Winter is back

It left you alone to die in the summers for 8 months, to die from the heat, and to suffocate in our own sweat. It disappeared as if it never wanted to return. It was not the only one who left us on the mercy of the heat; it took the rains with it. Though Rain tried to save us from the harshness of the heat, but it did not stay longer to make any impact on the screeching heat. But now it is back, and winters are back with bang.

Oh yeah, winters were not so dear four years back. I had just arrived from Bangalore to become the victim of harsh weather conditions of the North India. I used to shrink like a bed roll under two blankets to get a good sleep in the air tight room. It was hard to survive because I did not have to face those during my Bangalore stay.

It has been four years, and I have adjusted myself pretty well. Summers have been much more punishing, and this extended period of summers has become intolerable to us. Winters are much needed comfort to end the agony and misery of summers. Winters not only bring the comfort from punishing heat but also a reason to stay at comfort bed instead going out in cold.

We have been waiting for these winters for a long time in this season. Summers were extended to an extent where people had lost the hope of seeing cold. But winters returned with a bang. Within last 3-4 days temperature has gone to 5-6 degrees. Even it has not even allowed Sun to come out and lower the intensity of cold waves.

Such sudden change of weather has brought winters clothes out for everyone. Kids as well as elderly are shut into their homes. New winter specific items are available in market to eat. Different Gajjaks are available on various shops. It is really fun to watch people fully covered with bright colors.

Such a sudden change of temperature can be catastrophic to few people, who did not take enough precautions, but all in all it is a welcoming change in life for Northern people. Now I have more time to read and work on laptop. Nobody demands me to go out for shopping or for dining out in the evening. In this I can sit tightly and read or work on things that are more important to me.

Is India Changing - A Quora post

There are lot of questions and answers posted everyday on quora, but there are very few new questions which inspire a person whereas there are numerous questions put up in the past which have awesome answers and stories.

I read one such question today. Question is quite simple. Is India changing? From core of my heart, I can say yes India is changing, we people of India are changing. This, in theory, is correct, but, for me, it is very difficult to demonstrate such changes with data. The answers mentioned below demonstrate the data. As much I read, I became followers of the authors or people who have been doing such splendid things to shine our nation and paint it with better and stronger colors.

http://www.quora.com/Is-India-changing

There are approximately 333 answers as of now, and each one has it's own tale to share with all. There are people who have written so many great stories about their experiences. Whether it is a Rickshaw wala, or some volunteer, all of them have a passion to change our world, our experience, our passion, and everything that looked shitty earlier.

Among those many beautiful answers, one answer is about procuring food for needy people. 

In Delhi, An organization, consisting few volunteers, has tied up with different restaurants to provide the day's remaining food instead throwing it for dogs or in dustbins. All the volunteers, belonging to the organization, distribute this food to people who are homeless and needy. This organization has been growing everyday with the help of companies and restaurants. Various restaurants are coming up to help them more and providing them additional help from their side. There are 50+ volunteers who are serving at least 500 people everyday in the streets. If numbers of volunteers are increased, so they would be able to serve more number of people.

This organization is working for a noble cause, and we must support it by volunteering. Even if you do not want to volunteer, at least you can contribute in some other ways. The best possible way is to distribute remaining food at your house. Instead of throwing remaining food in dustbin, you can walk a bit and find someone who really needs that food.Wow, it is such a small contribution and it will help humanity.

Solution to Boredom

This blog has been inactive for a long long time. Since I have married, I have left writing, reading, and sharing. I would not blame my wife or my life for this. It is just that I have stopped caring about my writing skills.

Why?
Answer is clear and crisp, I am not preparing for CAT anymore.

Hell!!! Why the hell I am writing today?
Oh today. I could not find any thing to do. I do not have much work. I want to work on my site, but I can not work on my site as it is not possible to the site from office network. Though I tried staying updated with Quora, but it is neither helping.

Quora... What the hell is quora?
Oh, that's stupid. Do not you know quora yet. I can not believe you. Quora is community of people who do not poke into others business until unless someone asks them to poke. It is a community of higher intelligent people who love to share, read, and write for people.

On quora, you will find loads of stuff that will keep you energized. You will wander in history with some answers, some answers in finance will amaze you, some will clear your doubts in sports, and everything possible on earth is shared here. I just love the site.

