Ek aur lau jndgi ki kyun bhuji mere maula...

NOTE: I might get a little too emotional, so if you don’t like emotions and sentiments, please don’t read this. If you think that this is all crap and bullshit, then I request you to close the tab and do me and yourself a favour because you might easily get irritated after reading this. If you are looking for anything logical or reasonable then this is not it.

This is the only line which is coming to my mind today and for the last few days. So many lights of life are lost forever and there is nothing that we can do. It started with one blast each year, which became twice or thrice every year, going from once a month to once a fortnight and now the situation is that each and every day you are listening of a blast in some city or the other. After the Delhi blast, police sprang into action and killed and captured a few militants which gave all of us a (false??) sense of security that now the terrorists would think twice before doing such a thing again. The nation mourned over the death of Inspector Sharma but was proud that there are still such sons of soil who can be counted upon to protect us from the threat of these terrorists.
BUT, in reply what we get is blasts again in Delhi a fortnight later. Blasts in Gujarat & Maharashtra, blast in agartala and guhwati.and now yesterday blasts in mumbai. There is no cost of life these days and you should be prepared to die any day.In fact I am shocked that cities like Calcutta and Chennai haven’t still faced the brunt of these BASTARDS. For the first time in my life, I am worried about my nation, I am distraught seeing the state of my mother, the nation which has given me everything and I can’t do anything. I can just sit and shed tears and see my motherland being tottered. I am not worried about the loss of lives, though I have been lucky enough not to lose any of my closed one and I thank God for that. Our nation has suffered far greater disasters; the floods in Bihar have affected 25 million people, which is a number unimaginable for any terrorist activity.
I am terrified of the mental effect of all this, they are raping my country and she is raped again and again after each and every blast and still we can’t do anything. All that we can do is sit and watch and hope them to commit a blunder, hope for some intervention from some force above us, pray to the God above us. This is the first time in my life that I feel like crying even when there has been no personal loss. Agreed cricket matches have sometimes made me emotional to a certain extent but after all that’s a sport and you can always console yourself, but how do I console myself now?
How long are they gonna do this and why are they doing this? Please somebody go and stop them. Please talk to them, appease them, do anything possible.
Please somebody listen to my pleas, please somebody stop this; it is going out of limits. Never in my life have I wished for a Superman to exist, wish there was some Superman who could bring us out of this trouble. I don’t know about others but now I am too tired and heart broken to listen to news of any more blasts.
Can we have a Gandhi now?
How long do we have to wait for the 9th avatar of Lord Vishnu to come and save us?? Where are you, whoever you are?? If there is something powerful which seeks to maintain goodness of the society and humans. If there is some such thing or some one who answers to our notions of God. Then what is he doing? How many more exams will you take? If you keep failing the student in each and every exam then the student is bound to give up, some or the other day he is going to lose all his hope and courage and submit to defeat. I am pretty sure you don’t want that to happen to us? What is the crime of my mother? She has always been a Good Samaritan, always trying to support the weak nations, never hurting anyone. Why is it that it is always she who has to suffer?

PS: Wikipedia says “As of 2006, at least 232 of the country’s 608 districts were afflicted, at differing intensities, by various insurgent and terrorist movements.” Now what more can I say

People after getting drunk...

Just for Fun…

1. Tu to Mera bhai hai...bhai !!!

2. You know i am not drunk...

3. Gaadi mein Chalaunga...

5. Tu bura mat maann bhai...

6. Mai teri Dil Se Izzat Karta hu...

7. Abe bol daal aaj usko, aar yaa paar....

8. Aaj saali Chad nahi rahi hai kya baat hai??

9. Tu Kya samajh raha hai mujhe chad gayi hai...

10. Ye mat samajh ki peeke bol raha hu...

11. Abe yaar kahin kam to nahi padegi itnee...

12. Chhote, Ek Ek Chhota aur ho Jae...lovely waala !!!

13. Baap ko mat Sikhao…

14. Yaar magar tune mera dil tod diya...

15. Kuchh bhi hai par saala Bhai hai Apna...

16. Tu Bolna Bhai, kya chahiye...Jaan chahiye hazir hai ???

17. Abe mere ko aaj tak nahi Chadee...shart laga saala aaj tu..

18. Chal teri baat karata hoon usse, phone number de uska...

19. Saale teri bhabhie hai wo…bhabie ki nazar se dekh usko…

20. Yaar tu samjha kar.. wo tere layak nahi hai…

21. chal bhai tu kah raha hai to tere liye chodh diya usko.. aaj se wo teri…
bana issi baat par ek – ek aur peg !!!

22. Tujhe kya lagta hai chadh gayi hai... abhi ek full aur khatam kar sakta hun…

and the best one...


23. Yaar aaj uski bahut yaad aa rahi hai


And Finally...


Salla... aaj se daru band...............!!!

