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As for the record the last post on this blog was written on 4th of July,2012 and today it is 14th of October 2012. So for three months I've remained away from active blogging and I am highly skeptic that this will happen for some more coming months. Meanwhile I tried to write a lot of posts and ended up making fourteen drafts,all incomplete. Complacency I say is the biggest enemy of pseudo-creative people  Meanwhile,I'm back with a story,at least with an attempt to write one and hope this one doesn't end up being the fifteenth article in the draft's folder.

The best part about evening is that is is preceded by an afternoon nap,especially for those for whom it is an inevitable part of life. He's one of them,who prefers tea to succeed the afternoon nap. So he got up,plugged in earphones and left for the tea shop. He reached the tea shop and ordered a cutting chai  Parle G,while planning to do something which he was thinking for the last two days. Once done with the evening addiction,he reached the nearest Pan ka galla for a Gold Flake. His heart beats increased as he saw 4:35 pm on his mobile phone's screen saver. A week back,they fought,mutually committing that they won't talk to each other any more in their lifetime. But then these commitments fail to last more than the anashans. He called her last night and she,as expected,didn't pick up the phone. He was angry,a hell lot,but he managed to subdue it as the desperation of not talking to her overrode all other feelings.

He completed smoking and effectively managing to shorten his life by an awful five minutes when he saw her,draped in salwar kameez,carrying an aura of simplicity. She made him skip a thousand beats,a combined effect of euphoria and adrenaline. He instantly forgot all that he thought he would tell her,and begun following her. She too noticed him but she continued to walk,ignoring her. He touched her hand,trying to hold it,but she repulsed. "What brings you back?" she said as her facial expressions changed from that of anger to crying. "Baby,you look prettier when you are red faced" He said as he smiled. The frustrated look on her face vanished but she was not done yet. "These old tricks won't work on me,I'm tired of all your pick-up lines." She said,almost controlling her laughter. "So how can I convince you that I am dying to talk to you?" he said,venting out all his frustration. "And what would you tell me if I talk?" she said,being a bit less offensive this time. "Baby,I.. I" he stammered. "What?"  she said,as a smile appeared on her face. "Baby,I.. I feeling hungry,can we eat something?" he said,as both started laughing. "Idiot!" She said and slapped her. Her touch got him goosebumps,as he held her hand and both walked towards the nearest pastry shop. He felt a sudden ease as he felt alive after seven long days...

On the gas burner

Perhaps this was one of those rare situations in the semester when an average lover like me didn't take the opportunity of the whopping night calling scheme that the telephone operators provided. This was also one of those rare situations when she didn't complain. She understood the pressure on me,perhaps she didn't wanted to commit to a guy who scores poor pointers in the semesters. So for the first time in history of the semester,I went to sleep at 10 pm on Monday night.

Monday evening saw some different movements in the room,the books were sorted out,notes were compiled and all other study materials that we could gather were gathered. Saket and I took the pain of making our lazy asses to work,sensing the seriousness we needed to put forward. Adil (the third ally to us in this war) was called upon to chalk out a plan on how things were to be tackled.

The series of next few morning witnessed an emptiness in the bathroom,and the mother nature smiled silently for the water resources we committed to conserve. The only resource we looked forward to were the books,those books which still smelled fresh,the smell reminded us of the semester beginning when we approached the book store to buy the books.

Adil arrived next morning with two bags-one full of clothes and books and other full of snacks. We couldn't fight with empty stomachs,he knew. The syllabus list was referred and carefully some portions were omitted from the study list. We weren't aiming for ten pointers so we could heartlessly perform these omissions. The room now lacked something that the other days of semester witnessed. There was no chess played,no cards played and no gossips made. Our asses were put on gas burner and we had to word hard to save them.

The morning sessions lasted from 6 am to 1 pm,then lunch,then the afternoon session from 2 pm to 8 pm,then dinner and then the night session from 10pm to 4am. The holy activity of sleeping was performed between 4am to 6 am. We three would combine two beds and the three of us would begin studying with reading the chapter twice,silently. Then scribbling down the derivations twice or thrice and then attacking the questions asked in previous years. We tick marked every question that could be asked.