After reading the question on quora, you can brag it infront of people who are still part of IT but that technological savvy. You will be like a demigod of knowledge to them. Ha ha ha... Reading and writing on quora is fun.

Then what is my problem today?
I just don't want to read a lot and become god from demigod. As it is said that lot of knowledge is also harmful to the mind. He he... It is not the right reason. I just don't want to do anything. I just to bore someone as much as I am right now.

So here I am boring you and endorsing quora. My latest passion.

Diwali 2013

Here comes another Diwali. Another day of celebrations, excitements, noise, light and joy. A lot has been changed over last one year in my life and my family's life. These changes are long lasting impact. This Diwali set a tone for coming life or better say we are entering in new phase of our life.

Office Celebrations

I am getting married on Nov 18th and my brother is getting married on Nov 30th. So Papa has got some relief that his sons are normal and they like girls only. Start of this year has brought lot of tensions, discussions, and other unrealistic situation in life. For the complete years tension clouds kept us in grey light. There were problems, discussion, problems, and discussion. But solution were not so near.

Sweet flowers.

But now all the solutions are there and me and my whole family is going to step into the new phase of life.

Hope every Diwali bring such JOY and HAPPINESS to each and every family in the world.

The Rangoli@Office

I wish all of you a great happy Diwali.

Rain: Every time brings my childhood back

Sometime you do not need bigger things to swing your mood. A small favour from your friend, a smile from a street kid, little bit of here and there can make your day.

One such thing is Rain. Delhi has been quite cool for quite some time. Clouds have covered sun for last entire week. Though weather forecasting department have been predicting heavy rain fall for quite a long time, but rain fall was not in picture. And yeah I have been unlucky too.

When I was in Rohtak, heavy rain fall was reported in Delhi. So I returned back to Delhi, and it just stopped pouring, and it started in Rohtak. My friend kept informing me about the heavy rain fall in Ahmedabad. I went there but I did not even see a drop of rain for 2 days.

Today things were different. I was in Noida, and it was raining heavily here. I got lift from my friend till the half way. I had a laptop to save, so I ran. As I was resisting the rain, so it grew heavier with every passing moment. I was fully wet in covering 200 Mts distance. I entered in my society and I saw children playing there. I could not play with them as I am old enough to play with kids in the rain and rainy water.

Quietly I entered to my apartment, and unloaded my stuff. But I was yet done. So I planned to get more wet in rain. I planned to have tea outside the society, which gave me plenty of time to soak more rainy water.

Now I was ready to face the drops, but it started slowing down. Though I enjoyed the dying rain, but I think that I could have done little more masti in my childhood.

But still I enjoyed first awesome rain(First only for me) of the season.

Missed: Train or Ring

I was sitting in the drawing room, and I was talking to her friends and family. Suddenly she ordered me to pack my bags. She told me “It is already 4 o’clock, and you are still sitting and chatting. Do not you remember that you have to catch the train? If you do not want to go, then let me cancel the tickets and you can talk for one more day”. I ignored her. She shouted again at 4.30PM. I thought that she wanted to throw me out ASAP.

I could not ignore her this time. So I packed my bags, and finished my tea. We left home at 5 PM. I was confident to get the train whereas she was not. She started her Scooty and ordered me to place my ass on it. I settled on the back seat of the Scooty like a king.

Scooty halted after 10 minutes. I thought this was the moment when she would kiss me, but the choice of the place was little awkward. It was in the middle of the market. I positioned myself to receive a kiss, but suddenly she shouted and told me to get off the Scooty. Hell man, this girl was crazy. Dude she wanted to buy some snacks for my travel. Oops, sometimes it looks that these girls leave their brains at home so that it do not age throughout their lifetime.

I was struggling to decide the bigger problem among two problems that I had: First the train that I might miss, and second the ring which was lying in my backpack. Technology rescued me here; as per Google maps, I was not far from the railway station and there was enough time to reach to there. But I did not tell her to relax otherwise I would not have some more time to spend with her at station.

Flurry of questions hit my mind within a few moments. Where should I propose her? Should I propose her before parking the Scooty  or should I ask her before entering the railway station or should I request her at the platform? How should I propose Should I kneel down? Should I kiss her first, and propose her later? All stupid questions attacked my innocent and blank mind. I did not have answers. It would have been fantastic if I would have watched lot of girlish romance movies. I might have caught couple of ideas at the moment of crisis.

