The FINAL CALL!!! (A fictionalized NON-FICTION :-))

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            The days that were beautiful started fading up. The aroma that used to attract me, still attracted but when I moved towards it, it used to disappear. The dreams that trapped me in its beauty and glare stopped celebrating itself in my slumber moments. The world started changing. The island that once showed me the horizons of endless water showed me a barren land which was still to taste a drop of water. The tree that used to give me mangoes of all sizes and shapes begun showing what empty branches are like. The moment she came in my life, I realized that I have got my life mooted to a state where every negativism looked like a cluster of positive thoughts. The rationality and diplomacy that the thoughts had started changing for her. The positivism that I had started turning into orbits of hatred where she was the center point. The life that had a life of itself started turning out to be lifeless. It was hard to identify myself. The boy who showered love wasn't getting a chance to meet his love for a moment. Scientifically, a moment is of 8 seconds. Yes, the love was at its climax. All the white started moving towards black, escaping the grayish shade.

              It was 15 days and the love wasn't getting any better than any of the yesterdays. It started turning out to be the weakest asset that I ever possessed. But still a thought of getting a relationship failed was in my head. I asked her what was her reason to not continue the love that was fulfilling almost every desire of each other. But she had no answer. The only answer that she kept on giving me from last 3 days was "I don't know what but I don't want to be your's anymore. A private problem that cannot be shared. But I hope you get a better one than me". For once, my mind did say,"Oh Yeah, bitch, every girl in this world is better than you. And to be truthful, even a bitch is better bitch than you." But the love dominated the situation, thought process, anger, frustration and even exasperation. The orgasm that one sees in the movies are just a great creativity of the makers. The reality tells what orgasm is. It is nothing except few seconds of fun that a person gets and then forget the emotional connect one had with the person. What remains is physical requirements and desire. Once the hands are touched, a subconscious mind starts shouting for getting further and touching the swollen breast. Actually, they aren't swollen. :-) And once that is done, even conscious mind loses its integrity which is known for its modesty, values, principles and other kinds of shit that it keeps in its memory. 

              She came with a confident face and said,"It's finally over". I stood still. No, it wasn't that filmy moment when the first love of a hero asks him to fuck her away from his life and get associated with bars, alcohols and dog's shits. But the condition demanded answers for all the relationship that broke before this one. It wasn't an achievement to see that a relationship was once again getting diluted in the course of the fast new world where every person forgets the one who does the most for them. And in love, one even agrees to give life. No, I wasn't that fool too. I was in my hosh-o-hawaas. But yes, the hawaas did start turning into the materialistic word for love- Hawas. :-) With tears in my eyes, I had just one request that I made for 3 times,"Are you sure? Any valid reason?" The only thing that got into retaliation,"No. I just don't want to keep. I have certain image in my father's ideal image of mine. I am not willing to break it." And the great girl didn't realize these philosophical self-made quotes when she was getting into all that with me. Then, I think she was considering me as a Gift she would give to her father after some days as a perfect ideal son-in-law. Love is Joke. At least, 99% of times. Only when it's not purely love. If it has something to do with body of the partner, love can never prevail, it always fails. As my love did. She was interested in physicality while I wasn't any less interested in the same. :-) Loving girl is not only loving her soul, but also the body that keeps that bloody soul in it. Soul is intangible, body can be touched, hence one quests to touch and explore it. At least, I do. That indirectly lets one feel that the soul is touched. Ok Sorry. :-) 

             And that was the end of the 15 days of my love story. An affair that is still a laughing stock for my friends. I enjoy it. I understood the real meaning of love for the last time. The relationships before this one only came when I was in teenage. This came when I was almost matured and learnt how to lead a great inspiring life. Hence, in just few days it taught me almost all the philosophies and unsaid clauses that the law of love consists. Now, give me a girl and I'll show you how to love her. Only if she agrees to love a practical boy like me. Because all the emotions for love flew way to rest in peace with this final break-off. Now, all the emotions are being multiplied inside my soul, heart and mind through a certain mechanism for my wife. She deserves all the love now. Not these girls for whom orgasm only comes when they see money in their boyfriend's wallet, bike under their boyfriend's ass and attitude in their boyfriend's gesture when he's talking to his mother. Because this is a blunt truth that every girl wants her boy to give more importance to her than his mother. Bloody bitches are these 99% of modern girlfriends. And the remaining 1% are those that have died but are still immortal- as examples. :-) Now, that my so-called girl is married and has a son. If she would have married me, I would have given her the next legend after Amitabh Bachchan and Sachin Tendulkar. But whatever, deal with Kamaal R Khan Version 2.0 now. :-) Bwahaha!!

   Enough said. And yes, this isn't fiction at all. 

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   ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU

When your life becomes an IPL Tournament !!!

            582nd BLOG POST -->>

             IPL Season 5 is about to end. Yes, many of you have started feeling sick and dry. I know. The irony is that "Cricket is Religion in our country" but IPL is above Religion as per TRP reports. :-) Chris Gayle's batting, Dale Steyn's bowling and Delhi Daredevils' all-round performance excites a vigour within us. We don't want to be left behind after seeing such performances. We wish if we were these Cricketers and we got a chance to explode the field by our magnificence. All of us want to be the reason for those noise that is being created by the people dancing in the stadium. While watching IPL, something came into my mind. It happened some 1 week ago and since then I'm observing the matches carefully and trying to relate it with my thoughts. I feel that IPL matches are similar to the way we live our Life. And the observations are pretty interesting. 

            Every time we are about to enter into a new phase of our life, like the first day of college, first day of Office, the day we are about to get married, we are as nervous as the Opening batsman is. And like the first bowl of the match, when the events start coming towards us, we, as a batsman try to face it as intellectually as we can so that we don't get clean bowled in the beginning itself. And sometimes, when we see that the situations are in our control, we try to dominate others just as the fast bowlers like Dale Steyn and Malinga does. And when we see that we have won in taking someone's wicket i.e. we turned out to be successful in making someone do what we wanted him to do, we celebrate it. And we don't celebrate it alone but we do it with everyone who had the same target for that person. :-) 

           When you win an Award or Appreciation from the person you admire, the moment is no less than a DLF Maximum. And some times, when you know that what you dreamed is coming towards you but its too far, you run towards it to catch it and be the Karbonn Kamaal Catch winner. Example: If you have a crush on a girl who's very popular in your class, and when you see that she is alone for some minutes, you run quickly towards her so that no one reaches before you. And when you succeed doing it, you become a Karbonn Kamaal Catch winner. :-) In life you require friends because all the situations of your life is not in your hands. You can bowl the best swinger to your life, but if it plays a big shot, then you have no control over it, only your friend who is standing on the boundary can catch it and give you a wicket. :-) So, friends are important in life. At least, your circle should have 11 good friends. :-) 

           And you always need a girlfriend and 2-3 other girls in your mobile's contact list to flirt just because you want your success to be celebrated by someone of the opposite gender. Hence, these girls play the part of Cheerleaders in the IPL of your life. And, you can't play with your life until and unless you don't have money right from the first stage when you were no one. Your parents are your owner just as every IPL team is owned by some or the other billionaire. The auction which God hosted, your parents bid for you and got you in their team. Now, it's your responsibility to give them the worth of the money that they are investing in a Debut player like you. :-) After working hard, when you see that things are not happening as you planned it, you take a short break to re-think about your goals and future plans. Like, sitting at home for one year after Graduation to judge what you are good in and in which subject should you do your Post-Graduation in. That's the Innings Break of your life. And when you get vacation between your semesters, that's Strategic Time-Out. :-)

         Some times, you want to be good with people but people judge you incorrectly. It's as similar as the judgment of Umpire when he gives Not Out to the bowler who clearly dismisses the batsman by making his ball touch the batsman's pad before his bat. :-) So, rather than over-reacting like Munaf Patel, you will have to take those wrong judgment against you positively and work hard the next time you are going to bowl the next over of your life. :-)

             Some people take all their life to achieve their childhood dream. They have a very good average that makes it possible. But, as life is very short like a Twenty20 game, you will have to keep your Strike Rate striking. :-) Some times people may under-estimate you and they may not give you chance to do something that only you deserved. Example: I was never made Prefect or Captain in my school. :-) But that does not mean that you will lose the hopes. As Chris Gayle wasn't taken up by any owner in IPL4's auction, but later when he returned as a part of RCB's team, he scored 2 Hundreds in that season. :-) So that is how you need to show your performance quality when you get an opportunity after the black days of your life. 