By Sunday, we were done with all the subjects,however a serious mistake happened: We forgot to look ahead to mathematics and we had just two days in hand to cover the subject. We kept calm and attacked the subject with the best plan possible. The professor had bombarded a series of questions throughout the year, the initial ones easy and the later ones tough. Solving them increased our mathematical ability and we had done mathematics quite averagely throughout the semester.

We revised all the questions that he had made us to solve. We scribbled down the solution in the shortest manner possible. It took the entire Sunday to revise his questions. On Monday,we worked hard and revised all the questions asked in previous years. We had a sound sleep on Monday night from 11 pm to 5 am. We revised till 7 am and then relaxed our mind by listening to some peaceful music. With relaxed mind,we approached the exam and it went off well.

Over the series of next 10 days,we took the other 5 exams and we fared off well. Least concerned with result,we spent the vacation in a relaxed way,with a lot of fun and football. Adil scored 8.7 points while Amit and I scored 8.3 and 8.43 respectively. The topper,Tanya (also nicknamed bulldozer by the classmates) scored 9.1. Parents were happy and those dedicated night outs saved us from the apocalypse.  

Mummy's Khichdi

I always loved my mummy from the bottom of my heart. It's always a different feeling to call her Maa . But I never cared to show my love. Perhaps I never found it important to show my love towards her. After all,she is always there for me regardless of my attitude towards her. It's perhaps her duty to take care of me.Perhaps she's doing nothing special for me,every mother does this for their children. There are possibly endless reasons like that and no special reason to understand her worth.

I remember the school days when mummy would remain too busy handling the household affairs and on some days she could manage to make just Khichdi for me. Every time she used to make that,It used to be my utter pleasure to to make faces while eating it,since I liked to eat spicy food. It is the duty of every mother to please their children. It is the right of every children to criticize her when she fails to do so.


But times changed. I am living a bachelor's life now,and thank god there are two awesome restaurants at the walking distance from my home. Life is good with all the spicy Biryaani and paneer dishes I can eat now. I have the access to the best food now so there isn't any problem. But perhaps you can eat these food for weeks and months but one day you are bound to reach the saturation point. I was a fine October evening,and by then I was bored of all the food that I had access to. I didn't wanted to eat Biryaani,neither did I wanted to eat Dhosa or Tandoori Chicken. I wanted that old Khichdi that my mummy used to make. But that day,I didn't have my mummy with me! There was no one whom I could order to make that uninteresting Khichdi for me,neither could I criticize anyone for not making food while I was hungry. Life taught me the worth of my mummy in a hard way.

The best of mouth watering dishes available in any restaurant are no match for the food mummy  makes

My eyes were moist. Situations showed me the mirror and I saw how ugly I was from inside! Two days later it was Saturday. I decided to catch the earliest morning train to home and I did. I was back home and the first thing I did was that I hugged mummy tight and say thank you.  My mummy was perplexed on why I said so,but I didn't speak anything more... my voice chocked and I just smiled. Later my mummy asked "Babu toke to jhaal khete bhalo lage na? Aajge kopi diye dalla banayi?" (You like eating spicy food no? Should I prepare cauliflower's dalla for you?) I said "Na ma.. Khichuri kavar mon koreche.. banabe?" (No mummy,I would like to have Khichdi..  will you make it?) 

Going topic less

I wouldn't have been writing this blog post if I hadn't been inspired by Salman Khan's movie Wanted. It's definitely very strange to establish a relationship between a blog post and an action movie,after all the extreme thing to expect is a movie review but perhaps there are too many film critics in this industry and definitely an ambitious person like me dreams to be different from the crowd (Only dreams,some dreams never change into reality).