Anyway we reached to the station 5 minutes before the departure. She told me to rush to the ticket window and find out the platform number. Though I had other ideas, but due to her persistent demand and serious face, we rushed. We reached to the platform and took deep breath.

I was wondering what if train was leaving and I had to catch the running train, what were my options in that scenario. Should I have thrown the ring to her and shouted instead proposing “Will you marry me”? Should I have not boarded? Should I have passed the packet in her hand as a gift and turned back to my seat without seeing her reaction? Now everything was merely a thought because the train was yet still, and we had some time to talk.

I wanted to talk to her, but madam had some other plans. She called up her friend and started telling her to rush the station if he wanted to meet me. So in the meantime, I pulled the ring from my backpack. Without realizing, I started kneeling down in-front of my princess. She was yet busy in her call, but I was already sitting on one knee, and waiting for her to end the call. For me world stopped for some time, People stopped talking, everyone stopped walking. It was utmost necessary for me to tell her my feelings.

I told her “O MY lady, we know each other for quite a long time. In this time I have fallen in love for you multiple times, hated you sometimes, adored you few times, ignored you a few times, and hurt you many times.”

“I loved you when you danced, smiled, talked, shrugged your shoulders like stupid, and did innocent but childish things. I hated you for your persistent love and unmatchable dedication which I could never return. I adored you for your mental toughness, physical capability, and friendship. I ignored you when I did not have enough courage to face you. I hurt you deliberately sometimes and by chance other times."

“O MY JAANU, I was not able to make you my princess, but you treated me as a prince. You have given everything to an autistic person who does not value emotions.  Your presence, by my side, makes me perfect and pleases me more than anything.”

“Though I could not do much at this juncture, but I would like to make you my prisoner so that no one else can feel your presence. O MY DEAR if you accept my prison, would you accept this small token from your warden and prisoner.”

She was stoned with dismay and disbelief. She hesitated a little, but moments later she pressed her lips to mine. Crowd was enjoying the act of adultery at the railway station. Within few seconds, train started crawling and someone from train shouted “O Manjhanu, train chal di hai”. I boarded the train and we departed.

It was the first kiss, lasted a few seconds, of my life, that too from the most special lady in my life.

Buck up, You got enough to face

We have sold our hopes to God.

We have sold our expectation to God.

We have sold our Goals to God.

He is building the chaos,

and yet we are part of it.

He is breaking things, 

and yet we are enjoying it. 

He can hurt the whole,

and yet we are hoping something out of it.

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Then sometime we say

Why can not he stop making things?

Why can not he stop choosing things?

Why can not he stop breaking those chosen things?

and we feel that he isn't perfect.

He is some human who is enjoying the experiments.

He is some devil who is breaking the things.

He is some god who is making few broken things beautiful.

He is not gonna help us,

But He tells us, wake up you sneaky bastards.

I am enjoying your hopes,

but I am retarded with such hopes.

I am creating beautiful things,

But I am burdened with your singing.

I am managing the whole universe,

But I am overworked while managing each of you.

Buck up.

I have given you enough strength to fight.

I have given you plenty of mind to try.

I have give you plenty of things to make world right.

Let me rest, I am tired and stressed. I am tired and Stressed.

I am afraid

I have not spoken truth for a long time. I am afraid truth will hurt you, but still I am afraid lie will hurt me.

I have not sat idle for eternity now. I am afraid I will introspect and find something nasty, but still I am afraid I will never improve in life.

I have not found the answers of my questions. I am afraid to learn more, but still I am afraid of dying without knowing anything at all.

I have not visited lot of places. I am afraid of dying of boredom in my home, but still I am afraid of dying outside with someone known.

I have not understood lot of feelings of my dear ones. I am afraid to misunderstand them, but still I am afraid to disclose mine to understand theirs.

I have not taken lot of decisions. I am afraid of taking wrong decisions, but still I am afraid of suffering as I did not take any decision.

I have not told a lot yet. I am afraid of sharing it at my own, but still I am afraid what if there is no one left to ask.

