Did She Love Me...? Review !5th Post...:)

I am too young to write a Review but on the sincere request and after hearing some filthy abuses from the author am here with my very own review of the Book “Did She Love Me..?”

This One Is For You Jyotirmoy…J

Hmmm, sitting on the colored and risky benches of Vikas Vidyaniketan, Vizag I never thought or believed that this Guy from Assam Sitting behind me who keeps abusing all the Muggers and the toppers of CBSE( yup…He is Like this from the beginning…Man With A Mind Actually Brain…;) J ) will come up with a Story (or More A Question “DID SHE LOVE ME..??”) which will win hearts(His Story Won My Heart…)

About the Author:- Jyotirmoy Mazumdar is born to a family in Guwahati, Assam on 18^th Of June1992. Doing Engineering in computer science from SRM University. Is a Prolific Blogger and can be added on facebook at:- www.facebook.com/kr4zyluver.com…

About the Book:- Well Book is been written in a very simple language but carries incidents which will touch Hearts, and as this blog says “ReLaTe UrSeLf” you can relate yourself with the book…

Review:-

 I Love You, I Want You, I Need You…

Yours And Only Yours Forever And Ever Till Eternity.

Till The End Of The World…

With Lots And Lots Of Love From Me To You…<3
Yours

JAYRISH…

      I believe when he wrote these lines for his Girl, he meant it Forever…<3

The story starts when he quarrels with his parents and move to Visakhapatnam for preparing IIT…He finds the place inappropriate for IIT preparation so completing first year he moves to Delhi, there he joins BT and meets Anisha and Ritwik and masti starts with IIT preparations going Side By Side…

One day he bumps into a girl who was Heavenly Gorgeous; Delightfully Beautiful; Stupidly Cutish and for him The Perfect Girl…<3

The boy who’s ultimate passion and dream was a seat in IIT And then in ISRO was now worried about a girl with cute face and charming demeanor…
Starts the tryst of Love…

He follows her upto Jaipur, just to see whether she is fine or not…

Well! Book has some romantic moments which may give you guys a Twitch…

But, the dialogues and the poems are touchy.

The Moment In Jaipur When In front All He Stand With His Guitar And Sings “Kahin To Hogi Wo” Is Breathe takingly Romantic…

Now I’ll leave it for you readers to read and find out What Happened Next…??

I’ll rate this book with 4 Points Out Of 5…J J

But As Shahrukh  Says “Bananas And Critics Are Meant To Be Pealed And Fed To Monkeys” so Fuck my Review go buy the book at homeshop18.com and read…

Ending here I’ll leave you all with a question “Did She Loved Him…?? Or Was It Just An Illusion…”

Simple Yet Honest...!4th Post...:) :)

Romance, Age, Faith and Emotions all lies under the shade of a four letter word with two vowels and two consonants …

Love it takes all from Peace to Pain, in return gives “Embraceable Moments and Unforgettable Memories…”

To me Happiness is your Smile and Emotion is your Eyes…

To me Desire is your Choice, Precious is your Voice…

Whatever may be the Time, however may be the Tide;

With you always I stand Happy and Sad…

If you say Let’s Be Friends Forever: I’ll say:

“Friendship often Ends in Love; But Seldom Love ends in Friendship and

 I Love You”…

A Friend suffers more than a Lover Does;

And Sufferance is not for me; I wanna Embrace Love and make you Feel Special…<3 <3 <3

Final words:

The way I describe you is Poetry to me,

Be my Side and make me Happy and I Promise you will be the Happiest…<3 <3 <3

Dreamer...:) 13th Post...:)

Well!! 22 Days Up On Blogger.Com As A Blogger With The Blog “College Diary Relate UrSelf”…

Now, when I see the stats(hmmm, Nice…J )

I find myself Happy…

Cynical Me...;) 

