The Wait..

"Hmm, I know. Even lately Rajesh has been rude to me", said the guy wearing pink shirt.
The one sitting next to him agreed on his point.
It was 11 in the morning and these two guys were returning from their night shifts and before going back to their respective dwellings, they had made the choice of enjoying a cup of coffee along with some hot corporate conspiracies and office gup-shups . So could be well seen from their unman-aged formal clothes and their unkept hair.

"And did you look at that bitch Neha!", said the blue shirt guy.
"Man, yeah. What kind of a girl she is! Totally a shame on the female community!", said the pink shirt guy.
And they both laughed.
"Sshhh..This guy sitting next to you is listening to all what we are talking about", he said and blue shirt guy turned to look who was sitting next to him.
The scene was, in a mall, near the cafeteria, on one bench of three, were sitting these three guys. Pink shirt guy on one end, with blue shirt guy sitting in the middle and this young guy on the other end.
Now this guy seemed to be much younger than these two guys. He was in his cool T-shirt and jeans but was sitting there a bit dull. Hence he might have turned towards these two people just to listen to their talks for a  futile time-pass.
But those two guys were a bit surprised as to why would a guy like him sit at such an early hour and listen to their talks while he could go out and enjoy. It seemed as if he had nothing else much interesting to do but to sit and hear those two people out!

"Oh, come-on! Let it be na! He doesn't know either of us and also he has no idea as to about all whom we are talking ", and they both laughed.
This young guy was still listening to them.
His one hand was in his lap and the other was giving a support to his head while his eyes and ears were busy listening to those guys! It seemed as if that small baby was instructed by his mother to sit there and listen to those people and there he was,obeying his mother like an obedient child!

This continued for some 15-20 minutes and then she came.
"Okay, Shall we proceed?", said the girl approaching this guy.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go",he said lifting himself, happily, from the bench.
And they both left! And he seemed happy the moment she came.
As The wait, was finally over!

Silence

She was busy working in the kitchen.Preparing lunch and breakfast.
It was almost eight o’clock and Neha had to leave at 8:30.

She was having an exam today hence was not giving her mother a helping hand in the daily morning chores.

Neha was busy mumbling the formulas and concepts in her room when she heard her mother’s voice.

“Come downstairs and pack your lunch“,her mother shouted.

"Coming “,Neha replied back. 

In a minute Neha was standing besides her mother.Cutting apple into slices for the breakfast,still mumbling the formulas and concepts.

“Okay, now here’s milk and bread.Make yourself a cup of coffee and a pair of bread-butter.Then you can go.”  She had an exam in an hour! In an hour! And it ain’t was some school level exam! An engineering level exam.But Neha have always been a good daughter,an obeying all the order girl .

She took it as a pleasure to assist her mother in household work which is usually not the case for any of today’s age girl.She took this work too with a pleasure even though she had an exam.

“Okay.I am done.I am leaving“,Neha said,picking up the cup and the plate of bread-butter.She had made herself a cup of coffee along with a pair of bread-butter,with butter applied on simple plain bread.

Why are you eating plain bread?Why didn’t you make a toast?“,her mother inquired.According to her mother, bread eaten in raw form was not a very healthy idea.Hence she always used to insist on eating a toasted bread or an oven-ed bread. 

Neha answered,in a low voice as she knew the reason was enough to make a spark for a fight between her and her mother early morning.

“I have to study.I will eat plain bread only today”,she made it simple,not to include any repulsive words to attract any argument.

“Why don’t you say that you like plain bread that’s why you are having it”.

“No mother.It’s not that.I hate plain bread.I love toasted bread.I love it especially with butter.But I love it because you always make me that.And today I am not having it because you didn’t make it for me.”,she wanted to say.But she kept quiet.

Quiet because her mother had a rough start in the morning with her father on some issue and she just didn’t want to annoy her mother anymore herself.Hence she decided to leave in Silence !

Smita 

Evil Mind!!.....

