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Time: 1:20 am Place: In my bed wrapped in my quilt Mood: Little sad My plan for a movie with a friend of mine is cancelled. I am feeling bad. Is it the first time that this has happened? The answer is NO...but still feeling bad...why? And yes, it’s not about the movie. To find out the reason about the “heartbroken feeling”, I have changed my plan and instead of cribbing on it I have decided to hit the road and go to some place where I hope to find some solace and of course my answer. Time: 4:15 am Place: Sitting on the edge of my bed...trying to find where I kept my slippers :-P Mood: Thoughtful...but still sad Still thinking where to go...hmmmm...No no no...Please no more “Battery low”. Got to charge my phone and yes I have decided about my destination. Time: 6:43 am Place: Unknown...GPS working but I am not willing to tell Mood: Fresh but thoughtful...feeling sad that fuel tank is nearly empty :-P Oops...forgot to think about “why I am here?” So, Why we...

Chapter 3<-Link A Story of a friend..by a Friend... “Mridul where are you yaar! We are in canteen come fast” It was Prateek on the line. “Oh! Prateek… I am stuck in some work will take some time” stammered Mridul and cut the phone. He was busy flirting with Kanishka near the stair case. She was the girl he dreamt off ever since they met on the first day of college. A perfectly shaped body with ample amount of fat on the perfect places, she can ooze out air from anybody’s lung and can make one skip multiple heart beats at one go. The body fragrance was one better than rose and her dressing style could make even the hotshots envy of her.   “Hey Hi…hmmm Kanishka…right?” said Mridul deliberately. “Ya you are absolutely right Mr.CR” teased Kanishka. “I am really sorry…actually I have a short hand when it comes to girls, and when the girl is so beautiful I just…” He was interrupted by Kanishka. “Ya ya I know, I have listened this line multiple times d...

A Story of a Friend By a Friend.... “Bhai ! You scored 80 percent” Prateek came roaring and waving a piece of paper held high. Usually high on spirit Mridul just, finished his last bite of chapatti and put his lunch box in his bag. Prateek pulled his hand out from the bag and shoved that piece of paper in Mridul’s hand that he was carrying; thinking Mridul would jump and hug him. Getting marks in an Engineering College was just like the amount of gold you get after a huge investment. Mridul stood up but without showing any ecstasy and left the class room. Prateek stood watching him till he vanished in the swarm. The sudden change in Mridul was not that sudden as others thought, but it was differently surprising for his friends. He had changed a lot. Usually chirpy and heartthrob of friends has become silent altogether. “What have happened to him?” Parth exclaimed seeing the strange behavior of his once the dearest friend. “I don’t know, sometime I get really p...

If you have forgotten what happened earlier or haven't read till now...I will suggest you go through these three chapters first: 1.The encounter 2.The call 3.Not again! So, now you are ready to roll..... Boarding a train at Kashmere gate has always been a heck of a task; and becomes even more difficult when you are accompanied by a woman. I was literally pushed inside the compartment and to my amazement people paved a comfortable space for the lady in black. ‘Bloody perverts, but then they are not perverts as they didn’t try to feel her body.’ She was a fallen angel much beautiful then the blondes and brunettes of Axe ads. “Can I ask you something?” she asked while entering the metro. “Yes you can but first let me create some space for my extra curvaceous body.” I said jokingly. I got some space to put my legs; I didn’t want to spoil my shoes as it takes too much calories to clean them and I am too lazy for it. People were gazing at me as I was the pumpkin alie...

The air was hard to find as my oversized body required everything in huge quantity. It seemed like the metro which just arrived squished the air which was flowing through the station cross section. I was still cupping my knees with my palms and was taking deep breaths when someone tapped me from behind. A quick nasty cold vibe went through my body as if the air which I was searching for got the address of the person which required it the most and entered without taking prior permission from my mouth. Suddenly the breathing stopped and I turned my face to see who the hell on earth wanted to provide me with a re-breather. “Now, I look fine?” the familiar voice tickled my ear drums. “Yups...I mean what...I mean couldn’t get you...sorry!” I was confused what to say and her meek smile was making it more difficult to even say something. The mess was cleaned up and the lips were back to their glossy state, the cheeks got their colour back and the eyes looked even more beautiful tha...

The call had struck some chord in her heart and only blues could be heard. “Hello...ya speak up” she said while sobbing and her nose as wet as her cheeks. ‘She looks more beautiful in wet cheeks’ tickled my mind; ‘shut up! A girl is crying and you still searching for beauty factors?’ my heart was quick to response. But her voice and conversation suddenly seemed to be more interesting then the stupid conversation between my Mr. Evil Mind and Mr. Angel Heart. “So...was it m fault? Did I tell you...but...but...” the anger could be sensed on her prickly nose while eyes tried to overshadow it. “Excuse me...it wasn’t me who kissed that girl in front of everybody...it was you...you bloody pervert!” she tried to say it as low as she can, still managing her angry tone. “What? Shut up please...I don’t wanna talk to you.” And she disconnected the call. She saw here and there to check whether somebody noticed her or not. My eyes were still stuck on her and my mouth opened as if I ...

The training was going ‘miserably’ fun, as it was my first time hands on experience on a colour Television. After getting back from the factory, I was sweating excessively in gym. I was tired to hell and the walk to my home back was looking like never ending. Finally I reached my home and the body ache forced me to skip my dinner (first in my lifetime!) and go to my bed with full throttle AC. ******** “Mrigank actually I can’t give you my number...umm...I mean my parents don’t like me talking to boys. I am sorry.” said a beautiful voice, the person I had big crush on. “Yeah! It’s OK no problem. So how can we be in contact after school?” I asked after a little embarrassment. “We can be in contact through mails. It’s fun...I mean the anxiety of expecting a reply and then replying with a smile on. By the way, why didn’t you have lunch? Do you really take our fight that seriously?” she was playing my mind but that was a sweet feeling. “Ya, you are a friend of mine ra...

