Potpourri !!!

Potpourri

Today one of my friends asked me to help him in his infatuation... Sorry yaar I am calling it an infatuation because it’s not luv and that you will realize later on. Anyway the article is not about your infatuation or the so called attraction, its all about proposing someone and not getting a negative reply, so that ur heart don’t break into pieces. So here is the Potpourri for a perfect love :

Let’s take an example, now the example includes some characters and I will have to use some names too. How about Raj or Aryan or Rahul, the famous Shahrukh Khan characters. Nice Right?? Ok let’s take Rahul. And as usual Rahul saw this girl Anjali, Who is working in the same company with Rahul. They met each other during their project days and mailed-msged each other frequently.And since Rahul was a dumb fellow, he thought he is in love with Anjali. And went and proposed her. The result was dum dum dum...

Now the result was pretty obvious. Since Anjali had plenty of choices around her and never thought Raj will be such a dumb guy to propose her, she rejected his proposal. Now the question
arises "Is there anyway Raj could hav done much better? " So that the result will be different.mmmm...Yup!! I will say yes!! there is a sure shot way to success. Want to know what it is…….

Ok !!!! Here it goes from the vast experience of my friends and ofcourse mine .......

See the thing is you cannot fall in love in a month or two. It takes time. You will have to understand the person completely. You will have to spend time with that person, will have to maintain a very close and friendly relationship.It takes time to understand each other. Now the Q is how much time ?? mmmmmm........an year or two !!! But the thing is after all this you will come to know that whether she has got any crush on someone else or not, If "No" , the path is clear for you buddy (no matter how much she luvs her parents....).Just go and propose her. she will not say NO!!! why ?? either she loves u or she don't want to break your heart. Whatever it is...... the end result matters.... If “Yes”…then Rakhi zindabad..or use the popular number suggested by one of my friend..just say “Didi darr gayi !!! “
So have a nice time.........
At the end of the day ..what u need is a girl who loves you more than anyone else in the world….So enjoy
If you think you hav got a better idea ...then ......reply

Veteran of Fiasco

Veteran of Fiasco

I feel proud when I say I am a veteran of fiasco. Victory has always eluded me. I have got the ability of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. I know the art of achieving failure.

Each and every failure has encouraged me like never before, by amplifying the desire to taste the success. I have always enjoyed working assiduously for the nectar.

I was never a good chess player and loses were fairly consistent. Once in a blue moon I won matches and that too when I played against kids or truly naïve guys, who doesn’t even know how to spell chez. But my successful failures never disappointed me.

My school chess team captain was my best friend that’s why I was a member of that team. And we always won the team matches by 4-1, that 1 belongs to me. Being a senior guy and some one who was willing to spend money on frequent sports tour, getting into college chess team was pretty easy. But I never won a single match. There were always some excuses for the failures like I got black pieces very often; I was having some tension because of some family problem; I was not able to hold the coins because I forget to cut my nails; the opponent was a psycho and the list goes on. But the crystal clear truth is I don’t know how to play this game.

Yesterday I participated in a Chess Championship. The coordinator of the tournament gave us basic instructions. For my satisfaction, it was not a knock out tournament and we were supposed to play 7 matches. The total duration for the game was one and a half hours. After that the game was going to be decided based on clocks. I always wanted to play with clocks but, never got an opportunity, because my game never survived till the end of scheduled timings.

The tournament was flagged off, but I was still waiting for my opponent to come. There was all possibility of him not turning up and in that case I would have been awarded with the points. I was watching the game which was being played at the table next to me. The white gave a perfect start with 1 e4, in reply black played 1e6. I thought it was a great opportunity for white to intrude into opponent’s area by playing 2e5. But the guy never played that and the game went on. I thought the guy was really a dumb; he missed the opportunity of gaining the initial momentum. And I started looking at other games. All were looking tensed, thinking their next move, the scene was amazing. And then for my surprise my opponent came. He had a big chess board with him and the coins were as big too. We placed the board on the table and started placing our coins. I am too superstitious about placing the coins; I think the person who finish placing his coins first, wins the game. And I won that little battle. We shook our hands and I wished him all the best (while doing this I kept my fingers crossed). I was ready for my move, the perfect 1e4. His reply was pretty fast, a 1e6. I really got surprised when I saw that move, just a moment before I was watching the same move at the table next to me. Now I got the opportunity of playing 2e5. Till this moment, I was totally concentrating on my game. I have no idea what happened afterwards. The game got finished in 30 minutes. Actually it took him this much time because I wasted some time counting the number of squares in the chessboard, looking at the beautiful girl sitting far across the room and of course taking breaks whenever I got messages or calls from my friend. But, I never allowed him to say checkmate, before that itself I gave him a handshake and withdrew.

For me it wasn’t a new thing. I am always prepared for such failures. I have got an excuse for this failure too –‘The guy was a brilliant player and I don’t know how to play this game’. Today I have got another match. And again I hope I win this match. Even if I win this match I won’t edit this article. Because I am not winner, I am a veteran of fiasco. Who knows how to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

A Beautiful Dream......

A Beautiful Dream…….

