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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

He came to Rob her of jewellery and perhaps more ......

It was eleven o'clock when Sarita turned off the television set,Harsh her husband was still at office attending a client call.She showered, pulled on a sky blue nightgown, and slipped into the pink flowered bed sheets of the king size bed in the beautiful no curtain flat at seventh floor of this newly built housing society.She pushed the pillow below her head and switched off the AC as it started raining outside.It was lovely romantic weather and she looked gorgeous as ever.

It was 11:30 in the clock ,when an explosive sound broke the silense.She looked at the balcony , there was no one.She Thought Perhaps the sound had come from the passing Automobiles or it might be the thunder.But again, the sound came , someone was at the drwaing room and probably hit the newly bought flask which perhaps fell on the ground.she grabbed the telephone and tried to call harsh but strangely there was no ringtone ,perhaps someone cut down the wires,She climbed to grab her mobile she called harsh but it was not reachable.

Sarita's face was now twisted into expression of helplessness and fear as the black barrel of a revolver was pressed against her left ear.She Screamed and cried but was slapped and was asked to shut down the voise or else would be raped and killed , the Big man in black suit said who had mask covering his face.She cried,she begged for her life and showed him the locker where she had kept her jewellery.

Take what you want,"she said, "but please, don't hurt me." She cried.He picked up all the jewellery and asked for cash now ,"its in the lower drawer" , sarita replied , a tear fell down through her face ,as she remembered that it was the jewellery which she bought on her first anniversary.He came to Rob her of jewellery and perhaps more , He had all what he wanted perhaps not , he came closer to her and asked "where is your husband " , "he will be back from office in a while" she said.Now he was so close to her that she could feel him breathing,He tried to make sexual advances,she pushed him back, He tore down her blue gown ,she resisted but could not help.She bit on his hand and ran towards the balcony , he followed her , he twisted her wrist and grabbed her with both his hands, She was fighting , she resisted but slipped on the grill , as it was still raining and the floor was wet , as he tried to climb up and grab her agian , he slipped and fell out of the balcony.

She was shivering and every drop of rain was striking a wound oh her naked body , she was still frightened and crying, but she was allrigh.Suddenly her mind snapped back to the reality of what had happened.she ran inside , pulled on a new pink nightgown and then ran to the front of the apartment ,She screamed "he is a robber , he tried to rob me ".A circle of people was formed around the wounded thief.she picked her way through the spectators and looked down at the man on the ground. He was bleeding.He was dead. The blood poured from the torn skull like water.She felt no pity.Suddenly her heart beat nearly stopped as she could recognize the thirf , he was none other than her college classmate Rohit , who suddenly disappered from college after she refused his love for him.He came to Rob her of jewellery and more and all he got was death.

Suddenly Harsh came and was shocked to see all that , later in the night she had to answer all the questions from the local police department ,She had been answering questions for more than three hours now.She was exhausted.She wanted to sleep and to forget.The next morning , she was still sleeping till 10 am when harsh came up with bed tea to serve her .She smiled and actually forgot the last nighttrauma.But the shock was still to come , the daily newspaper read "Ex-Bf tries to rape married girl gets his punishment".She was just going through the newspaper when harsh asked "so where did he touched you".It was shocking , sarita said she did not wanted to discuss but harsh , he just changed after that.

She had loads of friends in college and Rohit was one of them , Rohit even proposed her once in collge but she declined as she used to like harsh , harsh was the only person she truly loved.They were in so much love, it was true love,They just couldnt live without each other.They made each other promise that we would never leave each other,everything was perfect. Until harsh found out what happned that night , he could not handle the questions put up by the society. For two months after that, everything was still normal.She could never imagine him so silent and lost.T hen one day he just left. A week later they was divorced.She was dead inside and alone.