             Some times the whole concept that was being established by you may get into someone else's hands and he may enjoy the fruits instead of you. So, rather than getting depressed by it, you should still behave like Lalit Modi and be as powerful as those people enjoying fruition on your hard work. :-) And age makes no different in the performance of an individual. You may have heard your parents saying that they have grown old just at the age of 40-50. No, you don't get weak with the age. Sachin Tendulkar was the Orange Cap holder in IPL Season 3. Rahul Dravid has been in the Top 10 Batsmen who have scored Highest Runs in this season. So, never get demotivated by seeing more energetic and young people preparing for the same race that you are about to run. You are as good as those youngsters.

             So, these are some of the similarities that our life has with the game of IPL. There are many more but I don't want to make this Blog lengthy that none of you read it. Now, just as Bangalore recovered in the last season after 3 continuous defeats and won Seven Consecutive matches after that, you will have to keep performing with the same attitude in your life. You will have to try to win all the three medals of DLF Maximum Sixes, Karbon Kamaal Catch and Man of the Match in the short-term goals of your life. In the long-term goals, you will have to assure yourself that you will get Orange Cap, Purple Cap and the Trophy even when you join the race of life at any point of time. And remember, when you die, make it sure that people sitting to talk about lives of many people make sure that they talk only about you as some players confine Shibani, Archana, Sidhu, Sameer and Gaurav Kapoor to talk only about them in the Extraaa Innings. :-)

                That's all about my observation how our life is similar to the IPL Tournament.

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  ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU I hope you will not ban me for 5 years as MCA officials has banned SRK from entering in Wankhede. :-) 

42 Blogs & 17 Books in 48 Days of VACATION :-)

            520th BLOG POST -->>

Its me in Yellow-kind-of-color shirt and navy blue tie. :-)

       On 22nd November,2011, I gave my last examination of Semester 5. I took 5 supplements in my last examination and ended 5th Semester on a Good Note. :-) Actually the note will get balanced as I know that I am not getting even 2 marks out of 20 in Internals so all that Kapil-Sibal-type-of-stuff written in that 5 supplements will just give me a Passing marks in that subject. Ok, now who am I to decide that I have already passed in that subject? Crazy me!!! Actually, I was so concerned for my 5th Semester examination that I reviewed a book even when my exams were going on. :-) The review got nice comments, I hope that my writing skills which I delivered in examination will also get a Thumbs Up by the most kind examiners who have checked all my papers. :-) Its 9th January, 2012 and my 6th Semester is starting today. I am ready to go to college and perform for the last time as its my last Semester of Bachelor of Computer Applications. I am little nervous as my Result of 5th Semester can be displayed today. Please pray for me if any of my Blog Post has made you smile. :-) Yes, I am corrupt and I am giving you a bribe in the form of a Blog Post so that you pray for me. :-) And I know that there are some sweet people like me who will pray for one-more-of-their-kind. :-)


          On 22nd November, when I came back home after having a 2 hours break at Inorbit Mall with 2 friends, I thought of spending vacation by doing some productive activities rather than lazying out for the whole day on bed. No, you are not thinking a good thing by predicting what I would have done on bed. :-) I am just talking about Sleeping and nothing else. You people thought of some other word from S and some naughty boy would have thought of an another activity from M. There are many of you who are as naughty as Kamaal Khan. Because I have "such" readers, I get many visitors on my blog. :-) You can see a section of POPULAR POSTS in Right-side column. The No.2 Blog which has got the most read is USE CONDOMS WHILE HAVING SEX IN NAVRATRI. :-) I wrote this blog long long back and it still gets highest click in spite of all those beautiful stories I have written in 2011. :-) So there are many clones of Kamaal Khan who reads my blog regularly. I am the only exception as I am the only one clone who writes. :-) 


           So, after thinking a lot, I went to the same passion and hobby. I thought of writing as much Blog as possible and complete all my targets of 2011 as early as possible because I had whole December with me. As reading is my hobby, I thought of reading 20 books in my vacation period of 48 days. The first Blog I wrote in vacation was 479th one and this is 520th before attending my college today. :-) i.e. 42 BLOG POSTS in 48 DAYS. :-) Only 6 dot days in the vacation period when I didn't scribbled anything on my Blog. I hope all the Kamaal Khans are proud of me. :-) I completed 150 blog posts in 2011 with the help of these blog posts. I also got the highest number of visitors on my Blog page in the month of December 2011. :-) Coming to Reading books, I started reading book from the 2nd day of my vacation so that I can complete my target of 20 books but I felt short as I forgot to count the days of Christmas and 2 days which will go in celebrating New Year. So, I missed my target and I have read 17 novels only. I know the last word in the last sentence has made more than 1700 people abuse me for over-acting. :-) Par kya karein thodi overacting bhi to aani chahiye. :-) So finally, I have turned my vacation Successful by writing 42 Blog Posts and reading 17 books in 48 days. :-) Come on, say HATS OFF to me. :-)


            With this, the vacation ends and from today, I am starting a New Journey- The Last Phase of My Graduation. :-) I am excited for the new subjects I will be introduced to. I am excited for some new faculties which will make me sleep for next 5 months. :-) I am excited for the new ways in which I and my classmates will be screwed by our class teacher. I am excited to see who my new class teacher is. I am excited to see if the girls of my class has developed their pulchritude and curves or not. :-) I am excited to see if my friends have missed me in the vacation or not. :-) I am excited to see the amount of development in the infrastructure of my college. :-) A new excitement and zeal has taken a birth in my expectation storage of mind. :-) Once the result will be declared, my mind will start working on how to work on this Semester and make it successful like the last 5 of them. I hope, like I have read the most number of novels and written the most number of blogs in last days, I will also score the highest marks in my last semester in comparison to my marks in last few Semesters. :-) Ab matlab tum sapna bhi nahi dekhne doge? Toh fir hass kyun rahe ho? 


