Wednesday, October 29, 2008

What do you do when your aunty and your uncle pass away in a space of two days??? Nothing much...I am shocked and numb...cannot explain much...God Bless their souls...My bitterness has made me see some very horrible sights...I regret my mistakes...Will get back soon. My condolences to my cousins and my dad because he has lost his sister. May their souls rest in peace.

Once in a thousand years, there comes a person, who rises above the heads of ordinary men and stands up for what is right. Once in a thousand years, there comes a person, capable of taking decisions which other people fear to take. Once in a thousand years, there comes a person, who becomes an entity, a symbol of hope for the downtrodden. The world is breeding corpulent corruption and hatred and it needs someone to take a stand. Once in a thousand years, there comes a person who risks it all for the greater good. Once in a thousand years, there comes a person, who sacrifices without fear. My time has come….

Monday, October 27, 2008

SEX AND THE INDIAN CITY


When we talk about sex nowadays, we do not disappear behind our friend’s back or flip the burkha back over our faces. Sex in India today, is discussed with a lot of fervor, spice and openness. The degree to which the openness (regarding discussions on the topic of sex) has reached in the Indian metros especially Mumbai and Delhi, is alarming to see. Heck!!! Its progress :)

The one thing which irks me no end , is the manner and unsubtle way in which these topics are discussed and treated. I am no moral guardian but I firmly believe that topics like these should be discussed in a subtle manner. To give you an example and prove my point, I would like to recount an incident which took place whilst I was seated with some of my friends at Karims (A delicious Kabab joint in Delhi). A group of guys were seated in the table opposite to ours. Now at this point, in walked a beautiful girl with a nerdy boyfriend. Immediately the group of guys started off …“Hot a** man !!”,”Want her in b** with me”,” Awesome t*** man!!”. The poor girl looked at her boyfriend for support who turned blue with fear and whisked her out of the joint. Frankly…I knew that Delhi was a loud place…but then I never knew that it was this loud….

I was hanging out with one of my friends and his girlfriend ( a big mistake) when they started off on this highly embarrassing conversation. Let us name my friend A and his girlfriend B…

A: Yeah, I don’t think that I can f*** anyone after B.

B: My friends have experimented a lot, every other night , they f*** a different guy.

A: Yeah but they don’t do it like us Babe (smiling)

B: Shut up, I have a sore back from the last time.

A: But you have to admit, the first time was fun….

B: Yeah, sweet but some pain as well..

Me: Ahem….cough !!! cough !!!

B: Have you f**** anyone ??? (directed at me)

Me: (turning blood red)…Ahem…no no….

B: Whaaaat???...You mean to say you haven’t experimented???

Me: (turning violet)….Er…no no….

A: F*** man!!! You have missed out on a lot…Why don’t you catch somebody from college and sc** her (laughs)

Me: Would stop with all these f**** already???

A: ha ha ……….

B: Tell me when you are ready…I have some nice friends….

Me: (grimly) are you running a prostitute centre???

B: (nervously)…Er….no no…..

Me: Lets finish the conversation then…

Phew….I was happy to get out that place with my life, brain and virginity intact…..

I am not against sexual topics and body contours :) being discussed because people cannot be stopped :)…but all I would like to see is some subtlety…When you are discussing it with your friends, keep your voice frequency tuned down so that it is audible only to your group members. When you are commenting on body contours ( you should not be doing so in the first place but anyway ….), please say it in your mind or whisper it under your breath…because when it is loud, it is nothing better than eve teasing and harassment…it could get you into trouble as well if the boyfriend is built like Sylvester Stallone.