Let me now reveal the relationship between the two,without further digressing (okay.. I can't digress much as well,today I am topic less). The thing is Salman's dialogue "Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di to mai apne aap ki bhi nahi sunta"  (For the English friends the translation is: Once I commit something,I don't listen to anyone,not even to myself) influenced me a bit . If you had expected some humor to be revealed,then I must say,it was my sheer pleasure to let your hopes down,perhaps this is going to happen a lot more as you you read further down. Okay,the commitment is that before some weeks,I had decided to complete 26 blog posts this year before June ends. For those who have never stressed their minds much while solving mathematical problem,the engineer inside me (yes there are chances that I would get the degree after three years from now) would like to to inform that we are about to cross half of the year,both month-wise and week-wise,a year that would have 10 days less than usual,if we consider what the Maya calender predicts. 


Anyways,without digressing much for the second time,I'd come back to the point (at least to the failed attempt of making one) I wanted this journey to look a bit smooth,with one blog post posted every week in the calender year 2012,amid a busy schedule (which included a lot of sleeping) but perhaps it's easier to commit than to fulfill it (I hope the ones in relationship would agree to me) Anyways,I am a warrior and I fight until the last moment and hence this attitude inspired me to write a post without a topic. There are situations when things change from bad to worse,still one needs to make a fair attempt to fulfill the commitments they made,and writing this particular blog post,I want to set an example as how disciplined one must be to give priorities to their commitments.


I won't deny the fact that I am bragging about my abilities to fulfill commitments (at least there's no harm in saying so) partially because I have become desperate enough staying singe (yes I may sound way too melodramatic to say these things at a tender age of 19,but that is true :( ) and this would be the best way possible to let the single girls know that I am a sincere guy who knows how to be responsible enough. Although numerically, this particular blog has been been viewed more times by me than a combination of everyone else who accidentally clicked the link,I personally hope some single girls would be reading this post and would approach me after this,this hope remains intact as Google fails to give gender based analysis and there always remains a possibility that at least any girl would come across this post.


Okay,enough of telling the world how much pathetic I am.. I have something better to tell you. The title would have been more interesting if I would have performed some simple subtraction and would have used "Going top-less" . At least it would have attracted more men to the post. They would have faced disappointment later but that doesn't matter as they would face disappointment in any case. Top-less reminds me of the phrase that my friends used to use in childhood "Iska to top-floor khaali hain" (Yes they used to consider me dumb right from childhood,I don't know how I made it to engineering) . It's no doubt that you must be thinking the same about me till now after reading  this much of the post.


On a serious note,it's quite difficult to post an article without a topic. It is much easier to post tweets when you are blank. In fact all my tweets serve as a living example (If you consider tweets as living thing,otherwise non-living) of how things can be posted without dealing in even an iota of significance. Unfortunately I can't write a blog post to wish everyone good morning. Neither can I write a blog post to comment a single 'LOL'. Yes things are so easy to deal in 140 characters :) 


Although I have brought some contrast between my blog posts and tweets,there is a similarity between them: Both suck and no one pays attention to any of them! (Neither do I) :(. This guilt of not getting any attention,neither on twitter nor on blogger bites me hard. Perhaps sometimes I feel like changing my online name to Natasha Mehra or Ayesha Malhotra and start being obnoxious. This will definitely get me attention but I will get nothing else out of it!

It's better to suck at being original rather than being fake and awesome

It took me more than half an hour to think and type so much. Yes thirty minutes of my life has been wasted in writing another post that won't receive any attention. If my room partners come across this particular post of mine,they would be highly pleased over their decision to devote their precious time to sleep rather than pretending to be a blogger. Dear reader (I know no one is reading this but still it's good to pretend and escape the reality) thank you for the attention that you have paid to read this entire piece of crap. This piece of crap was brought to you by my parents (now that I have acknowledged them as sponsors they can't blame that the money they paid on my internet bill went in vain). I hereby end the 22nd blog post for the year.

  

Missing undo button: The story of my first love

Undo button: How desperately we need it,but in reality,life doesn't provides us one.

Human beings are prone to make mistakes. We make mistakes,more mistakes,silly mistakes in exams,serious mistakes in life and some embarrassing ones too. The saga of screwing up goes on.