            The only worry is about my Result of 5th Semester which can be OUT today or in few hours. :-) But it is obvious that it will be out before Sachin scores his 100th Century. :-) Now, for the time being, stop praying for Sachin's 100th Century and pray for my 5th Result of Graduation. Dil hai ki nahi? Ya sachch mein Kamaal Khan hi ho? :-) I hope I will be up with a very cheerful blog post if my result will kiss me like actress of Emraan Hashmi gets kissed and not like Shilpa Shetty got kissed by Richard Gere. :-) 


           Thanks. And Yes, also pray to God that my Last Semester starts on a Good Note and also ends with a good one. Bhagwan free hain abhi mere liye. Jaldi Jaldi kar lo mere liye pray. Nahi toh fir teesra Test Match start ho jayega Australia k saath. :-)


 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU starting the last phase of his Graduation. :-)

Christmas is Corrupted by Our Parents (For a Good Cause) :-)

           507th BLOG -->>

      So, its Christmas time for the year 2011. Merry Christmas to all the Christians all over the world and specially to them who read my blogs. :-) Merry Christmas to all the Non-Christians too. :-) Actually, I wished both the parties separately because its only Christian who can feel the festival within their soul. Non-Christians can just try to celebrate the festival as good as them. But a festival is always pure and true to the one who know the depth of it. A Hindu knows what Diwali means to him because he can relate to the concept of the festival. For others, it is just a festival which gives you a chance to target rockets in the dhoti of the mischievous pandit of your society who eyes your crush everyday when she comes out for the tuition. :-) Only Muslims know what Eid means to them, for others, it is just a festival which gives them a chance to eat as much Chicken Biryani as possible at a Muslim friend's home. :-) So, in the same way, only Christians know what Christmas means and they know the real struggle of Jesus Christ. We have just heard few magics of him. 


          I remember those days in school when my teacher used to come in the classroom in the month of December and ask us to write on a piece of paper about what we want from Santa Claus this Christmas. All of us used to think a lot and finally write something and hand it to our teacher. I remember- once I wrote Chess, once a Car Toy and once, a ball. I got all those gifts from an aunty who used to come in the uniform of Santa Claus and give us chocolates and then take the names and used to gift us something. When we used to unpack it, we got exactly what we needed from Santa on the Christmas. I always thought that Santa is really very kind to me and he gives me whatever I need because my parents always say NO to such useless toys. I always asked my teacher that why does Santa comes only in December when Christmas is celebrated and why not in every month? Madam used to say that he comes only on 25th December. I asked her that it is an aunt of my colony who disguises herself as Santa and gifts me the toy, so I can ask her to come every month if you want. And teacher used to ask me to shut my mouth and go to my bench. I realize it today that how irritating I was to my teacher. :-)


           I always had this conception in my mind that its Santa who gives me those toys which my parents keep avoiding for months. When I reached in 8th std, I came to know about the corruption which our teacher, Santa and parents did with us. :-) An aunt came to my home and started gossiping with my mom. She said that she is going for shopping in the evening. My mom asked the reason and she said that her son has written a full-sleeves shirt and black jeans in the school for the Christmas, so madam has asked her to pack the dress and send to her within 2 days. I interrupted in the between and said,"But aunty, why are you giving the dress to the madam, its the job of school to call a Santa and ask him to gift all the things asked by the students?" She started laughing. My mother joined her. I kept looking at both of them stupidly. I grinned. And then my mother told me that its the parent who buy the stuffs written by us in the school and give it to the teacher and teacher gives it to the person who is going to come in the dress of Santa on the day. I was shocked and surprised at the same moment. Shocked because of the foolishness and dumbness with which I lived till today. Surprised because I came to know that my parents refused for that toy because they wanted to give it to me through Santa so that I can feel something special about it. :-)


            I was quite matured in 8th std. Yes, at least you start noticing girls of your class and their curves too. :-) So, I understood at the moment itself that Parents are the only people in our life who can fulfill our desires and bless us with everything we need. From that day, whenever Christmas comes and I see Santa Claus's pictures inn Newspapers and shops, I see my parents face in them. The respect of my parents in my mind and heart grew uncountable times. I started seeing my parents as God. I started respecting them so much because they never made me decipher the fact that its them who have bought that toy for me. Even when I used to come home by running as fast as I can and show my parents the gift which Santa gave me, they used to act so perfectly that I thought they are as surprised as me. That day I understood the greatness and godliness of my parents. That day I understood that the real Santa or God is our parents who can give us whatever we demand. Even today, if my parents don't give me something, I don't stop talking to them because I remember that they did the same with those toys I cried for in the market but they gave it to me at the right time. So, I know, whatever my parents are avoiding today, they will surely give me on the time when it will be really necessary to me. 


           So, Christmas is always a festival where I get to remember the incident I described above and I end the last week of the year in thinking about how wonderful my parents are. What would have been life of us if we would not have had parents as our caretakers? So, even this time, I will ask nothing from Santa as my Santa are my parents. I will ask my parents just for blessing me so that I can become what I can be with the potential I have in me. I will ask them through my speaking eyes to be with me even when I may fight with them in future for a silly reason. :-) Parents Are God. Parents are Jesus. Parents are Allah. Parents are Ishwar. Parents are the only well-wisher and care-taker we have in our life. God in any form, either Santa or burning Diya, is our Parents only. So, lets take the blessing from our parents so that we outperform ourselves in the upcoming controversial year 2012. :-) 


           Merry Christmas to all the parents who make their children feel special on 25th December by fooling them and corrupting Christmas. :-)


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 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU

Ab Har Koi Apne Twitter Handle Se Pehchana Jayega !!!

      481st BLOG -->>

      I remember the advertisement of Idea network where Abhishek Bachchan tells to everyone in the village that now everyone will be identified by his mobile number. And they start calling and denoting each other by their mobile numbers. "Sahaab, ye 9821227865 hai" "Sahaab, 9822678545 ne chori ki hai". And in the end, they show a man  appreciating Abhishek Bachchan by saying,"What an Idea, Sirjii!!!". This was the first ad in the series of all the advertisement of What an Idea Sirjii. I hope everyone of you remember this advertisement. The advertisement showed that the revolution is being made and now, mobile is coming in the scene even in the villages. In few years, everyone in India had a mobile phone and a technological revolution happened. People started flaunting their handsets. People started sharing their phone numbers; text messages and calling became economical. In few months, companies like Airtel and Reliance announced SMS Packs and people were no more interested in meeting each other. Instead, they loved taking whereabouts in SMS itself. And this is the scenario even today. Now, people have Blackberry Messenger, Whatsapp and GPRS with them which helps them to connect with everyone in their contact list. 


           A little more revolution took place and the Social Networking Site- Orkut came into the scene. All the youngsters started joining the site, filling up their profile, uploading their favorite celebrity's pic, started adding random people in their contact list and joined all the communities which they had interest in. This social networking site gained popularity because boys and girls were never so frank in communicating with each other but here, they got a chance to talk to each other for hours and know what the opposite gender quests for. People loved seeing the increasing number of their Scraps and friends. They boasted about their number of friends. People started adding their classmates and proposed their crush on Orkut. In few years, Orkut became boring as people understood that there's a default confinement till where you can explore the website and socialism. Then came Facebook and it bought a revolution in the Social Networking environment. People started updating their status, commented on friend's status and played different games and quiz. But, the people who had something more to speak started migrating towards Twitter.


           Twitter didn't restricted you to add someone and read his/her tweet. You just click on a FOLLOW button and you have the access to his/her tweets. You can reply to them and you can state your point of view in regard to the point of view stated by the person whom you are following. The biggest flaunting element on Twitter became the Number of "Followers" one has. It is still the element of flaunting. Almost all the big celebrities are on Twitter and they thank their Followers for making them reach a certain number of followers. Shahrukh Khan, Priyanka Chopra, Hrithik Roshan and Amitabh Bachchan- all have thanked their followers for making them cross the mark of 10,00,000 Followers. This shows that number of followers is the only thing which keeps Twitter alive and active. Any news in the world, people on Twitter start talking about it. Yesterday, I stated my point against Salman Khan and I had all his fans in my Replies section, either abusing me or telling me the ingredients which Salman Khan is made up of. :-) So, this is why Twitter is the GenX website which is not going to cease very soon. We have several applications based on Twitter just that You and Me can be on the website 24*7 and read what our favorite people on the website are speaking. 


