Free Return Tickets to MSD and Team for a Return Back to India.

MakeMyTrip and Yatra.Com together have written to BCCI, with a wish to offer "Free Return Tickets" to Indian Team on NZ Tour. This comes after a humiliating ODI series defeat and a pre-scheduled Test Defeat to happen in a months time. They have also planned a Refresher Pit Stop at Bangkok on the Return.

We had exclusive access to some Green Room action and what we heard was amazingly heart warming Virat Kohli`s  "M****c*d and B****d in the background". Some of the team mates were trying to insert a foreign object, resembling a Plastic Dildo in the rear of Ishant Sharma, while he was heard screaming for help. Mohd Shami and Bhuvanesh Kumar enjoyed the pretty sight and also sent a video to B Vinay Kumar. Vinay Kumar in return replied with a huge Smiley and Message "Now that Karnataka has won Ranji and Ishant Sharma is smashed all round the park, I am COMING to the rescue".
MSD was heard crying and talking to him was his friend Kohli. MSD was heard saying "Saala Keeping bhi main hi karu, field bhi main hi set karu, captaincy bhi main hi karu aur upar se Team Haar gaya to gaali bhi main hi khau" to which Kohli replied, ""M****c*d, "B****d" and even a Maa ka B****a".

The pain heard in the voice of players was short lived when Shashank Manohar emailed to Suresh Raina on the IPL Auction Dates. Players were soon elated and very happy. They have infact contacted their CA`s back in India to find out 150 ways to spend their Hard earned IPL Money.

Loneliness

Not sure if everyone has goes through this phase of life, but am sure am no exception sent by God. I am a normal human, wrapped with lot of confusion and stupidly insane thoughts.

I live in dream world, either in past or in future, which is screwing up my present. Introspecting into this dreamy nature of mine, I found out that I am a loner. I have a laundry list of friends, but I dont put an extra effort to do things for them and hence they reciprocate accordingly. Life treats you in your own coin.

I ask questions to myself for which I have no answers and have no link on the source of the answers either, so this stupid mind keeps on wandering. I am of Age, wherein guys are earning, making their lives and settling down. Ask me this, you will know am actually chasing a wild goose which is not even visible, which means I don`t even know where to start from.

Optimism in me, has got extinct like a rare species of Dinosaur. Seeking that Divine intervention, that divine light. To show me the way........

Main Yahan Badalne Aaya Hoon.

Over 65 years we have been waiting for a just government. Our patience and perseverance lied in participating in those 30 and more elections, voting and choosing our representatives in the parliament. The question I raise is what has the common man got out of this? Does he deserve the treatment he is subjected to? Why is he forced to pay the govt baabu for doing his bloody job, for which the govt is as it is going to pay at the end of the month. Questions galore, answers rare.

Cut to 2011, the social-networking age. There comes a person, as simple as any simple farmer strolling down his farm in a village. He has a smile which is very honest. His intentions are clear. He is willing to give his life for his objective. He seems to be the answer for all the questions that the common man is asking all this years. He is Anna Hazare.

Lokpal movement noticed by the nation in last 15 days is a noise, that has sent tremors down the comfortable offices of corrupt officials and politicians. Yesterday, Lokpal Movement deserved its victory. But as Anna said it right, the fight has just begun.

On My march from Bandra Station to Juhu circle last week, I met a person. He was physically handicapped. His legs limped, but his intentions walked chin-up with loud thuds of confidence.

He said few words that touched my conscience. He said, "Main yahan Badalne aaya hoon". He was honest to accept that in some or the other way he had participated in corruption but today he was here, because he wanted to change. Somewhere, I deeply agreed to him. I want to thank him, but to my bad luck he escaped in the lakhs of Anna supporters before I could come back from my Soul stirring experience. How true were the words of that amazing young man. He along with lakhs have realised the real meaning of Mahatma Gandhis Words, "Be the Change, you want to see". Yes, I want to be the change, I want to see in this world. With this honest thought, I want to celebrate yesterdays success, but it pains to see a major section of media trying to question the ways and methods adopted by IAC during this movement. Why do they want to demean the efforts of honest people?

"Kachra ho to hum jhaadu uthate hai, yeh nahi dehte ki jhaadu kaun si hai-kaha se aayi hai-kisne banayi hai, kyunki hamari zarurat hoti hai Safai, Kisi bhi keemat par Safai". I want to clean my lawn(country), so I am not only supporting Anna in his movement but I have a major buy-in into his ideologies, his transparent ways of communication,his concrete stand on things. I urge, my fellow citizens, to pay no heed to such irrelevant accusations on the "ways and means"

adopted by Team Anna. Do we ever ask, How did the government manage to win the election second time around? Do we ask, how are the ministers doubling their wealth every five years? Do we ask, why is most learned politician in the country made into a dummy PM?. We don't do that, because we don't know whom to go and ask and we doubt if we could ever get an honest answer. All we can do, is protest. And in this protest no one can tell us what Gun we need to choose, what ammunition is allowed. Its our WAR and we have made the rules. Today's generation knows it all, it see things black and white, judges people in and out. So we know whats right and whats wrong. If this governments hearing has been impaired by corruption, we have chosen to make the Lokpal noise. Hence I request everybody to always be there, with your full support , because its our movement, the people`s movement.