Now the moral guardian…thinks that is time….to sign off :) CIAO and A VERY HAPPY DIWALI TO ONE AND ALL….Best wishes and lots of luck :)

Sunday, October 26, 2008

OF PORN AND P :)


This is the recounting of an incident involving me and a certain friend of mine :) I will name her P :) She reminded me of this incident yesterday when she called me up after 3 months. (Not fair P…you took so long :) ) Now this happened when I was in class XI and the number of porn movies watched per day was your status symbol amongst boys. Now on a bright sunny morning, COFAS, our school’s International Computer Olympiad was inaugurated. Being a part of the school team… I mingled with the contestants from the other schools….and then I ran into P….I still remember that I had suppressed a loud guffaw when I had first seen her. Blue eyes, a gold earring in one ear and a SILVER one in the other…. :) BLACK LIPSTICK !!!!! Gothic :) (P is going to kill me later….) She was pretty enough to look at (There you go P….. :) ) and we hit off straightaway (not just because she was pretty :) but because we were competing in the debate against one another and I always like to know my competition better :) )

There was a free for all class going on in our division. Students from any college (especially the outstation and international ones) were encouraged to pay these classes a visit. I sat down in the last row along with P. To my surprise P took out a bunch of SUPERMAN comics from her bag….This gothic girl was turning out to be a real tomboy…Later she confessed that she had harbored an infatuation for the chaddi clad superhero….Sick I say !!! He is a brilliant superhero I must confess, but then how on earth can girls fall for a guy who wears his underwear on top of his tights ??????? Anyway, soon we were immersed in the comics without paying a microgram worth of attention to the teacher Ms Khanna (whom we had labeled as an Ostrich…Sorry Maam :) ) Suddenly our peon, who always carried a kiloton of paan in his mouth and adorned the walls of the college with his post renaissance paan paintings, burst into the classroom. “Maam….we have discovered porn cds hidden in the bathroom....they were hidden in the western toilet water tank”. F**K!!! and I must have said F**K about a thousand times under my breath because P pinched me and held my hand tightly to stop my flow of F**KS. Man !!! this was bad for our college’s reputation in front of the outstation candidates. Ms Khanna had enough common sense to take the peon outside the class. After a few minutes she came back in and announced in her quivery voice “Nimish…stand up please!!!”…Now Nimish was the ultimate porn dealer of our school. His collection of porn cds and dvds was unsurpassed. Rumor has it that he had a Godrej Almirah in his room which was stuffed with carnal viewing instruments. Nobody had seen it of course :)

Now Nimish had been suspended earlier because he had been trapped by the college authorities trying to smuggle in pornware into college. The pornware was confisticated ( I have a sneaky suspicion that the college authorities struck it rich that day…..They fled with the pornware and god knows what they did at home with it :)….I may be wrong but then :) ). Our teacher asked him to step outside the classroom and calamity struck when she did so. Our class had a detachable, hanging blackboard and while Maam and Nimish were passing it, Maam’s hand accidentally hit the blackboard hard. The blackboard swung slightly to the right……HORRORS!!!! A couple of porn cds dropped to the ground unwedged from their hiding place behind the blackboard. We all rushed to have a closer look. One look at the blonde on the cover of one of the cds almost made Maam pass out. Holding Nimish’s hand firmly she stormed out of the class to interrogate him. Some students swear that Maam was muttering “Ram…Ram kitna bada paap !!! “ while she was breezing out of the class. P and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. We enjoyed a lovely two days together and I still remember that after I had won the debate, P was the only one who had run up to me and given me a big hug. She had cried a lot because she was from Ahmedabad and she had to return once the competition had ended. I gave her one of my favourite books to keep and her tears vanished instantly. Later after a month P called me up to say that she loved me, I was pleasantly surprised, but then I wanted to be a very good friend and nothing more. She took that very well and today she is one of my 4 “girl” friends (not girlfriends :) ) and is constantly giving me insights into the female brain….Thanks a ton P…..Miss you…and will never forget those two days and the black lipstick :)

Saturday, October 25, 2008

FORTRESSES OF SOLITUDE.....


It has been a long time since I have been in the company of a girl or you may say that I have not been out on a date in years :). I often have wondered and dreamt about holding a soft hand, whispering into a delicate ear, smelling her lovely perfume and making her laugh. There is this lovely lake just beside my house as you may see in the picture above. It is one of my favourite places in Navi Mumbai.


