Auidence ki toh jaisi taisi is what Sajjid Khan thinks. HOUSEFULL is a straightway loser and the opening song- I’m a loser, actually suits Sajjid most. The movie is a mixed version of few comedy flicks and totally ill logical. I don’t know what exactly Sajjid wants to prove but I would say that Indian audiences are smarter than what he thinks. Secondly; Akshay, you should actually now know the reason why you never get an award. Do some sensible roles yaar, we are just pissed of watching the same kinda role in your every film. Ranbir kapoor is the latest sensation now and Akki just looked like Deepika’s father in the film, forget about any chemistry.
The first half was similar to Chandnichowk to China & Singh is king, where apna hero is just proving himself sweet and innocent by getting into shit again and again. So it’s boring all the way. The movie starts well in the second half but then it’s taken from ALL THE BEST and climax makes you feel that you are actually watching a Priyadarshan film plus there are scenes from HANGOVER. So, where is your creativity Boss! As you claim to be the best director from India.
Sajjid Khan is just a loud mouth; remember the Ashutosh Gowarikar clash with him in an award ceremony or the recent controversy on Manoj Kumar. Damn! You just can’t match their standards anyway. He should actually learn some manners and etiquettes. Sajjid was better in Candico Ikke Pe Ikke. Being brother of Farah Khan doesn’t make you Satyajit Ray.
Films like this actually earn a bad name for Bollywood. Learn from Hollywood to respect the audiences. I would actually advise producers to spend more money on scripts and story than pouring showers on promotion and stars. A good film will always be appreciated.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, October 23, 2009
I miss you
Sometimes, I do regret for what I am, but we might have never known to each other then. We met, it was luck! We talked, it was chance! We became friends, it was destiny! We were friends, it is faith! We will always be friends it was a promise, I couldn’t keep it. So, I do regret what I did, rest of my life. My friendship with you was one of the best thing happened in my life and I screwed it up all, unintentionally. I always made mistakes and never tried to learn from them, perhaps created even more serious issues. I thought you would forgive me like the other times but this time I had crossed my limits and you punished me big times. I don’t blame you for that or for all other things. I accept it was my entire fault.
A relation is not how long you have been together, not give or take not how many times you talk to each other. It is all about how you value each other and I didn’t understand it. May be I am not worth of it or that don’t know how to keep the things going. But I never intended to hurt you and it’s just your happiness which matters me most even if it meant staying out of your life. Trust me, it still pains but I can’t do anything for it, I deserve it.
I do feel to rotate the time and rectify everything that distanced us. Nevertheless that’s not possible, I know. But I want you to forgive me one last time; I really do miss your presence in my life. Miss you, my just friend who is girl.
A relation is not how long you have been together, not give or take not how many times you talk to each other. It is all about how you value each other and I didn’t understand it. May be I am not worth of it or that don’t know how to keep the things going. But I never intended to hurt you and it’s just your happiness which matters me most even if it meant staying out of your life. Trust me, it still pains but I can’t do anything for it, I deserve it.
I do feel to rotate the time and rectify everything that distanced us. Nevertheless that’s not possible, I know. But I want you to forgive me one last time; I really do miss your presence in my life. Miss you, my just friend who is girl.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
the song dedicated to my school
dt. : .......................
# * LONLINESS * #
I STIL REMEMBER THE TEARS ROLLING DOWN,
EVERYTHING COMING TO AN ABRUPT END ;
THE FEELING OF INSECURITY
TORTURE AND ALOOFNESS.
STANDING AT THE CASEMENT
AND WATCHING HER GO.......................
THE MEMORIES ARE HAZY BUT FEELINGS ARE PURE ,
I 'LL MISS YOU P.R.I.A , I 'LL MISS YOU FOR SURE ............
I STILL REMEMBER MY ACHIVEMENTS IN SCHOOL ,
FULL MARKS IN MATHS ,
MY TROPHY FOR DEBATE ,
RUNNING ALL OVER THE HURDLES
CHEARING MY HOUSE FOR A GOAL ...
THE STRINGS SPREADING MUSIC IN THE AIR,
MY FURTILE EFFORTS TO PAINT
AND THE BRUSHES FULL OF COLOURS
EACH DAY MY HARD WASHED UNIFORMS
WOULD BE STAINED WITH MY CHILDISH STROKES ,
AND ABOVE ALL , STARE MAMMA IN THE EYE ..