If I want to change this Governments methods of functioning, get it right on track and make our nation a first class nation to live-in.The answer is within me. I will be the change, I want to see.

Maqsad

Woh kya hai?, Jo muje sukkon dilayega.
Who kya hai?, Jo main samaj ko de paunga
Sawalon ke Jawab dhoondta hoon main.
Kyunki, Muje Pata Nahi Mera Maqsad kya hai.

Uss behte Jharne ko dekke hairaan hoon.
Behna aur Barasna Saalon se kar raha hai woh,
Pahaadon ko cheerke, Pedh-pattiyo ko gud-guddake chalta jaa raha hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai.

Uss Chup-Chap si Behti Hui Hawa ko dekke hairan hoon main.
Chattano ko Takrakar, Apna Hausla aur buland karta hai woh,
Jeev-Jantu ko Pran deta hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai

Woh nukkad ka Bargad, Mujse 250 saal bada hai,
Aankdo pe jao, to shayad mere par-dada se bhi bada hai,
Par Aaj bhi Chaya dena nahi bhula hai Woh,
Uski god mein ek aadmi roj sota hai, bargad ji chaon mein uska ghar hai,
Wahi par bagal mein, Ek aurat Khilone bechti hai,
Sabko Sambalna aur apne beliyon ke neeche jageh deta hai woh,
Shaayad use pata hai yahi uska Maqsad kya hai.

Hey Prabhu, tujhse ek Binti hai,
Muje bhi kisi din bata de Mera Maqsad kya hai.
Har ek Manushya ka Janm hua hai kaam karne ke liye,
Aur main uss din ke intezaar main hoon,
Us dinka, Jis din muje pata chal jaaye,
Mera Maqsad Kya hai.

Chori ka Stationary

I had flicked a fruit from the vendor disguising my little hands amongst the shouting women, when i was 5, before I could relish on the fruit my mom noticed my theft and she tactfully returned that flicked fruit back with an explanation to avoid any embarrassment. I was reasoned first and thrashed next when i was unreasonable, however the thrill of flicking always stayed with me, you can say that was my darker side.

Cut to my degree college. I was always the back-bencher, who was very lazy to plan and organize his own things. The result of which was days when i did not carry my essentials. Some times it was the book and many-a-times it was STATIONARY. I borrowed them at days and returned them back after use. But this was just the beginning.

Cut to my Masters college. I was still the back-bencher, this time more lazier to do his own things. But with this years of studying, I had grown smarter. I borrowed STATIONARY, here too but never returned them.

My Modus Operandi was simple, as soon i entered the class, I use to scan through my bag for book and STATIONARY. The Book was my poor friend, who helped me in all my lectures, he always struggled for a identity(i used him for all my subjects). My bag was so unorganised that I didnt find a pen everytime i searched, it happened with a 100% success rate.

My immediate reaction was written all over my face. With a sincere-request-wala-expression I asked for the STATIONARY from my friends. They gave it to me relentlessly without questioning my shameless intent, because i never returned those pens. My sweet story was short-lived. These friends of mine, discoverred my modus operandi and exposed me in public. I was tagged as "STATIONARY-Chor", so much to the extent that every time those friends were searching for their lost stuff, my bag was the place to look for.

Today when i am done with MBA, i can think is of those days. I know "Chori Karna Paap Hai, par yaaro pen chori karne me jo maja hai, woh kisime nahi". Miss you friends and Thank you for letting me flick your pens :) :) :)

Funny Bouts

For the people of Mumbai small fights and petty quarells are never a new thing. We notice them day in and day out. Mumbai lives a very fast paced life. You tend to wonder at times why, but people at mumbai are always on the move. Nothing can stop us, not even Qasab`s AK-47.

Local trains are Mumbai`s life-line, the hustle-bustle and rush at local trains is sometimes irritating but many a times entertaining, atleast for me :P . In all this years of travelling through these massive engineering marvels(read-Local Trains), I have noticed innumerable fights among people. Let me share a few....