As they were leaving the school premises,he spotted a group of students discussing over some issue.Milap wanted to be a part of the discussion.He was excited to see his friend Srikanth in that group.
"go away Milu," Srikanth tried to send Milap for once.
Milap wanted to know what they were doing.By then ,they all were just 15 year old.
"Where are you going? take me with you," he requested his friend to take him with them.

"Common ,we are going to see something that you shouldn't," Srikanth said to Milap.

Srikanth indicated that they were going to watch some porn movies.For few minutes,the gang waited there for a while.

Finally they took Milap with them.
"Movie ka naam bata naa,"Milap was excited and was eagerly waiting to see the movie.

"Reshma ki Jawani," Srikanth said with a straight face.

The name Reshma buzzed into Milaps ears and he blushed for once.Reshma is a popular porn star in India.

They soon entered the theatre.Milap was amongst the top grade students.One could never expect him to do such evil things.The movie started and Milap stared at Reshma.His mouth was wide open after seeing Reshma's erotic performance.He never knew that Srikanth was a jack of all trades.The same night he could not sleep.He was getting such erotic dreams with Reshma.The next week ,Srikanth gave him few porn cd's.

The same year his semester marks dipped an all time low of 59% from 92 % the previous sem.

Few weeks later he wanted to see more porn movies.He now started asking for porn CD's from his friends.He got addicted to the same.

His marks started falling down and his interest towards studies gradually reduced.

He was addicted to porn.....
Thanks to friends like Srikanth who ruined him...

Currently he is browsing www.$%$%$%$%%$%$%.com

Please dont fall prey to bad friendship.Try to make friends of your own calibre and own category.Dont make friends like Srikanth.

Pour in your views? what should Milap do now?

The Pugilist 2

(All characters in this post are imaginary)

My coach Mr Harwinder Singh always used to say that my fore hand punch is the most effective and has greater impact.I remembered my coach’s advice and started using the same trick that he taught me few years ago.

Sameer was trying to defend himself.My aggression increased and I started punching him like anything.I just wanted to defeat him and it was all in my mind.

The third round got over and the score was 9-6 in my favour.He failed to score any point in the third round.I wanted to take advantage of this situation.I turned round to see the girls reaction.She was praying and I believed that she was praying for me

The fourth round started and my aggression increased.I just wanted to punch ,punch and punch.Finally he fell down .He was badly injured and was bleeding profusely.The referee then called off the match and declared me as the winner.I won the bout match by 15-6 in my favour.Sameer ‘s match winning streak record was finally broken by me.

I believed that I had impressed the girl,but I was shocked.I searched for her.I then turned around to see Sameer.Later on I came to know that the girl was Sameer’s girlfriend.She was weeping like anything.

I felt like I was a subversionist who always hurt other people.Never in my life I believed that she would be his girlfriend.I ,actually had no sympathy towards Sameer ,but it wasn’t intentional.

‘Sameer ,please get up dear ,’ she sobbed.I was shocked and I felt strange.

That very night I could not sleep nor I couldn’t eat my food.I wanted to meet Sameer and wanted to apologise. He was severely injured and in a critical condition.He was admitted in Heritage hospital in Pune. I went to the hospital with a flower bouquet .I wasn’t surprised to see that girl with him.She was seated next to him.

‘Hello Sameer,’ I said .

‘oh hi Champion,’ he said with a jest.

I know he was hurt ,but he was in a joking mood.

‘I am sorry ,’ I said to him and also apologized to the girl.

‘You are a Brutus,cruel and an insane guy,’ She bursted her anger upon me.

It was an awful situation.

‘I have a wish and you have to fulfillit,’ I asked her.

‘what wish?,’ she asked.

‘I want you to smile for me,’ I said to her.

‘Are you a physcho,how can I smile at this point of time,’ she refused at once.

‘please,’ I pleaded.

She never wanted her boyfriend to lose future matches.She studied that I was the only threat to him in the boxing field.She wanted me to leave the college forever.

‘But on one condition,’ she said.

‘what?’ I replied.

‘You have to leave the college,’ she said.

I thought for a while and finally said yes.

I wanted to leave the place and boxing forever.That day I realized that boxing can hurt any one badly.I wanted to go to my home.I wanted to meet Esha.

