Friday 20 December 2013

Suicide-Surely Not An End!!!

Suicide a seven letter word which can bring an end to the exotic series of fun, love, respect and responsibility. Life to humans is not something that happened ‘ainvayi’, it’s a gift, gift of God and we as humans have no right to alter with it or to end it for our Loss or Gain.
You must have seen conferences and people speaking on public platform for the cure of AIDS and Cancer, but no one, absolutely no one ever spoke for/on Suicide, given Suicide is anonymous and you are the only one who can help. Before committing suicide just for once, stand, stop, wait and think ‘Is this it’ or ‘I should give life another chance’, because Life is a chance no one ever regains.
People write Suicidal notes, which according to law is the Evidence, but is nothing more than an Explained Excuse.
*Attachment- 29% of Suicides these days are committed because of failure in relationships. People either hang themselves from fan or take poison to bring an end to the series of extreme pleasure with few bitter experiences, just because they were unable to enamor an incompetent lover. Next time you decide to end your life just because someone doesn’t approve of your love, remember you are your best lover, if you can’t Love yourself, then nobody else will love you.
A strong person left by his first love will never sit back and repent, he will stand, challenge the world and will find someone more beautiful, deserving and will live happily ever after—(Paulo Coelho).
*Career- Manager’s Lad committed suicide as he was unable to cope up with his Parents expectation. No parent is so stiff that their child’s cry will not make them rethink or reconsider their expectation. Coming forward and asking your Parents for one more chance is way easier than leaving them to repent and cry on your corpse.
*Monitorial Loss- No loss is bigger than loss of Hope. Even if you have suffered an enormous loss in business doesn’t mean you have lost everything, you still have you and your strength and capabilities.
Remember—‘If you have made it large once, you can make it huge for 100 more times’.
The ones who are Raped, thinks it’s better to die and bring an end to a life of shame; Least they are aware of the fact—‘Committing suicide never eases the pain, it actually deepens the wounds’.
If they decide to fight, it is obvious hundreds will oppose and obstruct her but once her conscience is proved strong then thousands and may be millions of them will help her in her Endeav
or for Justice and Respect.
When you decide to die, you make yourself a criminal, you make your parent’s life, a life of guilt. They will always find themselves amputated because you were not merely a child but a part of their soul too.
Loss in business and in relationships are inevitable, you can’t convince the economist or someone beautiful either to plan according to you or to love you, but you can surely go through everything silently and come up as Strong and Beautiful, next everyone will praise and love you.
This world is omnibus and infiltrated, people will make promises with enthusiasm and break them silently. Love will come into your life and will mend your ways, beautiful people will enamor and destroy you.
What will take you towards Happiness is You, Strong You. Let you be the only controller of your life. However Exquisite and Desirable one may be don’t let them disrespect your dignity. Do fall in Love, take risk, Enjoy Success and taste failure but be an Optimist and Be Strong, because when you decide to hang yourself even Gravity fails.


Tuesday 17 December 2013

Being Sixteen...

One beautiful morning when you wake up in your heavily cushioned bed you will have a sense of freedom and excitement. Now things like politics will start making sense to you. Things like gel and fancy clothes will become your priority because a world out there is waiting to judge and criticize you.
These days being sixteen is more about Tuition, Friendship and Relationships.
I remember-
I was writing my Maths board paper the day I turned Sixteen.  How was I? When I was Sixteen? A Nerd?? Not really but, Yeah! I was working hard to score a century in Maths board paper, however I fell prey to nervous nineties with a score of 92. It’s not that I was very good at studies or very meticulously I read my course, it was the easy CBSE pattern that helped me to score a decent percentage (It was 2009; grade system was yet to destroy the results and the value of CBSE Xth board).