I have not walked once without you. I am afraid to lose you, still I am afraid you will be gone once and forever.

When you have to go, then why should I worry.
When I have to go, then why Should I be sorry.

Yo God,
Give me some wings to fly.
Give me some fins to Swim.

I will fly, till I satisfy.
I will swim, till I am justified.
I will enjoy till I die.

Movie Review: Superman of Malegaon

Superman of Malegaon, 2012
Cast: .Shivram Krishnamoorthy, Farogh Jafri, Akram Khan, Shafique, Nazir Shaikh
Director: Faiza Ahmad Khan
Genre: Comedy, Documentary

Malegaon is a village where everyone is movie-buff. People of this village are little crazier than others. They have established their own Mollywood to create spoofs of popular movies. Superman of malogaon is a documentary, which is the making of a superman movie's spoof. This malegoan's superman performs every impossible act (which are introduced with side effects in original movie) in the spoof. At the start, it is little odd, but once actual making starts, it makes you laugh loudly and repeatedly.

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This movie was started as a project to produce documentary, which was supposed to telecast in Singapore, but later it turned out to be a nice documentary cum film for all kind of audiences. 66 minutes lively movie entertains us quite well. Without any big names and brands Faiza has directed a gem. Please stay away if you want to see some Rowdy type entertainment. It is jara hatke.

Malegoan, a village approximately 200 Kms away from Mumbai, has lot of movie loving people. So few such crazy people planned to direct/produce movies in their own village. After successfully showcasing 2 big Indian blockbusters' spoof in Mollywood theater, these crazy bunch of people planned to direct Superman in Malegaon. Here starts the hilarious and mind blowing comedy sequences. Superman is flying in sky, catching thieves, fighting bad people, romancing with ladies, and finally finishing the villain. Details of costume, casting, and direction have been covered quite well in the movie.

It is a short movie in comparison to other Bollywood flicks, but shorter length entertains you through out the movie, and does not bore at all. Director could have made it little lengthier, but still this version of movie works fine, and entertains us thoroughly. Hope Bollywood or rather Mollywood could produce more such movies in future, and entertain us more.

World Peace

A video is circulated on Facebook, which depicts our ex-president. He is giving a speech in the European assembly. He recited one poem in his speech which is quite inspiring. So to remember it for a long time I thought to document it here.

Here is goes...

When there is righteousness in the heart, then there is beauty in  the character.

When there is beauty in the character, then there is harmony in the home.

When there is harmony in the home, then there is order in the nation.

When there is order in the nation, then there is peace in the world.

Those words are simple to understand, but inherit deep meaning. I am proud of our Mr X-President who has  increased nation's esteem in his each and every speech. I hope India can fuel in few more politicians like you.

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=407641889307922&set=vb.185547141525640&type=2&theater

Social Media in hearts

Social platforms have been invading in our life for quite some time. These platforms were encouraged to widespread your views with different people. To meet new individuals, get to know them, and start a life with new dimensions.

This basic ideology does not hold true anymore. People are spreading junk on these platforms. People have been intellectual enough to support multiple causes by sharing, and liking. Though at one hand they demonstrate their heart in the cause, yet at the other hand they show their incompetency in the real world. Throughout the day their tweets, Facebook statuses, and social platform information will clutter your pages, but these hypocrites will not be able to procure enough time to work at physical grounds.

Now new trend has started on these platforms. New set of people have started showcasing their emotions not only to concerned people, but also to everyone on earth. Without any concrete emotions, their walls are cluttered with virtual love, kisses, and sex. Our personal interaction and privacy have been losing it's own esteem. Reaction of the concerned person is too less important than reaction of Facebook people, which is primarily measured with comments and likes on your status.

Even we share our concerns with people who do not even have any idea of the problem. Why have we lost our guts to speak to the person, we know for multiple years? Instead we waste our time in story telling the problem to the unconcerned world, and seeking virtual consolation from these unconcerned people.

Whatever it is, we must not limit ourselves in the boundary of the virtual world. Though technology has tried to reduce our distances, but it has created opposite effects on our mind. Now our intimate communications are not bed room conversations, but rather they are statuses on our walls. Hope god can save us, and bring us out from such rude and unnatural form or love.

Who are you?

