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 2^nd June 2012 (It was my mum’s birthday) till today 18^th 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 2^nd 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…

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:-

20^th century was the era of computers, still people used to write letters and post cards for confessing their juvenile Love.

21^st 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…)

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 8^th 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 8^th 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…

  

20 Things Before 20...

                     20 Things To Do Before You Turn 20…

·        Take birth, learn to Talk and Walk.

·        Learn all the important jargons like
Shit Happens and Bitch Please.

·        Get beaten Up.

·        Write Love letters and do not forget to pass them on.

·        Top the class (Kindergarten topper’s too are eligible).

·        Being an Indian, play cricket and abuse team India for losing to Bangladesh.

·        Work Hard to use up the message pack of 10,000 messages, even if you are able to use half of it; don’t mind it’s still an achievement.

·        Before 20, nobody cares for downfall (Unless you are a topper). So, fall in love as many times you can.

·        Learn the difference between Principal and Principle.

Principal is to be followed in School (before 20), and Principle is to be followed after 20.

·        Participate in Rallies: go against Corruption, Rape and Racism. At night while returning home Bribe the Mammu(traffic police) for over speeding.

·        Sleep in Class Or if you have an Android Phone then run at least 2kilometers everyday during class (Temple Run mei to naya record ban jayega).

·        Boys:- Sit on last bench and try to count the number of girls in your class (My present count says 42).

Girls:- Enjoy all the clip arts on the chairs and desks drawn by The Bad Boys.

·        Boys:- Watch Porn, fantasize and get used to it.
Girls:- Watch Porn and puke to prove.”You are a Good Girl".

·        Learn to Sing Or Learn to Play Guitar, as 90% of Indian girls fantasize her boyfriend to be famous and talented (you can’t be famous without talent unless you are a girl).

·        Break laws, make a Gmail account before you are 18 (You all who Follow my blog with your Gmail ids are criminals).

·        Bet your Friends, Win and Lose but never give or take the thing on Bet (abe mere bet ke rs 100 de…).

·        Decide what you wanna do to You and to Your Life, do not listen to others when it comes to your choice and prove yourself feasible before 20 in order to be confident after 20.(This Blog is a try).

·        If you Drink. Then Drink and spill over.
And if you don’t drink carry your Friend away, who just drank and spilled over.

·        Don’t be serious; you are entering the bright world of opportunity not the gloomy world of I.C.U. and who says Non-serious guys are not considered as Preachers??? who knows, at this moment a topper might be reading this blog written by a Non-serious guy.

P.S:- Help your friends in every endeavour. Avoid slanderous and disguising comments about your friends. Help me in increasing my readership, by sharing this blog on facebook and among your friends.

P.P.S:- I am turning twenty soon…

Together...

Someday in future...
On a chilly winter morning, when I sit in my bed in my own languor, I dream about us.
I dream about “How we have fought and Made up”, “How we been together through our bad and good”.

Deep drawn in indolence my hands reach out for the Letters I wrote to you, “When our Love was Juvenile”.

I read few of them and Laugh, I read few melancholy epistle and smile with pearls in eyes.

Epilogue of every spiel said “I Love You...”

It was like a travel of time back to the days when we were growing together, fighting like immature and kissing like birds.

The letters are now memoirs but love is still intact.

With the crinkling sound of tea in tea cups you enter the bedroom breaking the travel of time, making the room go bright...

You come, sit and read the letters, a smile spreads on your face and a sense of satisfaction goes down my veins.

Keeping the letter at side, you come closer and lower your face, your Lips touch mine, my soul touches your and we go back to bed together...<3 <3 <3

Happy Days of Togetherness...<3 <3 <3

Summer...

       

09 years old, when we children are supposed to learn the words of life and enjoyment then this guy Karan was learning the word Love and expressing things like emotion, euphoria and depression.

Summer, 1998.
Karan had his school off for 40 long days, so he planned to visit his grand Parents in Shimla. Boarding  train to Shimla from Delhi was no big deal, but for a child of age 09 is not just difficult but impossible. His parents went through a heated argument to decide who will escort him to Shimla. Ultimately his father has to bow down in front of the women of his life. Mind My words Women of his life.

With grandfather to whom Karan referred as Da, Karan was having the best days of his life.
He made Karan hear his stories richly enriched with his experience of 72 years on this omnibus planet. At night he made Karan learn lullaby and sleep tight. He learnt computers and played video games whole day trying to break his Da’s records.

One fortunate/unfortunate day he came across the darling of the colony they lived in.  She was mesmerizingly cute and gorgeously beautiful. They became friends at a mutual birthday party. Soon they started playing together. From morning to evening now it was an incessant endeavour Karan craving for Nikki (the gorgeous girl) but she hardly craved for him in the manner he did because she was a girl and we all know how girls are.