Life was easy and normal when I was sixteen. I was a normal school going guy, whose biggest passion was  a hero bicycle (earned in legacy from elder brother) and a Nokia phone, UPA 2 was yet to produce world’s biggest scams, life as a boy was cool and as a teenager was exciting. At 16, your physical maturity is not something Juvenile, the hormones inside you, makes you trepid ate for more and more physical pleasure, everyone goes through this. What generally comes to our rescue at such age is Friends, friends are the one who will lent you, yours first porn CD and mind it your friends are the one who will decide what your morals will be. Age 16 is dangerous, we are neither mature nor Juvenile, we are actually confused  and to us everyone else seems Dumb and Overprotective.
Being Sixteen is fun; Parents start trusting your capabilities, you are allowed to go out for parties with friends.
Being Sixteen you will fall for the cutie from the first row or for the stern girl who sits beside you, reluctantly you will try to enamor her, if lucky, you will receive positive response and suddenly you will find your world going magical.
If unlucky, you will get a negative response, you will start hating her face, you will try to bring disrespect to her name and things will go wrong.
Parents-
At the Age of Sixteen-
They fervor a fear that you will be misguided by a wrong circle of Friend.
Your late night calls and chats will give them goose bumps, they have been through heart breaks too and they don’t want you to go through the trauma of love.  It’s as simple as that Parents are the one who breach regulations in our life, not for their Fun but for our Safety and Security, but at the age of 16 it is very difficult to Understand.
They obstruct us on every choice we make, they make us skeptical about our friends, they acknowledge our every good move and criticize every wrong move of ours, with this emancipated behavior of them, we start developing an innocuous hatred for our parents.
What we can or should do is- Go through all this, these things are inevitable, one day when you turn twenty or enough mature to understand your DAD, you will realize, Who was Right and Who was Wrong. You will realize, age sixteen was not merely about Love and Friendship but it was about trauma, Jealousy, Addiction, Failure and Lust.
When we are sixteen, we are like the immature egg, any external force can break us but the warmth of our Parents will mould us into chicken.
As a Tip- Take as much warmth/heat(read Facilities) form your parents and turn out to  be a Chicken, don’t let outer force like Love, Lust and Failure break you Before time.


Saturday 14 December 2013

We are so Clichéd...


This article was written for Half Baked Beans' blog and was published in my University's Monthly Newspaper too...

It was the pen-ultimate day of my school life, when I was summoned on the stage to give a Talk on School life. It was my Ted-X talk, but I was not there to speak about the paradigm that changed my life or to impart some techniques about enjoying school life to the juniors who stood there with sheer enthusiasm and primal expectation.
What I actually spoke that day was about the journey I had at the school and when I finished everyone did clap for me.
Today, after 3 long years when I look back to the D-day, I wish I would have been bit more specific about the choice of topic I made and I wish, I would have leveraged them with bit of more ‘gyan’ about life, but the irony is, I learned the things only when I came out of that school.
In school we were always coaxed to follow the clichéd pattern by teachers and by our dear parents, but when you grow up and join college you realize ‘I am so clichéd’, things like ‘out of box thinking’ will box you and your enthusiasm down leaving you alone to curse the way you lived your school life.
Remember there’s no gain in following the rules all your life and get rejected on the day of placements with a remark “We are looking for someone Unique”.

Things I wish I had known during school life: -
·       Do not Rush, Consider the options: - If I am back in school again and someone questions me about my plans; I’d say that my priority is to known what the options are.
All you need to do is discover things you like and once done with the research pursue it with full passion, because the famous quote by Steve Jobs goes like-
‘The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it’.
·       What you think and what you want are two different things: - When you pass out of your school and join college then you will feel ‘hot summer of your hometown is much soothing than the cold impassive whips of college’. Computer science engineering is not about installing windows and defragmenting unorganized files on the disk.


In school your Principal will manage things for you and after school your own Principles will take you everywhere.

Thursday 12 December 2013

Rearview-My Roadies Journey-Review.

Book- Rearview- My Roadies Journey.
Publisher- Rupa Publications.
Pages- 312.
Author- Raghu Ram.
Genre- Autobiography.

From the Jacket-
What is going on in the contestants mind? Does he admire me, respect me and hate me? Fear me? May be all of the above. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand the Roadies form that has F-k you Raghu, written all over it, I don’t understand the poster that was held up this year during the Chandigarh auditions that read, Baap toh baap hota hai. Raghu Rox, I see equal parts respect, equal parts loathing. Equal parts Raghu, equal parts the bully. There is a man tall, bald, muscular, intimidating who manages to induce terror and awe in all those who dare walk into his interrogation room. There was once a boy scrawny, weak, easily intimidated, voice unbroken at fifteen, who was bullied consistently through his childhood. This is the story of how that boy became the man he is today: part-time singer, song-writer and jammer, full-time producer, camera man and editor. Sherlock Holmes and Batman worshipper, staunch atheist with an innate fear of water and heights. This is the autobiography of the rudest man on Indian television. Raghu Ram, the original Roadie, split wide open.


Review-
If you have teens in your house or if you yourself are teen them you must have observed this Bald, spectacled man screaming on TV. Every weekend he used to come up with the most bizarre tasks and twists. He was or perhaps is the most hated mentor ever on Television. What is the reality behind his rude behavior? Is He like this in his real life too? Does he scream at his Crew and family members too?
The most hated face of Indian Television is now up with his autobiographical journey. Raghu Ram’s Rearview- My Roadies Journey. He is a lyricist, been a Cameraman and has acted as the Executive Producer at the Youth Channel of India—MTV. He’s been everything, an artist at MTV can dream off.