22 days 13 Posts (1 deleted…L ) 2300 Page Views(Excluding Mine) Around 400 Comments Published With 25 Distinct Followers…Quite Nice…
Not only this Friend Request from 10 different girls and Countless Mails pouring In Gmail At pranavshree14@gmail.com (Regarding Advice And Appreciation…)

hmmm, Last Four Posts Have Been Really Liked And Appreciated By Many…People Have Already Started Taking Me And My Writings Seriously…

I Love It When People “Appreciates And Advice Me” On Chats…

 I Love It When The Dearest Friends(Asshole Critics) Questions Me “How Do You Put Up Such Great Words In Your Write ups…” And I m Like “Bas Ho Jata Hai…”

The Well Kept Secret Is:-

I Am Neither Serious Nor I Had Experienced Things On Which I M Writing…I Am A Dreamer, I Dream Whole Day And When Writing I Write About The Incidents And The Moments I Saw And Experienced In My Dreams…J(Utopian Vision…J)

I Thank All For The Great Support And Regular Advices…( I Have Made A Note Of Every Received Advice…)
Well!! This Is The 13^th Blog post And For Me It’s Just The Beginning And I Promise I’ll Never Let You Forget Me And This Diary OF Mine…

Hope You All Will Keep Reading And Supporting…J

EveryOne Is Alone...:) 11th Post...:D :D

Life Is A Triumph, If You Have Friends, Good Friends And Best Friends As They Understand And Supports You In Every Endeavour Of Life…

With Friends And Companions You Enjoy And Rejoice Day 2 Day But When It’s Dark You Say A Prayer; A Prayer No One Else Knows Except You, God And Your Inner Soul…J

Life Is This “NO ONE KNOW’S YOU” Because As It Is Mentioned In The Famous Book “The Alchemist” “FOR EVERY MEN THERE’S A TREASURE WHICH AWAITS”…And Every Men Is Not You; All Together You N Your Friends May Be ONE But When It Comes To DESTINY And DEATH Everyone Is Individual And Self…J

Together We Share Clothes Our Pride Possessions, Cigarettes But Hardly Anyone Of Us Discloses The Thoughts And Emotions Which Are Running Inside Our Cerebrum…

At Times It Happen “Our Friends Move On Leaving Us Behind Saying:- Rehn De Yaar Attitude H Bande Mei…:P

But The Actual Thing Is “There’s Always Something Which Stops A Man; It’s The Inner Soul And Desire That Makes You Different And Unique…And No One Know’s About It…J

I Remember The Moment My Best Friend (Akshay Trivedi) Turning Emotional And Confessing :-
“I HAVE LIVED TWO LIVES; ONE OF MY OWN AND THE 2^nd OF YOURS…I HAVE ENJOYED AND EMBRACED EVERY SMALL INCIDENT OF YOUR LIFE AS OF MINE…”

Hmmm, If Asked To Jot Down The Names And About The Girls I Dream And Have Been With Then He May Write  A SAGA ( hahaha…That’s My Ability “Falling In love With Every other Girl I Come across…”) But Ask Him The Name OF The Girl I Truly Love And Inspire For …??And It’s A Guarantee He Will FUMBLE…:p

The Thing Is:-  HE HAVE BEEN WITH ME SINCE VERY LONG BUT NOT WITHIN ME…

LIFE GOES ON LESS BECAUSE OF OTHERS BUT MORE BECAUSE OF YOU…

An Incident From My +2 Days ( VIKAS VIDYANIKETAN,VIZAG) I Was Thrashed By A Guy From Assam(The Reason Was Very Incompetent Along With The reaction…) But The Very Next Moment The Fight Settled Down, We Were Friends Again, And Till Today We Talk And Share Discussions Over Random Things Going Around…
Even He Is One Of The Biggest Follower Of My Blog( Because He Finds Himself Related To Me And My Blog…College Diary Relate Urself…:p ;) )

But The World And The People Around Me Then Still Remember The Fight Only…But No One Knows “What  Happened Afterwards”…  (Because:- THEY HAVE BEEN WITH ME SINCE VERY LONG BUT NOT WITHIN ME…)

The Truth Is Now I AM More Closer To The Assamese Guy Than The People Who Stood By Me In Support On That Very Doomed Day…: ) :) :)

The Day I Met A Pakistani...10th Post..:)

                      THE DAY I MET A PAKISTANI.... J J J J

I Remember The Evening And The Walk Way Back To My One Room Privileged Abode (being a person of BPL category)...