Harsh got remmaried and settelled just after 6 months of the divorce ,Sarita commited suicide the same month.It was a strange night , He came to Rob her of jewellery and perhaps more all he got was death , all he gifted was death.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

The uncalled death

The Uncalled death
Inspector Shinde got a call at 6 am in the morning from the neighbors of Satinder , that he was not opening the door of his house and a foul smell was coming from the house. When he arrived with constable Rane, they went around the house and saw a sardar’s body lying on the floor; yes it was a dead body. The owner of the house Jayant was called for Investigation. It was not a robbery; there was no evidence of anything. But blood as Red as can be could be seen coming out of satinders leg, scratches and fresh scars were visible at his face. Inspector Shinde thought it to be a brawl between friends but that was not to be.
Satinder was a tough guy ,a typical Punjabi raw sardar , fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical , ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore. He had just cleared his Infosys Training at Mysore and was posted at pune. As today was his First Birthday at Pune, He went out with his friends to This wonderful pub called apache. They all got drunk at 1 am in the morning they were driving their bikes on Mumbai Pune express highway on their way back to wakad from where they would go to Pimple saudagar.They all Reached home where they all wished each other and went to sleep in their respective apartments and in the morning satinder’s Dead body was found.
As soon as Rohit ;satinders colleague heard the news he rushed to the scene and spilled the beans. According to Rohit, the incident occurred at 1 am last night on the highway, when a heated argument ensued after an accident. “Satinder was driving his pulsar and hit two men — Mangesh and Sanket— who were standing on the road. As satinder and all his friends were drunk a heated argument broke out between them, fight took an ugly turn when friends of satinder ;Rakesh and Sachin went on to have a fist fight with mangesh and Sanket ,The on lookers came by and it was a brawl then,Satinder and Rohit were badly hit by the mob and satinder was hit on his leg with a pointed thing and started bleeding .As soon as the mob saw the blood they all scattered and now only these four were left.Satinder was still bleeding even after they covered it and tightened it with their bandanas. They all were still in hangover as they were heavily drunk and started for their Home. They all Reached home where they all wished each other went to sleep in their respective apartments and in the morning satinder’s Dead body was found.Satinder was alone in his apartment last night as all his roommates went to Mumbai as it was a weekend. His Dead body was found lying on the sofa.
The post mortem Report Reviled that satinder was killed as a result of lot blood loss which all four of them failed to notice and were too drunk to think about that.

I felt the Tremors this time

I felt the Tremors this Time …
Yes I felt the tremors This time, Your know why because its my city , its the place where I have been manier times. Yes I felt the tremors this time, That too quite badly, I used to go to German bakery once in a while just to see the chicks and hap crowd.Koregaon One of the busiest place to be in .Its a happening place and they choose to blow it up and we are still giving them Ac facilities in jails, look at kasab he is living a happier life in the great Indian judicial system. When we have enough proof why don’t we hang him right now.
I would not blame the Maharashtra government for this blast because after David headly's interrogation revealed that he did visit Pane during his Indiavisit, the Chabad House at Koregaon park was heavily guarded, even up to last week I could see sand bags stocked at the chabad house premise while I was passing through Koregaon Park, even concrete road dividers were also being planted in Koregaon Park yesterday, as the main road of Koregaon Park is a small road and this area has many party spots for brats who keep speeding on their bikes and cars on this road, I would really like to know where are the brave hearts of Maharashtra from MNS and Shiv Sena. Are they still opposing the movie and wasting our police forces priceless time. I guess its only because of people like Thakrey that the police has to guard multiplexes instead of target areas.
Though My Name is Khan did not release in pune till Friday still almost all movie halls in pune were provided with heavy police security, just because of the useless threats which Shiv Sena had issued for stopping this film from getting released, Shiv Sena would have really felt proud of all this drama they set up, it's just because of these idiots the police force had to be diverted to protect the cinema halls and now Shiva Sena would put the blame on Ashok Chavan that he was busy protecting a film release, so what should a CM do, protect civilians from Political Goons or Terrorists , I pity for the CM, he is left with no choice but to protect multiplexes from MORAL POLICING of MNS and SS.If would have been in CHAVAN's place I would have jailed both RT and SS chief for wasting and vandalizing public property and disturbing peace.
You know what I never felt so scared , I never felt the tremors of a terrorist attack before , but this time it was different ,Mom called at exactly 19:45 Saturday thankfully I was at home , I told her that everything was fine ,Grandpa called me soon , yeah he can use mobile too, he is a technically trained farmer you know. I told him everything was fine.soom The cell phone was full of sms's , I still did not realized it was that bad, I switched on the TV and then saw the site,OMG it was German bakery , Its the same spot where we used to go on bikes just to check the chicks and eat some tasty bakery items,OSHO ashram was there, I was shaken to the core, Its the same place where I would have been some other day.9 dead 50 injured is the government figure, I don’t believe that.Fb and orkut was full of messages. But I was answering the phone calls , was smsing and was just thinking of the people who sell flowers just outside that shop. Its a shame , they struck pune and we were giving high class treatment to kasab and preventing SRK , just that SRK earn BILLIONS out of that movie , will he give anything out of his profit to the victims.SS and MNS brave hearts will do anything , even if they do the precious lives are nomore.Someone's son/husband/brother/sister/wife are dead.
Again for few days we would see the debate shows occupying news channel prime time slots, blame game on the central and state government, few fiery words from Sena and MNS, and then the issue would die down. It's really unfortunate that has happened in Pune and let's hope peace prevails in the city .But I will never forget this , and will not forget people who earn billions and more for their publicity stunts, for their political carriers and usage of police force in stupid things and will never care for the poor people who died. I will not forget those people.