I STILL REMEMBER MY FRIEND
MY WIT AND SENSE FOR ME
THE ONE WHO HELD MY HAND
WHEN NO ONE PITTIED ON ME ,
MY PHILOSOPHER , MY GUIDE ,
A HARD FACE OUT ,
BUT SOFT FROM INSIDE
SHE WAS ONE WITH THE DIFFERENCE
MY TEACHER AND PREACHER AS WELL,
LOOKING , CARING AND TREATING ME,
LIKE HER OWN CHILD ,
I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MEMORIES
WORTH A FORTUNE FOR ME
AND TODAY AS I SAY ADIEU TO MY SCHOOL
I RAISE MY HANDS IN PRAYER AND SAY
RETURN ME THE DAY ONCE MORE
THE FIRST DAY OF MY SCHOOL
THE WAY I CLENCHED MOMS HANDS
THE WAY DAD LEFT ME IN MY CLASS
LET AGAIN I FEEL THE PANG OF STICKS
LET AGAIN ME STAND AFRONT MY CLASS TO MIND
WITH PLEASURE I WOULD SHRED MY YOUTH
IF I GET MY CHILDHOOD DAYS BACK IN FULL.
MY CHILDHOOD AND MY INNOCENSE
AGAIN TO CHERISH THE REMINISCENCE
THE MEMORIES GO HAZY BUT FEELINGS REMAIN PURE
I'LL YOU P.R.I.A. , I'LL MISS YOU FOR SURE....................................................
# * LONLINESS * #
I STIL REMEMBER THE TEARS ROLLING DOWN,
EVERYTHING COMING TO AN ABRUPT END ;
THE FEELING OF INSECURITY
TORTURE AND ALOOFNESS.
STANDING AT THE CASEMENT
AND WATCHING HER GO.......................
THE MEMORIES ARE HAZY BUT FEELINGS ARE PURE ,
I 'LL MISS YOU P.R.I.A , I 'LL MISS YOU FOR SURE ............
I STILL REMEMBER MY ACHIVEMENTS IN SCHOOL ,
FULL MARKS IN MATHS ,
MY TROPHY FOR DEBATE ,
RUNNING ALL OVER THE HURDLES
CHEARING MY HOUSE FOR A GOAL ...
THE STRINGS SPREADING MUSIC IN THE AIR,
MY FURTILE EFFORTS TO PAINT
AND THE BRUSHES FULL OF COLOURS
EACH DAY MY HARD WASHED UNIFORMS
WOULD BE STAINED WITH MY CHILDISH STROKES ,
AND ABOVE ALL , STARE MAMMA IN THE EYE ..
I STILL REMEMBER MY FRIEND
MY WIT AND SENSE FOR ME
THE ONE WHO HELD MY HAND
WHEN NO ONE PITTIED ON ME ,
MY PHILOSOPHER , MY GUIDE ,
A HARD FACE OUT ,
BUT SOFT FROM INSIDE
SHE WAS ONE WITH THE DIFFERENCE
MY TEACHER AND PREACHER AS WELL,
LOOKING , CARING AND TREATING ME,
LIKE HER OWN CHILD ,
I WILL NEVER FORGET THE MEMORIES
WORTH A FORTUNE FOR ME
AND TODAY AS I SAY ADIEU TO MY SCHOOL
I RAISE MY HANDS IN PRAYER AND SAY
RETURN ME THE DAY ONCE MORE
THE FIRST DAY OF MY SCHOOL
THE WAY I CLENCHED MOMS HANDS
THE WAY DAD LEFT ME IN MY CLASS
LET AGAIN I FEEL THE PANG OF STICKS
LET AGAIN ME STAND AFRONT MY CLASS TO MIND
WITH PLEASURE I WOULD SHRED MY YOUTH
IF I GET MY CHILDHOOD DAYS BACK IN FULL.
MY CHILDHOOD AND MY INNOCENSE
AGAIN TO CHERISH THE REMINISCENCE
THE MEMORIES GO HAZY BUT FEELINGS REMAIN PURE
I'LL YOU P.R.I.A. , I'LL MISS YOU FOR SURE....................................................
BLOODY BALD
I always believe that Indian cinema doesn’t need any Oscars or other award to prove its excellence. Since couple of years I am quite happy that our film makers have made different kinds of movies. Even the Yash Raj banner which has produced only Romantic or family dramas has created some critically acclaimed films like Kabul express and our very own Chak de India. Perhaps due to the arrival of young directors like Rakesh Mehra, Anurag Kashyap, Faraah Khan,Bhandarkar, etc. has changed the whole face of Bollywood. So I really don’t understand in which world this bald Dan Wolman lives, after reading his comments in the paper Mumbai Mirror, I request the press to give me his address I would send him some DVDs of some classics like Lagaan, Devdas, RDB, Guru, Lage rahoo and the latest one Taare Zameen par. While comparing the talents I don’t think even Spielberg could make Devdas, no actor in Hollywood could match Hrithik. From dance to stunts-From Koi mil gaya to Dhoom2 he makes his mark. And also I don’t think Jackie Chen or Brad Pit could direct Taare Zameen par. And for SRK I don’t words because he is the best. Yet I would say do you have any star in WEST with no controversy in life like our SRK. And when comes to talent of Dan- he mentions of his film Tied, a movie on AIDS affected person, let me tell him we had already made My Brother Nickhil some years ago.
So an advice for him, before talking about Indian cinema, first sees what the status of your own country’s film. And never again dare to comment on India, the country where Satya Jeet Ray was born. And I don’t understand why Mumbai mirror entertain such people. What’s really wrong with you people? Go and write more about Rakhi Sawant’s Sawamvar and Kareena’s zero figure.
mirrorfeedback@indiatimes.com
So an advice for him, before talking about Indian cinema, first sees what the status of your own country’s film. And never again dare to comment on India, the country where Satya Jeet Ray was born. And I don’t understand why Mumbai mirror entertain such people. What’s really wrong with you people? Go and write more about Rakhi Sawant’s Sawamvar and Kareena’s zero figure.
mirrorfeedback@indiatimes.com
i won a prize for this story in my school
The best teacher in my life
I lost my mother at an early age to cancer. But my mom’s memory haunted me and I soon went into depression. Dad was always busy with his business so really didn’t had much time for me. That’s why I was sent to boarding school. There I tried my best to mix up with other guys yet I always felt my mom’s absence in my life. Most of the time after school, I preferred staying alone. My academics went below par.
Once, on an occasion of Mother’s day, an essay writing competition was held. I always had a knack of writing and the topic being ‘MOTHERHOOD’ I wrote my heart out. Undisputedly I won the first prize; my Principal called me, praised my talent and asked whether I told my mom about it. I collapsed into tears and said that if I knew the number of heaven, I would have had definitely informed her. She was moved with my answer and held me in her arms. However I couldn’t stop tears, she comforted me and said, “No mother likes their children to cry. God needed her more than you so he called her. Aren’t you proud of that?? Now don’t let your mom feel small there. Let her feel proud that you flourished in life on your own. Her eyes are always on you.”
From that day, she would visit me everyday and took special care for my studies. With her ample care and love gradually I improved and topped the school in my SSC board exam. On our farewell, I thanked ma’am for giving me my life. With a lump in her throat she said, “My mom would be really proud of me.” I didn’t want her to know my melancholy by shedding tears instead gave her a gift; she deliberately accepted but said she preferred my letters. I promised her I would keep writing to her. Even in school, on my every birthday, I would give her a letter. She would read my letters with a smile.
For few days I was down without her. I really missed her. She was a lady of dignity and power. She believed in doing her things around with her own ways, which invited a fair amount of admiration as well as criticism. Disturbed at the wagging tongues, I asked her once how she remained calm. She replied, “In every field, there are critics and admirers. But, if you are to yourself, you need not bother about these things.” I always wondered from where she got such vibrant energy to stand against this cruel world. I got it was all because of her divine relation with the Almighty. Sometimes even I accompanied her to the church in Sundays. There she would be a different persona all together- composed and silent, so much sunken in her prayer. I inquired once, what she wished to God. She smiled and she said that she had a son who was studying in U.S. and she prayed for his well being. Then it was my turn and I answered
“I asked God to fulfill your wish.”
I kept my promise and continued writing. For couple of years I got reply, then suddenly they stopped and finally I started getting my letters back. When I inquired about it at the post office, I came to know that nobody stays there with that name. I was quite surprised, but then I was busy in my new life and didn’t go ahead with the investigations. Few months later I had to visit Mumbai for some work, and I gave a try to hunt her whereabouts. It took me four days to locate her. She was admitted to an asylum after a paralytic stroke, she had a lost her dear son. He was too a hero like her and gave his life saving two children in Mumbai floods. His end was too big for her to bear and soon she was paralyzed.
I took her home and cared her as she did for me. She recovered gradually and even started me talking. But God needed her too, her health collapsed one day suddenly. Doctors gave their final word; I kept seated along her bed praying God all night to spare her, but he is cruel too and took her away from me. During her last breath, she held my hand and said
“Son, thanks for inculcating my teaching and values, continue doing good things. I am going among the star where my beloved son and your mother are. I will tell her all about you. She would be so proud of you. After I am gone, promise you won’t cry.”
I nodded and she closed her eyes in peace, forever.
Few days later, after she left us, I opened an old suitcase which belonged to her and occupied a pride place on her table. Along with documents, photographs and few gifts from her son, I found an envelope. I took a look inside and found all my letters to her kept in sequence and well maintained. There wasn’t a single fold on the pages even the first letter, which was eight years old, was intact.
Tears welled up in my eyes. For long time, I was overwhelmed. Sorry ma’am I failed to keep my promise.
I lost my mother at an early age to cancer. But my mom’s memory haunted me and I soon went into depression. Dad was always busy with his business so really didn’t had much time for me. That’s why I was sent to boarding school. There I tried my best to mix up with other guys yet I always felt my mom’s absence in my life. Most of the time after school, I preferred staying alone. My academics went below par.
Once, on an occasion of Mother’s day, an essay writing competition was held. I always had a knack of writing and the topic being ‘MOTHERHOOD’ I wrote my heart out. Undisputedly I won the first prize; my Principal called me, praised my talent and asked whether I told my mom about it. I collapsed into tears and said that if I knew the number of heaven, I would have had definitely informed her. She was moved with my answer and held me in her arms. However I couldn’t stop tears, she comforted me and said, “No mother likes their children to cry. God needed her more than you so he called her. Aren’t you proud of that?? Now don’t let your mom feel small there. Let her feel proud that you flourished in life on your own. Her eyes are always on you.”
From that day, she would visit me everyday and took special care for my studies. With her ample care and love gradually I improved and topped the school in my SSC board exam. On our farewell, I thanked ma’am for giving me my life. With a lump in her throat she said, “My mom would be really proud of me.” I didn’t want her to know my melancholy by shedding tears instead gave her a gift; she deliberately accepted but said she preferred my letters. I promised her I would keep writing to her. Even in school, on my every birthday, I would give her a letter. She would read my letters with a smile.
For few days I was down without her. I really missed her. She was a lady of dignity and power. She believed in doing her things around with her own ways, which invited a fair amount of admiration as well as criticism. Disturbed at the wagging tongues, I asked her once how she remained calm. She replied, “In every field, there are critics and admirers. But, if you are to yourself, you need not bother about these things.” I always wondered from where she got such vibrant energy to stand against this cruel world. I got it was all because of her divine relation with the Almighty. Sometimes even I accompanied her to the church in Sundays. There she would be a different persona all together- composed and silent, so much sunken in her prayer. I inquired once, what she wished to God. She smiled and she said that she had a son who was studying in U.S. and she prayed for his well being. Then it was my turn and I answered
“I asked God to fulfill your wish.”
I kept my promise and continued writing. For couple of years I got reply, then suddenly they stopped and finally I started getting my letters back. When I inquired about it at the post office, I came to know that nobody stays there with that name. I was quite surprised, but then I was busy in my new life and didn’t go ahead with the investigations. Few months later I had to visit Mumbai for some work, and I gave a try to hunt her whereabouts. It took me four days to locate her. She was admitted to an asylum after a paralytic stroke, she had a lost her dear son. He was too a hero like her and gave his life saving two children in Mumbai floods. His end was too big for her to bear and soon she was paralyzed.
I took her home and cared her as she did for me. She recovered gradually and even started me talking. But God needed her too, her health collapsed one day suddenly. Doctors gave their final word; I kept seated along her bed praying God all night to spare her, but he is cruel too and took her away from me. During her last breath, she held my hand and said
“Son, thanks for inculcating my teaching and values, continue doing good things. I am going among the star where my beloved son and your mother are. I will tell her all about you. She would be so proud of you. After I am gone, promise you won’t cry.”
I nodded and she closed her eyes in peace, forever.