Roadies have been the longest Reality Series on Indian Television but as a viewer your Journey of Roadies is incomplete without this book.
Book starts with a scene where the voluptuous crowd is cheering Raghu! Raghu! And this bald, daring man seems to have a euphoric journey back to the timeline when he was just an Intern at TV18 and now the Executive Producer. He remembers how he worked weeks in that editing room. He remembers every night he spent editing those raw reels of an episode of MTV Bakra.
This book takes you on the journey of Roadies which started somewhere in 1998, when Raghu ram was just an intern at Tv18. The journey tells you about the Ups and Downs Raghu go through at Tv18 and how he gets rejected in an Interview at MTV when he returns later for a job.

The book explains Raghu, Roadies Raghu and Funny Raghu. From a thin, unfit child to the most hated personality on TV has taken almost everything from him his friends, family and his own self.
He regrets what he does at Auditions every year but he can’t help, it’s the contestants who are asking for it.
This book tells you about everything you need to do in order to build your dream from scratch; take no Shit from others and how to be the one you always wanted to be.
The tender and the sensitive narration of Raghu excites a reader makes him get goose bumps and leverages with raw experience. The task trial scenes are raw and real like Roadies and Raghu.
At the end, the book leaves you bit exhausted, disappointed because Roadies will never be the same and inspired to do things on your own terms.

Cover-
Cover of the book always helps a reader to choose a better book by providing a glance into the story even without turning the pages. The black cover with Raghu’s intimidating face portraying a scary look is just the way He and His story is. Given the book is an autobiography, the cover presents the exact essence of the story.
 Quality-
 Rupa is one of the leading publishing houses in the country. It’s the same publishing house which publishes the novels of Chetan Bhagat. They have always been keen and dedicated to quality service. Not disappointing this time too, they have maintained the proper quality of paper, editing and the formatting of the book.
Ratings-

You can rate Fictions but not somebody’s life. This book is an autobiography so No ratings.

The Change!

This post was written for Half Baked Beans' Blog...

you can my others posts too at www.halfbakedvoices.blogspot.in

It was 2004, when Congress came to power once again, sidelining the strong and courageous government of NDA, led by Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee.
The country subconsciously knew, Atal Ji ka time ho gya hai and at that moment they hardly saw Advani Ji as the next PM; hence Congress was voted to power. Congress emerged as a strong party in 2004 general elections under the shade of UPA-I. The big names like Pranab Mukherjee, P. Chidambaram and Manmohan Singh did added loads of power to the parliament. The first half of the first financial year was good and productive, India did felt Incredible! With Lalu Prasad Yadav making railway achieve the required impediment, the stations were found cleaner and safer.
But, nothing lasts forever and Promises of Politicians are neither even meant to last. Things started turning clumsy, messy, irrational and finally futile. The government tasted failure at almost every front and the economy bared the ill effects of the wrong practices. Sudden increase in the number of Scams and the inflation in the price of LPG and other petroleum products did made the whole country squirm. The prices were rolling like the reel of a camera set to 32X speed.
People started questioning, protesting. The government did experience a setback when news like “Reliance Ke saath Alliance” hit the TV screen. By this time, people of India had decided and were ready to vote Congress out of power.
2009, general elections were held and astonishingly Congress (UPA-II) was voted to power with full majority.
There was a conflict between the different classes of People.
Well, that’s history now and the only logical explanation available for the astonishing result is Law of Attraction, while trying to vote congress out of power, the general public was constantly attracting Congress into their life again and again, as a result UPA-II formed a central government and changed India forever.
World’s biggest democracy experienced denial to speech, Short Messaging Service (SMS) was limited to 5 SMS per day during the August-September 2012. Later in December 2012, the capital city faced Closed Metro Routes, when they tried to reach India Gate to protest silently and draw candle march for the girl whose rape and murder case made its way to the Forbes List.
Not only this, there’s more; GDP went below 5%; India got banned from Olympics, Pakistan kept sending dead bodies of our soldiers and America kept coaxing our government for the amendments in foreign exchange policy(FDI is the price America drew from our Amputated and Spineless Government).
But by this time, the Aam Admi had woken up; actually the alarming situation was making sound and the Junta was feeling the intensity of vibrations. People slowly and gradually realized it was not the government who was wrong; it was their choice which was wrong.
Meanwhile, the bench of Supreme Court was seen super active; taking toll over almost every move of the incompetent government.
On the other hand an IAS was busy cleaning the roads of Delhi with a Jhadu (Broom) in his hand and a Chaiwala was busy motivating the youth of the Country.
With the Chaiwala and IAS getting popular on social network among the youth, it was the Shehjada who won the title of Epitome of Trolls.
#Present…
The tenure of UPA-II is coming to end; the AAP has already won 28 seats and is ready to play the role of responsible opposition. BJP has already beaten Congress by 4-0 in general state elections throughout the country.
Amidst all this, there’s a question which scares equally as much as it relieves.


