The innocent!

This is a story I wrote.. rather I had to write as an assignment in one of my courses to earn some marks... I don't know how it will fare .. but I am posting it here.. coz I am the boss at this place.. i can post any kind of crap i want..i am sorry for the lauguage I used here.. as this was supposed to be a SMS novel.. so the similer language is used..

tanmay is a sftwre profesionl employed in a big MNC based in gurgn..was leadin a hapy life n had a big big netwrk on social ntwrkin sites ... once he met a girl on one of such sites n she grabed his attentn... she began the talk n ws talkin so swetly tht he cud nt resist.. she tld tht she's livin in d sme city in a slitely b'kwrd area n tht her dad is vry ill.. n she is prepring for an engg. entrnc exam...

tammy felt quit impressed by her n wnted to talk mor .. bt she hd to go... he strted waitin 4 her at d sme time daily.. n she met again aftr a week .. told him abt her wherabouts...

vry soon.. he strted sharin very personal matters 2 her.. n felt releaved by talkin 2 her..

hopin tht she 2 wud be thinkin d sme 4 him lik he does 4 her.. e askd her to meet smwhre.. she ws mor thn hapy to hear dis 4m him... n dey decidd on d nxt weekend .. followin 3 days wer d longest in his lif...

on d D-day.. he gt ready in his most fab. dres n left,... thinkin abt her.. as expected of galz.. she came l8 juzz by n hour.. bt wen he saw her... all d wait seemed 2 b worth.. she was helluva beau..

dey did wat dey do on a date..n d separation in d eve ws d tufest part of d day 4 him.. bt d weekend ws owsome..

d feelin of such an owsum weekend remained juzz 4 a week .. as den came d next weekend.. d next meet.. next level of 2gatehrness... next feelin of intimacy...

as d weeks passd by.. he ws gradully shiftin 2 a parallel world ..where he ws livin wid her.. no one else!!! she ws everythin 4 him now..

one day.. he got a call 4m her cell.. tht she's been kidnapped.. n he wil have to deliever som papers 4m his dad.. as he is nt abl to walk...

he rushd.. n rushd lik hell.. grabd d paket 4m her dad.. ran to the mall.. wher he was suposed 2 deliver..

hurriedly.. he enterd d mall.. went 2 d restrau.. sat on d tble mentiond by d kidnapr... left d paket dere... n left... n aftr dat kept tryin her phon.. bt neva got through....

in d eve.. he heard a police siron in d street...

d mall he went to ..in d afternoon.. ws blasted.. CCTV futage showd him entrin wid d paket n leavin widout..

he told d police .. abt d girl.. her dad.. bt no one cud be traced by her cell no. n at d adres he told..

all ws gone.. he's on remand .. n she is prbly... talkin sweet to smone else.. in anoder city.. anoder place... anoder ntwrkin site... or may b d same!!!

the last trip!

This must be the most concise outing anyone can ever had.. I, with five of my closest friends at IIT, pondered on the map with a lens. The purpose: to look for the places to go for this extended weekend. We started with Leh-Ladakh and 10 people to go; came down to Dharamshala- Mc'leodgunj with 8 people to go; further narrowed down to Amritsar and still 8 people to go with and finally, on the eve of the D day, decided on Agra- Fatehpur Sikri and now, with only six of us left. Though only one of the group members was in full mood of globe-trotting, all of us reluctantly agreed to go. The sentiment of the last trip of college life was seriously touching.

Finally, after all the delays that one could make in his lifetime, we left for the our destination with Rs. 400 (collectively) in real currency terms and were relying on the plastic money, The ATMs!

Auto wala bhaiya was stopped near an ATM as we were to withdraw some money to avail the trip but thanx to the RBI's new rule, all the networks, of all the banks were down in order to make the services available for free to all users at ATMs of all banks.

That was the real blow! None of the ATM was found working and that caused a U-turn to our recently started trip to Agra. Ashamed, aghast, cheated. enjoyed.. cheered, we headed back to the hostel, had the morning tea at sasi and silently, with a long smile on the face and the thinking of what others-who saw us leaving-would say, entered the hostel. As soon as we entered our rooms, we just bursted into laughter, made fun of each other and termed it the best trip we had ever had. No matter how short the trip was, we enjoyed it a lot and it became unforgettable in our memories for the time immemorial. Thanks my lovely pals and of course a special thanks to indian banking!!!

detective ghajini..a shot to acting.. :P

after a long time.. got to do something interesting.. last week.. shot a short movie for interhostel movie making competition..
the theme of the movie was "spoof".. script was written by Raj kapoor Nigam... who also played the protagonist.. a detective n I played his assistant...(I committed a crime of looking at the camera.. but being a novice n no rehearsals done.. I beg your pardon for that).. as is the culture of my hostel.. it all started just one day beore the submission deadline,.. so every scene was shot just once.. all artists.. tried to do justice to their role though.. editing was done by RKN again.. a good work .. kudos to him.. good cinematography by R. Karan.. n thanx to Tafazzul hussain.. for special appearance.. not to forget Shivam Tripathi.. who also had is scenes but waere shown editor's scissors..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EiFqwX1HWQI&eurl=http://www.orkut.co.in/FavoriteVideos.aspx?uid=9729378111585079751

the thing called job!!!

I am 23 and haven’t tasted success in my life yet. The time has come when the people of my age around the world are making big. People like Usain Bolt, Saina Nehwal, Somdev Devvarman, Dev Patel, Asin… are some of the few names that represent my generation and their success in their respective fields is a clear indication that my generation has arrived at the doors this village called world and is going to decide the direction the direction the world will take in the next 30-40 years. It really feels great to be the part of the elite group that is supposed to play an important role in the developments in various fields of corporate and administrative importance. This feeling, in a way, puts more responsibility on my shoulders. But I find myself as a failure when I look around just to see that every one out there has got a direction to move on. Some have got a fat paid job, some have almost made it to best B-schools available in India, and some rare ones have done both. It seems that the race we all were preparing for since last 3 years has already been won by some with me still standing at the starting point counting on my Gods of fortunes.
But like every coin this one too has its flip side. During all this period of cut-throat competition I did a good thing that was quite quenching in the times high stress and tension….. I made friends. Probably this is the best asset I have made during my four years stay here. A friendship that is above all kind of competitions, tensions and stress of the external world, where one can find refuge for mental peace. And that is this friendship due to which I have been able to feel the same emotions as my one of my best friends must be feeling when he got a job offer last week. I personally have never known how it feels when you get the very first job offer of your life but I think the feeling will not be much different from what I felt at that point of time. So, I think all those tough talks regarding job and all become immaterial and finally what matters are how many friends you made and not how many dollars you earned.
I dedicate this post to shivam and congratulate him for his success. May you be able to fulfill all your dreams… and I m sure u will…. U rock man!!!

happy new year...

"ek koshish.." wishes al its readers a very happy and prosperous new year... may this year brings you all the happiness and joy you want.. and may you flourish like blossoms in the garden of god... CHEERS!!



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