             Recently, my friend Rohit came to meet me in my college. My classmates followed him on Twitter and even he followed them. When he came, everyone asked me who is he. Rather than introducing him as my childhood's best friend, I introduced him as "The_WickedSoul" and the friends were like "Oh. So it is you" and they welcomed him with respect because they liked his witty tweets. I introduced my classmates too in the same manner to him and he identified everyone very easily. An another incident where one of my friend of Twitter called me on the day of Diwali to wish me. He said,"I am Adnan". I identified him but immediately, he said,"Oongalbaaz" and we started laughing. Then he handed the phone to his wife and while telling her who I am, he said," Blogger. Bol Blogger" and she identified immediately. This is how mobile phones, social networking sites and other technologies are influencing us. One day, we will not be interested in knowing anyone's name. Everyone will be called as "IPhone waala" "Blackberry waala" "Samsung Galaxy waala" etc. Just as Shahrukh Khan is Good One and Ajum Rampal is Ra.One. With 36500 Tweets on Twitter and 480 Blogs, you decide what should be my name- "Blog.One" or "Tweet.One" or "No.One"?? :-)


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ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU   

Dad, I Love Her. Are You Supporting Me?

            474th BLOG -->>

        So, I started loving this girl. I never knew that I will fall in love all over again even after my last love left me when I needed her the most in my life. Love can come in any form and in any shape. :-) Yes, you have meant right when you thought about the shape I am talking about. It was my first semester's first month and I already fell in love with this girl of my class. I was in doubt whether I should start an affair with her because the next 3 years we will have to stay together even if we will break up if our relationship fails. And above all, she was Muslim. Yes, Muslim. The way Hindu and Muslim see each other is very aggressive and hence loving a Muslim girl and then facing your Hindu community is like making Ajmal Kasab travel in Mumbai Local train. Just imagine what will happen with him. So, it was not a good thought of getting beaten by hockey sticks and all sorts of weapon if her Muslim brothers came to know about my proposal to her. I didn't had any problem in turning a Muslim girl into my wife but the approval of parent was desperately needed. Because, it is parent who hear all the taunts and sarcastic comments if you do a silly mistake or take a wrong decision in your life and for your life.


              I thought a lot about it and I talked with many friends but everyone asked me to stay away from the Muslim girl because it can be dangerous as I was new in Mumbai and her brothers would have hit me like Gayle plays in T20. At last, I gave a super thought and decided that I will talk with my father about this. Ohh Yes, I finally thought something which needed guts to do. It is not easy to talk with your dad about your liking for a girl when you failed 11th twice and passed 12th after slogging like a callgirl who gets fucked for the whole day for her monthly expenses. But still, I thought that if he will say Yes, everything would be fine but even if it is No, I'll try that girl and if something happens, I will say him that its you who didn't gave me a way to approach her and hence being in love, I had no idea how to approach her and expose the feeling of my bloody romantic heart. But, I almost got engaged with her when I finally talked to my father about her.


             We sat in my bedroom to talk about Internet plans and how I'll change my future with the course I have joined. Being a new admission in a Graduation college, it was obvious that a typical Indian father will question you as much as possible about your future as much as you feel frustrated about it. After talking about my course, college, teachers, new friends and whatever happened in past, I finally said,"Dad, I want to talk something very important with you." Dad said,"Speak up". 


     I started,"But please make sure that you are not going to talk anything regarding this to mummy".
     Dad said immediately,"I will never open my mouth. And you already know that your mother doesn't let me speak anything which she don't want to hear." We laughed.
     I said with a romantic expression on my face,"Dad, I am in love with a girl of my class".
     Dad said,"At last you have entered the path which I always tell you to ignore. hmm?"
     I had no words. I just kept seeing him and I said again,"I don't know dad but I am too serious about her".
     Dad: Still, one month of college has not yet passed and you are saying that you are serious about her. Are you dumb?"
     I said,"Leave that. Let me tell you who she is. Her name is Umera and.. "
     He stopped me in between and exclaimed,"Muslim?"
     I, with a sense of something bad coming up said,"Yes, Muslim but for me a very beautiful and talented girl".
     Dad: Yes, of course, she is talented. She has the talent of attracting boys towards her."
     I: Come on dad. Every girl is not same.
     Dad: But most of them are.
     I: Haven't you loved any in your college days."
     Dad: Whatever but I never thought of getting committed with someone. I was not characterless like you.
     I: Loving a girl makes someone characterless? How can you be so narrow-minded, papa?
     Dad: This you will understand when your son/daughter will confess about their love to you.
     I: I will go to their partner's parent and ask them to marry their child to my child.
     Dad: So you want me to go and beg that Muslim girl's parent to give their superbly talented daughter to my flirty boy who has done nothing better in life rather than flirting with different girls?
     I: Is this your final decision?
     Dad:What decision?
     I: That you are not going to support me in my journey of love.
     Dad: Give me your mobile.
     I: Why?
     Dad: Do what I said.
     I: Ok.
     I moved from my place to bring mobile and handover to him. I was shivering as he wasn't supporting me and he asked for mobile which had many secrets of whatever happened between both of us. Dad took mobile in his hands and started checking all the messages. Thank God he didn't asked me to read any one of them.
     
      Finally, he said,"So you both are going to kiss each other after Ramzaan will end?"
      I started smiling. 
      He started,"Now, when you have almost started everything with her, I just want to request you to take 3 spoons of Bournvita with your milk rather than 2 because your bones should be strong to bear those thrashes by the brothers of your girl."
      I was angry now. 
      I said,"Dad, I am telling you that I love her seriously. (I opened the laptop and showed him her photos) Now, what do you say?" 
      My father's eyes started twinkling. Finally, he moved his eyes from the laptop screen and said,"Girl looks awesome. And I think that God has done justice to you. You have got what you deserve. But, remember that life is beyond this girl. Kissing her, holding her hand, sleeping with her will make you nothing in life. Proving yourself to her parent will bring more effect than kissing her after Ramzaan. understood?"


      I felt quite embarrassed. He asked me to look into his eyes. I saw and said,"Kiss is just an expression of love and nothing else papa." 
      Dad replied,"You love me?"
      I said,"Yes. Of course. This is why I am sharing this with you."
      Dad asked,"Then remember the last time you kissed me."
      I said with fucking face,"Dad, kissing you is different and kissing her is different."
      Dad replied,"Oh Yes. You are right. Kissing her will make your body become harder and touching girl always makes you energetic. But what's the advantage of kissing an old dad and expressing love and affection. Right?
      I: Now you are emotionally blackmailing me. Ok?
      Dad,"I have no problem with your relation with her but remember, if you will be beaten by her community, don't come to me and ask to lodge a complain against them. 2nd, I will never go to ask her parent for marriage, they should come to us to ask for you. Third, never ever go beyond touching her hands or whatever or kissing. I don't want to walk on road with a tag on my forehead that I am rapist's father."
      I: How come will you be called rapist's father? Am I a rapist? Did I say that I am physically attracted towards her?"
     Dad: I said that if you will go beyond all those things. Once, she will get pregnant, her parents can file a complain that you raped her. You don't know the cruel world. 
     I: Fine, I am not going to do anything with her. I will sit at a distance of 1 feet from her. I promise.
     Dad: That I know. You will be 1 feet inside her rather than being away from her.
     Both of us giggled. 
     I: Papa, I desperately want her with me. She is a super-girl. She is the best. She has scored 89% in her 12th std and she almost answers every question in class. She is very fast in learning things. She is the most beautiful girl of my class and I think, of college too. I am lucky that she came to me and asked for my phone number and all and I got committed. And if talking about her community, I don't have any problem in her belief in Allah. I will not convert myself into Islam, I promise that and I'll never force her to bow in front of the idols in our temples. When I am not following her God, I'll not even ask her to follow my culture."
       Dad: Is ko hi bolte hain Paagalpann. But don't worry. Live safely and I am there to give allowance to the marriage. And please be in control after Ramzaan as I have read that she is ready to be kissed by you after Ramzaan.
      