Truth- We think girls are deep when it comes to Love and Relationships but the truth is they are LAZY.

Karan and Nikki, everyone was under their spell. They became the darling of the colony, every uncle brought chocolates for them and every Aunty (Including Anu Aunty) baked cookies especially for them with lots of Raisins.
Karan saved every single piece of chocolate for his dream girl Nikki for the day any uncle forgets to bring one for her.

One very especial day they both sat in park on bench all strained and stressed. Suddenly with a low voice “Nikki asked Karan Hum Dono Bf-Gf hain??”

Karan sternly “NO”...

Nikki sadly “kyun”?

Karan with excitement Kyunki Ladkiyon K Bhot Nakhre Hote Hain, Mujhe Ye Chahie, Mujhe woh Chahie, Jamta Nai Hai...
Nikki in low voice “But Mujhe To Sirf Ek Mc-Aloo Tikki Chahie”...
Karan with a naughty voice “Aisa Kya”?

Nikki firmly signalled Yes.

Karan scrutinising his pocket, nodded with “To Phir Thik Hain”, and they had their first date at the “M Loving It” space.
After ward the days became beautiful, and weather of Shimla added Smell of Love and Air of Companionship.

Nikki and Karan both went to his grandparents hand in hand and confessed their love and requested permission for marriage but Da and other people laughed it out like their’s everyday stupidity.

Karan was sad about “Not being taken seriously”, but to Nikki it hardly mattered.

40 days of badminton, chocolates, Mc-Aloo and loads of play went blazingly fast.

It was the time for karan’s departure from shimla, as he already missed few days of school after the sabbatical days.

The night before the day of leaving; Karan cried whole night and before sleeping he wrote something and kept it in the lovely box (they made together while playing the roles of carpenter) with other cute little things for his First Love Nikki.

Handing over the box to Da, Karan explained everything in soft voice with profound emotions.

Nikki came screaming Karan, Karan and found that he is gone but smile took over her sadness when she learnt about the box he left behind. With no effort she pealed the wrapped cover of the box once they made together, and found cute little things with a spiel in it.

Nikki, this is the time,

When I’ll not lie.

By the time you’ll read this,

I must have left and reached.

But you don’t cry;

Distance keeps the flavor in love and life.

In the next Summer;

We’ll be together,

To play the poker.

You’ll be again my princess,

And i’ll be your chauffer.

I promise next time,

I’ll be more grown and mature,

And hope you be the same,

Serene and Pure.

In the mid-time enjoy,

The Chocolate and The Pie.

She was excited, she thought of him and then her gaze got fixed on the chocolate and no girl at the age of 8 will consider Love over Chocolate.

And The Rest Is History...

New Year Is Not New...

New year is already here and all are joyous because of the new year and the new date.

 To me the new found happiness is DSLR camera; to my girlfriend it’s the but obvious good result of her first semester and alike so many people so many reasons of happiness.

But, all are not happy as New year is not New for everyone, for few engineering students going 2012 gave few Re-appears and for worst to some 2012 gave even Backlogs. For commerce students breakup followed as they drank too much and kissed random girl in front of their girlfriend.  Still, backlogs and breakups can be cleared by little effort in respective arena’s but what about the one who lost his 11 year old son due to chilly wind on blazing 31^st night.???

1^st January 2013…

With the new found machine me and my elite full brother went for capturing scenes and creating portraits with mere thing in mind to improve with machine by focusing on object with ISO in background. Walking the side of Holy River we traced reflected lights from many objects on screen with help of the CMOS censor.

But given the world is omnibus and has a blotch of sadness and poverty spread all over, we saw a site of total euphemism, which according to government is Extinct:- “Lack Of Necessity…”

A family made us peer at their torn life and astonished belief.

They sat altogether and cried leaning over the dead body of their 11 year old son. The scene was wicked. We two boys tarried on the street corner discussing the nausea condition we felt. Going to the people around we learnt the lousy reason behind the death and it was the same Illicit Vow of government and local representatives of the government.

He died because of lack of necessity, He died of cold on the last night of 2012 (Apocalypse).

New Year Is Not New For Everyone…

You crying because you weren’t able to celebrate on 31^st, because you missed the show of Dabang 2 on 1^st January, but who will care for the withered society and who will pay for the Fiasco’s of government.

We two boys thought of asking papa to help the family with blanket and warm clothes but it seemed Sham to us for helping them now when they have already lost everything they had and if we went with helping hand then we may have to face dastard move of them(We were scared…) but the care was still their in our mind and we made sure papa must provide a helping hand to someone in need and save from such an Apocalypse (the new word for destruction…)

New Year Is A Time To Do Something New And Do Something New And Do Something Good Because We Live In A Society Made By Us…

 Photo credit:- Life In A Moment...