5 Stages of post-breakoff recovery!!!!

"U remember u told me once that there are 5 stages of each relationship...", My friend said... "Ummm...ya, I remember...", I tried recalling... "Well, not of a relationship...5 stages to get out of a rel'ship...more precisely we say 'Post-breakoff Recovery' stages", I added... "U sound like a typical software engineer...", he said...n we started laughing...I hung up the phone after a few mins and came back to room I put the headphones on and played the first song of my favorite song list...It was "Aaate jaate khoobsurat.......". I decided not to work n just think...Sometimes I want to, intentionally, get back to some memories and feel bad...I felt like goin back to those days when I used to sound like my friend...."Post-breakoff recovery period" in my language... How pathetic I was when I was moanin over my lost love...I developed the capability to cry anytime...anywhere....in college's computer lab in front of my Pc, canteen, classroom, while goin to college, on the way back to my home, in front of the mirror while looking at myself, in my room, on the dining table, while watching television... while listening to some song associated with her or her memories, in bathroom, terrace, on phone...I mean N number of places were there....I used to look at myself...pity myself n look at my helpless ex-pressions n then cry...I always thought that I can't live without her...It was really hard to imagine my life without her...I wanted to breathe but somethin was suffocating inside me...and then I drew a conclusion that I just can't survive without my first love...n its impossible to live without she being there for me.... Situations then improved a lil bit...that "Anytime....anywhere" changed into "Sometimes...at some places". I still used to cry...but only when someone asked about her...or somethin related to her...Whenever somethin took me to her memories....then I cried...n cried a lot...That time I was trying to make myself believe that she is not there and won't come back....n I should try n live without her...but I was firm on my deicison of being single...Yes, I used to say those typical hindi movie dialogues -- "Now I won't fall in love again...I just can't...she was the one for me...my first love was my last love...now I can't imagine myself with neone else...blah...blah...." Time passed...I tried hard and learnt to live without her...I started smiling now...I started concentrating on my studies...Best part was that now I cud think of other things also....I again started goin out with friends...though I still used to feel that pinch...but I was much better....I stopped crying over the lost love...A new conclusion was drawn......she was not my someone special...It was a mistake..... (but whose mistake .. mine no.. her .. not at all) Finally after two years of self-analysis and after two years of fighting session with my own feelings and emotions, I realized that I've stopped feeling anythin for her...no pain...no bad feelings for her...no frustration...nothin...Neutral...ya, this is the right word...just "Neutral"...It was like any other experience of life...What I cud recall was that it was a bad experience....that is it...I mean at some point of time u reach a state where u feel bad just because u shud....May be this was the reason I decided to move on with my life....I recollected the pieces of my shattered dreams and started building a new one....Yes, I made myself believe that this is not the end and that it is okay to fall in love all over again...n that there is someone for me....n I'll find her.. one day... And now.....if I think about my sufferings...the time when I felt suffocated to the extent of dying...when I used to cry for a person who just forgot me as if I had no existence....moaning for someone who cud think of a life without me....n who was the one to take this decision...then it simply brings a smile on my face that I cud be so childish....how cuds he do this....n how cud I...how cud I cry for her...Yes it hurts...I know it hurts....but u r the one to decide the intensity of the pain u shud feel...n if u don't have any control over it, u can only smile on urself after a few years....the way I do...One shud have that sense of maturity to decide if at all is it worth to cry over the relationship u lost...Well neways....So, after goin thru all this, I, finally came to a conclusion that each of us undergo these stages after a break off...whether he/she agrees to this or not...Yes, I can say that there are 5 stages u go thru after the break off...before u finally come out of the rel'ship completely... 1. You'll feel intense pain....as if u're dying...n u won't see any solution to this other than cryin over it... 2. You still feel the pain but a lil less than before....but u're at least able to breathe now.... 3. You feel better with a lil pinching pain in ur heart somewhere...you suddenly remember that there are other ppl in ur life...n u used to have a few ambitions or dreams in ur life...what abt giving due consideration to them? 4. You just remember that person's name and that u ppl were close at times...bf-gf...but now...u just have to prefix an "ex" before it...n u don't feel any problem in doin the same...Ya, may be it wud have been better to be with him/her for rest of ur life but THATS OKAY!!! Lets Move on!!! 5. You have now developed that resistance power...you can even smile over it...you take it as any other experience in life...n u just don't feel anythin abt it...I mean abt the person(not the rel'ship)...."Anything" means "Absolutely Nothing!!!" Ppl may disagree with what I said...everyone has his/her own perceptions....but u know what...u may change the language but order of execution will remain same...n everyone has to go thru all these stages...knowingly  or unknowingly....This is what I call  "5 stages of Post-breakoff recovery" in my language....

Sardar's Doubt....

Genuine Question. Isn't?????

Height of Frustration

HEIGHT OF FRUSTRATION

Another chapter closes... Good Bye DADA :(

Sourav ganguly: GOD of OFF SIDE

Sourav Ganguly walked off into the sunset on Monday after more than a decade in international cricket. His last Test innings may have ended with a duck, a la Sir Don Bradman. But in a career marked by many a controversy, he will be remembered as a captain and a batsman extraordinaire. A tribute to one of India’s most charismatic cricketers.

Some felt he couldn't play the bouncer, others swore that he was God on the off-side; some laughed at his lack of athleticism, others took immense pride in his ability to galvanise a side. Sourav Ganguly's ability to polarise opinion led to one of the most fascinating dramas in Indian cricket. Yet, nobody can dispute that he was India's most successful Test captain - forging a winning unit from a bunch of talented, but directionless, individuals - and nobody can argue about him being one of the greatest one-day batsmen of all time.

Gangles was fun. Every now and then a fellow feels like tearing off his shirt and waving it around like Mick Jagger with a microphone. Of all places, Sourav Ganguly responded to the urge at Lord's, holiest of cricketing holies. So much for decorum. He might as well have burped in St Paul's. Every now and then a fellow feels an insult coming on. Ganguly was rude to Steve Waugh, captain of all Australia, the mightiest foe of them all. So much for deference.

Adios to ganguly.... The nation will always cherish your memories..... 

Thats Why i didn't fall in love.....

Classic LOVE STORIES of my era...

ROMEO AND JULIET

in the end both died.

TITANIC

LEONARDO DICAPRIO dies due to cold water

QAYAMAT SE QAYAMAT TAK

Aamir commits suicide as Juhi dies of a gun shot.....so both dies..


and my friends asks me " Dheeraj, WHY DONT YOU FALL IN LOVE". Strange na...