If someone asks you to introduce yourself in the group of 10 people, your introduction differs based on the purpose, and the members of the group. But how would you answer, "Who are you?".

You are sitting in the office with 50 colleagues in a presentation. Presenter stops all of a sudden, and asks you, "Who are you?".

You will merely have time to think and respond to such a simple, but weird question. My crude answer will be, "I am Vishal Jain.". Oh wow! that's all. Will my name define me completely? I do not think so. I am much more than merely the name. But then why I didn't consider anything worthy enough to associate with myself at that moment. So in my opinion, this question needs a delicate and much refined answer.

This question was asked to different people. Presenter asked this question to the first person; he answered, "I am a human being". Presenter asked the question repeatedly, and this guy told few of his behavioral characteristics, before running out of them.

In the same manner another person was interrogated. This guy told his professional achievements to answer it. Third person answered it with his personal information. Though neither question, nor participants, nor listener changed, but none of the answers were satisfactory, and complete.

So how would like to answer such a simple question? We do not ever think of answering this question in life time. So why don't you take some time and tell me that "Who are you?".

Happy Diwali 2012

So it is time to celebrate Diwali, the biggest north Indian Hindu festival. Except the mythological essence of the festival, it has significant importance in our life. Reunion of friends, families, shopping, decoration, cleaning, hopes, wishes, and love within families are few examples of such significant matters that are associated to the common man.

On this day, hundreds of small lamps will illuminate every street in every city. Hundreds of traditional oil lamps and hundreds of electric bulbs will enlighten every house in the street. No street, house, and place will remain dark today. Apart from decorating houses with lamps, every house will certainly have a Rangoli drawn with different colors and decorated with twinkling lamps.

This day, most of us, will visit the market from one end to another and wish Diwali’s best wishes to everyone either known or unknown. We will visit our friends who did not get time to meet us after last Diwali. It will be the perfect time to visit their houses and have some sweets (I love sweets) which are served as part of the traditions.

With our families, we will worship goddess Lakshmi, and god Ganesh. We will ask goddess to visit our house and shower money on us. Lakshmi visits every house this day, decides which house is decorated best, and stays in such a beautiful house for eternity. Chanting and praying will stop after an hour, after that we will be free to demonstrate the power of bombs we bought last night.

All the kids will first start with the loudest bomb, then as soon as louder bombs finish we move to bombs and crackers that last little longer. Ladies burst more trivial crackers. Though there is noise from different directions, but everyone seems to like the noise and pollution on Diwali.

I love everything about Diwali. Whether it is cleaning and dusting, or it is decoration, or it is meeting with friends, or it is worshipping, or it is cracking the crackers everything is charming, and cheerful. Though I have not brought any crackers yet, but I will get them soon. Hope you all will enjoy your Diwali as much.

Wish you, and your family a great, and prosperous Diwali!!!!!!!

Do we really own something?

Yesterday me and my friend had a brief discussion regarding possession. While describing our wealth, we proudly tell about our properties, cars, and ornaments, and we claim to own them. So our basic concern was to find out "Who possesses whom?".

Don’t worry, I haven't gone mad. I am yet quite sane.

Let's assume a person, who became a millionaire couple of years back, owns a BMW car. Along with the fundamental expenditures of the luxury class car, he has to maintain his status according to the car. He can not drive his car too often due to the fear associated with the car's status. He has to keep a tight vigilance to ensure it's safety. He cannot park it at random places to keep it away from streext vendors and kids. So to park it, everyday he strolls for an hour to find a better, and spacious parking place which might be 200 meters away from his house. He cannot park the car in the market where it is susceptible to scratches and thefts. So still do you think this millionaire owns a BMW?

Similarly, we all book a flat with the help of a bank, and keep depositing the bank's EMI for the entire life. We cut our expenditures, we reduce our desires, and we halt our life, but we live for our home. Do you see yourself as a king, after buying the home which already has owned you?

Further let me take the example of my own house. After moving to the house, my dad has stopped travelling. He says, it is unsafe to leave it unmanned even for 1 day, so at-least one person must stay at home. Hence they do not travel anywhere. He is always worried about the small cracks in the roof. So instead enjoying the house, he is more worried about it. So I do not think that my dad is owning it, rather the house has become the master of our lives.

