3rd AUGUST

In case if you don't get the meaning of that day, let me tell you that its my birthday. More importantly this is the straight 8th birthday that I had sent away from home. In these past eight years I have celebrated it with my friends and twice with my relatives.

This year too it began with the usual bums and late night cake cutting. Was painful as usual. Calls from home and friends followed soon afterwards.All the usual stuffs.
Though the day was a bit different from other times. My lovely new friend Moumita has made it special this time. She called me up to South Delhi to Delhi Haat as she wanted to wish me that day.
Well someone turning up from a far place to celebrate my birthday, this was a new thing indeed.
She definitely made the day beautiful for me.
A lovely friend, nice place, pleasant atmosphere, a cute gift, lip licking cuisine all seemed to be placed perfectly for my birthday. We had a nice time together discussing about so many issues and seeing so many things.
In the end the day finished but after so many years I can definitely say that it was a birthday to cherish and remember.

T Point: Will It Live On?

I recently came to know that the hostel that I lived in during my engineering days has been converted to girls hostel. Well certainly that hurt badly. The hostel has been for boys since time memorable. the whole society round there is built upon the factor that a boy's hostel exists there. the lives of so many people who depended on the hostel will be changed for ever. so many stories, incidents, lifestyles all will come to an end. its been a very radical decision taken up by the management. they should have shown some responsibility to the society by not taking that decision.
The lives of some people like the Paan wala, the dhobis, Gary n surd, tanveer, anna are up for a complete torment. The police will have no work load. And no more fights for this was the battlefield for concilliating so many issues. I can also say with confidence thats Purohit's brat will leave no stone unturned for a peep daily. Man, he's set up for a great teenage life.
Well whats done is done. no crying over spilled milk. Hope the future of T-point is also on being infamous. To me it will be a loss for Ihave spent 4 years of my precious life in that hostel and will never again be able to enter even for a view. To the gals, be responsible and do everything to keep up the name and fame of this great heritage. By that i mean don't ever let the hostel become an epitome of "Goodness". The hostel deserves its tag for being "Infamous".

Wild Hogs

Probably the reason I came back. The movie was really funny and complete with fun. But the message it carried got me back. It described as to how we lose our real selves under loads and worldly pressure. We no longer remain the person. And its best to do what you are meant to do.

The movie too depicts four people who succumb to their daily routine activities and lose touch of their real selves. Once out on the highway, they not only have fun and adventure but also discover themselves and earn their own self respect.
Its must for those who have forgotten their good old days and are now mere pawns under law and rules.

COMEBACK

Friends and Foes, Lovers and Ditchers, People and Others

Its feeling Good to be back. Don't know what had happened but I simply could not keep up. But now lets get on with the good work.
Many things have changed in the meantime. The wilderness in my thoughts and actions have subsided, the extravagance is gone. The volatility has gone.
But its not that I have lost myself. I have become tougher, mature, shrewed and more complete.
I will start afresh in a new way, a new style. Some comments I made have hurt people in the past. For them I can only say 'those were my thoughts and i don't regret them' but from now on I will try to ensure that I am more neutral in my comments.

THE JOURNEY BACK HOME

After 9 months I decide to go back to home and it started in the worst way possible from the time I reached the station the problems kept on creeping. First my ticket was in waiting list but an MP letter was meant to confirm it. The train was scheduled to leave at 1700 hrs. but at 1500 hrs it was still unconfirmed. The panic grew when the ttes said that it won’t be possible to accommodate anyone with even the MP card. So I gave up all hopes and was to return the ticket. I was about to cancel at 1645 hrs but there was a last moment confirmation. So I managed a seat for myself somehow, but the tension did not end there.