Bout no. 01
If i remember it correctly, the day was 2`nd October(Gandhi jayanti). I was travelling to meet my girl. In my compartment, there got in a guy who was drunk and was stinking so badly that we felt we would die to death out of that stink. He was murmurring on his own and rest passengers were least botherred. A old man was in front of this drunken hero. This Drunken hero starting raising questions on Mahatma Gandhiji`s work and contribution towards Indian freedom struggle and in his drunken state he unknowingly abused gandhiji too. The old man was a true gandhian. he felt objected and yelled to the drunken-hero to shut-up his mouth. But our hero was not ready to listen, he infact increased the scale of abusing. The Old man was furious to the core and he thought of taken matters to his hand. He pushed the drunken man out of the train on the next station and got down with him. All of a sudden we noticed that old man was beating this drunken-hero. The train left in 15 seconds. But we could hear the old man yelling at drunken hero, the question he raised " @#$A%%^$#, Kai kela aahes tu deshasathi"( A swear in marathi and then "what have you done for our country"). My train moved and I smiled. If i was a cheerleader, i would have cheered for the old man. Go Oldy Go!!!

Bout No. 02
This one fight was the comediest of all. The reason this fight started was Rs. 3.50/-. Yes, it cant get sillier than this. As usual this fight involved two men, one being the owner of a neighbouring STD booth and the other being a semi-literate Customer. This STD booth is bang opposite to my office. Its so near that we can easily hear conversations happening at that booth, and if its a fight whose not interested. On that day, I saw this customer coming out of the booth, he was to pay Rs. 3.50/- for the telephone call he made. The owner readily asked for it as the system generated a bill for the call made. The customer apparently objected on the fact that he did not hear the voice on the other side of the call, which accordng him was a "No Call". The customer refused to pay and as usual we had a agitated owner. The owner held the customer by the collar of his shirt and gave him a nice dhamki, "Better pay or else". The customer said something which had all the by-standers and onlookers in splits, he(customer) had a serious expression to ask a silly question, "Now, will you fight with me?". Wether that was a question or an offer, i still wonder but what i remember is the customer had to pay the amount and we onlookers had a hearty laugh.

Bout No. 03
This happened yesterday on the Mulund railway station between A man who was in his late thirtes(oldy) and a College student. This oldy was apparently pushed by the student. It happens in Mumbai, the trains are croudier than u expect and many a time u have to push people to board or alight the train. I suspect the student must have pushed this oldy to alight the train as the train stops for less than 15 seconds on one particular station and all the boarding and alighting has to be done in this 15 seconds. I wonder how lakhs of commuters regulary do this day in and day out.
The push agitated the oldy he turned around to abuse the student. The student gave him a fitting reply. Oldy was furious, he pushed the student back. The student came back and pushed the oldy harder. Oldy, like a hindi film hero, quickly kept his plastic bag down, removed his spex and watch and kept it inside. We onlookers were thrilled to witness a nice bout. Then after doing all this nakhra the oldy got into fisticuffs business. He tried to push the student back in true Akhada-Kushti style. The fun began for us. Apparently the oldy was a foot shorter than the student and the student was well built too. The Oldy like a kusthi-pehelwaan started to push the student which he could not. To add to the oldy`s embarassment was he could not over power the student. The student started his act by now, he started pushing the oldy. The scene resembled a catholic wedding as if the Bride and Bride-groom are doing their wedding jive. we laughed our lungs out as no one was actually hitting the other party. They were pushing each other here and there like small children fighting for a ball. The end came in the form of two old men. They interferred and pushed both these Tyson`s aside.

Enjoy!!!

Mr. God - Thanks a Lot

I dedicate this post to my old friend, Mr.God.

Let me introduce you to Mr.God. Mr.God is a person whom I have never seen, met or felt, but still we talk almost daily. Though, we talk less frequently now.

I am not a atheist,but still I don't frequent temples. I firmly believe god is somewhere within us and today I am going to thank that spirit within me whom I call as Mr. God. From the days I was young, I have memories of having conversation with Mr. God. I always called for him or rather his help only when I was in deep trouble. I must say that I am a mean guy.
I have called him when I didn't do my homework at school, when I didn't complete my assignments at college or when I didn't complete a task at work. Which meant that, I will only remember him when I have a issue to be handled and Mr.God never answered me upright. He gave me clues. He gave me that share of luck to escape from crunch situations. He gave me that support from within, which I needed the most.

Today the world is uncertain. Nothing seems to be clearly visible. Future seems to be grim and dark. But I am confident that with you being within me I can fight all the odds. The task you have today for me, is to fuel my spirits, keep the tank full always and am sure I`ll never ever let you down.

I consider myself as lucky to have such nice people surrounding me, be it my close family or be it my close friends. I have never been in mess for long because you keep some one or the ready to bail me out of that mess. If the issue is with a friend, u send another friend as an angel. I sometimes wonder you work 24/7 only for safeguarding me. Hence, I ascertain you today as my best buddy. I do not know how to pay you back hence the best I can do is smile. I will make a attempt to keep all the people happy who love me and who care for me.

Thank you Mr. God!!!!!,

Oooops!!! Sorry, Thank You, Buddy....