The Reason Behind The Remembrance Of The Evening And The Walk Is No cynical But The Reason Is The Euphoria I Experienced... J

The Day Was Born No special But The EPILOGUE Of ANNA’s Speech I Attended Made My All Hidden Ecstasy REBOUND...And My Mind Was Experiencing A REVERIE...

And In Order To Maintain The Rationality Of Daily Life, I Made A halt On The RAMU KAKA’s Tea Stall (the only man who allows debt for everyday teacups)...

The Tea Was Brought Five Minutes Later After The Order Was Placed…Shop Being Too Small Had Limited Numbers Of table And Chairs To Sit, Piercing The privacy…Well I Was Sharing The Table With A Man In Turban With Long Beards, Probably He Was A Muslim(Caricatured Image…Thanx To Media And Bollywood…)

Sipping The Masala Tea From the Earthen Pot I Found The Man In front Little Tensed, Being Human I Inquired For The reasons…

The Answer Was More A Question…
Muslim Guy:- Are You Indian…??
Me:- Obviously I Said With A Proud In Voice Along With The Tension Building Inside…
But Why You Asking So…??
Muslim Guy:- Because m Not…M A Refugee I Crossed Border And Came Here In Search Of Job, But Am Lost Here…Lost In The Maze Of Country war…
My Ears Were Hardly Believing On The Things Hitting Inside…
I Inquired So What For Now…?
Why You Came To India For Job...??

Muslim Guy;- Pakistan Is More Like India...People Are Same, Culture Is same Something That Differs Is Economic Condition…

India Is Working Hard And Is Seen As Potential For Being The World Power Where As Pakistan Still Spends It’s Half Of The Revenue In Wars…War Against Its Own Military And Power Groups…J
I Came To India Prejudiced “people Will Help And Support”…But Here It Smells Like Terrorist Groups Has Annihilated Less Buildings But More Belief’s; People Here Hardly Trusts Muslims Anymore. Which Is really A Bad Omen For A Country Like India Where Word Like SECULAR Is Mentioned In Preamble…

Being Silent I Was Tacitly Admitting “The People Had, Breached Regulations…” L L

Finishing Our Masala Tea, I Accompanied Him To The Dehradun’s Railway Station…
Sitting On platform No. 3; The Pakistani Was Sobbing(more to CRYING…) And Sharing Things With Me…
Talking About His Family Back In Pakistan; First Sentence Came Out Of His Mouth Was:- My Son Cries And Finally Sleeps Empty Stomach…

Abbu Died Due To Improper Treatment Of Ulcer And My Brother Was Carried Away At A very Small Age For ReInforcement In Pakistan Army…

During All This Discussion I Was Phantasmagorical And Was Looking Pensively To His Oldie Face…

Very Soon; Rajhdhani Express Arrived And He Left For Delhi Leaving Me Numb And Alone On The Deserted Platform…

ONE WEEK LATER…:-

I Came Through A Video On Zee News (AAJ TAK IS Old, Now People Refer Zee News For Perfecting The Time Of Their Wrist Watches…)
A Man In Turban With Long Beards Was Being Carried Away And Beaten Badly By Delhi Police…Bleeding Profusely He Was Screaming To The Highest Pitch “I M NOT A TERRORIST, I M NOT…”
He Died There With The Words On His Wounded Lips “Allah Take Care Of This Two War Equipped Countries HINDUSTAN AND PAKISTAN…”

