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Just Like that - 2

Once there lived.. LOVE.. in beautiful valley of green and blue...would see every one.. in neighborhood and would spread smile on every ones face... the best friend of LOVE were HAPPINESS and SORROW.....They were never together with LOVE but they never objected on each others friendship with LOVE....They shared same value in LOVES life...and then there was EGO.... always with grumpy face....never spoke to any one..and to compound it ....he had good friend called ANGER.....who always spoiled and ruined every thing for him....if ANGER fell short of doing job properly then JEALOUSY would fill in for ....but some time things are destined to happen.....
and LOVE made friends with EGO...through ANGER...at first instance EGO liked LOVE... as it made EGO smile ....and LOVE had already fallen for solitude of EGO which LOVE took as EGO's attitude...they kept bumping regularly... soon they started seeing each other and one day they expressed their mutual liking... days went happily.... on the news years eve... they planned to fly to some place with all their neighbors....HAPPY, SORROW, JEALOUSY, HATRED, LUST, GREED, ANGER, and many more...on they way their plane crashed and they had to make emergency landing on....an unidentified island in middle of an ocean...no one to rescue .. soon they finished their resource... started starving... no one to rescue them..helpless... hungry... alone...SORROW at its peak.... ANGER was dominant .. but it was LOVE who would still spread happiness and drive away sorrow...finally LOVE made effort and planned to make a boat.. LOVE had plans to live with EGO for ever... and wanted to keep it as surprise for some other day... and did not tell about venture of making a rescue boat...and request other's to do the same...finally boat was made.. every one knew except the EGO.. but ANGER had done job well..and told EGO about the venture and made EGO suspect LOVE's motive.. in feat of ANGER... EGO decided to stay away from LOVE...on the day when they were about to sail... LOVE asked every body to get in to the boat and went to EGO.... to give surprise and leave together to see the coming days together... EGO refused to board.... LOVE persisted... as it was high tied .. and water was rising....EGO was not moving and JEALOUSY.. couldn't tolerate LOVE's feeling for EGO and persisted the boat to be moved....levels rising .... LOVE and EGO left back... alone...could see the boat sailing away from them... could have made last attempt but... in vain... and water rising...but LOVE could hardly care for it.. what mattered was EGO.. but still EGO refused to hear any thing from LOVE.. in the mean time the water had already taken up the desired level on the Island..... what every one from boat could see after a while ....floating LOVE and EGO.... one more time LOVE died at the hands of EGO... story never change ... it continues.. only faces do....

My work dedicated to.....

Ahmedabad
25/06/2009

Its mid night…. 2.38. AM… tomorrow I am submitting my Thesis report……as part of the document one has to write acknowledgment….. willingly or unwillingly ,.. to acknowledge the people for their wanting or unwanting support.. in shaping or breaking your work….. so I too have had to .. no choice….
But I managed to cut my acknowledgment as short and mention deepest gratitude only to the people I felt… and in last I wanted to thank my brother.. Amir….he is elder to me…..
But then I realized that it was very small thing if I do it with a phara… so I need to write more.. but a page was small for it…. But I did…. In few lines.. I expressed my deepest gratitude to him… no.. for rarest of rare occasion I could be taken seriously…. It goes this way…
A roller coaster....... still going on......... .. many lows.... few ups........one thing that never changed......... who always stood by me.......got me back from..... rock bottom........ made this work....... possible in particular...... when after first semester i collapsed financially............................................... ............................... Dedicated to ............... AMIR....... my elder brother.........

But its just a gratitude. Which reader might forget or probably might even go unnoticed….

But it’s a gesture….

I need to go back few months back.. that’s November 2007.. the year I got into masters program of urban design… I was about to finish my first semester… and in middle of diwali vacation I had to call up my brother.. telling him that I am unable to arrange for the required finance that was through SBI education loan.. don’t trust on bank people.. sponsoring u r education.. its only for the people who already have ample of money and want to evade their taxes.. by asking for loan….
And I had left with.. last few thousands in my account… I had choice to borrow it from few people who would charge me interest or leave the course…

Second option was lucrative as I had read a lot about drop outs making big… but my brother wanted me to be a little above average or an ordinary man… so he stepped in to provide for my fees…and other expenses

With his limited income… I am sure if I would have been in his place I would have wanted him to make big in this world… at expense of his education…

Till date he is paying me for every luxury .. I have been used to live like an uncrowned king… with 5 rupee in pocket I can imagine of eating at best restaurant … that’s feat I have been doing for ages.. and manage to do it .. successfully till that eve....date…

Its last few days… and I have seen him .. paying for my education…luxury….. for all my branded cloths.. for all my expensive perfumes… he never complained of living out in limited resource and working hard to earn more… so he could sustain both of us..
Today the amount has mount to few lakhs… I have just one masters degree…. Of course which Is hardly recognized in world….with recession at its worst.. I don’t know when would I be able to repay my loan…..

If I call it a bet .. then my brother put on wrong one… in case I die… I would be unable to pay .. ( not even 1 rupee as my insurance….) no worth could be earned over my corpse … any way. But I would move out… in need to earn… to repay.. and in case if I survive.. it would be the best bet anyone would have made till date…..

Some day i would pay the money.. i will.. but the gesture which went him in providing me is unquantifiable.... no own would do it for any one...he did... Thanking him would demean it.. so let me leave it.....

Technology improved my options of falling in love....

COMING UP SOON...

Abstract.....