It is Diwali time now and all the people are really drunk and doped to the lees. The train employees were no exception. They were all swinging to the movement of the train. And the Ganja inside them kept on hitting them more and more.
One co passenger with me (a real life prank ) really led the chaos. He is a manager with the JCB but he did nothing on the way to suggest that position. Instead he commented such comments that made the people agree with their protest with the employees ,a true leader who made other swing to his moods.
The hara-kiri began as the service was not at all upto the mark. It seemed that the employees were in a dream world when they were serving the passengers. Somewhere 2 rice were given and somewhere 2 chickens. Someone was given jam in place of pickles. And a man returned the food in frustration and he was given curd in compensation. And people who had completed their dinner, kept their plates under their seats and it was kicked around by the staffs. The coup looked like any general compartment for 15 minutes. The ticket checkers were also in some hallucination, not finding me on my seat they were about to allot the seat to some waiting list. And when I came they gave a frowning look and complained me of not sitting on my seat.
Well that was all about the night but the morning service of breakfast was no different. They mixed up veg n non-veg foods and led to lot of screams n fights.
But the good thing for me was on the way. The man beside me(the JCB guy) said that it wont be difficult for him to get a summer training for me so I m counting that perhaps he will help me in getting a summer for me. This journey with all its problems would be successful if I get the summer training over there. This was not the end n I was almost at the verge of missing my station. Imagine the TTE telling that there would be a stop where it is not supposed to. Luckily I was awake so I saw the station so I got down in time.
Now the coming week was for a well deserved rest after a long time.

A GREAT DAY OUT

Finally after these four months, I and some of my old college friends had a great day out.n the place was different not shanky but connaught place.

it was a great feeling to be in the company of ol pals.

Excluding me the other guys were Maurya,Chatur,Nikhil sir,n the one n only chhabu sir.

they r all the same as i had left them back there in nagpur.

Maurya ran into a car the firat day he went out biking,chhabu sir is still as spendthrift as he always was (u really have to ask him to cut down on his costs). He spends 5 rupees on a veg patty everytime he goes out to IMS fr his tuitions.and he has got a nice belly to show it of.

nnikhil sir well he is as bored as usual.spends his entire day in house in the hope of gettin out sometime. his group of 'kalu,lulla,dhingra,punjab' are too busy these days n hesitantly ignore to come outso he wes there wid us.

n Chatur is in LOVE. The love is residing in Rajouri Garden. n he is trying hs best to get a first date wid her.

ne ways for the day,we first moved around palika bazar and whole of CP. then to enjoy metro ride we rode till the Maurya den 'Karol Bagh'.it is really crowdy n dirty n if u r there with a car god can only get u out of there.

to fulfill our fetish we also tried out 'coffee home but that was really disgraceful.At the end of the day we entered the CCD lounge n it was a really cool experience there.

so a gr8 day out and full of fun n fiesta.

MO-F**K*R

Its been nearly a week now since i have been getting missed calls and sexually explicit messages.
And lo its not directed to me but some guy has got confused me with a gal named Neha.
The dude is some Piyush.
This guy is completely mad. For a week he has had no guts to call. First he started by sending cute messages and saying that he wants friendship, then he says that he likes me(Neha). And ultimately when he recieves no answers he just says that he wants to have sex. I wonder if he ever has been in close proximity of girls or not. In the week he could just have called to know who is on the other end of the line or if anyone is interested to talk to him.
I can just say that he is a bloody mother fucker, not just in the literary sense but in the real sense, God maybe he must be dreaming screwing Neha now by keep a pillow between his thighs and perhaps also expecting a call.
I want to tell you, asshole....ooops sorry mother fucker, that go upstairs in your house, peep through any hole in your bathroom door, and whoever you find there from the female sex, fantasise about her and keep on shagging imagining her, you are good enough for that much only, you dumb sexopath.
For people who are reading this scrap take the mobile no. of this mo-fucker and give him your regards as to get well soon. his no. is 091-9891037515. Give him some remedy to overcome his behavioral imbalance.
GET WELL SOON MO_FUCKER or JUST KEEP ON SCREWING YOUR PILLOW

Second Life

Could not help myself not to become a part of the game called "second life" created by the linden labs.
the game console provides u with a world of your own .i m Raven Wade here ,so if u do sign up meet me here,in the new world i m going to do whatever i could nt fulfill in real life,yeah it costs but is ok when you consider the scope of opportunities this game offers.
my friends dont wait ,its a new world out there waiting to take you onboard, so jump in n start leading ur new life.