The Imperfect Perfect Murder

Inspector Rahul got a call at 6 am in the morning from the neighbors of Deepika sharma, that she was not opening the door of her house and a foul smell was coming from the house. When he arrived with constable Shinde, they went around the house and saw a woman’s body lying on the floor; yes it was a dead body. The owner of the house Jayant was out for an onsite assignment at Mumbai. It was not a robbery, there was no evidence of foul play either .No substance of any kind was found in her toxicology report, and the Pathologist declared her death a case of natural cause from heart failure.
The next Sunday Inspector Rahul arrested Mr Jayant. Jayant was shocked; he was remembering his love story which was a popular one at Infosys Mysore. Jayant was a cool guy, a typical Punjabi guy fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical, ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore where he met Deepika sharma a charming doll from Delhi carrying her typical Delhi university attitude. He had fallen for Deepika the moment they met at induction at the multiplex. His friends tried to warn him that Deepika was a big flirt, but he did not care. After the training got over, they were married within months after meeting each other but he soon realized his mistake.
While both were working at same Infosys office, they used to go separately on their own vehicles, she treated him like a piece of garbage, both on the premises and at home, and especially liked to insult his mom and dad. The final assault came when he saw her and her colleague Rohan at E square the multiplex coming out after watching the movie Ishquiyan.Jayant had loved her so much but was unable to understand what to do now; he was irritated to the core as Deepika openly flirting with many of her colleagues. Jayant felt humiliated. On Deepak’s birthday she did not came home the whole night and did not even bothered to explain the reason , a germ of an idea was born in jayant’s mind. He wanted his wife dead one way or another.
He started studying about perfect murders and homicides from online blogs and websites, where he came to know about the poison chimera, it was such a poison that would make the victim undergo a heart attack with in thirty minutes and it won’t get detected, it was secretly bought online by jayant and was mixed into deepika’s dinner on 26th jan, when he left for the onsite assignment. It was supposed to end in a perfect murder; But Deepika had plans with Rohan and gave the dinner to her Maid Sushma .Sushma died after thirty minutes as it was a perfect murder.
Inspector Rahul Got all the records from internet usage of Mr Jayant and a little of third degree made jayant commit his mistake. Jayant got life imprisonment and gave divorce to Deepika the next month of his arrest. Deepika was not bothered and left to US with Rohan after the divorce formalities were over.