I Was Shocked!!! It Was Like One Of The Worst Of Nightmare’s…
I Found Myself Connected To The Incident Because I Knew HE WAS A REFUGGEE BUT NOT A TERRORIST…L

Every Other Day We hear News Like “SRK Detained On US Airport” And “India’s Former President Was Held On US Airport For More Than An Hour…”

Such Incidents Do Affect Celebrities Too But At The End It Adds Charm To Their Stardom “Srk Is So Generous And Innocent…”

But; What If It Happens With A Student Going US For Higher Studies…??
What If YOU Are Detained Saying “WE  DOUBT ON YOU AS A TERRORIST…”
Accusing Someone Without Any Mistake Is Like Forcing To Commit The Crime…

And This Is happening In India…

Everytime There’s A Terrorist Attack We Start Eyeing The Muslims In Our Neighbourhood As Terrorists Which Is Really Shameful But On the Other Hand It Is Obvious Because A Majority Of Terrorists Are Found To Be Muslim…
But Simply Blaming The Whole Community Just Because Of Few Heinous Acts Performed By Some Of Them Is Good From No Where…

Every Time A Muslim Is Blamed A Hindu Should Stand Against The Other Hindu Who Is Accusing The Whole ISLAM…

Then Only Peace Will Prevail…

This Article Is Not Biased Neither Lopsided Toward Muslims; Its Just A Emotional Outburst Of A 19 Year Old Guy Who Has Met People Who Were Accused And Detained Saying “I M sorry But We Think You Are A Terrorist…”

Youth Of India Needs To Be Street Smart And Ready To Provide A Helping Hand Rather Than Simply Commenting And Accusing…J J

612 Words Of Pure Love And Solace...:) 9th Post...:)

                                                                      Dad,Abbu,Papa...:)

 Writing About MTV And Classroom Stories Do Makes Me Famous And Most Viewed Blogger But Writing About A Man Who Made Me Capable Of Everything From Tying Lace To Withdraw Money From Bank Makes Me Feel Happy And Great In MySelf…

You Call Him DAD; Some Call Him Abbu And I Call Him PAPA; A Word With Two Vowels And Two Consonants Repeated But With a Divine Meaning…

PAPA :- A Man In Our Life Who Turns 50 When We Are Turning 20 In Age…A Man Who Loves To Grow Old Seeing Us Grow Into A Men/Women From A Juvenile Creature…

He Is The Man Who Loves Us To The Core. A Man Who Defines The Eternal Boundary Of Love And He Is The Same Man Who Draw Fences Of Fear Around Us Because He cares And Finds Himself responsible For Our Security And Safety…J
It’s Never The Coincidence “He Brings Us The Things We Desire For” It’s The Magic…
Though Unhappy With Us He Prays And Works For Our Well-Being…

Sometimes We Find Him More Stubborn Than Us But Later We Learn He Was Right And Not Cynical, Because He Is our dad And the ultimate Thing Is He IS Our Origin…(In Some Or The Other Way…)

Well About My Dad :-

As The Train OF My Life Started To Chug He Made Me Learn Many things Actually Everything…

Everytime I Call Him “papa” The Sublime Happiness On his Manly Face Turns Charismatic…
I Started My Life As His Follower Then A Learner Then A Son And Finally A Support…

I Owe Him For A Lot Many Things…
I Owe Him For Everything That Happened For The First Time In My Life…J(Except The First Love And Failure…)
I Owe Him For Making Me Learn Many A Words Out Of Which My All Time Favourite Is PAPA…J

And…I Owe Him My Life…

Papa I Remember The Nights “You Playing Piano While Humming Bollywood Classic Number “And I Staring At You With Extreme Cuteness…Those Nights Are Now Reveries But You Still The same “CALM N COMPOSED”…
You Gave An Ear To Every Nonsense And Nuisance Talk Of Mine…
I Remember “You Coming Back Home On My One Call And Caring For Me When I Was Ill”…
And I Owe You For Organising The Best Birthday Parties…J
Today M Grownup…
He Hardly Believes In Me As A photographer And A Prolific Blogger(I Wannabe…) Because For Him Am Still That Most Child Of Him “Who loves To Play With His Beards and Talk Nonsense…”