If we sit down and look back our purchases, we feel the burden of these purchases first and later realize their importance, and advantages. So it is better to do something you like, instead of, owning those non-living things, which are possessing us.

Why do we Love Mahabharata?

I was listening a podcast in which narrator is narrating the great Indian epic Mahabharata. I was listening to the episode where war has broken out between the two armies. The objectives of these two armies have a clear demarcation i.e. One army, i.e. Pandavas, is fighting for truth and righteousness whereas another army, i.e Kauravas, is covered under the cloud of lies and Adharma.

As per the narrator the reason to love this epic is knowing the results at the start only. He tells that the person on the side of Dharma is going to crush others with the help of god, and this reason is good enough to love the epic, which has such an elaborate description of the war between Satya and Asatya. If we  adhere to the reason of narrator, we all must love every Bollywood movie which starts with two guys who are on the different sides of Karma.

Though I love this podcast and love his way of delivering the artifacts about this enormous piece of scripture, yet I differ from his reason. I love this epic for various satisfactory reasons. Few such reasons are mentioned below.

1. This epic demonstrates the human life. A man fight for the Land, and the honour of ladies. Man has to retain the honour which is compromised by ladies during some worthless debates. As man's life revolves around a female protagonist, similarly Mahabharata has revolved around different ladies. All these ladies shared their part of glory in the epic.
Shantunu falling in love with a lady and leaving the complete nation in chaos to have her.
Bhism abducting princess for his impotent brothers.
Dropadi commenting on her brother in laws and giving them a reason to write such a history.

2. Even though this epic is similar to human life, but still it does not lose supernatural substance to maintain our interest in the story. These supernatural characters intervened at times to spice the story up. Few demonstrations of such super powers are as mentioned below.
Krishna killed all Ashuras in his childhood.
Krishna showed entire universe in his mouth.
Lot of Rishies and Munies chanted blessings and curses at the start to impact the final consequence of the story in the end.
Most funny yet the most interesting story is about the length of the Dropdi's sari.

3. This epic has elaborate description of the war. Writer has concentrated on each and every character of the story. Writer has made sure that anyone supporting Adharma does not go unpunished.

4. Bhagwat Geeta is also important part of the epic.

Though I can list more reasons to invalidate narrator's point. yet most profound and satisfying reason is the similarity between epic and human life. This reason provokes me to know and to read the epic with greater interests.

Ghandhi's Ji about Beggers

Yesterday I was reading Gram Swaraj written by Bapu. In this book, Ghandhi has advocated about the self-independence of villages. He has stressed the idea of model villages, where each and every village is dependent on none other than itself. He has laid out some guidelines to make the village independent which are helpful in eradicating the existing problems in the society, and bring best character of the Indian villages.

Though he has dictated lot of problems and suggested solution to all such problems, but his stern stand against begging is quite surprising, but contradictory to my opinions.

Ghandhi has always stressed that everyone must be employed. In his opinion, a person must eat only after working for sufficient time and earning his food gracefully. Other means of getting food/eatables must not be accepted to society. As per Ghandhi begging is heinous crime, and the person who is supporting or assisting in begging is also partner in crime. As per him, any one should not give anything to a person who is healthy enough to earn his/her livelihood. Society leads itself to destruction by supporting or promoting such individuals.

According to him a society must not help physically handicaps. As per his views, it is government's responsibility to build houses/places to support such individuals. None, other than government, should take this task in their hands and interrupt someone else's work.

My Take/View
Ghandhi Ji was optimistic about Indian society, so he assumed that everyone would follow fundamentals of humanity, but even after 65 years of Indian independence people are still hungry and greedy. In current circumstances, it is really difficult to adapt these strict measures. When everyone wants to run from his task, then let society do something for humanity with the fear of God.

Anyway after reading Ghandiji's view, I will stop assisting any person who can work and earn, but I will not stop assisting other category of people.

Interpretations

Interpretation is always associated with mind set and mood at the given point of time. We interpret based on the facts available to us, and while judging the incident or statement our direction of judgment miss intricate details of the surrounding. X person state or act based on the people/problems/difficulties around, but person judging at other side does not even consider those small, but important matter. Such different interpretations create problems between families or couples or friends.