        I started looking at the tiles of my bedroom rather than looking my dad with the same confidence. And then, my father patted my back and said "Best of Luck" and left the room. After that I kissed her one day and I told my father the very next day that I did it in Ramzaan rather than waiting for Ramzaan to end and I am still promising that I'll not go beyond this. He smiled and said,"This is what she wanted to do. She judged you by the kiss and now, she will leave you very soon". I didn't gave a damn about this what dad said. After few days, she left me and I was all alone. I was crying in my bedroom. My father entered and asked me the reason. I told him about the break-up and he said,"Beta, this was my only fear. I didn't wanted to see 2 things to happen. First, to see tears in your eyes because of a girl and second, seeing your baby in the girl's womb before marriage. I am seeing the first thing happening in front of me. I hope the second one is not going to happen." I replied,"No dad, I didn't did anything with her. We always sat in public places, for your kind information." Dad replied,"Cool. Now, forget her. And remember, doing masti while being in relationship is good but loving a girl by being in a relation is very dangerous. Love a girl in your heart rather than getting committed to her and then loving her. I liked 2 girls in my life but I never opined my feelings and I am proud of it today. At least, I can be fearless while taking your mom outside for hang-outs, shopping and dinners. I don't have fear that I can bang into my college day's muse." 


           These words of father affected me a lot. After this, I decided that I'll never get committed to a girl until I'll find an appropriate one for myself. Now, I love the girl of my life in my heart. I never share the name of the girl with anyone and I have decided that I'll never open my heart to her too. I will love her in my heart for the whole life like a true and pure lover rather than kissing her and explaining it as an expression of love. Now, I realize how important it is to share everything with parents. It is not always that parents agree but they keep an eye on you and they bring you out of trouble even when they warned you before not to enter that path. Even my dad unsupported me in the beginning but later he was ready to do anything for me and her if I'll stay true to myself and him. Just because my father knew all that happened between me and her, he made me come out of the depression of that break-up within 1 week of it. So friends, please share everything with your parents- anyone of them(Mom or Dad) with whom you are comfortable. I was comfortable to talk with my dad about this thing and hence I did it. At last, he supported me. :-) 


            Today, I am single as I promised myself. And the day I'll think of proposing another girl and get seriously committed to her, I'll first go and ask my father what to do next. :-)


           Thanks.


ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Kya Aap Do Minute Ke Liye Hamare Product Ka Demo Dekhenge?

            450th BLOG -->>

       
         It was after 2 years that my friend Ravi bhai was coming to my home. I was excited that I'll meet him after a very long time. But the last conversation I had with him was still haunting my mind. We were having a talk when he said,"Veeru, tu dekhna main tujhe Crorepati banane aa raha hun." I was surprised to hear him say that. Ravi was a boy from village. His father was a farmer. He was studying in Nashik with 2 sets of cloths and just 1 underwear. For the whole day, he used to wear it and the whole night he used to be without it. He used to wash it in evening and put it in the balcony for drying it. The next morning, the same underwear rocked for the whole day. I am still in sympathy with that underwear which dared to bear that 100 gram of instrument Ravi had. Seriously speaking, this farmer people have bigger groan. Not that I have checked everyone's but I have a mindset k aisa hi hota hai. Ok. Off-track ho gaya. So, I was waiting for him eagerly that aisa kya hai jo mujhe Crorepati bana dega. He stepped in my home on 4th June,2009.

            We talked about our two years when we didn't met each other and we didn't talked anything else except asking where-about of each other. After a while, he started. 
   "Veeru, you like building up new relations. Right?"
   "Yes bro. I like it very much." I was still wondering at which point this first sentence of Ravi is going to take me.
   "Do you like to talk in people?"
   "Yes bhai." I kept answering because I wanted to know the secret of being a Crorepati.
   "If I'll ask you to promote a company or a product, do you think you can?" 
   "Yes bhai. Its so easy." I said this because I performed in my school where we were asked to prepare an attractive advertisement for a product and I won the show.
   "Then I have a deal for you. You will have to fill this form and pay me 500 rupees. With this, you will be the part of our organization. After this, you'll never pay anything to us but we will pay you for promoting us and building the relations."
   I was confused because it was hard to believe that I'll be paid for building up the relations with others. Meri dosti, meri yaari, mera faayda. ye mujhe uska paisa kyun denge?
    "Bhai, justify what you said. I have understood nothing."
    "See. We have the products related to Cosmetics and Energy drinks and powders. The price of the item starts from 501 rs to 5001 rs. See this booklet and you'll get an overview of all the products and their specifications." He handed a waxy paged booklet to me. I started turning the pages. 
    He continued,"As soon as someone will join our organization by filling this form of 500 rs, we will give him the product of 1000 rs for free. After that, he will be provided 30% discount on all the products he will buy." It sounded cool.
    "As soon as you will be successful in adding two people below you, you will be promoted to the post of Assistant Manager." I, a boy who just passed his 12th after failing 11th twice was about to be an Assistant Manager of an organization. I could smell that there was something wrong about all this. But then the man like Ravi bhai can never push me in the fire.
    I asked,"Bhai, and how will I earn through this?"
    "See. Whenever you'll sell a product to someone without joining him to our organization, you will earn 30% of the MRP as we provide you the products with 30% Discount while you are selling him in MRP."
    I exclaimed,"Wow".
    "But bhai, isn't there a facility or a privilege of receiving a fixed amount every month?"
    "Yes. There is. The day you have 30 people under you who would be working regularly for our organization and at an average, if each of them sell 5000 rs product every month, you'll start getting cheque of 25,000 rupees per month plus commission." I was dumbstruck. 
    
            I picked up the form and filled it up. Picked up my wallet and handed 501 rs to Ravi bhai. He promised me that he will be there whenever I'll need him. After that, I started contacting all my friends and meeting them. I met their parent and I met their friends. I even insisted many friends to make their girlfriends come with them to my house so that I can show them the products and give them a demo. My friends gave dirty looks to me but it didn't affected me as I was mad to earn and I was dying to see the cheque of 25,000 rs. 
     
            After 6 months, I found that I wasted 55,000 rupees in buying those products as it was compulsory to buy a certain amount of product to continue with those discounts I got. I managed to add 8 friends below me. None of them were successful. Those 8 friends added 6 people below them. At last, a cheque of 899 rupees was delivered to me. I was disappointed. I called Ravi bhai and told him about my efforts and the amount of cheque I received. He replied that its genuine as he told me that I needed 30 people below me who would sell 5000 rs product every month and that would lead me towards 25,000 rs cheque every month. I started hating Ravi bhai after this. I stopped talking to him. I never attended his call after this. I was heart broken that he fooled me to join a bloody organization which paid 900 rupees after wasting 55,000 and pushing my body to visit 20 cities and give the demo to my friends and managing to add only 8 friends out of all. 