You never know when someone becomes a priority in your life when you are mere an option in their. You keep on dreaming about them all day and night even when you know that they don’t even know your name. You constantly go back to them, even when you know you have got no place in their world. You keep on telling them how much you love them thinking one day they will give you a positive response. When ever they say NO you try to find a lame excuse for such a negative result. Your brain stops working, you don’t even listen to your friends. You keep on searching for the thing which is not there and you know very well about this more than anyone else. That’s what is called as lying to oneself. You hope that one day they will come back. And that’s once again is a dream, which is never going to be true. A life without them seems to be impossible and that’s when you think of the worst solution. Even that’s not going to affect them. Keep on waiting for the person. Keep on waiting for a positive response. Keep on finding lame excuses for their NO. And of course keep on dreaming, coz that’s something which they cannot stop you from…….

Miss you a lot...

Miss you a lot !!!

Mom will never send me any e-mails. Why?? Because she doesn’t know how to use a computer.
I always wanted to teach her,but she never wanted to learn for a simple reason: if she knew how to operate one, she will have to do my projects too.

I regularly visited my native place during summer vacations. And I never took a single study material with me during my trip. Summer vacation for me was an occasion to meet my cousins, to roam around with them, to do backstrokes in the beautiful river, to climb trees, to direct various skits and dramas, to play antakshri and of course to eat those delicious mangoes.

We used to get back at least a day before the first day of school. And then starts the real trouble, I used to spent around half a day watching Sunday movies and cartoons. Mom will constantly enquire about my homework. I used to tell her that it’s just a small piece of work and I have finished almost all. In the evening I start searching for my books and try to find the small bit of paper where I had written the entire summer home work syllabus. And mostly I don’t get that. Then what?? There is always a way ….I rush to the nearby geeks' house because they usually finish their homework before the summer holidays and they finish the whole syllabus during summer vacation. Completely geek…aren’t they?? It gets almost dark when I get back home. I start doing the big junk of workload one by one. As the night passes it seems that the work is never going to finish and the possibility of getting punished by my teachers seems not at all far fetched. And then comes the real hero of our story, a tiny and most beautiful droplet, whom we popularly call “tears”. Until this moment mom closely watches me, after seeing tears in my eyes the whole scenario changes. She just hugs me and says not to cry. We divide the work among ourselves and start doing the home work one by one. The best thing about this is, her handwriting is exactly like mine, so no problems there. Within couple of hours my home work gets over. And of course my tension gets over. I promise my mom that I won’t repeat this again. But it’s a vicious cycle and the same thing happens when the next summer vacation comes.

And that’s why my mom will never learn how to use a computer. I can bet if she knew how to use it, she would have finished my projects way before deadlines and which would have been completely bug free. Mom you are the best. Miss you a lot. I know you will still find some way to help me out if the hero comes back again.

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School days were the best days of my life. I hardly missed any classes while I was in school. I felt holidays were a lot boring. The daily routine for these 12 years of my academics were consistent.
Mom used to woke me up by 6 o’clock with a bed tea. After that with a tinge of laziness in the air I wandered inside the house trying to figure out what exactly I am supposed to do next. Then strikes the most familiar voice into my ears,” Get dress…hardly 5 minutes left…you will miss your school bus “. And during the next 5 minutes of hurry burry, mom asks a lot of questions, enquiring about my pencil box, handkerchief, Tiffin box, watch and all the items that I used to forget now and then. Sometimes I hurried so much that I hardly listened to what she was saying. The one and the most common question was “Did you take your lunch box?” I always wondered why she is so particular about my lunch. The same question was asked by one more person, any guesses?? My school teacher. Of course in a different style, she used to ask, “You forget to bring your homework notebook…mmm... Did you forget to bring your lunch box today?” But the question was absurd. I was responsible for doing my homework and bringing my homework notebook, it was no way related to my lunch box coz the latter was prepared by my mom and she never forgets that. Not a single day in my life I heard her saying that she forget to prepare food. For me, my lunch box was always there at the table, I never tried to find out how much effort did mom put daily in making those delicious food items.
In school we used to sit in a circle and share our lunch. For the next half an hour we used to discuss a lot of things starting from sports then moving on to movies, cursing our teachers and trying to show how much we knew about each and every topic. But we never appreciated the food that we were having at that moment. For us it was the usual stuff, which we had to put into our mouth while chit chatting. Sometimes I used to forget to have my lunch while doing my homework or assignment work during the lunch break. And the whole lunch was wasted. In a way it was not only the lunch but also the love and affection that I used to waste.
On Sundays, routines were a bit different. I used to wake up by 7 o’clock and the day started with cursing Rangoli for showing black and white songs. After that I again go back to bed and try to finish my remaining dreams. For my surprise, mom never used to tell me what to do on holidays because she thought it was time for me to enjoy a bit after the hectic weekdays. For her the weekdays and weekends were same. No holiday for her, all 365 or sometimes 366 days were working days for her. She never took any rest.
I still remember, whenever I used to go on a “bhuk hartal” because of my stubbornness, she used to cry and used to call me again and again for lunch. Today it’s a Sunday. I am still on bed; I have got no more dreams to finish off. I don’t want to get up. I am feeling too lazy to make the same noodles as breakfast. I will get up by 2 o’clock and probably skip my breakfast and if possible lunch also. Now I know how difficult it is to make different and delicious food daily. I want mom to call me again, but I can’t hear her anymore. I still think all this is a dream and she is still there somewhere around. I close my eyes again and again just finish this never ending dream. I just want to open my eyes and find mom in front of me. I just want to stop dreaming.