I visit this place about thrice a week....The cool breeze does wonders to my mood....and lifts my spirits up a notch...but then this place also hurts me in a strange way... The most dominant forces of nature have bowed before my stubborn resistance...as a result of which I have frequented this place inspite of storms and heavy rains wrecking havoc on this lovely little fortress of solitude.


This boulevard also holds a very special place in my heart....This is the road I visit when I am extremely blue...I even got into a scuffle with a thug on this very road. The ensuing days saw me nursing a swollen eye and the thug maybe was nursing a sore pair of balls :) This path is very eerie in its location but very pleasant in a strange way because it provides blue people like me a chance to trample back and forth and shout my lungs out till my frustration is fully vented.


There is also a wasteland close to my house where I roam about in the blazing sun to calm myself down...like a ghost haunting a lonely mansion...I am mad you say ??? :) Everybody tells me that and I have stopped listening to people a long time back....

I am longing to be in the company of someone...and I am yearning for it simply because...I want to give love for once and see it appreciated...all these years my love has been kicked about and shoved into dustbins with contempt as if it was a toy :)...My love has never been cherished :)
Maybe it has got something to do with the fact that I give my heart out easily...too easily....Whenever I am scalded ....I turn to my fortresses of solitude.....they will me on to go back stronger and one day.....maybe one lucky day I will be able to do what I am posing to do below...


and say "I LOVE YOU" :) :) CIAO

MY LIFE'S CRUEL METAPHORS....


Cut open....bleeding like a stream of lava in hell............

Wounds stinging like a thousand needles pricking my hide.......

Tears fighting to burst out.....like a camp of rebels with a purpose......

Mind numb.....like a patient anesthetized for a brain transplant......

Eyes red....like a red rose with poisonous thorns........

Heart broken.....like an insect crushed underfoot.......

Feelings not in control....like a mob hell bent on killing......

Fed up of it all.....like a prisoner force fed milk through a hose.....

Scared and frightened.....like a convict awaiting the noose......

Waiting for somebody to understand.....like a mother expectant of her children.....

Betrayed.....like a lover by the one he wants the most.....

Tired and exhausted......like a labourer who builds a mausoleum all by himself.......

Confused.....like a fox who misses the camouflaged chameleon........

Angry.....like a pan full of onions on a high flame..............

Sad.....like a soldier who has not gone home in a year.......

Out of love and empathy.....like a bottle drained of its last traces...........

Friday, October 24, 2008

ON THE RUN

Once again....my scars are hurting me....once again my heart is having that sinking feeling....Sad songs give me solace and in some way fuel the sadness. It all begins when my scars start itching .....I am no Harry potter but I feel my scars hurt when danger or sadness is lurking around the corner.

Its all very choky at the moment.....Its all deja vu'.....I cannot begin to explain.....I cannot begin to reconcile..........I cannot start crying....I cannot stop grimacing..... Its a monopoly and an unfair one....I know I do not hold the cards...but I am still there at the roulette table. Something tells me that I should back off...because I am going to lose heavily...but then like every other fool who takes risks...I find myself still there. I know that at the end of the night...I am going to lose all my money.

What saddens me is the way I lose my ground. Life offers you a batter of the best sauces of sadness and happiness mixed together...mine tastes too sad and cruel.The old dreams are haunting me....I am a different man now....Drastic changes have affected me....I am moodier, gloomier, scared, looking over my shoulder for that fatal blow....I am living every minute like a convict on the run. I beg for refuge at someone's house.....

The saddest part is that....nobody understands me and gives me a place to stay.....I thought they would.....but sadly...I am an outcast now....I am on the run....not for long....My time is nearly up.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

TRAPPED INSIDE THE BOX....