If people interpreting or judging can hold their thoughts from wondering for some time, and discuss the views with other person in person, it can surely help to erase some impulsive problems in relationship. Some times impulsive interpretations make life unlivable and miserable, but another thought and small discussions make the world wonderfully beautifully.

Let's wait and think, but believe me it helps our thinking, and demonstrate the respect and love for us in other person's mind.

Wish I could follow my own writings forever.

Winning Or Loosing

Life is not about winning a competition. You achieve more satisfaction when you put up a fight without caring about the results. Just to concentrate on winning the game, most of the times we miss the pleasure of playing it.

Just now, I was arguing with my friend, and at the end of discussion I told her that she won. She asked "Does it matter to you who won?". I was dumbfounded and thought "Do not we make life more miserable by judging on the parameters of winning or loosing it."

Let's play to please ourselves instead play to win for others.

Society

Why are we scared with society so much? Society is not to restrict good ideas, but it is to promote good ideas among themselves to make our life better.

Every second person thinks about society before taking any action, whether it can harm. Why can not some one take a step of reform and guide others to move out of orthodox and obnoxious traditions?

It will not only help individual, but also to society for implementing and spreading better ideas. 

Pappu Ka Swayamvar

Pappu is my best friend since my school days. He always had crush on different girls at different times, but none of his crushes eyed him even once. Though these girls tormented, tortured, and pained him, but he never lost his hopes. He is still waiting for his perfect match, who can love him forever like a cow, who grazes grass 24*7 in an open field. Pappu will love her like a bull, who works 24*7. As Pappu is disappointed, so he has very important information to share with you all.

Hi Friends (Esp girls),

We always face problems to understand his, he who should not be named, wishes. Though his selected path does not suit us, but still we follow his path to save our asses from the mysterious electricity generated in the clouds. Now look at me, when I was desperate to fall in love with some girl, at that time he didn't create a single suitable girl for me. As if my love line, the most sensitive line on palm, got deleted while oiling my hairs.

Most of the times, I have seen these girls in my dreams talking about me. Oh babes, this man stinks. Let’s not go closer to him. But excuse me girls, I have used the same deodorant which made angles fall from the sky. How can I stink? You stupids! Have you not seen this advertisement yet? I was not brave enough to walk to them and force them to smell my deodorant, otherwise at least one or two girls would have dropped in my arms.

Oh no, he looks desperate. Let’s stay away from him. Desperate! are you out of your mind? Do not you see this awesome smile on my face?

I used to scream, cry, and plead with them to come closer and to embrace my dejected love, But these girls did not even pass a smile to me. An experienced man, even if he is married, was a preferable choice of boy friend over a fresh and energetic man like me.

Anyway after wandering in dejection for many years, I planned to stop my search for love. I pulled my strings and handed these strings to my parents. Probably parents are the best bet for children like us. Though I felt ashamed while delegating my responsibilities to them, but it increased my reputation in their mind. They were happy as their ward has not gone beyond the limitations imposed by monstrous society.

At the start, we received unbelievable number of responses which were quite unexpected to all of us. I didn't expect so many girls were dying to marry me, and their parents were waiting only for me. Though these girls didn't want show their love to me, but deep down inside they were in love with me. Lot of parents came and went. Few returned, but didn't revert back after hearing my Dad's demand. Very few, who returned again, gave me their daughter's numbers. Most of these girls loved my sense of humour, smartness, and intelligence, but due to inferiority complex their parents never tried to buzz my dad back.

With time I figured that there are very few girls who can match my caliber, and these girls have not met me yet. So before these girls are married to guys with lesser caliber, I planned to unearth them. I am writing this post to search for such a girl. I am conducting a Swayamvar to find my dream girl who can match me in intelligence, humor, and caliber.

I know, After reading my post you are already interested in me, but still you must know little more about me.

Name: Pappu Rangawat

Father's Name: No Need

Height: More than Abhishek Bachchan

Looks: Very white similar to wheat's flour, handsome like Tushar Kapoor and muscular.

Education: Highly Educated.

I want someone with good family background, cute as Karina Kapoor looked cute in chameli, sexy as Bipasa vasu, graduate from a national level institute, fair as cow's new born calf, and most importantly her father must be a millionaire.

Thank you very much for reading my profile. I hope to meet you at Swayamvar soon. Please do not forget to bring your father's income certificate.

Bye.