            That day I decided that I'll never join any kind of networking business again in my life. Networking business can isolate you from your friends. People start running away from you after you join a Networking business. Instead of talking about girls, you start talking about products with your friends. Your life turns into an addiction to have money which you don't get for a long time in Networking businesses. Today, whenever I see that there's someone who wants to meet me for giving a demo of a Networking business, I try to give the best excuse so that I don't have to bear those dreamy talks about lots of money after few months and few people working under me. Every person I have met in my life have been a victim of Network business. After being frustrated and being a victim of one more demo last week, I dropped down here to write this post. Sorry if I have touched the most painful nerve of yours by making you remember of your days when you knocked every door to give a demo of your product. And yes, that sentence still echo in my ears "Main tujhe Crorepati banane aa raha hun" Bhaag Bhaag Dk Bose Dk Bose Dk Bose DK Bhaag.

            Anyways, thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak !!!

           445th BLOG -->>

       From last two days, my eyes are glued to the laptop screen and I have kept typing and searching something or the else. Even Google got tired and echoed "No result found" many-a-times. My fingers started abusing me and blamed God that why am I their master? My fingers want to take rest but I am the person who post more than 150 tweets everyday and write upto 800-1000 words daily. What I write in college is a fixed quota which is understood. Assignments is an addition to it. So I think my fingers are the most used fingers of the world. Ok. Stop using your dirty mind. I know that Finger made you think of something else. Uff. Everything happens for the first time once and this was the first time when I was searching something valuable related to my studies on the internet. I was feeling ashamed of myself because I was trying to fake my mind by asking it to behave like a sincere student even when my conscious wasn't sincere and pure. :-)

             I was been given an opportunity by my group members to prepare the First Synopsis of the Human Resource Management system (the project assigned to us). We have to create it in Visual basic application and use MS Access as Back-end. I know you didn't understood anything but don't worry, even I haven't understood anything about this. I always heard that Graduation is a big thing and after completing it and holding degree in your hand, you come to know what knowledge have you gained. I completed my two years of graduation by visiting malls, bunking lectures, making fun, laughing with friends, sitting in canteen, sleeping in class, talking slowly while teacher is teaching, staring girls etc. So I always thought that Graduation is just another class which ends after 3 years and there's nothing difficult or tough about it. But as soon as I stepped into 3rd year and the Project was announced, I got an adrenaline rush and I was about to faint when I saw other friends struggling to deal with the pain too. I thought, when all of us are on the same ship and no one knows how to save it, then what's the tension, let's sink into the river like all of them are going to. When we were asked to submit our Project name, that was the most toughest moment of my college life. I didn't knew how to create a software and they were asking me what software are you going to make and what features are you going to add. I was shocked and then I understood what Graduation is.

             Yesterday, while preparing the first Synopsis of my project, I was feeling as I am being raped by someone but still I am allowing them because they are going to pay me for that. Yes, they are going to throw marks as a bheek in return of the project. At last, I completed it last night. After completing the synopsis, I felt like I am the next king in the world of IT after Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg. Today, I donated my whole day to two assignments. I completed it right now @ 1 AM. After completing it and wasting my weekend, I was about to abuse the assignments when I realized that the struggle didn't end here. I was called to the college on Friday(on the day of Pateti when all the colleges and schools had holiday), Saturday(when our college has holidays but still we were called) and now I have to attend tomorrow on the day of Janmashtami too. I know Lord Krishna will never bless the people who aren't giving him importance. :-). I and my group member were creating a project on Cyber-cafe management system. We were rejected at the last moment when we didn't had any idea about any other project. At last, we ended up at HR Management System when someone said that its easy to find and edit. That period of time when we were rejected and we struggled to find out the name of an another project was the moment when I realized how tough and big Graduation is. 

              From here, I have my Unit test in the next week. Then Defaulter's. Then assignment will continue as they have always sucked all my patience and calmness. Then, many presentations to be given - Individual and Group. Till then, the next Unit test will be announced and as soon as it will end, big assignments and then Final exams. Project and its coding will keep *ucking us side by side. I don't know how to deal with all these tasks of college with the number of festivals coming too(one after another). I can taste the bitterness of Graduating and now I know the pleasure of holding degree in our hand after the hard struggle of 3 years. May God Bless me for the last year of Graduation. Hope, I'll do my best.

             Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU   

Papa, Aaj Father's Day Hai ! !

            416th BLOG -->>

        The whole world celebrated Father's Day on this Sunday. Actually, I have a problem that I don't know how to celebrate such days. Should I take my Father to a bar and ask him to have his favorite drink? Should I take my father to a trip at an adventurous place and after reaching to the destination tell him how much I love him? Should I arrange a party with close family friends and then announce my pride to have him as my father in front of everyone? How exactly do someone celebrate Father's Day, Mother's Day or any such day? If it would have been Girlfriend's Day, I would have taken my girlfriend to her favorite mall and asked her to pick up the best dress in the store, I would have ordered her favorite dish in her favorite restaurant and I would have gifted her a book of her favorite romantic writer. Now, you will point out at me and say that you have all the plannings for your girlfriend but not for your Father and Mother. Actually, there's a reason behind this. I can measure the love of my girlfriend and accordingly I can return back the same amount of love to her on the Girlfriend's Day but when it comes to parent, I can't measure the love and thus I can't express all my love I have for them.

              Everyone was tweeting about Father's Day and some were even opining their love for their father and some gifted a perfume or a tie to their father. I was shocked to see such expressive children near me. I am definitely shy when it comes to expressing love to my parent. I remember when I was asked in the Fresher Party about what wish I'll ask to God if I get an opportunity, I replied,"Please keep my parent alive till I am alive on the Earth." This was the best I could express my love for my parent. I have no other words to use to show my parent how much I love them. After the whole Father's Day was about to end, I thought to call my father and try to wish him - Happy Father's Day. I called him and I talked about everything but I couldn't speak these 3 words and wish him. He didn't knew that it was Father's Day or something and therefore it was little more weird to wish him something he didn't knew of. Its OK if I would have been doing this from last 15 years but directly wishing him for the first time in 21 years sounds quite weird. 

              I wish my Father a very happy birthday at 12 AM itself and that is Father's Day for me but not the one which is officially called by Western people. On his birthday, I celebrate it with all the enthusiasm and even gift him a present and try to make the day special. I dedicate 28th August(Father's birthday) to my Father and it is Father's Day for me. A Father-Son relation is generally quite Formal. They aren't attached like Mother and Son. Mother and Son keep on chatting always and child shares everything with his mother and mother tells him all his difficulty so it is quite easy for a child to wish his mother and express his love to her but when it comes to Father, every son try to leave the room and run rather than wishing with half heart out and half heart dancing in confusion whether I have wished properly or did I showed a sign of stupidity by wishing my father a day which he didn't even knew about. 

             Uff !!! This is all I wanted to speak on Father's Day. Its quite weird.

Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Nashik - The City of Mastikhors !!!

            415th BLOG -->>

        I have been away from my Blog because I went for a trip to Nashik to meet my Junior college friends and for Sai Baba Darshan in Shirdi. Nashik is too close to my heart. I have completed my 11th and 12th in the Bytco College of Nashik. I remember the time when I and my father went to the principal of this college for my admission in 11th std after the admission procedure was over. The principal - Dhondge Sir rejected our request saying that there were 800 seats for 11th std and all of them are full, we can't even admit him by taking donation. I and Papa were shocked. We left Aurangabad thinking that I'll easily get admission in Nashik but after coming here and meeting the principal, we were damn disappointed to see that there is no scope of admission and I'll have to waste one year to get admitted in 11th std. I and Papa went to the Educational Officer in a Government Office and paid 1000 rs to a lawyer for setting some jugaad for my admission and he went up with an application to the main Educational officer of the Nashik and the Edu. Officer stamped on the Application. The application said that this child was suffering with fever and he was admitted to hospital because of which he was unable to perform admission procedure on the given time so please allot a seat for him in the Gokhale Education Society's Bytco College on Nashik Road. 