The mental disintegration of a human mind is one of the most destructive procedures I have ever known. Nuclear Bombs appear less dangerous in such cases. The stumbling blocks are politics, religion and the human ego. We all live in our individual glass houses. Every single one of us is born with a brain so powerful and so dynamic that it is capable of creating new galaxies, stunning constellations and beautiful planets. When was the last time you asked yourself "How does water appear inside a coconut???" (silly question I know :) ) . When was the last time you asked YOURSELF the solution to the global economic crisis instead of banking on the expert's solution??
We are all becoming zombies, absorbed with our own problems, busy with our own lives, tensed due to our own situations....When was the last time that we thought out of the box???? Not recently.....not in a very long time.....We are all dependent on the eternal newspapers and the ever so loud news channels to act as catalysts and send our brain into the analytical zone.....This is the disintegration of the human mind......It needs catalysts to think.......Barring a few exceptions...all of us....whether we accept it or not have mentally degraded ourselves...with the all time favorite excuse "I DO NOT HAVE TIME" .
Those that think out of the box are termed as "WEIRDOS" or "MENTALLY ILL" people :)
Unfair :) . Not all of them mind you.....but a majority of them. The world has always in most cases, mocked and ridiculed people who have dared to be different, think differently.
If you need to send your brain into that analytical overdrive without a catalyst,I suggest a very simple exercise. Visit the nearest slum house or carefully observe street children. A few days back, I observed a child who was selling flowers at the traffic signal and everything from the Economic order to poverty to child labour crossed my mind. Sometimes to think out of the box...you do not need an inspiration....sometimes you just need to look outside the glass house you are living in.
We all blame the government, the government blames us and we end up going nowhere. If we blindly say that India is the greatest country in the world, then we are wrong.......India has the POTENTIAL to become the greatest country in the world. We find refuge in the excuse that we have a rich culture, moral ethos and good values. Does this mean that the progressive nations in the west have bad morals?? In case we have not noticed, we are about a hundred years behind them in terms of development. It's time to take stones and smash the glass house.......It is time to wriggle our brains and come up with thoughts and ideas which will make others sit up and take notice...But if you do not have the time, nobody is asking you to leave your couch...enjoy yourself :)

Saturday, October 18, 2008

50



We don’t have time left to regret (hold on)
It will take more than common sense (hold on)
So stop your wondering take a stand (hold on)
There's more to life than just to live (hold on)

'cause an empty room can be so loud
It's too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

One single smile a helping hand
It's not that hard to be a friend
So don’t give up stand 'til the end
There's more to life than just to live

'cause an empty room can be so loud
It's too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

When you love someone
And they break your heart
don’t give up on love
Have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

When it falls apart
And your feeling lost
All your hope is gone
don’t forget to hold on, hold on

'cause an empty room can be so loud
It's too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

When you love someone
And they break your heart
don’t give up on love
Have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on

'cause an empty room can be so loud
It's too many tears to drown them out
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

When you love someone
And they break your heart
don’t give up on love
Have faith, restart
Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on


My 50th post..........and I am short on words.....this is an amazing song...very close to my heart......Thought I would dedicate it to myself :) Happy 50th to me ....CIAO




PROUD TO PRESENT....MUHAMMED ALI


Hiya everyone...............the reason for me putting up this picture is very simple.....I am craving for a clean complexion once again. I have had an outbreak of rashes (shave burns or whatever) not very severe but damaging enough. I am now walking with my head bowed and my chest deflated. Another week until my face regains normalcy... Sob !!!! life is not fair....why cant men wear veils and burkhas??? Damn unfair........
Ok Ok.... :) I will stop posting pictures of myself....very narcissistic to say the least..... But hmmmmmmmm....I dont look that bad :) or do I :)
Did you think that I was about to go off on a sermon about Muhammed Ali??? Well, you were mistaken. The gentleman above, is the true Muhammed Ali of Indian cricket. He has been punched, criticized, disgraced and written off......but like Muhammed Ali, Sourav Ganguly has shown that he is not a one bout wonder. Scripting one of the greatest comebacks of all times, Sourav has sucker punched his critics....one last and resounding punch....total KO....What a wonderful and gritty knock at Mohali!!!....A wonderful end to a glittering career...........kudos Sourav............I salute you Dada...and those who feel Sourav has done nothing for Indian cricket ..F**K all of you.You guys do not see a gem when you see one..........CIAO