Life was going through rough side both for my broadband service and my twenty four hours. Although partially atheist, I was yelling at god “Please put me on that planet which has more number of hours...please!” But god was busy with the Euro cup 2012  and by the way ’Who cares about someone like me?’ I thought. I was getting irritated due to excessive heat at training site and no connection with my friends due to internet service failure. My nights were going like sand through my fist and my day seemed like longer than a year. Human beings have been programmed to work for their belly and their kin. Although there was no stipend for me during this training but this will eventually add on my resume and hence to my future job and hence to my future perspective and hence training. One can easily sum of his life in following 11 steps to heaven: Step 1: Thank god for the perfect mating of your parents. Step 2: Come out of your mother’s womb after nine months of your paren...

The exams were over and as promised by my dad we would be soon leaving for a trip to Manali. Knowing my food crazy nature and also seeing me not having my food properly during exams my mom got up early to prepare some healthy oil soaked food. The food was ready, the luggage was ready, the car was ready and so were we to hit the road. It was 8 in the morning when we left and by mistake it was the first time in history we left on time which we decided to leave at (Punctual and my family...forget it J ) . The sun was shining over the roof of the car and its heat could be easily felt inside the car running on maximum AC fan speed. Four hours of continuous travelling and my sister’s road sickness had left nothing inside us and we decided to stop at a restaurant- “Sher-e-Punjab”. A railway track running behind the restaurant touching infinity and the sun playing hide and seek behind the woods. It was a beautiful and soothing to eyes if not to body. After having food, my father got bu...

 Some will say “His blog is turning towards ‘eroticism’.”  while some will say “He is just playing word game.” I will say I am neither turning you on nor playing word game, I am making you face the truth. Earlier in history Women were not allowed to step out of their home and work, but with time advancement and so called human sophistications women paved their way to schools, colleges and later to offices. The feminist started yelling “women can match with men in every damn sphere of life!” The feminist were right about what they preached and their belief and I fully support them, but that radical thinking endangered men in their own den. I have overheard many people complaining about the same. We experience this everyday in our life whether at colleges or at offices. A woman get more advantages than a man get. I state an example, which I understood while talking to a friend of mine, when he was depressed because of this. Suppose a practical exam is going on and...

I was walking to my station in the freaking hot day after finishing one of the worst practical I ever faced. It was the first time that I was not able to convince my lecturer about what I said. I was feeling ashamed of calling myself an engineer as it is taught to us- “ If you can’t convince confuse them. ” Glucon-D hoarding was providing me the cool shelter for last five minutes as there was no sign of my vehicle, which would carry me to metro station. While waiting for my ‘wheel on palace’ (sic), my pupil sensitized my retina with a group of people carrying a dead body and chanting the name of god for the corpse soul’s peace. It was not the first time I had seen a dead body but it was the first time for my mind was feeling the pain of bad practical and could match the wavelength with it. The soreness of bad practical exam was overshadowed by their moaning. While men were chanting out loudly “Ram Naam Satya Hai” , women were crying and seeing their mother cry small kids could no...

‘I have seen that girl somewhere…but where?’ The thought crossed my mind at the middle of the road that joined Chawri Bazaar with Nayi Sadak; the “Biggest book fair of Delhi” (sic). I was already distracted by that girl in white. I felt something pulling me towards that girl. I placed my books in my bag and marched towards her. Me: Hi! I have seen you somewhere but where I don’t remember. Girl: Hey Mrigank! You haven’t change since school time. Me: Ya perhaps but you have changed a lot. That much that I couldn’t recall your name…sorry Girl: It’s me Amrita duffo. Me: ‘Why do girls use such words for men’ I thought…OH! Hi Amrita (I had a deep crush on her in school time and the pink cheeks were glorifying the same) what have you done with your hair? Amrita: Just a small experiment. The conversation continued for half an hour before she felt thirsty. God knows what happened to me, I quickly took out the water bottle I was carrying. ‘Shit Mrigank, Not again’ my mind was t...

After a terror struck month of examination (that’s why had to stay away from all of you), everything seemed to change…The nippy morning was not that nippy and the languid body was full of vigor as if prepared to give another wave of examination. My morning started with the all famous bed tea served freshly baked cookies and newspaper. It felt good to meet my long lost chum and at the same time was disgusted to see the same old stories of rape, chain snatching and still continuing “India against Corruption”. Thinking about when my country will change I went for a hot water steamy bath. ****** Stuffed with sandwiches, I decided to make myself useful. What could have been better than rushing to the “English shopping center”, Delhi-110001. The sun was shining like the gold rate and my list was blotted with novels names. It felt good that this part of Delhi is still green and clean comparative to other places of Delhi. Still had a lot of time to fritter away, I decided to wander on...

T his year has been an year of upheaval and revolutions whether it was Arab rising, Wall street show down or India’s “non-violent” war against corruption. If we talk about revolution, we have to talk about media and internet, and if media is and internet is there we off course need to yell about the Censorship. We the people of this mother Earth, can reckon multiple censorship that suppressed the view points of many people in history and are suppressing even today. The rationale of this expurgation has been different starting from moral censorship to corporate censorship, but the one which has always led the pack is political bowdlerization. China was first to censor intenet  China was the first country to “establish” censorship act in around 300AD, though the time line also states that Sweden was the first country to abolish each and every kind of restriction whether it was political or moral. India also witnessed the hardship of censorship at the time of revolution w...