proper place, it’s for people who don’t appreciate being sneered at while being relieved
of their money.

First off, for those of you prepped to watch Jab We Met Part II: it’s nothing of the kind. Or let’s put it this way – LAK is to JWM what JWM was to Socha
Na Tha. It’s got the two people who’re clearly perfect for each other, who understand each other to the point where you’re glad that they do because it’s
unlikely anybody else (least of all yourself) would even know where to start, and they screw things up in all the ways they possibly could. But their journey
is very much their own.

Which leads me to the second thing you should be aware of: this is not an exuberant movie. It keeps threatening to go the distance, but Jai (Saif Ali Khan)
and Meera (Deepika Padukone) are simply too laidback and grounded (in a stuck into unyielding soil kind of way) for things to fall out that way.

The tone is set at the very beginning of the movie, as the credits roll to a stop, and Jai and Meera meet at their favorite London cafe to discuss their
future or, rather, lack of one. Meera restores frescoes and wants to go to Delhi to do it; Jai is an engineer obsessed with the Golden Gate Bridge in San
Fransisco and is working hard to get there. It’s a truism of our times that long-distance relationships never work, so they decide to leave things when
they’re still good, throw themselves a break-up party, and set out on their separate civilized paths.

They’re not lovers out of legend, as Jai (who has a habit of blathering when nervous) explains to Meera. It’s one thing for Romeo and Juliet or Laila and
Majnu to die pining for love. But this is real life and they’re aam junta – ordinary people – or what he punningly calls The Mango People. And Mango People
don’t die of broken hearts. They go with the flow coz they know life goes on.

So that’s that. But with nearly two hours to go in the movie, what next?

Well, life goes on is what next. They meet other people, they keep in touch, career goals slowly fall in place, Rishi Kapoor intermittently shows up to
test Jai’s Theory of the Mango People… nothing very dramatic. Unless you think emotional two-timing is dramatic.

As Meera experiences her moment of epiphany in the latter half, for the first time ever that I can think of in a Bollywood movie a character recognizes
the utter lack of virtue in a relationship where one party is forever emotionally engaged with someone else. “What am I doing?” she mutters to herself
in disbelief as she finally recognizes the utter mess she and Jai have managed to create in their well-ordered, logical fashion and the deep-reaching impact
it’s going to have on innocent by-standers. In the hands of a more experienced actress, I suspect that scene would have blown me away – but even with Deepika
flatlining in the middle of it, it’s still a remarkable moment because Meera sets up her guillotine in the middle of her freakin’ honeymoon suite without
trying to so much as blur the edges of the blade.

[Digression: how many people do you know who called things off within months of their marriage? I was thinking about it, and I seem to know about five couples
personally who did so and I've heard people mention at least three more. Is that odd or par for my generation? Yet another reason why I should stop attending
weddings: "You don't want me at Pinky's wedding - I jinx the happy couple, Auntie!"]

To say that Deepika puts in her career-best performance is hardly praise of the first order given her debut movie required her to be a beautiful animated
poster girl in a Shahrukh Khan extravaganza and her last two releases were Bachna Ae Haseeno and Chandni Chowk to China through which she pretty much sleepwalked.
And as the scene above illustrated rather painfully, she has a fatal tendency to transform into wood when asked to do two things at once – like act while
delivering dialogue.

But to give credit where it’s due, she nails the moments of quiet retrospection. So it’s a pretty good thing then that Meera is such a reserved figure,
given much more to reaction rather than exuberant action unlike, say, Geet in Jab We Met or even Aditi in Socha Na Tha. In one pivotal scene as the tangled
emotions between Meera and Jai reach their knottiest, she doesn’t utter a single word; the camera stays focused on the back of her head as Jai stutters,
stammers and fumbles his way to a recognition, not quite an understanding, of what lies between them. It is only then, at the very end of the soliloquy,
that we see her face and in that instant, it says a whole lot more than any other scene we see her in.

Instead of growing apart from each other, as the film progresses Jai and Meera grow up apart from each other. One of the funniest sequences in the movie
(well, nobody said my sense of humor was a thing of light and joy) comes as Jai ends up in a deep funk towards the end, rather comically so. If you’ve
ever known an Indian man (sorry guys, but it’s not a secret, is it?) completely stuck on a girl, it’s a hilarious variation on a theme. The only difference
between Jai and the sepia-tinted Veer Singh (Saif as Rishi Kapoor in his salad days) is that Jai’s depression sneaks up on him in his modern day isolation
cube of brown bag lunches and video games, while Veer celebrates his despair with his friends just as much as he celebrates his foolishly romantic love.

And it is as you watch Saif (getting better by the minute) painfully arrive at his hard won moment of epiphany, blindingly obvious as it was to everybody
else, and make his way to Delhi to once more run his Theory of the Mango People past his best girl, that you’re shocked to feel the stirrings of affection
in your heart for these two crazy kids.

Because frankly, while you like Jai and Meera as people, and you like the way they are together, the movie does a good job of showing us an alternate reality
where they really could go on the way they were up till then and things would’ve been fine. And if they were other people, other Mango People, without
that strong sense of individuality that infuses these two, then perhaps their choices would have been different. Perhaps Jai wouldn’t gone into a tailspin
if only he could’ve talked to Meera every so often; perhaps Meera would have stuck to her guns if Jai didn’t like to talk aloud when nervous.

The difference between the lovers aaj and the lovers kal, Love Aaj Kal seems to say, is that lovers back in the day weren’t held back by the fact that they
were Mango People. When Veer falls for his Harleen (a very pretty girl who can’t lip-synch worth a damn and is either called Gisele or Shweta or Simran
– nobody knows!), his first thought isn’t that he isn’t equipped to be a lover when all he has is a bicycle and a bunch of louche friends, neither of which
she appreciates; love has exempted him from Mango-status. Even though the lovers these days have more choices and more options, the movie says, they seem
to be a little too taken by their Mango-status to ask for the things they need while busily running after the things they want.

The smartest, and perhaps even bravest, person Jai meets on his journey might well be Jo the Swiss Blonde (what’s with
Saif and Swiss blondes
anyway?) who may not be able to speak English very well but is clever enough to directly address the big gaping hole in their relationship and ask him for
what she needs – and then sweetly tells him to take a shovel to the bullshit he offers her instead.

Didn’t I say it was a good thing Meera and Jai have each other? Maybe that’s what made for each other really is – when you meet the one person in the world
who is willing to wait for you to realize that you’re standing in a field of manure… by your side.

my take on cars and bikes advertisements

Have you seen the Honda Jazz ad? The man puts a cactus in his car so he can gift his girlfriend the flower growing on it, and then they leave the plant
by the roadside. What are they trying to say? Let's spoil the environment for fun? Let's go burn more oil?

Oh, but maybe I'm being too serious here, and there's a joke I didn't get.*

On the subject of ads, I hate most car and bike ads. They are full of machoist posturing and usually imply that the right bike will help you 'get the girls'.
But there have been two two-wheeler ads lately that I love.

The first one is of Hero Honda Passion Pro. It builds a story around one benefit: the bike starts easily. They do talk about 'style' in the voiceover, though. Lovely
jingle, too.

The other one is for TVS Scooty Streak.
Aimed at women, it's funny and empowering. It's a nice dig at all the other bike commercials that have women wanting to ride pillion to demonstrate the
attractiveness of the bike.

I'm glad Hero Honda came up with a good ad for once. TVS Scooty, though, has been using Sania Mirza very well, I think!

*The tagline is "Why so serious?"

thoughts, thoughts, thoughts

Lately, I have been thinking about thinking. Or in fancyspeak, metacognition.

Throughout the day, millions of thoughts race across our heads at breakneck speed, sometimes not even pausing enough for us to register them. There are the happy thoughts, and there are the not-so-happy thoughts. The older we grow, the percentage of the latter grows with us. There are a million things to think about, and not surprisingly a large portion of it is again, about thinking.

How much we think! Ugh.

What people in the past thought about us and what we thought of them. What they thought we thought about them and what we thought they about us. What we made people think. What people made us think. What people are thinking about us and what we're thinking about people. What people think we're thinking about them and what we think people are thinking about us. What people will think of us and what we will think of people. What people will think we will think about them and what we will think people will think about us. You get the drift. I could go on, but there are only three tenses. Of course, there's the fourth kind of 'tense' which is what listing all of this has made me. There's just so much unnecessary thinking. And no matter how many times we tell ourselves and the people we care about that it's not worth it, sometimes we just can't help thinking. 'To hell with it!' is an excellent strategy, but it does have its moments of failure.

Most of the time, it's easier when people just express the thoughts in the form of speech. Out with it. Over and done. But they don't. They don't and we don't and all of us just choose to clam our mouths and trap the thoughts in the head. For the better. To keep things cordial. Us confusing them, them confusing us. We don't talk, we think. Because talking would be worse. But sometimes, thinking is worse. To keep on thinking is even worse. Not only does it drive us nuts, all this thinking... is almost exhausting. But it remains, an essential part of human life, to think about things that are not worth thinking about, even though no one really likes to nurse an occasional migraine or two.

So, in order not to think, we do
things. We do things in the hope that we can think about the things we're doing, and not think about the things we shouldn't think about. However, this only works if we're actually thinking about what we're doing, and not cheating our way through this solution. And then of course, there's the random wellwisher. One who comes along to invalidate whatever we're feeling with advice as moronic as, "Hmmm... Try
not
to think about it." Actually, that does give us something else to think about -- how to decapitate said wellwisher using nothing but dental floss.

Sigh. Thoughts. Complex words that do not have a speech bubble wrapped around them. Words expressed in a language no one can understand fully. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em.

However, the best way to get rid of any thought is to blog about it. It's a tried and tested method, at least by me!
For some reason, it helps. Stops right there. We can carry on with life. And that's what I am trying to do. It's not like I have a particular thought in my head right now that's driving me crazy. It's the thinking about thinking that's driving me crazy. And I do hope that after hitting 'Publish post', I can stop thinking. About thinking.
Confused? Great!
Even I did not understand this time, what I have wrote.
however, Still an advice to you, that go above and read this post once again.
And, most importantly, if you can understand even a bit, let me know the same via your comments so that this imprudent can grasp a tad.

indian railways the great!

If anything connects India more than cricket and BSNL, I think that's the Indian Railway. you would be able to find people from every province of India
in a single buggy. and the gradual change in the language and the product of the hawkers from the start to the end of the journey always amazes me.

since childhood i'm fond of traveling by train, but these days the long journeys make me impatient. so I don't think i'll be loyal for a long time. and
the condition of the toilet is the main factor for that.

my last journey was more than 1500 kilometers and it took more than 24 hours( including the delay). while boarding the train from station, I was
shocked to see the coupe full of sardars with baggages as big as their bellies. but thankfully, they shifted somewhere else. I had a some bengali people
with their family as my co passengers. there was a little girl who was a chatter box and didn't stop talking for a split second. i was amazed seeing how
the two families got so close to each other in so little time, but when they got down together, i realized that they were traveling together because they
are relatives.
for me train journey means reading a book, penning down a few lines in my notebook, listening to some old wafty sort of songs, thinking a lot, and sleeping until my back starts aching. well, there
are a few more things, but i don't want my blog to be the confession of all the illegal things that i do.

while coming back i also had a bengali family. but there were some non-bengali people , too. i was shocked by the couple's eating ability.i was convinced
that they were two magicians in disguise. because the amount of food they had in train and considering all that came from the little bag, i was impressed
by their magic. and while sleeping they also took out some blankets from their little bags. I was convinced that if they wanted, they could have put in
the whole aashram express inside that bag.
after eating the lady was reading a hindi magazine. i was a bit concerned about her husband, but i saw that with
his amazing magic he's made the same cooking magazine to become something with mallika sherawat's pic with a title called, "haan. mein sexy hoon"

but the train journey is incomplete without the hawkers, the beggers, the enuchs and the food you buy from the station.
for the 1st three I'm not going to say anything, but as par as the last one is concerned, don't ever try kachori from abu. you'd consider
turning a vegan.