Friday, October 17, 2008

BURNS AND TURNS

It is hot in Mumbai ....and when a person from UP tells you that it is hot....it really is. Walking home from college has become a nightmare. Nowadays when I start trekking back home from college, after a few minutes my right cheek and the right side of my face starts burning.....and I mean literally BURNING.....When the stinging gets unbearable, I walk backwards to ensure that the left side of my face gets equally stung and burnt. So now, if you see a guy resembling burnt toast walking about on the streets of Mumbai, do not be alarmed.....it would probably be me :) I am too proud to wear a cap (No....i am not Himesh) and I cannot tie a bandanna for nuts.....so I have to bear this torture while I walk back home and get tanned(or horribly burnt and scalded).

Freshers this year was horrible to say the least. NO LIGHTS ON STAGE !!!! F**K It!!! Atleast we did manage to get some light towards the end.....but that was about all. The Mr and Miss Fresher competition was in one word.......HORRIBLE.....The male contestants turned up in multicolored cardigans and black waistcoats for some weird reason.... Guys....it is SUMMER and you are not Ranbir Kapoor cavorting about on the Swiss Alps.....so for heaven's sake...spare us....
and you sir...if you want to wear a waistcoat...please team it up with proper jeans otherwise....the "WAITER,WAITER !!!! " calls were totally justified.

Usha, I am so sorry....I know that you wanted to host the Mr and Ms Fresher contest....but sorry girl, John said no....(See...having a blog is useful...you can confess :) )

Prelims start from Monday.....so goodbye freedom :(

The uncertain economic crunch has had an impact on my life too.......Damn......I had to fire some of my employees ( Mr Fashion Conscious Abhik and Mr Narcissist Abhik) because maintaining them........just costs me too much.....it is back to torn Ts and dirty jeans for me :)

Be good everybody....I will be back...........ouch it's hot...... CIAO

Thursday, October 16, 2008

MONEY SPEAKS.....BUT POWER SILENCES......

Hiya one and all.....How are you all doin??? ( As if I care :) ) ( No NO I do care........Just kidding)

Money will buy you everything.....but power will give you bowed heads.......Am caught in the assignment whirlpool. Hopefully will post a proper post in a day or too....The fancy title was to catch your attention :) CIAO

Sunday, October 5, 2008

ABHIKI : AN INTRODUCTION

One of my good friends Prakhar has been witness to the creation of a new language created by me. I developed it way back in 2005 when I was still a nerd and spiked hair according to me was a sin against god...... The language is named....hold your breath ABHIKI...(Egoistic and self righteous name, aint it ?? :) )

I have modified and tweaked it up and I am proud to present the 36 alphabets of Abhiki (As if anybody cares !!!)

Tah Tbh Tch Tdh Teh Tfh

Rah Rbh Rch Rdh Reh Rfh

Iah Ibh Ich Idh Ieh Ifh

Pah Pbh Pch Pdh Peh Pfh

Tgh Thh Tih Tjh Tkh Tlh

Aah Abh Ach Adh Aeh Afh


The right diagonal alphabets Tah, Rbh, Ich, Pdh, Tkh and Afh are the vowels and the rest are the consonants.

This language displays a unique property and has a coded word form embedded in its 6 by 6 matrix structure along it's columns, Right diagonal and Left diagonal. This coded word form makes the language easy to remember and easier for me to use:). In my original format the only difference was that it was a tedious 9 by 9 matrix............way too big !!!!

Alternatively I will release the methods to use this language
....till then, here is something for you to chew on......

TfhRfhIchPfhTfhAfh Ich TghAehTfhAfh......

Friday, October 3, 2008

AND AGAIN.....


Doing a lot of tags these days....Thanx Anshul

1. Which superhero/super heroine would you like to be for a day and why?
Drona……cause I think I can do a better job than Abhishek : )….Hmmm on second thought…The Dark Knight…Batman…his bat mobile is super cool.

2. If you had one hour to teach an underprivileged child something, what would you teach?
I would show the child the way to my house, treat him/her to an ice-cream. Later at home I would teach the child lots of stuff.