Is it truly a new morning or just the wearing effect of the party Congress had over these 9 long years?

JAI HIND!!!

Monday 2 December 2013

An Average Indian Reader...



This post was Written for Half Baked Beans' Blog. You can read my other posts too at https://halfbakedvoices.blogspot.in

Long forgotten are the days when people in India read books because they were classic or listed on the HT bestseller list for more than 4 or 5 weeks; now they read books because either a relative or the colleague next door has written it.
I remember, on our first official date, my Ex questioned about my area of interest and I replied with, “I prefer books over anything and everything” instantly she made a comeback with, “have you read this extremely witty novel ‘Oops! I fell in Love!’ by Harsh Snehanshu”; conspicuously she disclosed her deepest feeling coveted carefully under the name of the book but to my own surprise I ended up reading the name of books she has read.—An Average Indian Reader she was.
Who is an Average Indian Reader???
A person who flits between books by J K Rowling and Jack Trout, on a wheeler stall at a railway station and ends up buying a “Bollywood on Paper” novel by Chetan Bhagat or by Dimpled Durjoy.
Or
An engineering graduate who started his reading career with a novel, his friend referred to him saying, “Padh bhai! apni hi kahani hai!”. The engineer definitely got fascinated with the extreme simplicity of language and enamored by the pursuit of similar life book served with.
Few days down the time line the engineer who once had innocuous attitude towards everything related to books is now found visiting bookstores like Crossword and ends up buying all the books based on college romance, mostly by engineers.
This engineer, slowly and gradually starts growing with time into an avid reader with a taste. He spends all his days reading, partially blushing and partially getting sexually aroused.
Then one bad day when it’s raining outside; a slanderous comment from a random guy in class makes him stagger, “I don’t read Indian authors, because all they write is Crap”.
He feels hypothetical and makes an erratic decision of shifting from Chetan Bhagat to Dan Brown or Paulo Coelho. Choosing Dan Brown or Paulo Coelho has got no primal research behind them; they are just the names on HT bestseller list other than Bhagat and Durjoy.
With time this enthusiastic and lucid engineer has turned into a reader; who is now on a journey of literature where he will be dismayed thinking about the time and money he wasted on Indian writers; he will get to experience the real feel of reading-between-the-lines and he will be pleasured reading books from the West and the Middle East and with this an avid reader will rise and an Average Indian reader will die.

In the contemporary India, reading is a journey, where a person gets excited by the Metro reads; discovers more with the books from Middle East and finally ends up drinking numerous cups of coffee in a bookstore while reading an exquisite tale of romance or magic coveted in a beautiful jacket either by P.G Wood House or by Ray BradBury.

Thursday 15 August 2013

God Is Definitely Not A Baba...

It was yesterday when I was in train travelling back to my college. The journey was comfortable with a book in my hand. I was busy reading ‘Connect the Dots’ a collection of 20 short stories based on Entrepreneurship by the Authoress Rashmi Bansal. Intrigued with the title, I was lost in the stories of Entrepreneurs, who were dictating their journey to the Authoress with Extra Intricacy.
With little perplexed expression the old man sitting on the berth in front interrogated “Padhne ka Shauq hai kya??”. Registering a sense of citation in his voice for me, I replied with a ‘yes’ and a big Smile on my face.
He seemed full of glee on finding a Bookaholic like him on a train journey. In his own languor, he was talking about his all time favorite Reads, gradually his voice was inching towards criticism and the next moment he was busy criticizing the famous book “Meluha Ke Mritunjay” (Immortals of Meluha) by the Banker turned Author—Amish Tripathi.
His criticism was not merely a criticism based on literati imperfection or the weak story line, instead he was frustrated with the way the Author portrayed Lord Shiva as a common man who fought for his tribe and became Lord Shiva.
The next slanderous comment he made was ‘God will not Pardon him’.
Well! The point here is neither the old man nor the book, the epicenter of this earth quake is God.
The general definition of God is:- Someone who is almighty, Someone who created this extravagant world with his great Artisanal capability.
But the Definition widely Believed is:-
God is that elected personality with hazardous power, who will destroy you if you and your views are diluted or tending to move away from his/her path of Illumination.
We have stepped on Moon and now are aiming for Mars, Scientists and Physicists like Stephen Hawkings have declared it innumerable times that God is nothing more than an extreme source of energy.
Author of books like The Secret and The Magic have taught humanity ‘How to use this extreme energy and be the one this world will admire and look for Inspiration’.
But still country like India and people like Indians(We) are busy believing that God is a coin, If you are lucky then during Toss he will show up as Heads and will award you with Diamonds, If unlucky i.e if you are a man who talks against God then he will doom you with his snobby style.
‘What is God???’ is surely not the question; the question actually is ‘Why we fear God???’
To my Understanding--that I have developed after reading numerous Books and watching innumerable Movies, the answer to this question is the teachings, being a bit more specific the Wrong teachings.
Priests or the religion evangelists who have breached hard punishments of God in our mind make us skeptical about our life and deeds.
These priests and the fathers are not the one who have either met or seen God. They are true hypocrites, who make you spend for their luxury in the name of God.
God is something Grandeur and he/she don’t meet Cheats like Baba who sit on a comfy sofa and say “Chutni k sath Samose khaya karo, ‘kripa’ banegi’.
God is someone who gets down from his Mercedes and helps the poor child from the dirty slum with food and other needful things.
God is that every simple man who makes Endeavour for the fulfillment of basics needs of human.