Coffe at Chennai Express

Sahil was a cool guy, a typical Punjabi guy fresh out of farms of Punjab into this magical, ever so romantic place called Infosys Mysore. Sahil used to like Monika, but he didn’t know her. She was so beautiful. Her photograph generally appeared in the columns of Gurukul the Global Education Centre’s magazine an online journal. She was a dynamic personality. He just admired her. He always wanted to see her in person; he always enquired her classmates about her timings, and always waited to see her leaving for the food courts.
One weekend he was traveling in CHENNAI EXPRESS from Bangalore to Chennai. He boarded the train got his seat and saw his next seat being vacant. No one came there to occupy it. The T.C told him that that seat is reserved from next station. He was going to Chennai to attend his friend’s engagement. It took around 20 minutesto reach the next station. He was listening to songs on his new cell phone when the door opened and he could not believe his luck. Monika came to occupy the seat.
“I am Sahil’, He told her. She gave a smile and shook hands with him. May I know your name please? He asked. She replied “Monika”. Then after about half an hour later he gathered the courage to tell her that he knew who she is and is a big admirer of her poems on the journal. O.K. was the reply. She was reluctant to talk but he continued, “I see your photographs appearing in Gurukul-The online journal” and that’s how he started the conversation. The steward came and asked about any requirement. They ordered coffee, “I would like to share one of my dreams with you” he said. She gave affirmative reply. “Monika, I always wanted to have this coffee with you at least once in my life time” he dared to tell her. “That’s wonderful. Dreams also come true, wow. That’s how it all started. Now after few days Monika and Sahil were buddies and shared almost all the time together only. Both used to sit alongside each other during Stream Training, Both used to have lunch together, they always used to study together, he liked her deeply. Sahil had starting loving her and desperately used to wait for her in the sessions.
Fortunately or unfortunately both got the posting at Chennai and they had to travel through the same CHENNAI EXPRESS, It was the right opportunity for Sahil to express his love, the same train where it all started. The steward came and asked about any requirement. They ordered COFFEE, oh yes Coffee!! “hey Monika I want to share a dream with you” …”I also want to tell you something very special”.Ok ladies first tell me.”I m going to get married to Raj, my childhood friend “It’s an arranged marriage but we like each other so much “ ….” I actually love him “
Sahil had nothing to say.
The End.

A beautiful thing called love

A beautiful Thing Called Love.
Vipin’s dream was to become a Pilot. He joined one of reputed training academy the UNITED AVAIATION ACADAMY at gurgaon on June 23 2007 soon after he finished his from his hometown in Haryana. He was friendly with everyone there in the academy. His humorous nature was his strength. He was very good in human relations. All the girls in that academy liked him. He was one of those Raw Punjabi guys who could attract anyone. Vipin was a cool guy, a typical Punjabi fresh out of farms of Haryana. His friendly nature made majority of girls under the impression that he was in love with them, but love was the only word which was not in his dictionary. Many times he would see girls checking him out during the ground training sessions, but he usually smiled at them and never proceeded.
Vipin was to leave for London for his air training on Tuesday, and suddenly on Monday his mother called him and said that she did not wanted
Him to go for air training as that was very adventures job and she can’t not live like that. She told him that the duration for which he will be flying her heart will be in her mouth. So after a lot of discussion; like a perfect mamma’s boy he decided to return back and join one of the IT firms at Mysore called Infosys.
He was to join the training on 14 Jan, 2008. All his class mates came to see off him at the air-port. He was shaking hand with everyone and noticed one of girls from his batch was not there. He asked about her. But nobody knew why she did not turn up. May be because she was reserved type of personality, but one thing was sure that he was not feeling good without her there. Finally vipin left and joined the training at Mysore.18th Jan was his birthday when suddenly he received a phone call from Divya the same girl who was not present to see him off the airport.
“Happy Birthday Vipin, I love you”, were her words. From the day he joined training. Every one kept calling him. But she didn’t call. There was not a single day when he didn’t miss her. He was badly looking to hear her voice. Whenever he tried to call her, she didn’t take any calls. He had actually started discussing her with every colleague there. She was the one who used to sit alongside him during ground training sessions, she was the one who used to share her lunch with him, she was the one who was ever so smiling, she was the one who always used to study together with him, she was the only one who never checked him out but liked him deeply. Vipin also used to wait for her in the sessions; He also waited for her at lunch, but none of them never knew it was love.
“Happy Birthday Vipin , I love you” , These were the words he listened to and was on 7th heaven( I actually wrote cloud9) ,Since then he added one lovely word to his dictionary, LOVE. He is still working with one of best IT Firms, and she is an air hostess at Kingfisher Airways. They happen to meet almost once in a fortnight. They are planning to get married soon.
My question: Why one waits for the other to make him/her realize its Love.