‘Iwill leave,’ I said with a smile.

‘but before going you have to smile for me,’ I asked her.

She made a fake smile.This was different from the one which impressed me.

‘B y the way what is your name?,’ I asked her.

I knew her as a person ,but I really didn’t knew her name .I wanted to know her name before leaving Pune.

‘Esha,’ she said.

‘what,’ I was surprised.

‘Esha Bhatia’ she said.

Esha reminded me of my girlfriend.She was similar in almost all aspect to my girlfriend.I returned back to my hostel.The very day I called my dad and asked him to get admission for me in a Mumbai college.Later on I got admission in a famous Engineering college .

I returned back to Mumbai .I hugged my mom and my sisters.I told them how I loved them.I wanted to meet Esha.I have always hurted Esha.Now I wanted to continue with Esha.I loved her very much.

I went to her home.Later on I got to know that Esha had gone to US for her further studies.She would live with her uncle’s family.Esha’s sister Nisha told me that she wont return back to India for atleast another 6 years. I was upset ,I wanted to talk to her .I just wanted her to know how much I loved her.Nisha further added that Esha was angry with me and never wanted to see me again in her lifetime.I couldn’t believe that my Esha would have said it.I wasn’t surprised as I have hurted her to such an extent.

Now,I sit alone with no dreams to galore.Now,I just wait for her.Wait and wait.

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The Pugilist

(All characters in the story are imaginary)

I still wonder why people hate a pugilist. Its a disgusting fact that people welcome a boxer whenever he wins a medal otherwise they don’t even bother to look after them. People always believed that I am an unlucky person or I am not a lucky charm. I still remember those days when everyone used to stay away from me .Even my family members never showed faith and trust in me. Even Esha failed to understand me as a result of which we broke up.Apart from these factors,I was obsessed with one thing. It could not be washed away from my mind.I concentrated on my daily routine and a 2 hour compulsory boxing practice. It has taught me various things that my parents didn’t.

I always failed to perform well in studies as in my initial stages of my life I took boxing seriously. I have dedicated my life to this sport.Now,I feel that boxing is everything to me. My craze and madness for this sport could not secure an Engineering seat for me in Mumbai. Dad could have managed to get a seat for me in a famous Engineering College, but I didn’t want .I always wished to stay away from my parents and my two little sisters Anu and Ashu.I believe that my family members would prefer sending me in a hostel as they considered me as a useless weed. This was the first instance when I was staying away from my family. All parents would wish their son perform well in studies and I totally agree with it.But they would get angry when they see me with my boxing kit. I failed to cherish every moment of my life.I failed in the process of being a good son and a good lover.Now,everything between me and Esha is over.I once believed that Esha was the only one in my life who would cultivate the seeds of happiness for me. I still remember those conversations which I guess could not be erased from my mind.

‘I want you to leave boxing once and for all,’said Esha to me.

‘Go to hell, never in my life I would leave boxing ,’ I said with a vex.

‘Ok,fine I give you two options me or boxing, select ,’ said she.

I always wanted to be a boxer in life and I always wished to raise the level of this sport in this country. I wanted to win Olympic medals for India. I wanted to be like Emile Garry, Mike Tykson, Muhamad Ali and Vijendra Kumar. My mind was and is obsessed with boxing.

‘I select boxing,’ I said to Esha.

‘Fine then,Bye ,’ She said to me.

Not even in my wildest dreams,I could think of Esha saying that.I loved her verymuch.Esha Singh was everything to me.I shared all my personal problems with her,but to vain she left me with full of pain.She could have killed me instead of hurting me.I sometimes feel that I am worthless and winning gold and silver is not a big deal.I could not know what was running in Esha’s mind.Now,I live in a hostel with 2 room mates.Shayan and Darshan also featured in the under 19 chess championship event.I was happy living with people of same genre like me.They loved sports like me.

‘Rajiv! Why are you so sad and why is this agony dude?,’ said Anoj to me.

‘Leave it Shayan,’I answered him.