A flashback to childhood reminds me of  those times when I was first learning to ride a bicycle. I fell down probably a hundred of times,getting a lot of scratches on my knees and elbows before "finally" learning the thing. I was yet to learn operating the computer at that time and the innocent me was not aware of these commands:  The undos and the redos. Therefore,I couldn't have thought of these vague ideas at that time,but remembering those times,I always feel funny how pleasurable the process of learning to ride a bicycle would have been if we were powered with these virtual commands.

Mistakes such as falling down from a bicycle aren't big ones. We can afford making such mistakes and they do no harm whatsoever. However,as we grow up in life,mistakes turn out to take a new definition,a new face,which end up causing embarrassments at time. Perhaps there are lot of such mistakes each one of us has committed,so have I. But in life,some of the embarrassing mistakes turn out to be sweet in the due course of time.


It was early days of September and I was new to Facebook. I was new to chatting and I instantly fell in love with it! On one such day,a sly classmate of mine had provided me a link telling me to check it out. As a newcomer to social networks and possibly unaware of the pranks that could be played out,I followed her instructions like a lost puppy. The link directed me to a "compatibility match test". One had to fill out their name and the name of their crush and it would analyze on how compatible the couple turns out to be. 


This girl,my crush,was a classmate of mine,pretty descent and pretty as well. I had a crush on her since 9th standard and I always adored her presence in the class. Although she was unaware of this,she used to make my day. I always felt lonely when she was absent in class. I was deeply lost in her love but never had enough guts to contact her. 


Okay,coming back to the point,I saw at the page. "Cool! Why not give it a try?" I said to myself and filled up the details and whack! I pressed the enter button. The next moment,I was redirected to a message "Sorry! You have been fooled,the name of your crush has been messaged to so-and-so@some-xyz-mail.com (The girl's email ID who had sent me the link)". 


I desperately tried to press the undo button,forgetting that life doesn't happens to be on Microsoft Word,you can't press the undo button. "Shit! You have been trapped".


For the next two days,I faced all sorts of embarrassment,with my classmates not leaving any chance to pull my legs. Although that didn't concern me much,the real concern lied in how embarrassing these things would have been for her (my crush). Out of guilt,I never looked at her,trying to avoid eye-contacts whenever we were about to face each other.

How desperately I wanted an undo button from god at that time but god flatly rejected my plea. 

Perhaps god had better plans in mind. 


Two months later,it was the fun fair. Each of the class in our school is allotted two stalls. The responsibilities are then divided among the classmates. Coincidentally,I was given the responsibility to manage the Chole Bhature stall's affairs with her. I smiled at her and she smiled back. After the duty got over,I gathered all my courage and spoke up "Hey,are you hungry?". Amid confusion,she remained silent before finally telling yes.
"Cool! Lets taste how bad the Chole Bhature is" I said.  "Umm.. okay" She smiled. 


We took two plates full of the mouth watering Punjabi Dish before settling down.


Me:  Hey I'm seriously sorry for all the mess I made 


She: What mess?


Me: The one at classroom...


She: It's fine re! I was actually shocked to know that you..


Me: You?


She (smilingly): sort of like me.. I seriously never expected that from you.. 


Me: actually I wasn't sure on how to approach so I decided to keep it to myself.


She: idiot you are! You would let someone go away from your life rather than approaching her..


I remained silent,being totally blank on how to reply. But she wasn't done yet..


She: And so silly.. you can't even dare to ask your crush's phone number.. phattu (timid) you are.


Adrenaline rushed throughout my body and my heart pumped as wildly as possible. All I wondered was at what rate my heart could pump blood before my veins collapsed. She took the responsibility of interrupting my baseless thinking. "What? You don't even have a phone or what?" We exchanged our numbers and we stayed together throughout the proceedings that evening. We wished good night at the parking and left for out respective homes.


For the next four months,we endlessly texted each other during our free time. We'd be busy during the lectures exchanging glances and endlessly staring each other. During the lunch time,we would be busy sharing each others' lunch. My classmates were shocked and they tried to make fun of me,but perhaps I was too lost in her to pay attention to their comments.