              Finally, I got admitted in 11th std and I started attending college. Because of the late admission, I was never alloted the division and I never demanded them to allot the same for me. Whenever I attended college, I used to sit in the classroom with the most number of students. I used to go and secure the last bench and used to sleep there for all the time or used to talk through SMS with my girlfriends which I got through online chatting. This used to be the routine of my life. After 1 month, I stopped going to college as there was no friend to accompany me and I started spending my time in Cyber Cafe surfing Internet and adding the number of girls in my Girlfriend list. It was a wonderful period. Sitting in Cyber Cafe with a coke on the right side and a Kurkure packet on the left, searching girls on Orkut and sending them request, after their approval, sending them various scraps to show that I am crazy for them and then replying to their replies and finally proposing them, after the approval, taking their contact numbers and then sending them text messages and starting a raunchy conversation. This used to be my life in 11th std in Nashik. 

              At last I failed in 11th and my father admitted me in Chate classes. In Chate classes, all the students rejected and ignored me for first because I was a failure in 11th std but as the time passed and they understood that I am good in creating humor in classroom and I can make the lectures go like a party, they accepted me. Suddenly, I got many friends. I have mentioned about them in one of my blog post in the month of April. Now, we began bunking classes, going to multiplex for watching movies, sitting at Cyber Cafe and downloading numerous Windows software and Unlock codes of Games. It was a golden moment where I had no tension of studies and I was living a great life in this city. Nashik had good roads, it was developed, it had good restaurants, it had multiplexes, so I kept on roaming here and there in Nashik for the whole year. Finally board exams came and I gave them after studying a lot in the last months of the 12th std. After the exams, I shifted to Mumbai but I always missed Nashik. The friend circle of Nashik was damn crazy and I just can't get over them still. After that I am visiting Nashik once every year just to meet my friends and walk on the same roads with them and remember our old time when we rocked the city with our Bindaas behaviour. 

              This 3-day-trip of Nashik has been awesome. I met some of the good friends and created the same environment of our Junior college time and laughed a lot. Watching India TV together and making the same kind of headlines from our lives and then laughing was a memorable time. Going for long motor-cycle rides in night was a breezing moment. I went to Shirdi Sai Baba Darshan too. As you all know I am a big devotee of Sai Baba, I had a will and desire of worshipping Sai Baba in Shirdi from last 2.5 years but because of hectic schedule and no company, I had to postpone it everytime but this vacation, I was firm on my plan to go to Sai Baba and finally I achieved it. It is said that you can't worship your favorite God in your Favorite Temple till the God himself don't want you to come. The day God decides to call you to meet him, you go there even after many difficulties and hurdles. So finally I worshipped the Almighty Sai Baba in Shirdi and thanked him for all the achivement he blessed me with after I landed on the city-of-dreams - Mumbai and asked him to shower me with whatever is right for me in life. Yes, I just said to give me whatever is good for me rather than reading out a whole big list of my desire and dreams. 

             Now, I am back and I have decided that now I'll never postpone the plan of Shirdi and I'll visit it once every year. OM SAI RAAM.

           Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

Funny Scenario of Today's Practical Exam !!!

            393RD BLOG -->>

        Today, I gave my Practical exam of Semester 4. In my childhood, my teachers never taught me that Time travels very fast instead they taught me that Light travels very fast. On 17th January, 2011, our college was reopened. I got my result on 14th February. After getting ****ed up in the Semester 3's result, I promised myself that I'll do my best in Semester 4 so that I can bring my percentage back in the form. When Sachin slows down the run-rate, Sehwag beats the ball and augments the run-rate. When Gambhir waste the ball, Sachin hit boundaries and manage the run-rate. So, I thought that my average percentage has been dropped down, so I should start studying from February itself so that I can perform in the exam going to be held in May. But, in India we say that kuttey ki pooch kabhi seedhi nahi hoti and hence I remained the same as I was in the Semester 3. I had my exam today and last night, I didn't even know how to start writing a Visual Basic program. All this happened not because the subject is hard or the coding is difficult, this happened just because I never concentrated in the laboratory and even in classroom, I keep dreaming about something else and flow in the world of Writer's Dream.

             Yesterday i.e. on Wednesday, Yusuf came to my house at 8 AM as promised. We promised our conscious and heart that we will not divert our mind anywhere and we will just try all the programs so that we can run all the programs in the exam easily. I didn't had VB and ORACLE's software in my PC kyuki poorey semester mein kabhi bhi jaroorat mehsoos hi nahi hui program run karne ki. ;-). At 9 AM, we understood that these softwares can't be installed on my computer because of the Anti-virus program or compatibility issues. Yusuf wanted to see ROBOT and hence we became the follower of #RajniIsGod for 3 hours. ROBOT ended at 12 PM and Yusuf realized that we have our exam tomorrow. We went to college at 2 PM to get a new Set Up file from our friend Prasad who had original files. Yusuf went to his house and I don't know what took more than 2 hours to get the file copied into his pendrive that he returned back after 5 PM. Ultimately, we lost the whole day. Yusuf told me to come to his house after the Mumbai Indians match because his PC already had VB installed. 

              After Rohit Sharma hit that Six on the last ball and made my favorite team win, I marched towards Yusuf's home. After going there, we started studying seriously. I was thinking about VIVA again and again and I used to lose focus from what Yusuf was teaching me. I sat with him from 8 PM to 2 AM. In this 6 hours, I understood only one thing and that is "Computers" is a wrong field I have selected for myself. Whenever Yusuf used to feel little confident about himself, I used to make him remember that we have two thick books to read for VIVA tomorrow and he used to lose his focus too. We were also talking to students from our class and everyone was at someone else's house for practicing the codes but none of them were working. Everyone was busy in chit-chatting. It has been my childhood problem to chat with a friend when no one's around. I am too naughty and raunchy so I keep on talking weird things which excites my friends. Hahaha. Even if someone don't want to concentrate on girls, my talks can make him imagine that his bed is flying in the air and his girlfriend is sleeping with him on the bed. But I am not that fool too. Once the person is lost into sweet dreams, I make them remember about the exams and they get confused whether to concentrate on studies or complete the half-done job with his girlfriend on the bed of dreams.

               At last, we sat in the exam hall at 10 AM today. I slept for just 1.5 hours in the morning - 5.30 to 7 AM. I saw the question paper and said to myself - lag gayi beta. Suddenly, I remembered some codings of some programs which Yusuf taught me and I started doing them. I was successful in doing 2 programs of Oracle correctly but I got choked up when VB came at the front. I did 1 program using my fundas which madam rejected but still gave me few marks for it. The 4th program of VB was very hard which I unfortunately had to skip. I remembered the coding so I wrote it in the answer paper without performing the practical. 

                When the VIVA section began, all the classmates started shivering and I was confident about my prediction that someone will surely faint in a minute or two but my friends were mentally prepared for the F***ing session. No one fainted. Finally, my turn came. The external faculty was taking the VIVA of 3 students together. I went up there and sat in between of Siddhesh and Tushar. I answered the very first question as Sehwag hits the boundary on the very first ball of the inning. But the session after the first ball didn't acted as a good inning for me. Like a bad day of Sehwag, I got out at every question asked to me after it. In all, 10 questions were asked to us, out of which we gave answers of 2 questions. 1 was given by me and another was given by Tushar. I didn't had any idea about the answer given by Tushar about whether it was right or wrong but still when madam asked me "Is he right?", I confidently said, "NO". So, out of 10 questions, my group gave answer of just 1 question. At least I can feel proud for giving that 1 master stroke when my team lost by more than 200 runs. 