while coming back for a momentI felt like, to somewhereI'm also like a train. for some time some people can't imagine their life without me and they enjoy
being with me from the bottom of their heart. but after a little while, they move apart and don't even feel like saying good bye. and I got busy with some
new people.

well, that's how life is.
you and me will spend our life like the parallel track of the rail, always beside each other. people will think that we'd merge at the horizon. but that's
just an illusion. we'll always be at the same distance we were at the start of our journey.

Do you keep expectation? Hey man, give me a break

the dictionary meaning of Expectation is “Belief about (or mental picture of) the future” or “Anticipating with confidence of fulfillment”.
We all create expectations for ourselves. It is a basic human trait to project our desires and thoughts onto those we are closest to.
We tend to expect significant people in our lives to behave in a manner envisioned in
our mind.
It is a human tendency to create a mental picture of what will happen given the present scenario and the actions being carried out now.
Very rarely does it happen though that what you expected actually happens. More often than not, expectations don’t come true and this leads to a multitude of problems.
If In the words of Benjamin Disraeli, What we anticipate seldom occurs, what we least expected generally happens.
Well yes, a valid question may be, that who you are to talk about expectation, and specially keeping yourself above from those human propensities?
Actually, I’m not keeping my self to the sideways, but man, I have right to talk about this, as apart from software development, I have somewhat knowledge of psychology as well.
Getting it? Great, perhaps this will egg on you to listen me more carefully, and to believe certain things too.

Expectations in relationships can be harmful when unspoken ideals are
projected onto the other person. Unspoken assumptions and unrealistic expectations
commonly sabotage relationships.
How many times have your feelings been hurt because you mistakenly assumed
someone else knew what you thought or expected?
Do you ever become annoyed or angry with someone who acted differently than you
expected?
Have you found yourself saying:
“If you really loved me, you would…”
“Why didn’t you…”
“You should…”
It doesn’t matter what kind of relationship you are in. Each person’s expectations plays
a large part in determining the health of the relationship.
When someone harbors unclear or unspoken expectations, then they are likely going to
surface at some point.
“Happiness is living without expectations. “
---Peter Cajander

Having expectations is bad and something that should be avoided for 2 reasons.
Firstly, if you had expectations which didn’t come true, it will cause you
a great amount of distress and lead to sorrow, possibly even fractured relationships. Secondly, if you expected something and it actually came true, it
won’t give you much happiness; you will just feel that this was always supposed to happen.
So, what’s the big deal. On the other hand, had you not expected
it, you would be overjoyed when it happens. These 2 reasons are precisely why I avoid (although many a times unsuccessfully) having expectations and would
suggest you do the same.

Assuming one just can’t help keeping expectations, there is one thing that becomes a must. One should always think from the other person’s point of view
as to why something that you expected didn’t happen. For example, your group is going for a movie and you expect them to call you but they don’t. Now the
typical reaction would be to feel bad and get pissed at your friends. However, one must think from their point of view and ask oneself why they didn’t
ask you to join them. It might just be that you have been refusing them last 10 times or so they called and so they assumed you’ll do the same this time
as well. Or maybe someone told them you are very busy with your work and might not make it or simply, there might have been a miscommunication regarding
who was to inform you about the outing and eventually no one ended up doing it. There are numerous possibilities for this and frankly speaking, the best
way to avoid breaking your head over these is to not have expectations in the first place. But in case you do, just make sure you give the other person
a fair chance before starting to judge him/her.
In fact, this is a fiddly job somewhat, but I don’t feel it’s impractical.
Is it?

truth or dare?

Truth or dare!
Just the lure of lucre seems to be enough inducement for Indians to let their deepest, darkest secrets come tumbling out, never mind if,
in the process, they risk marring relations with friends and family forever.