Few days later, after she left us, I opened an old suitcase which belonged to her and occupied a pride place on her table. Along with documents, photographs and few gifts from her son, I found an envelope. I took a look inside and found all my letters to her kept in sequence and well maintained. There wasn’t a single fold on the pages even the first letter, which was eight years old, was intact.
Tears welled up in my eyes. For long time, I was overwhelmed. Sorry ma’am I failed to keep my promise.
What is Love Actually?
Post BOWLED N THE BEAUTIFUL, people around have always come upon me for suggestion on their love life. I take it quite casually and sometimes I scare to give an advise, after all it may matter somewhere very badly. But anyway if someone had ever asked what my perception towards it is, I had a lot to share with. Actually, I am really not sure what exactly love is? I mean is there any criteria or some special quality to recognize it. Now, sitting back I thought some of them what kind of girl I would like to date…
• Good looks (that’s what attracts first)
• Stupid (girls are better not intelligent, I prefer dumb too)
• Modern not a spoilt brat though (At least she should have an Orkut account)
• Simple and soft minded (I hate arrogant girls)
• Not rich (I cannot afford them)
• Art Lover something other than study (Creative minds are always a turn on for me.)
• Lastly, an interesting life (I can’t justify this statement)
Oh my God! What I ended up writing? My engineering mind fused me creating all new qualities for an ideal match but that’s how I actually think for everything.
Anyway, talking about girls in my life, well truly I never had a long relationship and one I had were not even commitment type perhaps the easy ones. Sometimes, I too misunderstood mere friendship to love and most of the time I was shy or didn’t get a chance to speak my heart out. Whatever! I do get carried away, girls make my world go round and everything else can wait. Having a crush is like having a cigar, its starts with a flame continues with a glow & dies in ashes but who cares we are chain smokers! (I got this sms some years back). Anyway, that’s quite normal and I am proud of that considering the new ideology these days.
But sometimes I do feel deprived for not having a permanent companion but is it love has to be bounded; I mean is togetherness that important. I have this girl in my life whom I loved very much. But then one day when we met after a long time things between us changed all of a sudden. Of course she still didn’t feel anything for me; I am just an old classmate of hers. I had moved on from that now. But then I thought she was not the one whom I adored all these days and it’s really not because of the fact that she turned down me. Wealth is a turn on for her, she is practical about relationship and love meant fun for her. May be she was all the same but then I never understood her properly but then I still have some feelings somewhere within for her. For what was that actually? Just because she is beautiful, so is that what matter most?
Secondly, this new girl whom I came across through Orkut, “my just friend who is a girl” and not my girl friend, had made such a big impact on my life in few days, I never saw her in real, just few photographs and she is not a Miss. India. Our friendship grew with exchange of sms daily and couple of calls but they were long, she has a sweet voice. I don’t know why but she is been always comfortable in telling whatever I asked her. Sometimes, she did hesitated but still I came to know everything about her. I was really surprised on an instant when I read about a definition of love which says it’s a PLAN COINCIDENCE and indeed this may be the one. Everything about us is so co-incidental and if we get along together, it would be really great fascinating story to tell. Yes! I have deep feeling for her too. I wait for the whole day for the night to come and then for 9.30 when she would sms me and when she doesn’t, I go nuts. We have though many barriers between us but I hardly count on them. Perhaps, I cherish on the common things we got. The feeling is different; I don’t feel attracted towards her physically. I mean I never fantasize her. I just care for her like anything. I pray that she gets whatever she desires in life and I curse dreadfully to those who had hurt her. My friends say I love her, so I checked on her in my terms. She is dumb and innocent. She admires me as a person and very much kind hearted. And yeah! I am very much interested in her life. In one word, she is a God-sent angel and really her name is a synonym to a forest Goddess. That’s my PC password too. But the basic thing is missing, physical attraction. Friends say that is what true love but still I’m not sure. After all, sms never carry emotions and feelings and besides we are yet to meet.
Do girls like honest guys? I say whatever in my heart directly. Some admire it and some hate me for this but I don’t regret. My this girl in life had been always difficult for me to understand. Our meeting was quite hilarious and strange. Anyway, it took us a long time to get closer. Of course I was busy with other charms around and when I was stranded alone, I clung to her just for a support. She was indeed very good in comforting me and again a feeling for her grew after that. But I always knew she was out of reach, she is very rich and truly money really matter her very much. Whenever we talk, the topic always ends on it. And it’s just about her, for most of the girls it is a big turn on. Why money that important? Is it greater than love? Not for me because I value affection. And also in this case, that was not it! There were many problems. She really cannot come out of her arrogance and presumptuous nature. She really doesn’t ever bother hurting me, for the sake ego. I tried my best but gave up. Now it’s a matter of self respect and I need a break out of it. So here it is, she is beautiful and rich but I had stopped bothering for her.
So, after thinking on so much I still don’t have a solution to my dilemmas and so many journey in search of true love is still on. One of my internet quoted that I may end up involving with a wrong person, let love search you. Have some patience. Whatever? I conclude…
“I find it too difficult to fall in love because people won’t accept me the way I’ am and I can’t do it either. It’s like a mix and match scheme I have tried out all the combinations but I stand out unique.”
• Good looks (that’s what attracts first)
• Stupid (girls are better not intelligent, I prefer dumb too)
• Modern not a spoilt brat though (At least she should have an Orkut account)
• Simple and soft minded (I hate arrogant girls)
• Not rich (I cannot afford them)
• Art Lover something other than study (Creative minds are always a turn on for me.)
• Lastly, an interesting life (I can’t justify this statement)
Oh my God! What I ended up writing? My engineering mind fused me creating all new qualities for an ideal match but that’s how I actually think for everything.
Anyway, talking about girls in my life, well truly I never had a long relationship and one I had were not even commitment type perhaps the easy ones. Sometimes, I too misunderstood mere friendship to love and most of the time I was shy or didn’t get a chance to speak my heart out. Whatever! I do get carried away, girls make my world go round and everything else can wait. Having a crush is like having a cigar, its starts with a flame continues with a glow & dies in ashes but who cares we are chain smokers! (I got this sms some years back). Anyway, that’s quite normal and I am proud of that considering the new ideology these days.
But sometimes I do feel deprived for not having a permanent companion but is it love has to be bounded; I mean is togetherness that important. I have this girl in my life whom I loved very much. But then one day when we met after a long time things between us changed all of a sudden. Of course she still didn’t feel anything for me; I am just an old classmate of hers. I had moved on from that now. But then I thought she was not the one whom I adored all these days and it’s really not because of the fact that she turned down me. Wealth is a turn on for her, she is practical about relationship and love meant fun for her. May be she was all the same but then I never understood her properly but then I still have some feelings somewhere within for her. For what was that actually? Just because she is beautiful, so is that what matter most?
Secondly, this new girl whom I came across through Orkut, “my just friend who is a girl” and not my girl friend, had made such a big impact on my life in few days, I never saw her in real, just few photographs and she is not a Miss. India. Our friendship grew with exchange of sms daily and couple of calls but they were long, she has a sweet voice. I don’t know why but she is been always comfortable in telling whatever I asked her. Sometimes, she did hesitated but still I came to know everything about her. I was really surprised on an instant when I read about a definition of love which says it’s a PLAN COINCIDENCE and indeed this may be the one. Everything about us is so co-incidental and if we get along together, it would be really great fascinating story to tell. Yes! I have deep feeling for her too. I wait for the whole day for the night to come and then for 9.30 when she would sms me and when she doesn’t, I go nuts. We have though many barriers between us but I hardly count on them. Perhaps, I cherish on the common things we got. The feeling is different; I don’t feel attracted towards her physically. I mean I never fantasize her. I just care for her like anything. I pray that she gets whatever she desires in life and I curse dreadfully to those who had hurt her. My friends say I love her, so I checked on her in my terms. She is dumb and innocent. She admires me as a person and very much kind hearted. And yeah! I am very much interested in her life. In one word, she is a God-sent angel and really her name is a synonym to a forest Goddess. That’s my PC password too. But the basic thing is missing, physical attraction. Friends say that is what true love but still I’m not sure. After all, sms never carry emotions and feelings and besides we are yet to meet.
Do girls like honest guys? I say whatever in my heart directly. Some admire it and some hate me for this but I don’t regret. My this girl in life had been always difficult for me to understand. Our meeting was quite hilarious and strange. Anyway, it took us a long time to get closer. Of course I was busy with other charms around and when I was stranded alone, I clung to her just for a support. She was indeed very good in comforting me and again a feeling for her grew after that. But I always knew she was out of reach, she is very rich and truly money really matter her very much. Whenever we talk, the topic always ends on it. And it’s just about her, for most of the girls it is a big turn on. Why money that important? Is it greater than love? Not for me because I value affection. And also in this case, that was not it! There were many problems. She really cannot come out of her arrogance and presumptuous nature. She really doesn’t ever bother hurting me, for the sake ego. I tried my best but gave up. Now it’s a matter of self respect and I need a break out of it. So here it is, she is beautiful and rich but I had stopped bothering for her.