Her New Mail Id

It was 19 Jan 2008 , Simran was about to leave for the day from office as it was her birthday tomorrow and soon she would start getting calls also it was her last working day at Infosys , as soon she would be getting married to Jayant in a month’s time who was the chosen one by her parents but both were seeing each other after they got engaged 6 months back. She was about to shoot the final mail bidding adieu to everyone, when she called her friend Rohit who was a colleague whom she met just 3 months ago, She told him to create an Email id at Gmail so that she can Transfer all the data to that mail from office and also she would mention everybody to be in touch with her on that new mail id only.

Rohit made the new id and informed her new username and password. Soon she mailed all the private stuff from her system and also mentioned that id in her last mail. She started from office at 10 Pm after attending the farewell cake cutting ceremony. As soon she got out from office she got a call from Jayant so instead of taking the bus she started walking towards her home as it was just 2km away from the company on foot as she usually used to do whenever she was on call.

Suddenly it was 2230 hours when Rohit’s call was on waiting, she did not picked it as she was still talking to jayant. After a few minute’s she got a message from Rohit saying that “he has seen all the images of her with her ex boy friend mailed to that new id and now he has changed the password of the email id and now she cannot do anything and if she wants those pictures back, he wants 100k rupees for that.”

She was shocked nearly to death as the fast moving bus passed by just a whisker away. She has no clue what to do next to go and celebrate her birthday or to tell everything to jayant or to start collecting 100k rupees.


2nd and the last part

Walking on the road was she, alone in that crowed yet so lonely road in the killing noisy silence. It was 11 now jayant was calling her but she was not picking, She was still lost in thoughts what to do and what not to cursing her for trusting Rohit as well for saving old memories, suddenly she got another message from Rohit informing her that she has got just 3 hours for 100k.

After thinking for long she decided to give him the money. Rahul told her to come to majestic station to give her the money, both decided to meet at 3 am in the morning .Jayant kept on calling her but she did not picked any of the calls. She went to the ATM and took the money.

She was waiting for Rohit at the bus stop, suddenly from nowhere she was met by him, who came and pick up her, from the bus station. He took her to an under-construction building in Tilaknagar, where he told him to give the money and switch off the mobile phone. After getting the money he was now full of greed and lust as he told her that he liked her and wanted to have sex with her and started making sexual advancements and told her if she refrains or stops he would make the pictures public. She tried to stop him but she was afraid too. A loud noise of tearing cloth was heard.

She reached home 4 am and slept; Jayant came at 6 am in the morning and gave him a surprise birthday visit with a beautiful birthday cake.

And asked her why the phone was switched off.”It was out of battery” she explained. They both had coffee together which she made. At 7 am the newspaper came and jayant shouted “hey someone from your office got murdered last night”.

The newspaper read “A techie named Rohit was beaten to death by robbers and all his valuables were stole, Police have no clue about anything till now.”