I was always agitated and disturbed.I wanted to change my attitude.I reckon that people hate me just because of my attitude.

Lectures were going on smoothly and it was my first Physics lecture.

‘Good morning students, lets Introduce our self ,’ said Patel sir.

‘I am Prashant Patel am going to teach you Physics,’ said Patel sir.

‘I am Rajiv Sukhani from Mumbai.I am attracted towards boxing.I have won many boxing competitions till now,’I paused .

I had no intentions of impressing any one.I loved to be a loner,a solitary life. Initially very few people spoke to me. They had to think twice before talking to me.I was devoid of the so called Marathi language and to vain,it was the communication medium.People find it difficult to digest that I am a boxer.I was glued to this sport since childhood and I could not think of any kind of aversion. Esha knew it.I wanted to be a good lover to Esha,but I would still wonder if she accepts me now.

I even nominated my name for the inter college kick boxing event,just because I am pretty much attached to boxing. My first bout match was against Stephen Anthony.He was the runner up in the previous year.I defeated Stephen by a score of 15-0 in my favour.

Every one applauded and there was scope for a hope.Now people knew my name .Very few people supported me.That was the day I was seeing her for the first time.As the referee raised my hands to indicate me as the winner,I could see a big smile on her face. She had an angelic and a magical face.I could not let my eyes off her. I could only see her lovely Voilet eyes.I could see my Esha back in her form.I wanted to talk to her.I was not in a hurry.Her smile said it all.

I won the other two matches in quick succession.By then, all girls wanted to be my friends and as usual I used to refuse.I wanted to talk to that innocent girl who smiled at me. I reached the finals of the competition. I was supposed to play Sameer Shinde in the final.I learned that Sameer was the defending champion and had won the competions since 3 years. He defeated Stephen by 13-8 in the finals in previous year.He was a true champion in his own way.

The day arrived.It was the final in the 71kg bout.Sameer was the clear favourite.It was 12:35 pm.We both were invited to the ring. The referee instructed us and the game began.It was a great opportunity for me to beat Sameer.I wanted to break his winning streak.I always start the game with a good defence.I was defending at first.Sameer’s forehand punch was most effective.I could not learn his tactics.At the end of 2^nd round,he was leading 6-2.

‘Sameer,Sameer!! ,’ Every one chanted his name.I turned around to see the girl and she was seated at the first row.She was surrounded by many people and policemen,since it was a major university competition.

After seeing her face,I felt that there was a sudden rise in my energy level,just because I liked her.Now I was eagerly waiting for the next 2 rounds to start.May be there was a sudden increase in Adrenaline .Now,I was excited.

(To be cont....)

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Say no to Alcohol.....

Balanov was amongst the richest man in western Moscow.He was rich enough to satisfy all his needs and his wants and all that his heart desired.He was a stakeholder in Moscow telecoms.His wife and his two daughters were proud of him.He started working since he was 15 years old owing to poverty.He was the only son to his parents.Since, he started working from a very young age,he was deprived of basic education.During those days to freed himself from family tensions ,he started drinking liquor.Now,he is 45 and is addicted to alcohol.Although he was rich, he had his own personal problems.

The economic crisis had badly affected the European markets as well.As a result of this Lehman bro, Merylynch, ING Vysya had suffered great losses.Moscow Telecom was on the verge of a collaspe.He lost all his wealth in the event of regaining his company.The company was shut down.He could feel the pressure and his alcohol consumption increased.He started hating his wife and children.Few days later ,the Russian bank seized his house and froze his accounts.He was forced to live in streets.Now ,the king became a pauper in less than one days time.Now, he never cared for everyone.He purchased bottles of Whisky,Vodka and Rum everyday and drank it at once.