3. Whom would you like to share your favourite chocolate with?
Anshul, you devil!!!! Hmmmm. …… with my younger brother and…………..my angel…..if I am not overwhelmed with greed that is : )

4. Your choice for the Indian Youth Icon is……..
Hrithik Roshan and MS Dhoni

5. What would you do if your lover goes out on a “friendly date” with someone else?
I would be helpless :) Maybe I would take her out the very next day and woo her off her feet.

6. The most romantic thing your lover has ever done/said?
Private……Hmmm….Ok….Once she told me to say her name thrice cause she liked hearing it in my voice….I loved it….every bit of it.

7. What would fascinate you more : A boat ride at night or a car drive in the alps?
A boat ride at night most definitely …with excellent music….heck…. the car drive would be damn good as well.

8. When was the last time you swore and at whom/for what?
A few minutes ago….cause my net connection was irritating the hell out of me.

9. The last person to make you smile and feel warm…..
My best friend Sitanshu, My brother and My angel………..all in the same day…….

10. Would you ever go out for a date with your ex?
Never….in the name of all that is good…..But if you have a good and understanding ex…I do not find anything wrong with it….

11. Who is the person you would love to invite to your next birthday party cause you miss him/her (and you want a gift from that person AND that person has never attended your birthday before)?
Anshul ,brother….. this is the weirdest tag question I have ever answered…Hmmm ok…now there are three actually…. 1. Angel 2. Sourav Ganguly 3.Jyoti

12. You would be over the moon right now if…..
I cured my headache and cleared my congestion.

13. Describe your gang of friends in three words.
MAD, MAD, MAD

14. If you held a time bomb in your hand standing in the middle of a crowded street which will explode in 5 minutes, you would….
Open a manhole cover, fling the bomb as far away as possible and scream at everybody to vacate the place…

15. The one bit of advice you would give your best friend…..
He is smarter than I am : ) …..Hmm….he could gain a few pounds though…

16. Your favourite one liner is ………….
I have four : If you haven’t been with me, you have missed out on a lot.
Why so serious??
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
Some people respect the badge, everybody respects the gun.

17. Your favourite piece of electronic gadgetry is ……
My mp3 player….it is my best non-living pal.

18. The one thing about your school that you really miss…..
The assemblies….I used to strut about cause I was the house captain…lotsa fun…and of course the English Literature classes.

19. Describe the person who tagged you in a single line….
A brilliant scholar and a laugh a second machine……

20. List of people you want to tag…
Pseudo intellectual, No Mute Spectator

Have fun and do not be bored : ) CIAO

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I CRUSHED....THE CRUSH :)


College crushes and school romances always make you giggle and blush....Those candy floss like sweet moments are really a treasure trove and if you have had a reasonable number of caramel sweet experiences like I have ,then life is not that bad after all.

My first ever crush was this beautiful and utterly cute looking girl in the La Martiniere Girl's College choir. Since the boys and the girls colleges used to meet up during Christmas and celebrate it with a common choir...those days of practice for me were complete bliss. How lovely she was!! During the first year, I sung with the sopranos and in the second year I sung with the altos (I never got to sing base:( ). All the time my eyes used to be on her while we sung. Once or twice our eyes did meet and she smiled in a sweet, innocent way that all cute girls do...... I never got to know her name. The last time I saw her was at the end of the performance when she was holding a candle in her hand and looking very pretty in white......

My second crush was in high school and the girl in question was again cute and very likable ( or so I felt). The manner in which i proposed to her was downright funny. That day I left home with steely determination. I tried to speak to her during the assembly but I failed. I made a desperate move. When she hurrying up the stairs, I caught her arm and took her into the college sick room. After bolting the door ( I still remember that I was trembling) I proposed. She agreed and the "affair" ended after a year and a half. ( We parted ways amicably).

There was this girl whom I danced with during our Lyons house cock house party. It was the first time in my entire life that a girl told me that, "Abhik, I think you are cute"...bliss... :)

When I became the captain of my house in school, I faced a reasonable number of requests for dates.....but I did not fancy a single one... ( All the attention bloats you up though I must say.....)