God is that ‘Shiva’ who fought numerous battles for his tribe and became the Immortal of Meluha.

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Saturday 20 July 2013

Relatives...

A marriage is a relationship between a man and a woman.
Contrary- Marriage is an event, where the connected ones are summoned from the different corners of the world to celebrate the union of two souls and in India union of two families.
Relatives- Those with whom you have blood relations.
Contrary- A set of vague people only available, either when you are Excelling or when you are all Drawn.
Relatives play a very influencing role in our lives. If you have a good set of relatives then you will grow into a smiling man and if you have an intruder set of relative who keeps interfering, then you will grow into a man with skeptical personality, you will reckon danger and fear before every new Endeavour you make.
But, at the end everything pays off.
Relatives are the one who makes ceremonies like Marriages and Birthdays scintillating and memorable.
It’s the quality of relatives that defines the quality of memory you are gonna make.
Marriage- The mere moment in a person’s life where he finds his maternal and paternal family on the same side, taking charge over someone else.
Basically, in India there are two kinds of relatives
·         Supporting
·         Mocking
The bua from Meerut, who keeps fighting with the Uncle from Delhi on “Ki hum to sirf Branded kapde kharidte h”.

The lectern Massi who keeps commenting on the career options chosen by various kids in family with a verdict at the end – No MBA, No Future.

The pot-bellied Mama commonly known as Manager Mama because of his negotiating and managing skills. He is everyone’s favourite because he is Jovial with a Sense-of-Humor (read Trolling Capability). You will always find him on Phone discussing the rates and the Extra-Concession they are gonna provide.
A woman of excellence with grandeur persona. She resembles those dadis from Ekta kapoor’s daily soap with white silken hair, brown face with a wrinkled smile. She is the Respected Dadi of the family, a woman of utmost importance. No ceremony, No ceremony will leap forward without her virtuous guidance.
And then there’s a set of bright and brilliant cousins.
The coolest generation on board with cooler gadgets. Pinky from Delhi, always busy on phone with her BFF discussing her Chooridar.
Rahul, the nerdy engineer from IIT-Powai, the imperial institution discussing career growth and politics with the mama from USA.
The photographer lad with his new 18-300 mm lens is busy capturing the beautiful smile of Bride and wistful smile of little babies.
And then there’s a cool Author like me, who keeps mum and observes everyone around. At times you can see him surrounded by girls, sharing his exciting experiences – He is living his Life…;)
That’s a complete and a happy Family.
On the eve of Marriage, each one of them will dress exquisitely and will make endeavours to make the marriage memorable for the Bride and her better-half.
They will dance like maniacs on the tune of ‘ Mere yaar ki shaddi h’ and on the tune of ‘Emotional Atyachar’. They will joke sensibly near the ceremonial stage trying to be best with the wits without hurting the sentiments of the New Relatives.
They are relatives, connected to you via Blood, you don’t meet and befriend them like you do with your acquaintances instead they are a gift, you earn them with your Birth.

Respect them and keep them close because they are the ones who will make your Marriage Exquisite and memorable.

Sunday 2 June 2013

Birthday...

If you are insistent about a change; You are undergoing the change metaphorically.
21st century-
Everyone of us wants to be mentioned as-
“There goes XYZ, the great---------!!!”.
The great-------, What???
The great Singer, Actor, Dancer, Lawyer, Engineer or the great Doctor.
Being great the ultimate destination of life(actually the End), and finding that one thing(noun) which will make you Great and Famous is the Journey and in simple words the purpose of Life.
Being good at something and being interested in something.
You may not be interested with things you are good at and it will result being Futile; but being Interested even though you are not good at, will act as fuel and will propel into the direction of excellence.
Every Book you read/ Every Class you attend/ Every Picture you click is a Small part in a Large plan and a small advancement towards Epitome.
At the end-
It’s merely a moment when Vague(You) will turn into Vivid(Famous You).

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One Year-   It’s the Birthday of Three-


Maa- The very reason I started Blogging on 2nd June and not on 1st June, a year back.

College Diary- The place where am employed. My blog pays me with Opportunity(From Half Baked Beans to My Orange Slate) and Praises and with….. ;)

Sonal- The day she found my blog, to her it was like a revival of a lost friend. She has read  all the posts more than twice and currently is my Favourite reader.
                                                        Happy Birthday Girl.


Thank You all for reading, Commenting and Being there.



                                                         Happy Birthday Maa…J
Published In college's News Paper...
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Saturday 1 June 2013

Girls and Promiscuity...

Reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ a bok by E L James or say it as an Essay on Erotica, inspires me write to about promiscuity these days.

University Mall, 3rd Floor, 3p.m…
A floor assigned to Gadgets and Jewellery Shops; gadgets for the snobby people and jewellery for the beautiful people.
A floor full of euphemism—thing people hesitate talking about. You can encounter boys and girls or rather Couples hanging in each other’s arm; at times boys elbowing their girls; at times girls squeezing their guys, everyone trying to get IN somehow, while ever girl acting reluctant—When I say acting I mean Acting. Gone are the days when girls were innocent and boys philandering, today Girls are from Mars boys are from Venus, they meet on earth to acquire each other’s trait.

Some are still innocent and are still in love they are yet not affected with the Debauchery of Love and Lust. Some are there just for a talking spree, under the shade of Mall. They are the same people who don’t like PDA (Public Display of Affection.) and they are the same who will book a room and Unhook each other with the Love in eyes and Lust in hands.
Boys are not the only one responsible for Physical Intimacy, at times girls are more aspiring than inspiring.

Other day a couple known to me went to a room just for some Romance, which under the coaxing circumstances from girls side led to S.E.X.
The change Girl went through was tantamount to the change Boy experienced ‘Just A Differentiated Skin’ , so, where’s the Difference???
That night the boy updated his status-
I Just had Sex and now I know Why girls are called HOT.
Same night his girlfriend updated her status-
I had Sex and now I know Why my Boyfriend is referred as COOL(Thanda).
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Gone are the days when girls used to fantasize about Sex, now they are out and they are asking for it and there’s nothing wrong in it.
The development of such feelings; disrespects the trauma of Heart Break and eliminates the fathomable chance of Suicide.

Loss of Skin and Virgin tag is inevitable in today’s world of Vastly changing technology and aggressively changing Relationships.


P.s- Thank you all for reading the 50th post...:D



Monday 18 March 2013

20,000...



Last night when stars got themselves arranged in an innate erratic manner to form an omen and deliver something good to me, Xactly at that moment the very home page of my innocuous blog said ’20,000’ page views.

What is Page views???
When I say page views, I hardly try to convey that “My blog has been read by 20,000 of unique readers” Or it’s been read 20,000 times, in the very first place.
What this ticking page view counter represents is “Number of times my blog has been Visited” (thank you for visiting, do not forget to read…)
But, we say “am 20,000 readers old” because this is the way it works, I’ll explain, A company hardly cares “How it’s product is been sold???”, something that matters to the company is “How many and in case of uncountable nouns, How much…???”.
While writing official citation for an Enterprise we write “A million dollar company”, when we write it we hardly hint towards “Oh, this company has a revenue of Million Dollars”, what we mean is “Their present value in market is of Million Dollars…”.:)
So, if ever, you come across me saying “20,000 readers”, don’t question me… PLEASE.
From 2nd June 2012 (It was my mum’s birthday) till today 18th March (It’s my brother’s birthday) the calculation says, an interval of 295 days. I’ll say 295 days of pure laziness. I wrote very less but I made people read More(my marketing strategy and tool…;) ).
There are people, who have not yet read Chetan Bhagat( god of the genre in which I write) but they have read me and they are happy. They are my FRIENDS, the backbone of such a strong Readership, they read and make others read it too…
20,000 page views-
A blog where girls cried reading “Unlucky Girls”, boys felt relieved after reading “Wicked Girls”, “Daughters” earned respect, “Father’s Love” was saluted, Magic spread, Love embraced, Wisdom attained, Humour enjoyed, Songs played, Poverty exposed and a blog where you felt Related (the motto, was taken care of…).
In this epoch of 295 days-
·        I Won the 2nd prize in creative writing at my university (Don’t know what’s gonna happen this time…).
·        My blog intrigued Two up-coming bright Novelist into my writing skills and they ended up sending me there’s half written Novels, but I am still working on  my grammar (As the faculty of Soft Skill says “You Need To Work On Your Basics”…).
·        Worked as a Guest Reviewer at Read In Park.
·        Failed terribly as a book reviewer. Book reviewing is not really my cup of tea and my excuse for that is “I am meant to be an Artist for life long, never a Judge…”
·        Failure was grandeur, when it came to direct earning, Google Ad-Sense. My blog intricately qualified all the eligibility criteria but, still there’s no paid Ad available on my Blog. On interrogating, Google replied with “Your blog will fetch you girls not money…”.
So, at the end of the day, when I go to bed for sleeping, I am bit sad about my performance in engineering, but comments and praises pouring in on my blog and on social profile Keeps Me Going…
J

                                       A Big
Thank You to all…


Saturday 16 March 2013

Confess It Here...



Confession…
The mere pronunciation of the word “Confession” can make us think of a “girl talking to her teddy bear at midnight” and of “a boy poking his face in pillow, crying and confessing about his lost love”.
But days are gone, when things were personal, now things are on facebook and facebook has confession pages of different universities and colleges. Now even schools have got into the act.

Where it at all Started:-
The imperial “Indian Institute of technology” is the mother of such viral gone pages on Facebook in our country. On investigating and going a bit deeper, the spotlight gets shifted to “Standford University”, student of IIT says, “I read about it on net, I read how people are confessing and having Fun…”
What they provide:-
20th century was the era of computers, still people used to write letters and post cards for confessing their juvenile Love.
21st century, The Era of Social Networking. A bigger platform with a bigger audience and better ways to Express. You can tag ‘her’ in the relevant pic (generally people ends up tagging irrelevant people in irrelevant pics), you can write a note about her and upload it on net (this is Something I do…;))
                                                   Or
The basic of all, Update your Status and Interesting of all update a Confession Status.

The Admins of such pages say: “We receive hundreds of confession every day, with a diverse reach, ranging from Love, Sex to Reservation and Stereotyping”.
Most admin of such pages prefer being anonymous because they fervour a fear from the emancipated administration of their respective colleges.
On the other hand:-
Such confessions are meant for Fun, to be read and forgotten.
I have read hundreds of confession on my University’s confession page .

Few of them were Funny, most of them were on Love (Lovely), while some where amusing-
“Slept with a Faculty, believe me it is Thrilling and Fun”.

Some of them were Serious-
I broke my girlfriend’s bones with a bat, as she was not letting me be me”…
Some were Witty:-
“I keep Savita Bhabi pdfs in my mobile, I glance over them when a lecture seems too heavy to handle”.
Moral- Confessions are fun typing, Funnier reading and Funniest when related. But Dirty when confessed about something that is Taboo…
Confessions are hit and have myths too, some says- “Admins are behind such confessions”, “Anyone hardly cares”, “All such pages are Admin driven, are futile and soon to be Fathom”.
Well, I don’t know the reality behind the curtains of all such confession pages, but I have got to confess two things…
1. 90% of the posts you read on my blog are written in boring lectures in my six subject notebook…
2. I was about to Lose it, but…(Lose it, What???)

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Keep confessing until you get bore of it, then try something new. Just for an idea
“Bra colour facebook update”, something that took off in mid 2010 in response to a post about Breast Cancer awareness.

Note- this post carries contents from Sunday times (just for reference and stats…)

Tuesday 12 March 2013

Summer II...

Read it out here:- How they met and how cute they were in Summer-I...
http://collegediaryrelateurself.blogspot.in/2013/01/summer.html



Karan had a nostalgic travel back to Delhi. Nikki’s beautiful eyes and cute visage kept visiting his mind incessantly and under effect Karan just got sad and sadder.
Back at school, he preferred sitting alone rather than with girls, as their cuteness reminded him of his cute princesses.
Whereas, Nikki too missed him, being a girl it was easier for her to move on, but she never got over him.
Truth : A girl can forget everything but not her first Love.
With the enthralled memories of Nikki as a blotch on his mind, he enjoyed his days back in Delhi. Days passed like minutes and Karan started to grow into a boy from a child.
Six years passed but he never got a chance to visit Shimla again, although meeting grandparents became easier as they shifted to Delhi with Karan, his dad being the only child had to take care of his old parents as he believed in:-
“Children Will learn What They Will See Their Parents Doing...”
Karan basically being a punjabi followed every ritual of being one. He even went to a punjabi school G.H.P.S. Karan was the boy with long curly hair and a crisp fair complexion. Karan was a star of G.H.P.S, master of debate, creative in writing and a humorous anchor.
Still in 8th standard, Karan was an epitome of every field.  Seniors used to call him Captain Karan (the future head boy) while girls took his name with lilt (they were his heart throbbing fans).
SPRING-
Karan was enjoying his beautiful days surrounded by girls. Karan in spite of being molested by many sexy 8th standard girls, was still adamant because of his very first love “Nikki”.
Once Karan was asked to explain his perspective on Love by his moral science teacher. Every girl of class got attentive and suddenly the moral science class seemed interesting.
Karan: Love is everything we do:
We walk is love between motion and legs.
We see is love between beauty and eyes.
We read is love between reader and knowledge.
Togetherness is love between me and you.
Ma’am stood their impressed and enlightened with the words of Karan, she asked everyone to clap. Coming back to Karan ma’am asked “Have you ever been in Love”???
Baljoot the sexiest Punjabi kuddi of class got a smile on her. (Pretty girls’ weird concepts...)
Karan’s eyes scintillated with nostalgic memories from summer and suddenly he quipped, “Keep all the jewels of world on her and still nobody will care about jewels”(Novoneel Sir I quote you...), and from that day whole school knew NIKKI...
It was spring, plants started to grow again, winter was going and summer was waiting to enter and spread sorrow and depression but who cares for tomorrow while it is spring.
One evening Principal called Karan and said:-
With full enthusiasm and zeal I appoint you as the head co-ordinator of the National level quiz contest to be held in our school in coming month and I also order you to represent our school in the quiz. Karan my boy it’s your life time opportunity do it today and you will remember it tomorrow.
One month later:-
“And I handover the stage to the most humorous anchor G.H.P.S has ever seen, everyone welcome ‘Karan’ with huge round of applause”, Principal said and stepped down from the stage.
Karan introduced himself, girls went crazy and the atmosphere turned karanatic.
Karan requested participants from all over India to “join him on stage and introduce each of them respectively, and then we will go on with quiz”.
Kanya Sharma from Banglore to Naidu Swami from Vizag everyone introduced themselves, Karan was standing on the side of stage and was getting bore till the time he heard a sweet voice with a pinch of attitude saying “Nikki Malhotra, Shimla”, the name made Karan experience a quake in his heart and suddenly he spoke up on mic “Meet me back-stage”, sudden utterance of such words made the auditorium hoot, but as said, Karan was the most humorous one, so…
#Backstage:
Nikki- Hey dude, what’s wrong with you; what you think of yourself. Being famous and good at everything does not give any right to violate someone’s image like this in public; you have got no right to insult anyone. Tell me, what, am here on “Your Backstage”, tell me what you want..???
  “Wooh; mujhe to bas ek mc-aloo tikki chahie”, Karan replied, leaving Nikki stunned with a convolute expression on her just gone red face.
Nikki had an irrepressible flashback of everything, the birthday party; Playground, Badminton, Chocolate and the Bite of Mc-Aloo tikki full of juvenile yet special love…
She hugged him tight and whispered “I missed You Karan”.
Final Day, Final Round-
It was tie between G.H.P.S Delhi and S.P.S Shimla, the auditorium was full of students cheering “Karan and G.H.P.S, which indirectly was adding pressure to the beauty from Shimla, Nikki”.
After a break of 5 minutes of refreshment, the host took over the stage and microphone. He seemed concerned with the win of G.H.P.S, questions thrown on S.P.S Shimla were of higher magnitude in comparison to those thrown at G.H.P.S.
Karan was best in everything, he had won many accolades and substantial fame but all on his own neither by cheating nor by any malfunction.  
Final round was a buzzer round and Karan wanted S.P.S to win, he fired the buzzer from work by pulling the wire away. As a result S.P.S Shimla won the quiz with 2 extra points.
Auditorium went gloomy and sad but Karan had a smile on his face and satisfaction in heart. He went to Nikki and congratulated her, she sighed and replied “thank you” with the epitome of smile on her face.
Day of Departure:-
Karan woke up early went to mart and got a few things arranged, rushed back to room, sat in his languor and wrote a spiel for her future bride( He was confident, he knew what he was and he will make it possible).
                                   
                                             Nikki, it’s the time, when I’ll not lie,
  By the time you read this,
      You must have left,
        But you don’t cry,
     As, distance keeps the flavour in love and life,
        And as promised;
         You’ll be my beautiful bride.
   Hands in hand we’ll walk with pride,
                        In front mates who thought our Love was futile,
                                                   Till the time,
                Enjoy your Chocolate and Pie…