                This is how the practical exam ended. All the students of my classmates are thrashed today. No one performed brilliantly. Everyone cursed themselves for chit chatting with their friends the last night rather than running the programs. Now, my exams are starting from 29th April, 2011. I am just praying God and asking just one favour from him - My books have proposed me, I just don't love it and I don't want to accept its proposal but still I don't any other option so do something so that I can start loving my books and accept the proposal and start an affair with them. I hope God is working on my Lokpal Bill otherwise I'll have to start fasting and sit on Anshan. 

                 I hope external faculty would have given me Maximum Sixes award for that master stroke on the very first question. 

                Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU 

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            9 hours ago, everyone was praying the God for India to win. Everyone was expecting big knock from Indian players. Everyone was nervous and everyone was ready for an exciting match. People were tweeting that if you really claim to be World Champion, beat Australia and reach Semi-Finals. Many said that let's see whose the biggest player - Ponting or Tendulkar. Many were waiting to see whether Yuvraj will continue his mind-blowing game or will he quit the spirit today. Many were waiting for a FOUR again by Sehwag on the very first ball of the match as he own a record in this World Cup of hitting a boundary at the first ball of every match he played. Everyone in the World know about the excellence and brilliance of Australian team and therefore everyone was afraid whether India will do it or not. Pakistan applied the brake to the Australia's incessant 34 victory in the World Cup by beating them in the last League match. Now, it was a very big exam of India whether they will beat Australia like Pakistan did or they'll let the Australians win again. The whole world was supporting India as everyone wanted a new winner of this World Cup rather than the same champion- Australian picking the Cup and going to their home with their heads high. It was a very tough period before 9 hours.

             But now, after the 9 hours have passed away and India has won the match by a brilliant 5 wickets, many things has been proved right while many has been proved wrong. People were expecting Sehwag to kill the bowlers but he played an inappropriate cricket. As always, people were expecting Sachin to score a century but he ended his inning before 60 runs itself. Gambhir played a good cricket and scored his half-century but failed to show a brilliant batsman-ship by playing under the condition of pressure. He did several blunders and got Run-Out like a stupid batsman. Then came Virat Kohli and nobody understood why he gave that easy catch to the opponents. After him, came the Man of this World Cup - Yuvraj Singh and he stood on the field till the game ended. After Kohli, came Raina and he showed the hunger in him and proved the nickname gifted to him - Left-Handed Tendulkar. India were at 5 wickets when Raina entered and Yuvraj was trying to keep the match alive. A stable partnership was needed at that time because it has been a weakness of Indian team to stand with their heads high after their first 3 batsmen return to the pavilion. And Yuvraj and Raina built that partnership and gave the Indians the biggest treat. Sorry, I missed writing about Dhoni's entrance on the field as he missed to add runs in India's score.

              Ponting is being challenged for his attitude and arrogance since the World Cup started. The man has been very irritating since the World Cup began and hence people wanted Australia to leave the tournament with a shame in their eyes. Ponting announced in the pre-match press conference that he will not allow Tendulkar to score his 100th Century against them in the Quarter-Finals. Haha. This is the most stupid challenge I have ever heard by a cricketer. If he would have challenged that we will send Tendulkar back to the pavilion in his single-digit of runs or before 20 runs, it would have been interesting but challenging for a century was damn funny. It is not very easy for Tendulkar to score century in each match he plays. Century is a big thing to come and it doesn't come regularly. It comes once in a bluemoon but Tendulkar has proved the World that 100 is an easy task for him but it is still hard to get it. And the challenge of Ponting was damn funny. Do you remember the challenges Shoaib Akhtar or Wasim Akram used to give to Tendulkar that we will send Tendulkar back to the pavilion in the 1st over itself. That's a real challenge a guy would take rather than this stupid one. So, Ponting failed here. This was the match where people love the competition between Tendulkar and Ponting. Ponting scored a brilliant century while Tendulkar ended at half-century itself, so here, Ponting won. 

               Then, Tendulkar completed his 18,000 runs of ODI career and managed to be on the TOP in the list of leading run-scorer in World Cup 2011 but Ponting failed to stop him after trying all the strategies and plans. Out of 48 centuries scored by Tendulkar, it has happened for just 13 times that India has lost the game, but still people say that whenever Sachin scores a 100, India loses so it can be said from now onwards that whenever Ponting scores a 100, Australia loses. 

               India has played 7 games in this World Cup till now where they have won 5 games, tied 1 and lost 1. Out of 5 victorious game, Yuvraj Singh has won the Man of the Match for 4 times. When the selectors selected Yuvraj in the team, the whole nation abused and criticized them but Yuvraj is proving the nation wrong by performing incredible in all the aspects of cricket - Bowling, Batting and Fielding. If India wins this World Cup, it will be dedicated to Yuvraj Singh first and then to Sachin Tendulkar because Sachin performed in just 1 aspect of Cricket while Yuvraj has performed in all the aspects. 

              Now, after Australia is being thrown out of the World Cup tournament, everyone is excited to know who will be the new one. It was interesting to see Ponting's face in the last overs. He was about to cry at any moment. He thought that its only Sachin who can beat them but he didn't knew that all the 11 men have polished themselves to beat him up. Just because you have a Champion tag, you are a wonderful record-holder, you have been Captain of World Cup winning team for twice, your team has the trademarked yellow jersey again, we will dither to see you all on the ground? No. Never. We are the team who is always unpredictable and incredible. 

              Now, the story of Australia is old and a new challenge is here - Pakistan in Semi-Finals. People in India are damn emotional and sentimental which can be seen from their request from the Men in Blue to win the Semi against Pakistan and we don't care if you lose the Finals. It has been the history that India has always beaten up Pakistan in World Cup but this time it seems to be hard. Pakistan is in a good form. They are the team who beat Australia and broke their record of 34 incessant win in World Cup. Shahid Afridi seems to be very poor in his batting performance but he is doing wonders with the ball. He has taken 21 wickets in this World Cup which is the highest by any Pakistani in World Cup matches. His best in this series has been 5 wickets by giving just 16 runs. Truly commendable. Their batting has been little weak but still they managed to perform well. Indian batsmen can face problem because our batting line-up after the top batsmen has been very devastating in this series. Indian batsmen will have to play a cool match if they want to face their bowlers and win the match again. They will have to continue great pertnerships to build pressure on the Pakistani bowlers. This is the only key to win against Pakistan because our bowling has been the weakest so its hard to expect anything from here except some outrageous performance by Yuvraj Singh again.

             Lets wait for the 30th March to arrive. Pakistan has just one religion - Muslims to pray for their victory while we have Hindus, Christians, Sikh and many other religions including the much more Muslim's population of India than Pakistan. When all the religions meet together, they do wonders. On 30th March, all the religions will be praying for India's victory together, so let's not worry as all the Gods are going to take side of India rather than Pakistan. If Pakistan wins, that means, there are many gaddaars in our country who were praying for them. Hahaha. 30th March is Wednesday and no one has an official holiday. Students will bunk the college, professionals will take the sick leave, teachers will give an excuse, all will stay at home and experience the Mother of all Games on 30th March. It will be a Bharat Bandh on 30th March, seriously. I'm still getting goose bumps by thinking about the Ind-Pak match. Let's not hope much but keep praying for the best. 

              I think I have written very much. It happened just because of the JOSH of the win and Home Return of Australia. I think they turned to be Home sick this time. Oh, I started talking again. Good-Bye for now and Sorry for the overdose of Cricket on my Blog. Till then, somebody please wipe Ponting's tears as it can result into a Tsunami in Australia.

             Thanks.

ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU