28 February 2011 | By: Writing Buddha


            Member's BLOG POST -->>

              It has been a long time since I am being irregular on my blog. So I have thought for a change before I start writing regularly from 1st of March. Salman, as you all already know is a member of our blog and sends his monthly post to me to publish it on my blog. This post was in my drafts from a long time. Finally, I decided to put it on my Blog as I felt that this is the right time for all of you to read such type of a post from a person like Salman. I hope you will like it just like me. Now let's enter into the world of Salman.


              Salman’s back again!!
              The last article by me was very close to my soul… because I literally poured out my soul out in it…
So without wasting much time let’s do this!
I have been pondering a lot about what to write for this installment and was very indecisive for a long time... the topics coming in and out of my mind varied from different subjects each ranging from the extremes of the horizon! first I planned to write about ‘The role of Gandhi’ then I thought maybe I should write on “Misconceptions about Islam’ and almost jumped upon to write it down, but when I actually started to write this article I somehow felt the need, the desire to write about ‘FRIENDS’.. I don’t know why, but I am, and have always been an instinctive person so I shall follow my instincts now even... the above topics, I guess shall be my future posts—i.e. if u think they are appropriate Veeru


           So where to start from???? Let’s say … ok! Let me tell you all about the kind of people who are my friends...
As said before I am an introvert but once I open up I make a great friend! (Not Boasting!! You Can Confirm That from My Friends)
I just got one word to describe my friends ----AWESOME!!!!
Almighty Allah couldn’t have possibly gifted me with better friends than these pals!!
They have been a cornerstone of my existence... these people have been my conscience, my soul, my spirit... they have laughed with me when I was happy, cried with me at times of heartbreak,slapped me,criticized me when I made a fool out of myself and appreciated me when I have stood firm for the ideals I have believed in despite strongest possible opposition from various sections……
it has become my belief that WE don’t choose friends for ourselves but God knows what we have,what we lack and has provided us with these gems who compliment us in our strength and weaknesses….
 But true friendship is found (unfortunately) rarely in today’s world, which has become all too materialistic to understand such a pure emotion...no –not emotion but a way of life!!
I haven’t got any words what actually I feel about my friends but here’s one incident that I can tell you about…
I have this great friend of mine… we have been friends since 7th Grade...not just friends but brothers,infact we have been closer than blood brothers… but then as it is said a relationship is truly tested when a slight misconception or doubt enters trhe minds of the persons involved.. And one such incident shattered our friendship--- the buddies who couldn’t sit in peace without talking with each other for more than half an hour started loathing each other so much that we didn’t even want to look at each other faces!! It was like the friendship of which examples were given never existed!! This nasty incident tore apart our group into two parts... it was a real heartbreak for me... for I never could bear to be the reason for this but my ego wouldn’t let me go and apologise!!Though I knew that even if had gone in front of him and slapped him and said “Bohut Nautanki Ho Gayi!!” it would have been alright...
But then even fate had different plans for us... I shifted to Pune for my junior college and the rest of my buddies to Mumbai... I felt like a black sheep…. We didn’t talk to Each other for two long years!! But then one accident happened that shook me apart!!
My Best buddy’s father passed away in a freak accident!! when I was informed of it  I just stood rooted to the place where I was standing, it was like I had lost all the strength in my knees and was unable to move at all !! I knew that my friend was very close to his father and needed support, needed someone to take care of him, to console him, to grieve with him but I was not there !! my uncle who was leaving to attend the funeral asked me to accompany him and I just stood there staring blankly at the contact I had just popped out of the address book in my cell… n somehow it felt like some hollow voice had spoken “I Can’t!”From within me...and my uncle just stared at me completely flabbergasted! though my family disapproved of my friend at that time they were shocked to hear my refusal to attend the funeral—my uncle said “beta that kid has always stood for you, even argued with us for your sake and you are refusing to stand by him at such a critical moment??” and I stood silently the words cutting me up like a sabre.. Tearing up my heart and soul inside out……
I got many calls from our mutual friends who asked me, requested some even begged me to go there cause they knew no one could handle him better than him but I just kept refusing… many abused me and promised to beat the hell outta me whenever they happened to see me.. They said that they never believed I could be so egoistic as not to help him in such circumstances...
What they couldn’t understand that it wasn’t ego—it was fear, it was shame, it was the pain!! We hadn’t talked for 2 years and now suddenly this happened! I couldn’t envision myself meeting him under such conditions; I didn’t know what to do or say once we met….
After a couple of weeks I went home. There I tried to visit his place when he was not present but couldn’t do so because he had literally stopped getting out of the house... such was his pain!
I somehow managed to reach his doorsteps 3 or 4 times during a day but couldn’t muster the courage to enter it. But suddenly at my last attempt I heard a voice calling out my name—it was his mother... is till remember the look in her eyes... the tears that filled up once I met her gaze... the words that she spoke”Beta,bohut der kar di tune aane me !tere bhai ko teri zarurat thi .. tu hi use sambhaal sakta tha par ab sab khatam ho gaya jaanewaala chala gaya par ab mujhe mere saare bĂȘte firse eksaat chahiye !!” with tears flowing from my eyes I couldn’t believe that this woman had just lost her husband, but all she wanted was to accept me back with open arms !! I was so ashamed of myself that not speaking any word I just ran away from there; ran away as I had never run before. I reached my room locked it up and cried for hours….. The pain was excrutiating, the hurt unbearable...then my cellphone beeped-an msg”Buddy—Nazar lag gayi apne sabko—sab bhool jaa bhai… aajaa! We are all waiting for you!” it was from him!! They all had forgiven me and I couldn’t believe it!!! How could anyone be so loving and forgiving??!!??
The only sentence that can describe our reunion is that felt blissful, tears flowed freely, our sobs could be heard long away but none of us cared to a passing onlooker it would look like a group of 4 long lost friends had met after a long time and it certainly was like that!!
Wow! I am getting all sentimental and nostalgic! Guess I should stop here
Now things are just as they were before and the old gang still rides together and still is the envy of many others J I pray to Almighty ALLAH THAT OUR FRIENDSHIP JUST GETS STRONGER AND STRONGER BY EACH PASSING MOMENT AND NOTHING SHOULD HAPPEN THAT SHALL JEOPARDIZE IT AS BEFORE!!
P.S. I Got A New Line Friends--- “I WILL BE BACK!!J
22 February 2011 | By: Writing Buddha