Fight Between Room mates

Charlotte Bronte said “Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs”. But can u avoid that, at least I can’t ....even if you don’t react to something, it’s mentally that you keep on thinking about your grudges. Sometimes it becomes really difficult as u want to remain silent so that you avoid reacting on your grudge, but this silence kills you internally. And if you think of forgetting that you find that you can’t forget it!!!!Then you think that the life is always bewitched because you cannot be a saint who will maintain his cool every time. The basic thing is that everyone wants happiness, no one wants suffering. And happiness mainly comes from our own attitude, rather than from external factors. If your own mental attitude is correct, even if you remain in a hostile atmosphere, you feel happy.
Now let me come to the main topic, Fights between roommates usually end up in a territorial battle or may be a grudge for a life time. You butt heads for one night and after that everything the other person does for the rest of the week is wrong.
“Little things that never really annoyed you before now blaringly stand out.”
You may have left a couple of dirty dishes out, but since his pile is a little bigger than yours you decide to snap at him: "I always clean the dishes why don't you try to do work for a change?!" And the response really depends on your roommate. Because if you have a nice roommate who isn't used to confrontation, he might behave strange after that. He can stop talking to you or might taunt back at you or stop taking lunch with you. This is just human nature and I will repeat the same more than once .It’s Just that room mates are after all roommates they are not your friends or soul mates they are just roommates and if they are more than that other roommates might have problem with that, I hope you understand that .
The issue of cleaning the dishes might end up in a strange outcome where one might think of other as an insensitive Nazi. A cool roommate will then calmly clean all the dishes, go out and buy disposable cups, plates and whatever, and point out that he won't ever have to use the dishes again. A hot tempered roommate will throw all the dirty dishes out into the hallway and say something like, "The dishes have relocated themselves. Maybe if we're lucky, room service will come pick them up and then you'll get herpes you dumb cunt. I hate living with you." Stop acting like my Dad.
All I'm saying is, this is just human nature, when you are grown up like a guy who isn't used to confrontation these things can mean a lot or may invite reactions instead of actions. And in my view point it’s just normal, if the frequencies does not match between two people it’s not like that one or the other is a significant idiot it’s just that both are normal human beings and they can’t stay together because they have different tastes of ice creams, yeah if I like vanilla and you love strawberry why should I have a problem with it. And these small tiffs or may be bigger ones should not be the deciding factor for judgment on his character or whatever significant.
Then there's always the silent treatment method of fighting where you and your roommate refuse to communicate with each other. One comes in for a small talk, the other leaves. No longer do you share the music on your computer/mobile, one sits with headphones on (I do it and I agree with it), the other sits in dead silence. But you can always tell if someone is mad by the way they eat and shut the door. When a roommate is sleeping you secretly hope that your intensive singing is keeping them awake. And let's face it, it's always a fun contest to see who can slam the door the hardest, just to prove that (SLAM!) you're still mad, (WACK!) you're not giving in, and (BANG!!) not even alcohol is going to be able to solve this problem. (I have actually realized that, personal experience speaks dude!!), this silent treatment is actually the one in which you're really screwed. Yes I mean it and it happens everywhere, you are not a solitaire victim of the same.
There is another types of roommates as well, Ok first tell me don’t you love the friends who stay neutral when you're fighting? You know, the ones who don't want to take sides, don't want to get involved, are content with the awkward silence at the lunch table, and pretend that doors aren't be slammed uncontrollably (it's probably just the wind)? They just simply don't want to be thrown into politics where they might actually have to be decisive—at least to stop the incredible singing in the midnight. To me these friends are known as uninvolved inconsiderate confidants who won't confirm that the other person is wrong and I'm completely right—to the rest of the world they're known as the Swiss. Obviously NOM!
Yet other types of roommates is that who will always tell you to please keep the volume of your T.V or music system exactly when you are enjoying it the most and will never keep the volume down themselves when they are watching/listening the same. A typical reaction will be that one will immediately switch off the system and SLAM the door pretending nothing bothers him and he don’t even care about the another and will wait for his turn to say please keep the volume down in the most polite of the manners. It’s just that one or the other could have been more polite being at each other’s shoes.
And then there's always a thrower lurking somewhere in the mist. You know this person. He's pretty cool under pressure. You've never seen him overreact or throw a tantrum. Normally he's just completely put together—not a shiny hair on his head out of place. Then one day someone screws him over. A ML gives him an unfair CRR rating, a bad driver cuts him off on the street, the toilet paper was put on backwards causing an unsightly kink in his folding pattern before wiping his ass—whatever makes him tick. But when he snaps—especially if it's the first time—you're not ready to see him torpedo his knick knacks across the room. The floor and wall have evidence of broken picture frames all over it, perfume bottles are leaking into the carpet, and the once peaceful snow village has been victimized by a lost eco-system when he violently chucks the snow globe into the door. Then he'll storm off, leaving the roommate to clean it up before he gets back and has to see the carnage of items that would have gotten a pretty good price at a garage sale.
A word of caution: when this individual is pissed at you, he has aim like a sniper chilling in a bell tower on a cloudless day. So when his miniature tower of Pisa comes flying at your head, just pray you've got better coordination than you do when you're playing Mario or may be mortal combat or most probably street fight.
Money is always going to be an issue. Everyone goes to the ATM and therefore everyone has hundreds. And no one is ever around with change. So someone always ends up paying more than the fair share, and the topic of gas money could have its own column. Let's just say this: we're all poor in our own sense, but don't never offer someone gas money, or if you do promise to buy them a drink, you better remember it down at the bars. You can't blame someone when they're sober and driving on just a few pennies.
Confronting people about money matters is the only confrontation I am scared of. I'd rather pay for the whole table at a restaurant and be done with it than watch everyone pull out calculators and bicker to a dead end about tax and tip, only to have them forget to pay me back later, Thank god people maintain some kind of notebook at home to manage all these else this issue is the worst when taken to our faces. Because at some point down the line when you're short on cash, you'll end up bringing up the "you owe me" subject. Some people are so sensitive about money that they'll just fling a twenty at you, you won't accept, and then it just sits there on the ground about to be blown away, when really both of you want it and feel you rightfully deserve it.
At the end I would just like to add that people do have difference in attitude, perceptions and perspectives and yes people do have their own set of choices .you might like licking a vanilla ice cream and I might like to eat it, it’s just the choices and the way we want to live our lives and the small fights between roommates should not be the deciding factor in deciding him as a person.
PS: “People are islands in the sea of misunderstandings”