The best moment of all was when I told this warm, adorable and extremely beautiful girl via sms that (you know...THAT thing :) )....It was and will be one of the singularly most beautiful moments of my life. I remember that I rushed to the temple near my house.... trembling, sweating and praying with all my heart. God answered my prayers :). The phone conversation after this incident was fantastic and will always remain close to my heart....... I love my life.... :) CIAO

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

DAD...MY DAD



It's not father's day....but still ....today I have a gamut of emotions stirring within my chest. This post is dedicated to my father Ashok Chatterjee.He is in my estimate the most courageous and morally correct person I have ever seen in my entire life. It's true that all of us admire our dads and in our eyes...everybody's dad is the perfect one......but my dad is kinda different. Heard this statement several times earlier ? :) Dont worry...I will not bore you and that is a promise :)

My dad lost his father at the tender age of 15. He was the last son in a family of 7 boys and 2 girls. My dad never got to pursue his dream....he wanted to become either an IAS officer or a doctor. His educational aspirations were not realised because nobody funded his education. My dad was a brilliant Table Tennis player. He got selected for the UP under 19 tournament but at the last moment my grandmother fell ill and he quit just so that he could be with her. He paid his Class X , XI and XII fees by working in a sugarcane factory at night. He had just one set of his school uniform and no shoes......But still he topped his school in the CLASS X and XII board exams.

My dad has suffered in his professional life, I am not afraid to say that we lost several of our treasured possessions.......but even at the age of 54 my dad is still fighting. My babba still sleeps with me when I run a fever, he still sits up with me at night to watch cricket matches, he still guides me and corrects me whenever I am wrong. He is very affectionate...my dad....he really is...We average a hug a day (and a hug every 2 days when he is angry with me). His "Achcha Babu" is something I do not want to leave home without when I set out for college.He has provided me with everything that a son can wish for.My dad a Bsc,Msc,LLB,MPA is still my inspiration. Which man will leave a foreign job just because his mother doesn't want him to leave her?? Very few people will......He treats us every time he has money. He never thinks about buying that Arrow shirt or that Colorplus pant but he will always buy me my Lee jeans......

Love you Dad....for being there for me. I am proud to be your progeny, your son....I hope I make you proud. I wanted to say so much more.....but I cant......too emotional right now :) ...CIAO

TAGGED AGAIN


Many thanks to “pseudo intellectual” for sending this tag along. Thanx angel…..Was getting bored….This spiced things up a bit :):)

The rules for the tag are:
RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
I would definitely smash a glass or two, maybe even hurt myself in the process :)

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
Sign my book for someone sitting next to me in flight.(The person should not have the vaguest idea that I am the author……he/she should be reading the book :))

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Sycophants and self centered politicians.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Lock it away into a safety vault…….on second thoughts…….travel around the world with family and someone special :):)

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Never…..friendship is something on a very different plane....

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Both…….shiver me timbers…….I love love :):)

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
Forever…….

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
I do not think I can secretly like someone…..I would tell the person on her face………..then I would sit back and watch her reaction.

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
There would be 3 causes actually…..Child Labour, AIDS and Cerebral Palsy

10. What takes you down the fastest?
A smile flattens me, a giggle mows me down and bad breath annoys me.

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
In heaven maybe :):) Don’t wanna have a long life and suffer :):)

12. What’s your fear?
Not keeping my family happy.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
This is not the ideal place to describe her…..Hmmm …. she is an angel…warm…intelligent and very ,very special to me.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
Married and happy…..whenever I do get hitched that is…..

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
Say my prayers and snore again…..

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
The one whose eyes reflect my heart.

17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Definitely…..but I practice restraint in some matters.

18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
I would definitely forgive…..but I would never forget.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
I live and breathe for someone…..the thought makes me infinitely happy and contented.

20. List of 6 people to tag:
I am acquainted with only one person who blogs on blogspot……so frankly….this question will remain unanswered.
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