Can Indians be Egyptians?

            372nd BLOG -->>

        In India, people keep cursing their superiors, bosses, leaders and all kind of executives who are heading the departments. Every Indian has problem with the person giving orders and the person whom you have to listen without any other options like ignoring him or abusing him. For Indians, abuse is like a mother-tongue and the language of respect is like an external talent which may or many not be known to them. When you have problems and issues with the authority, you should be 100% eligible and capable of grading them and asking them to be sincere and germane rather than being wicked and cruel. I remember how students in my school retaliated to the new principal - Mr Joshi when he started introducing modern forms of education in the school because people weren't so rich to grab all those cultures and buy all those resources required to implement those types of culture in their middle-class money.

              In India, there's a high range of corruption, poverty, scam, mehengaai but we the people of India have no other way to defend ourselves from these national issues. We have no solutions and remedies to these problems except cursing the government after buying milk for 30 rs/litre and filling the petrol in your bike for 60 rs/ litre. You can lodge a complain nowhere if a traffic constable catches you and asks for a 500 Rs note or a government employee asking for 1000 rs for attesting a stamp of his office or a senior officer. Why? Because we, ourselves built this type of society. If Google has been a site originated from India, you would have got so many errors because we are not so decent and formal to update the exact and appropriate information rather some nasty computer and internet users would have filled up wrong information everywhere so that no other person can benefit from a medium where the sources and information are available for free of cost.

             Recently, Egyptians revolted against their President - Hoshni Mubarak. Hoshni Mubarak was in power from last 30 years. When he came in charge as President of Egypt, he removed the post of Vice-President so that no other candidate will be standing with him in the election for the post of President. And he made a strategy which had such stringent rules for qualifying to stand in the election for the post of President that no person ever qualified those rules and points. This is how he made himself THE King of Egypt. As the years passed, the so-called-mehengaai, corruption and poverty mooted up and people felt harassed. They planned to go against him on Twitter and collaborated at Tahrir Square and kept protesting for next 18 days. Finally the power of Hoshni stepped down and people cried in excitement and happiness of being freed from the hands of catalyst who corrupted the nation in the duration of couple of years. This step of Egyptians bought a revolution all over the world and it became a role model for everyone. Now, people in China, Islamic-countries and India began to plan some revolution-based protest in their respective countries too. 

             But :- Can this type of protest stay in India? Can this protest work out for Indians? Will the people unite and work together against the Government and their bad leaders? There are many such questions which comes in my mind when I think of Egypt's protest. I hope everyone of you remember Bharat Bandh. It was leaded by BJP and it got a bad response from majority of Indians. Why? Because the whole economy got effected because of it and resulted in rise in taxes and growth in the rates of products and household materials. Even the purpose for which this protest was brought into existence wasn't accomplished. This negative result is just an Eye-Opener that we Indians aren't United in the way Egyptians were. We will have to work hard for getting united and one first and then we can raise our fingers on someone else. Today, we have several big and small parties which has divided India into different Regional and Religion groups. Mayawati is fighting for Dalits while Raj Thackeray is fighting for Marathi Manoos. Narendra Modi is fighting for Gujarat while Shashi Tharoor is initiating for Kerala. In this type of democracy where every individual has his own voice you can't develop a Universal Government which may favour every individual. India will remain as it is. India will always be governed by such parties where leaders will fill their pocket, sell the humans, kill the animals, cut the trees and spoil the world. 

               In my college, pupil keep cursing the management. The problem of the students is that our college is less like a college and more a School. Students don't want dress, they don't want I-Cards to be compulsory, they don't want strictness in 75% Attendance rule. They want to be free. They want to be democratic but the authority doesn't allow them to be. They want Fest Party to be organized with DJ Function but HOD is not agreeing for the same. Now, they plan to stand up to convince her. Is this possible? No. Reason :- Currently, DAYS are going on and less than half of the college is participating in it. When you can't enjoy the small celebrations provided by college how can you fight for big ones? This is what Real India is. You will find examples in your college itself, even in your society, even in your friend circle and even in your club or gym. 

             So, let's wish Indians a very good democracy ahead and let's wish Egypt a hearty congratulations for getting the power back from A New-born and gone Hitler - Hoshni Mubarak.


20 February 2011 | By: Writing Buddha

Loser, Winner and Runner-Up in just 1 Week !!!

            371TH BLOG -->>

        To all my friends who think that I have lost the passion for writing and blogging, let me inform you that its not about running away from the life I love or your expectations, its about some responsibilities and incomplete tasks which are to be completed and accomplished in this very moment. Last days have been wonderful days for me. Many Ups and Downs and finally I am on the track where I can say that I have revived and recharged myself. Revital of any kind of power and force in you drives you straight in a safe zone from where you can try more things and fortunately, if you are lucky, you can grab more opportunities and be a winner. Recently, my result of Sem 3 was declared which moved me. It didn't moved me because I made a lot of effort and everything went in vain but I was moved that sometimes even God may act to be strict and stringent and can show you that he is not the one who is always with you even when you are not dedicated and heuristic for certain activities which are going to build up your life in future. Result was bad and I am short by 3% from my target score. I hope I'll manage to recover in the next exam but the chances are very rare as there are many more things coming up in between. Let's see, what way has God decided for me to lead.

             We had Traditional Day in our college on 15th Feb and it was damn hard for me to think about anything on 14th Feb about what to be tomorrow after the result on the same day. However, with the help of neighbors- Mr. and Mrs. Goswami I adorned the look of Bengali the next day. As the function says, I should have smiled and have had fun on the day but I didn't showed any excitement because of the result but still I was enthusiastic for the Final performance where it was to be decided that who will be the winner of Traditional Day. I gave my introduction in Bengali as follow," Aamhi aajkech anushthan Paschim Bengal Bengalisaaje Aapnatech saamne uprostit hoechich. Bengalij prosaak pradhaan dhoti evam punjabi puraysaychi. Bengalij rusool rosogulla, misthi dhove evam sandesh. And there's a wonderful saying in West Bengal - Boeshey Dhaara Aanand Bohoney which means that Yahaan pe khushi ka Mohol hai. Dhanyawaad !" Teacher were impressed after this and I was selected in the next round where I was asked some questions and I tried to answer them wittily. Finally I won the Traditional Day. I am the 1st person in my college to win the same competition for two times in the series. Thanks to all the people who help me to be successful.
I'm in Bengali attire

Its Tushar touching my feet as Im Dada
Its Prasad with me

Its Yusuf in Islamic attire with me

                On the day of result i.e. 14th February, while returning to home, a Media person caught me and asked me to give an interview with respect to the coming World Cup. I was damn shocked and in a nervous mode, I gave the interview. Please watch it here.

                On 16th Feb, I participated in Tie Day where I didn't won but teacher complimented my Tie par uska kuch faayda nahi hai na. ;-)

Its me on Tie Day.
I and Yusuf

Sohail, I, Saquib & Yusuf

Hahaha. Its Me.

                Today, on 19th February, we had Cricket Match in our college. My friends insistingly included my name in the team and I came to play without any excitement and craze to be an active member of the team. But as soon as we started playing, a feel of winning and holding the trophy with my team started developing and I started concentrating on the game. We had 3 matches out of which we lost Finals. But we aren't sad because the two wins before this loss was damn damn important as last year my class lost the first round itself. So finally, I'll achieve a certificate for being a player in the Runner-Up team as well with the certificate of the Winner of Traditional Day. Thanks to all the friends who compelled me to be present today and play the match but mind you all, my body is literally paining. Send some girls for massage. Yaa. The best part about today's match which I'll appreciate were the girls of my class. I always like them but I liked their attitude towards the match and our team. They were present today on Saturday just to cheer our team. Wow. What a dedication and support. Love you girls. Don't mind and take the word LOVE too seriously. It's just because you showed the concern for our team.

Our cricket team - BCA Sem-4

Its Sohail in 1977 T-Shirt with me ;-)

                 So, a lot happened this week and I hope the coming week will give some more exclamations to my life. I just want my parents to be happy with whatever I am doing and I am sure that I'll do my best in whatever field I'll step into. Now, leaving you all with a happy note of our Indian Cricket team winning the very first match of the World Cup 2011. Sehwag did wonder with his mind-blowing 175. For a moment, I really felt that he will surpass the score of Sachin's 200* but whatever he did was a Game of Superstar. Kohli's 100 was also damn surprising, Munaf Patel bowled like a God while Sachin Tendulkar disappointed all. God is not working. He should play like before rather than getting pressurized because of the tag - GOD. 

            Bye for now and praying for the happy life of everyone.


13 February 2011 | By: Writing Buddha

Indians Are Damn Serious About Valentine's Day !!!

            370TH BLOG -->>

        A deep depression, a deep pain, a period of melancholy and rolls of tears can stop if you get your ideal partner. Tomorrow is Valentine's day and all the youngsters who are single and always dream about someone will try to grab the heart of that lovely person as soon as possible. Some may be lucky enough to get a proposal from the same person they dream of. Some may be over-lucky who may receive more than 1 proposal and that too from someone beautiful/handsome they would have never thought of being with because of an inferiority complex. While some youngsters like me will be unlucky  who'll not get any proposals as always and will be unable to express their heart out to someone they love or care the most about. For the people like me, Valentine's Day is just a day when you feel depressed, lonely, incomplete, sad, worst and under-confident. 

             For some people, Valentine's day work out as a day of the greatest and quality moment of their life which they can never forget. I remember a Valentine's Day when I had a Phone Sex with my partner. For the whole night we kept intimating through messages and when we woke up next morning we realized that we crossed all our limits and we felt ashamed of all the talks we went into last night. But today when the girl is not with me I feel that night was the most wonderful moment of our affair. Some couples would have planned for an outing tomorrow. Many would have decided to bunk the lectures and take their partner to a place they have never been to. Some would have planned a surprise for their partner while some would have purchased a beautiful gift or the most favorite thing of their partner to present them on the Valentine's Day. You can say that Valentine's Day is a Karwachauth for the unmarried people.

             In India, people are emotional and sensitive and thus the value and respect of Love in India is exorbitant. People respect their partner more than their parents. They are even brisk to leave their parents if they'll not agree to accept the partner they have decided to live with. Some are so concerned and heuristic that they are ready to hang themselves if their partner would leave him/her. In India, when the days are introduced like Valentine's Day or Lover's Day, the person gets deep into it to do whatever possible from their side for their partner. I remember one of my friend who try to commit suicide once in a year because some or the other mishap takes place between him ad his girlfriend. I just can't understand what makes a person to get involved with someone in such a way. I remember the day when my last Girl-friend told me that its enough that you and me are together and its the time to apart ourselves. I was shocked, I started crying, I started requesting but it was of no use because she planned something else and she was stuck to it. It took just 2 to 3 days for me to come back on the real smooth and non-erratic track of my life. But, we Indians are still emotional. Even today when I see her eyes, I remember all those intimacy and love we had with each other. I remember the walks with her, I remember our arms spread on each other, I remember her hairs and my hands on them, I remember her head and my shoulders on which it used to rest, I remember her lips which used to speak and my heart which used to jump in love. This is how we Indians are when the story is concerned about Love and Lovers.

               We Indians remember each and every moment of Love. We remember the date when we saw the partner for the first time, when we chatted with our partner for the first time, when we proposed the partner, when we went to the date for the first time, when we held the hand for the first time, when we kissed for the first time and the index of date goes on. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and its nothing special for me. I have no girl who love me, I have no girl in my mind whom I love, I have no girl in my life whom I think would be wonderful to be my partner. So tomorrow is the day when I will try to introduce a new couple in this world. I will try to help any of my friend who'll approach me to link him with a girl and the same with any of my girl - friend wishing to get acknowledged with a guy. Its a wonderful thing to bring two people together who wants to but can't because of some limits and confines. 

                On this Valentine's Day, I wish everyone a very Best of Luck who is daring to open their heart out to the person they love enormously. I wish everyone of those who have planned a wonderful outing or a date with their partner. I wish everyone of them who have purchased a gift that their partner would love it. And I wish myself the best of the best luck that a beautiful girl proposes and ask me," Would you love to be my Valentine?" . So once again and for the last time, A Very Very Happy Valentine's Day to all !!!


6 February 2011 | By: Writing Buddha

6TH FEBRUARY - The Day Which Changed My Life !!!

            369th BLOG -->>

        I still remember the day when I entered my Hostel on 10th July 2006. Before this, I never saw how a hostel look like and how several boys live together in a building even without knowing each other. I remember how my mother cried when I was leaving home to shift to the hostel. I remember how my father was guiding me to live in the Hostel. I also remember how my father hugged me and cried for the first time. Being Single Child of my parents, I always got enormous affection and care. They always thought about me whenever they planned for anything. The first day in the Hostel seemed to be so boring and dull. I was feeling damn unfriendly. There was no one to talk as everyone in the room was new. There was no one with whom I can share all about my school time as I didn't knew what kind of boys they were.

              Few days passed away and now everyone in my room became my friend. They tried to trouble me a lot because I was the only Hindu in the room and thus they played with my religion a lot but when they saw that I am not that kind of Hindu which they thought of, they became good good friends with me. Now, we started going to Cyber Cafe together. We started eating together, we roamed everywhere on M.G. Road every weekend together. We used to rate girls according to our choices and used to laugh like crazy and stupid idiots. Everything was well in Hostel except my college life. These Muslims in my room started loving a Hindu but the Muslims in my College still hated me because I was a Hindu. I don't know what was so bad in me just because I was not a Muslim that they were ready to even kill me. I never shared anything with my roommates with a fear that they may think that I am indirectly aiming their religion while complaining about the bastards who were troubling me.

              At last I boycotted the college and stopped going to the campus area. There were many reasons. One of them was that they used to thrash me very badly. Once the librarian beat me so much that I fainted at the spot but he didn't felt any hem while beating me more. He kept slapping me incessantly and I became one of the victim thrashed by the librarian. I didn't shared about this case too. Not with my parents and not even with the roommates with whom I had developed a fledged relation. I suffered a lot but I just thought that if this is what elders and experienced people call as struggle in their young life then Yes I am going to be an experienced soul after some years. (On 6th February, 2007, My father picked me up from that college and threw me inside a bedroom. He kept asking that what was the problem with you that you became so sick there and what are the problems because of which you never attended college after few days. I didn't answered a single question to him because I wanted to manage my self for next few years till I become normal. ) Even I can tell others that I struggled in my young age and I have seen what others haven't. Today when I look behind and see what my life was between 2007 to 2009, I feel so proud of myself that I passed those moments and today I am here. I fought with my sickness, my psychic attitude, my rebel and my anger. I fought with the bad part of society which laughs on your failure. I managed to deal with everything possible for a person dealing to understand himself and cope up with his failure and under-confidence.

               On 6th February my father picked me up from the college. As I didn't attended the exams I was a Failed student of 11th std. After that I joined 11th std again and in the next year i.e. 2008, I got failed in 11th again with negligible marks in Science. College rejected me as a student and so I  joined 12th externally. Everyone poked me for leaving Science stream and go up with Commerce or Arts but I refused to hear to anyone. I struggled whole 12th std with the same condition I have mentioned above but when December started and I saw the Time Table of Prelims for the regular students of college, I felt a sensation in my blood. I took an oath then and there that this time I'll pass and shut all the people's mouth who vomit fouls about me. And I started studying from night 11 to morning 8. Finally I passed 12th in the first attempt with 55% marks. That was the day after which I never looked back. I am not boasting about me and nor I am proud of what I am today, I am just trying to convey that I am out of the Hell and I am just happy about it. The reason for my success goes to the belief of parents who invested in me even when they were sure that I'll give them ZERO output. Then I give it to Sai Baba who conveyed to the people of world that all the caste are 1 and there is only 1 God for everyone. And then I convey it to the Gems which are truly magical and my Gemologist who is a magician. He made me a human from animal. 

               This day - 6th February was truly a bad day for me in 2007 when I returned back from Pune and I could see only darkness in the road ahead. And now, today, after 4 years of the best ever experience I had, I am changed, I am healed, I am grown up, I am matured, I am a Human and of all I am a good son who wants to see a smile on his parent's face. With all the passion and all the zeal, being vigor I am just turning the pages of my book and exploring new pages of life. Life is beautiful. Life is enthusiastic. Life is what God has given to us as a gift. It is all upon us whether to make it a Life of HELL or a Life of HEAVEN. Its in our hand to fill colors in life or add darkness in our life. I have measured the life with the most accurate measuring scale and today I can happily say that I am an experienced boy and I can handle my problems myself without the support of anyone(except parents). Today, I have made my life according to what I wanted to and not according to my enemies and foes. Today I have achieved everything of those kind which make people curious about you. Today is 6th February again and I promise my parents that I'll never grant both of you sleepless nights, tension-full mind, pity life and a Useless son. I love you both. I really love you a lot.

                Thanks. Thanks. Thanks. 

Best of luck to everyone of you for a successful life ahead.