Finally the farewell day came. A series of songs were performed right from "Purani jeans" to "pal" leading to a mixed feeling of joy (remembering the entire journey) and sadness (Feeling that the journey had finally come to an end). Everyone had tears in their eyes and the girls melodramatically hugged each other to express their grief. Finally it was click click time. She was dressed in a beautiful black saree that day. She handed over the camera to one of the juniors and hugged me tight for the photograph. After the photograph,she brought her lips close to my ears and whispered something that I had never expected "Idiot! Do you already know or do I need to tell you that I have fallen for you?"


I was completely cold,unable to believe what she just said. Controlling the sudden burst of euphoria,I whispered to her ears "Oh shit! Now I need to suffer you for the entire lifetime,poor me". She softly slapped me one. No one around us was aware of what just happened,I quickly remembered god and I could feel like he's smiling and telling to me "So you still need an undo button?"


Getting screwed up is an usual thing in life. Everyone chalks out a plan for their life,but at different times,life ceases to be the dream we dream it to be. But in the end,things turn out to be magical,being a part of the story that perhaps even the most excellent writers can't write,after all it has been written by the best story-writer in the world: The almighty.

Samosa and tea...

It's almost 5;15 pm and the sky is changing it's color from a combination of blue and white to reddish orange. After a hectic college schedule of 10-5 I'm totally exhausted. I barely caught an auto-rickshaw from the college and I get that irritating call! Yeah,that's my room partner (Ankit,whose college timing is 8-3) just woken up after the afternoon sleep.

Me: hello?

RP: Kamine,where are you?

Me: Just left for the room

RP: idiot! Want to top or what? Attending all the lectures..

Me: So will you come and meet the Head of Department the next time my name gets featured in the low-attendance list

RP: Attending lectures for studying or just to fill up the attendance sheet?

Me: You're too dumb to understand that! Or may be you must sleep for some more time

RP: No! Enough sleeping,I want to drink tea,get some tea when you return


Me: I've been paying for the naashta (snacks) for the last two days. I don't have any money


RP (in a friendlier tone): Arey! We will share it! I'll pay for the dinner tonight.


Me (still looking for a better bargain): Leave it! I'll pay for my own dinner. I don't have money to fill up others' tummy!


RP: Don't cry now! I'll get the movie tickets tonight okay? Don-2 is a hit! 


The offer is tempting enough for me! The unofficial peace treaty has been signed between us.


Me: Okay! But I'll get the tea only,nothing else okay?




*second room partner (Gaurav) screams from behind*


RP2: I want to eat samosas. 


Me (to RP1) : You'll pay for it?


RP1: I don't know! Our deal has been finalized okay?


Me: no samosas okay?


I reach the locality till then. Both the room partners fight ignoring that I'm still on the phone. I decide to cut the phone and get the tea! 


The chaiwala (tea vendor) makes the best cutting-tea in the world! I decide to get six glasses of tea. he packs them up in plastic packets. My eyes naturally get attracted to the samosas freshly prepared. "Both the idiots will be hungry!" I feel (yes the softer side always cares for them) . I get 9 samosas packed for them, meanwhile calculating how much money they owe to me!


After 5 minutes of walk,I reach the room. Gaurav opens the door,hungry and frustrated by then. Ankit rather remaining silent, thanks to the deal we already made!


RP2: Some people are too selfish! They're able to pay for the Manchurian balls at the canteen when they are with classmates. Useless people! Can't do anything for the room partners.


*RP1 decides to ignore the conversation and instead pretends to text his girl friend*  


Me: Some people can taunt but can't appreciate their room partners. I brought the tea.


RP2 (frustrated): I'm hungry but who cares,bring the tea! 


I place both the samosa's packet and tea on the table,room partner's frustrated look vanishes after he gets the smell of hot samosas.

RP1: Wow! You brought samosas?

*Ankit leaves the phone in the bed and rushes towards the table. Gaurav blocks him*

RP2: Girlfriend went to sleep or what? Go and cuddle her.

RP1: Jaa na.. we hae equal share,3 each!

We three settle to eat,and the cold war silently comes to an end.

Friends are recognized by the love between them and the selfless help they offer.....but without any doubt, it is these silly fights that bring us closer than ever!