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.

A dedication

It had been for such a long time that I wanted to share this discussion with you all people especially to all my close friends and acquaintances who were with me during my stint in Nagpur. We always used to feel that it was so important that we discussed amongst ourselves to have knowledge on the subjects we were living amongst. So here it is, all fully described and narrated with utmost sincerity.
I am talking about the people who thrive in the city of Nagpur. They are basically Maharashtrians but we used to refer them as ‘Matthas’. These people were quite unlike the people that you would find in other parts of India. They are lazy, lousy, blatant and unruly.

To analyse on the types and for better understanding I segregated them into 3 types:
1. Orthodox matthas
2. Zulu matthas
3. Mustang matthas

Orthodox matthas- Found in most numbers. These people are among the frustrated ceatures that thrive the land of Nagpur. They can easily be found in any offices, banks, colleges, factories and other places of common interests. You wont find it pleasing to talk to them for more than 2 minutes as either they will bore you out or they will torture you with their illogical discussion subjects. They are characterized by frowns and wrinkles marked all over their faces. They can be easily angered and frustrated and like to give out their full bark on anyone they find near them. These guys never leave Nagpur and consider the place as a cosmopolitan cities. Even if you are from Bombay/Delhi they refer to it as ‘gaon’(village). Their favourite dialogue is “tujha aila hepu, tujha behnila hepu”.

Zulu matthas- These are the most innocent and ignorant lot. There life passes on,
they grow, they reproduce, they die, yet they can’t figure out as why they were actually born. They are very silent in nature (specifically because they can’t understand what is going on around them) but if they get to know that they are being subjected as parts of laughter, then their frenzy takes toll of them and pour it on the people beside them and yet it would make no sense and you get another dose of laughter. Characterized by torn pants and shirts and unbrushed teeth, they can easily attract attention anywhere they go as they are one of a kind.


Mustang matthas- Pink bikes, brownish-orange streaked hair, grey colored glasses, tiger skin seat covers and a Himesh song whenever brakes are applied, these are the 20-35 year olds who zoom past you in the Shankarnagar square in Nagpur. They drink life to the lees and consider themselves at par with the best Casanovas in the world. With their dare devil biking skills they sure get themselves a G.F who can win the Miss Nigeria beauty contest. Their most favoured bike is the pink/orange Freedom but the yellow Passion works fine. They are cool and can eat poha with chopsticks.

This is my whole hearted effort, hope you appreciate it.