We, as a rule, are supposed to be very conscious of boundaries and keep dirty linen in the bottom-most drawer of our closets. Which is why one never learns
of the bed-hopping antics of our netas. That said, all that seems to be in the past. Your average aunty, 'happily married with kids' and house-proud to
boot, is on TV admitting to stuff that'll forever shatter the pati-parmeshwar image to bits.

Or, take the avuncular figure in his 60s who admits to paying for sex and says he'll readily jump into bed with a woman young enough to be his daughter.

This is more than just a paradigm shift... it's a frigging bunker buster! And it's on prime-time TV, five days a week... "Sach Ka Samna", how's that for a
name? Family entertainment that'll shatter, once and for all, our habit of taking things at face value. Nothing is what it seems -- as Al Pacino keeps
dinning into Colin Farrell's head in 'The Recruit' -- is the credo we'll have to go by from now on.

Coming back to the aunty... she was the guest on the very first episode of our desi take on 'Moment of Truth'. Introduced as Smita Mathai, a research associate,
she looked so propah, so middle class... saree, bindi, hair neatly done in a ponytail. Her hubby, mom, sister and brother-in-law had come to watch...but,
man, were they in for a surprise.

After a few looseners, host Rajiv Khandelwal (of Aamir fame) asked her if she loved her mom-in-law more than her mom... YES, came the reply. Mommie dearest
looked shattered. Then came a biggie...did she ever wish her hubby dead? YES again. Hubby's turn to look crestfallen. But wait... there's more. Did she
ever think of sleeping with another man? YES came the pat reply. Hubby looked like he'd explode. A trick follow-up: would she sleep with another man if
she was sure her hubby wouldn't find out? She took her time... and then said NO. Bang flashed the screen: FALSE. She'd lied and the polygraph that she'd
undergone prior to the show had caught her out. Bet her life won't be the same again... and she hadn't won any cash to go solo -- liars walk away with
zilch.

As for uncleji, an actor by the name of Yusuf Hussain. He's been married thrice and is currently with a girlfriend. In the audience -- daughter, GF, one
of his ex-wives and his brother. I'll just stick to the juicy stuff. Have you found your ideal woman? NO came the reply from the marrying man who's been
hitched to girlfriend Jezebel for six years. You should've seen the look on GF's face. Have you ever paid for sex? YES. Have you slept with a woman young
enough to be your daughter? YES. Daughter's shattered. Did you try hard enough to make your marriages work? NO... there goes the stereotype of the macho
male who can do no wrong. In comparison, a tame one got him -- Do you think you've been a good dad? He thought long and hard and said YES...big screen
flashed false. Off he went with not a penny...and he was close to taking home 25 lakh.

Missed the Vinod Kambli episode... hope to catch a repeat though. It seems he's blamed best bud Sachin for not doing enough on his downward spiral. That's
probably curtains for that friendship but Kambli does need the cash... he'll always get a few pals once he's got the dosh to blow.

So, these were just a few examples, and lot more are there like this. Ok, we have accepted reality shows as great entertaining substance, but i never had idea, that it’ll become that deep personal.
Now, Methinks the 'khandaan ki izzat' and 'parampara' bullshit is over for good and we're quite happy letting it all hang out...showing our warts, bunions and
all.
People at starplus argues, that they have never forced anyone to come on the show, and even the person already know about the questions which are going to be ask. So what? Aren’t you offering a carod rupees to the person who dares to speak truth?
Actually that itself is a great component that forces the people to partake in show.
Seriously guys, you have no right to be that severely personal, and specifically to bombard someone’s life.
Whatever I might be plugging about the value of truth, but this time I don’t support it.
Ok you can hail me as double standard if you like, but sorry, i’m pretty clear in my views.
As an outset, they have now got an official notice from government as well, let’s hope if they can do something instead of behaving in anesthetized manner.
What you think by the way?
Why don’t you tell whole world by your comments below to this post?
So, Whole world including me will be waiting for your expression on this susceptible issue.