What should i do with this life without you

Its fine with me

What God has and is

I remember you

Training Khatam Rishtey Khatam

Training khatam rishtey khatam
Yaad aayega sabko training me kya-kya bita..
bus cgpa achchi ho jaye sabke dil me thi yeh aas..
Bande jaate they induction me ban-than ke ekdum jhakaas..
Hamesha dhoonda karte koi ladki hai kya aas-paas..
Roz gazibo me kiya karte the wo,C, Unix ya koi aur bakwaas..
Par nothing can beat the 'Analysis of Algorithms' ka trash !!!
Har raat gec mein socha karte ki cgpa above 4.5 ho jaye aaj..
Kal nahi soya to kya hua sounga mein black tag mil jane ke baad.. (Recompri Special)
Har ek module k results ke liye kitne hote hum bekaraar..
Din bhar tension me karte previous paper baar baar..
Sabka dil diya karta tha bas yehi ek pukaar..
Ke is baar to ho jaye cgpa 4.5 se paar !!!
Yaad hain mujhe kuch mere wo khushnaseeb yaar..
Jinka roz hua karta FC me sweet-sweet pyaar..
Duniya se chupte-chupate roz karte dil ka izhaar..
Aur poocha to kehte ' We're just friends yaar ' !!!
Aakhir aa hi gayi hum sab ki bichadne ki baari..
Koi jayega chadigarh to kisi ne SWAP ki kee hai tayyari..
Sab Project pe lag gaye ek-ek..baari-baari..
Bas reh gayi apni yaadein khatti-meethi pyaari-pyaari !!!
yaad aayegi mujhe wo "COMPRI Results out " ki pukaar..
Kya pata kyu hum sab bichad jeynege yaar..
Dil me hain jo baat keh deta hoon ek baar..
Tum jahan bhi honge doston..yaad aaoge baar baar.."
...................................................Rahul Miglani...................
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i did it
I got no chance , no body gave me a damn
But I did it & I did it ;
low cgpa on the wall , I was about to fall
But I did it & I did it ;
I wanna thanks all , who din let me fall
But I did it & I did it ;