So, after thinking on so much I still don’t have a solution to my dilemmas and so many journey in search of true love is still on. One of my internet quoted that I may end up involving with a wrong person, let love search you. Have some patience. Whatever? I conclude…
“I find it too difficult to fall in love because people won’t accept me the way I’ am and I can’t do it either. It’s like a mix and match scheme I have tried out all the combinations but I stand out unique.”
Friday, September 11, 2009
Adaab Bhaijaan
Aurangabad is a complete different world to Mumbai. When I first visited this city way back in 1998, I had never thought, I would pursue my graduation from here. On my first day of college, I noticed most of guys around were Muslims. I thought staying away from them. But then I met with this guy. I didn’t knew he was a Muslim, perhaps his looks were common- no beard, no skull cap or kurtas. So I thought. So I was quite cozy with him, he was a master in Math’s. It impressed me that and drew my hands for friendship. He told his name-‘Mussaraff’. I burst into laugh, but it really didn’t matter him. Conversely he was rather proud of that.
I was so weak in studies that I didn’t give second thought on our friendship and from his side, he was always happy to help. Later on he introduced me with his roommate. Md. Zia-ul-haq was one of them. A guy with long fuzz, never put off his cap, who offered Namaz five times a day and never wore jeans. I frequented them for my studies and realized how wrong I was about these people. I really enjoyed their company and admired their discipline. Though I sometimes argued with Mussaraff on religious matters but never was serious. Zia never intervened he was always concerned with studies and his God.
In next years I had roommates, senior, caretakers, teachers and even my mentor being a Muslim. And I am fairly proud to have these people as a part of my life. After my college, I will truly miss them a lot. Over the years of experience around, I feel it’s really doesn’t matter which community you belong, but the important part is to surrender before the Almighty. For the narrow minds I have a message- ‘even Allah never wants killing of innocent people’. If truth be told it’s not necessary that only non Muslims are affected by bombing. Perhaps for them it’s a double loss. Not only they lose their loved ones but also face isolation later as a consequence which in turn sows the seeds for another generation of terrorism. Planting bombs is not a solution, fight for rights in correct sense, remember-‘an eye for an eye leaves whole world blind’. And it’s really a myth that minorities are denied of opportunities. Its age of equality and secularism otherwise we might not have had APJ Kalam as a president or SRK as youth icon.
And for the rest the world I would say three things:-
• Not all Muslims are terrorists
• Spreading love and peace is the prime Moto of Islam
• Stop disgracing humanity
I was so weak in studies that I didn’t give second thought on our friendship and from his side, he was always happy to help. Later on he introduced me with his roommate. Md. Zia-ul-haq was one of them. A guy with long fuzz, never put off his cap, who offered Namaz five times a day and never wore jeans. I frequented them for my studies and realized how wrong I was about these people. I really enjoyed their company and admired their discipline. Though I sometimes argued with Mussaraff on religious matters but never was serious. Zia never intervened he was always concerned with studies and his God.
In next years I had roommates, senior, caretakers, teachers and even my mentor being a Muslim. And I am fairly proud to have these people as a part of my life. After my college, I will truly miss them a lot. Over the years of experience around, I feel it’s really doesn’t matter which community you belong, but the important part is to surrender before the Almighty. For the narrow minds I have a message- ‘even Allah never wants killing of innocent people’. If truth be told it’s not necessary that only non Muslims are affected by bombing. Perhaps for them it’s a double loss. Not only they lose their loved ones but also face isolation later as a consequence which in turn sows the seeds for another generation of terrorism. Planting bombs is not a solution, fight for rights in correct sense, remember-‘an eye for an eye leaves whole world blind’. And it’s really a myth that minorities are denied of opportunities. Its age of equality and secularism otherwise we might not have had APJ Kalam as a president or SRK as youth icon.
And for the rest the world I would say three things:-
• Not all Muslims are terrorists
• Spreading love and peace is the prime Moto of Islam
• Stop disgracing humanity
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