Few days later he had no money left with him.He forced his wife and children to work and get him liquor everyday.The Economic crisis had badly affected him.He went to depression.Now all that he wanted was alcohol.He wanted Whisky and Rum."Whiskyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!," he screeched .
The wife and his children were helpless and could not see their loved one in pain.
One day,he was left alone in his new home.He could not find the bottle anywhere in his house.He didn't had enough money to get himself a drink.Now he was addicted very badly and he was unaware of what was happening around him.He was busy searching for few Rubles.A bottle of Whisky would cost him 155 Rubles ,but he just had 16 Roubles with him.He eventually turned on to be a chronic drinker

His eyes grabbed attention of a perfume bottle that was lying on the table.He checked for the contents and soon spotted 68% Alcohol written on the perfume cap.He removed the lid and consumed entire bottle.

He was addicted to such an extent that he failed to understand difference between alcohol and alcohol in perfume with different contents.Few minutes later he could feel the effects.He could feel the burning sensation of his lungs.He was already suffering from Liver Cirrhosis due to excessive consumption of alcohol.He slept for a while and within no time he gave his life.

Alcohol consumption means consumption of liqour in the form of Vodka,Rum,Whisky,Brandy etc.Alcohol addiction is a type of addiction that will not only affect you by creating various disorders,but also affects your family.Alcohol is not the only solution to it.

Balonov coudn't resist and hence he consumed the perfume bottle.






Pour in your views?? I am waiting to hear it from you.

One Night Stand on a New year night.....

Monday ->Piyali.
Tuesday->Misbah
Wednesday->Parizad
Thursday ->Marissa
Friday->Isabelle
Saturday->Deepali
Sunday->Tanpreet

Caste no bar.Even he didn't cared for any religion or community.He changed girls like clothes.He slept with different girls everynight.Girls easily fell prey to him.He was a big flirt.He never followed the concept of marriage.He never cared for any one .But there was some one who loved him.She was a pretty looking Indian girl.She only knew the good side of him. He was a rude and ill mannered person.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked him.
"To heaven," he said.

"Am gonna take you to a special place tonight," he added.

It was a brand new year and he took her to a hotel far away from the main city.She left her parents just for him.

He held her tightly on his arms.The world was busy celebrating the new year and they both were stranded alone in a dark room.
He moved closer to her and she moved away from him.Little she knew that she was going to lose her virginity.The innocent girl was grabbed firmly by the rogue.He tickled her.He kissed her alluring cheeks.Soon later ,their lips locked.She gave him everything , her body and soul.He caressed her long hair and kissed her nape.He got what he was looking for.

The next morning .She was lying on the bed with no clothes .He got dressed up.He was about to leave.

"Where are you going?," she asked him with a gentle smile .

"Why leaving me alone?" she asked.

He removed his wallet and throwed 10 hundred currency notes at her face.

"Thanks for the night babe ," he left.

It was a brand new year and she was lying on the bed thinking of the guy who just betrayed her.It was indeed a bad start to a new year....

What will she do now???? Please pour in your views.







(Sorry for this awful post on a new year...)

Achi lagti hai...

Main aur wo takreeban satran (17) saalon se ik dosray ko jantay thay.Hum dono saath palay bharay, saath khailay kooday hameesha saath saath rahaythay. Magar hum dost naheen thay kiun ke wo na to mujhe zaroorat se ziada janti thi na, na main usko zaroorat se kam bas hum ik dosray ko zarooratan jantay thay. Wo sab ki ladli thi or main uski ladli thi. Wo sab se naaz uthwati thi or main usse.., wo sab pe ghussa karti thi or main uspe. Main uske kiye gaye har zulm ka badla usse leleti thi usne khud ko logo se khud ko dor kia to main ne khud ko loogon se aur qareeb karlia. Pata hai kiya? uski maa ko mujh se bohat shikaytain hain jinki bharas wo us pe nikal leti hain, main usse satati jo ho magar wo bhi to mujhe aur statanay lagti hai ye silsila chalta rehta hai. Usse uske abba bohat pasand hain aur pasand to wo mujhe bhi agar wo usse kabhi ghalti se bhi kuch keh detay hain to wo roti hai phir mujhe bhi rona ajata hai aur hum dono khoob rotay hain. Wo mujhe bohat pasand hai halanke woo logon se bohat jhagrti hai par mujhe achi lagti hai. Main uske andar rehti hon, wo mujh ko achi lagti hai..