To My Dad M Still That Juvenile Creature Who Nags On little Things And Creates Havoc For His Favourite Stuffs…Because He Made Me grow Up Into A Mature One While Preserving My Childish Attitude Side By Side…J

Two Things I Learnt From My Life…
1^st Do A Background Check If You Plan A Fuckup…
2^nd Don’t Worry Papa And  Bhai Will Always Be There Go FUCK UP…:P


Few Words For My Dad…Along With Mom…

I AM A GUY AND ACT LIKE GUYS DOES. WE DON’T TALK ABOUT DAYS TO OUR PARENTS.AND WE DON’T ASK HOW THEIR DAYS WENT. WE DON’T CALL THEM LIKE DAUGHTERS DO.WE DON’T CARE ABOUT CELEBRATING BIRTHDAY’S FATHER’S DAY AND MOTHER’S DAY. AND The LONGEST CONVERSATION WITH OUR PARENTS IS WHEN WE NEED MONEY…:P

BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN WE DON’T CARE OR WE DON’T LOVE THEM… WE WANT TO MAKE THEM HAPPY TOO…(THIS BLOG IS AN ATTEMPT…).JUST THAT RATHER THAN HELPING THEM WITH LAUNDRY WE FIND IT EASIER TO DO SOMETHING GOOD TO OUR LIVES SO THAT THEY FEEL HAPPY…

I HOPE THIS BLOG WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY DAD; I AM DOING THIS FOR ME AND MY LIFE…J

In SiMpLe WoRdS...:) :)...8th Post...:)

                                                                She Is Beautiful...:)

As The River Flows Silently With A Passion Of Meeting Ocean…

She Sat And Wrote Her Xam With A Passion Of Scoring…

During Rain The Flowing River Turns Stormy N Wavy…

She Was Found Excited During Answering  The Questions She Knew…

On A Bright Sunny Day River Seems To Be Silent And sexy…

She Was Emitting Serenity During Going Through The Unexpected Question…

However May Be The  Day Windy, Cloudy, Sunny, or Dusky a river maintains Its Flow And Shiny Texture…
As Like River;

However Expected And Unexpected Was/Is The Paper…
She Maintains Her Cuteness And Charm…<3 <3 <3 <3

425 Words on VaCaTiOn...7th Post...:)

Vacant...:)

                                Vacations…J

Hmmm… (This Is The Way Most Of Us Write Hmmm With Three M’s…:P)
Vacation:- A Word Which Excites All From Oldies To Kindergarten Boys And Girls…
Vacation A Time To Relax, Breathe And Rejoice The Bonhomie Experienced In Spent Life…

It’s The Time To Keep Aside The Sanctity Of Daily Life And Enjoy The Fallacy Of AAL IZZ WELL…;)

Vacations Are The Time When You Can Let Your All Hidden/Suppressed Hobbies Rebound…
Guys Can Go Out And Hang On With Friends While Girls Can Add Oil To Their Hairs And Sit Back At Home With Their Eyes Glued To Television Sets Watching…BADE AACHE LAGTE HAIN…:P .

 I Am Not Against Girls And Even I Believe In Equal Dominating Only If Girls Learn NOT TO CRY…Because It Really Pisses Off…:P

Ohkay..!! Talking About Vacations..What I Do Is…:-

Enjoy Parantha’s Soaked In Desi Ghee From Shyam Kirana…J Along With All The Mithai’s (Sweets) From The Famous Dukaan’s (Shop) Of My Small Little Town…(844101)…

But, For Me Vacation Is Not Only The Time To Eat But Is The Time To Revisit My Life …

I Turn Cynical And You May Find My Expressions Convoluted And You May Call My Behaviour As Emancipated Because When At Home I Turn Lopsided Say It As More Dedicated Towards Myself…
Sometimes Even I Find MySelf Inscrutable;)

I Spend My Vacations Reading Books Again And Again…
I Spend My Vacation Searching The Lost Ecstasy And Childhood Days When DAD Was The Only Hero And Mom The Only Friend…
I Spend My Vacation Searching The Lost Days Of My Life When Even My Barbaric Attitude Was Praised And Talked…

Some Decide To Join JAVA Classes Ignoring The Masti…It’s Good But Never Ignore Your Friends Because One Day Vacation Will Be Like All Other Treasured Memories And We All Will Meet On The Same crossroad OF Life And There Again You Will Need ME…J

Vacation Is The Time To Meet All Who Are Left Behind By Us In The Run Of Life And Act Chirpy…
It’s The Time TO Realise And Apologise To Them Whom Once We Used As A Scapegoat…

It’s The Time To HiHiHide Your Annoyance Somewhere Inside And Let Others Talk Good And Evil About You;
Because When It’s Gone You Will Be A Protagonist Again And People Will Envy You…J

So Boys And Girls Go Out Of Your Abode’s Act Chirpy, Nag On Little Things, Turn Nostalgic With Friends And Make Every Moment Picturesque…<3 <3 <3

And Those Who All Are Going For Java Classes Go Enjoy Your .HTML SCRIPTS….:) J

Live Like A Child...:) 6th Post...:)

Stay Childlike...:) :)

                                     Stay Raw, Stay Childlike…J

Hmmm, College Diary Relate Urself A Blog At Blogger.com By A Childish Mature Kid Pranav, Brings You Another Blog To Relate With UrSelf…

India’s Hot Favourite Youth Channel MTV India Says “Stay Raw, Stay Childlike”…

hahaha, With The Shows Like Roadies 9 “Everything Or Nothing” And Splitsvilla “Where Love Is War”…
They Are Promoting The Mantra Of Stay Childlike…

Sounds Weird But Actually Is Admirable If Given A Thought…J
The X-Generation i.e Our Generation Is A Owner Of Triumph, We Have Witnessed The End As Well As The Beginning Of Two Different Era’s…

We Have Seen A Great Transformation In The Size Of Computers From Room Big To Lap Small…J

STAY RAW:- Sounds Like An Advice To Stay Tough And Stay On Our Own Terms…
To An Extent It Seems Appropriate But It Hardly  Gives An Impression Or Suggests Us To Disrespect Anyone…

It’s Basically A Definition For The Attitude Of A Perfect Youth…J

Stay ChildLike:- Being Raw And Childlike At The Same Instant Is Really Bizarre But The Combo Is Fucking AwesOme…(haha..Kissi ne Mera Naam Lia Kya..????Lol)...

A Youth Who Has It All On His Own When Infront Of His/her Parents Acts Childish Then For Sure For A Second Parents Will Have A Thought Like YE! KYA HUA!!!

But Believe Me The Smile On Their Face Afterwards Will Be A Thing Of Beauty to Watch… :)

In My Life I Have Got Friends Like Kshitiza(  I Know The Spelling OF Your Name IS Wrong N You LL Be Fighting  With ME After Reading It…) And Khushboo With Whom I Fight Almost Every Other Day And Its Great…Talking To Them Gives Me Relief  That My Friends Care For Me…(M Childish With Them…J )

And There Are Even Girls In My Life With Whom Am “Mature And All”… Because They Are Looking For Perfect Boys (So M Trying On Them As They Are Irresistibly Desirable… ;) ) And Even I Have Some Desires…(My Stay Raw Attitude…)
So, Boys And Girls; Life Will Keep Going In Its Sweet Little Problematic Way So What We Need To Do IS:-
                                     STAY RAW STAY CHILDLIKE…J

P.S:- The Views Expressed Above Are My Own And Contains No Involvement Of Channel MTV…J