Born in small town Brahmapuri(20 degree, 36minute and 33 seconds north...and 79 degree 51 minute 38 seconds east..thats my sweet home.. locate on Google earth.. where i slept for 15 years out of 25 years i lived there..i love my family for letting me sleep so well.. and for so many years..i guess they anticipated .. that i would be later on spending sleepless nights...how sweet of them.. ).. in Maharashtra.. ..... (of population 5,000 on 14th February 1974.... the auspicious day that i choose to come on this earth... strangely was already celebrated every year for saint valentine( which i learnt when i had past 22 years on this earth...).. and then i thought i was incarnated.......) where power was available for less than drinking water supply time...where television was not available till 1984... what i watched was "amchi mati amchi manase".. that's in marathi .. it means my soil my people ..some crap show about agriculture and irrigation in rural areas,,,.. which i would wait to watch.. with granulated pixel ... my job was to stand near the booster.. and adjust for clarity or... go to terrace and see whether monkey has turned the direction of antenna.. which was often a case.. i never understood out of everything why monkey has to trouble me..till 1990 i did not had privilege of watching semi nude Madonna on mtv.. and internet .. i had never heard of... computers was still object from alien nation... but thanks to
Mr. Bell we had taken first step in advancing social network .. and he invented telephones.. .... but when i was fourteen that's in 1988....i did not had privilege to have one... actually we had only one way to call .. and that was to go to telephone office... bribe half drunk and half slept operator and book trunk call. that's what they called it in those days..

so here is story of young boy .. assume me.. who was was growing to his adolescence .. was looking out to date some one.. in such dark age.. with no technology to support my true heart feeling for every next beautiful or prospective match i came across...... .. till today... i grew with technology ......and would write how my love shaped in those difficult days ...to this easy approachable technology based quick love .. age....

The real ZOOZOO's

Extract expressed in my community Bastards of System... on Orkut....

Hmm.. i guess its good way to start expressing...... let me put it this way.. the ZOOZOO'S
one with beard... one with bright shirts and one with experience of man... and life and what not...and one small value added service recharge... and then nadira zoozoo the funniest one... because of her long boots and cane.. her buddy zoozoo has disappeared leaving lady zoozoo frustrated...
so beard zoo zoo.. own the system... and by sequential pattern likes to dominate.. no matter who is right or who is wrong.. because his rule evolves with every situation.. so one cannot predict or plan strategy..... where as bright color zoozoo always plans to watch IPL.... and man zoozoo is left with responsibility of taking care of all little zoozoos.. the Innocent one... but the company of value added zoozoo is also there na...
so came the D- day... and then comes a surprise... all little zoozoos are categorically tagged....
the last few are separated from their group and then com ... Naraz sawera hai .. har aur andehra hai.. kaoi kiran to aye kahi se.. aye aye.... a nail biting finish.. but the zoozoos cant show there anger.. frustration. what hold them back is... the mask they are wearing... but i appeal to all five zoozoos.. the most experienced one... read the face.. even in mask zoozoos are communicating a lot..... its not to sale value added service but to look beyond what could last 30 days mean.. to all little zoozoo... which can be multipled into 12 times for sake of elder zoozoos.......

And Newton Commits Suscide......

Here is the reason.


Once, Newton came to India and watched a few movies suggested as conspiracy by his well wishers that had his head spinning. He was convinced that all his logic and laws in physics were just a huge pile of junk and apologized for everything he had done.

Now all this could be credited to few great celebrities...


In the movie of Rajanikanth, Newton was confused to such an extent that
he went paranoid. Here are a few scenes


1) Rajanikanth has a Brain Tumor which, according to the doctors
can't be cured and his death is imminent. In one of the fights, our
great
Rajanikanth is shot in the head. To everybody's surprise, the bullet
passes
through his ears taking away the tumor along with it and he is cured!
Long
Live Rajanikanth!


2) In another movie, Rajanikanth is confronted with 3 gangsters.
Rajanikanth has a gun but unfortunately only one bullet and a knife.
Guess, what he does? He throws the knife at the middle gangster? &
shoots
the bullet towards the knife. The knife cuts the bullet into 2 pieces,
which kills both the gangsters on each side of the middle gangster & the
knife kills the middle one.

3) Rajanikanth is chased by a gangster.. Rajanikanth has a revolver
but no bullets in it. Guess what he does. Nah? Not even in your remotest
imaginations.

He waits for the gangster to shoot. As soon as the gangster shoots,
Rajanikanth opens the bullet compartment of his revolver and catches
the bullet. Then, he closes the bullet compartment and fires his g
un.....Bang...the gangster dies...


This was too much for our Newton to take! He was completely shaken and
decided to go back. But he happened to see another movie for one last
time, and thought that at least one movie would follow his theory of physics.

This time whole movie goes fine and Newton is happy that all in the world hasn't
changed. Oops, not so fast!

The 'climax' finally arrives.
Rajanikanth gets to know that the villain is on the other side of a
very high wall. So high that Rajanikanth can't jump even if he tries
like one of those superman techniques that our heroes normally use.
Rajanikanth has to desperately kill the villain because it's the climax.
( Newton dada is smiling since it is virtually impossible?)


Rajanikanth suddenly pulls two guns from his pockets. He throws one gun
in the air and when the gun has reached above the height of the wall, he
uses the second gun and shoots at the trigger of the first gun in air.The
first gun fires off and the villain is dead.

And ....... speechless.. surprised.... ....Newton sublimes....Commits Suicide!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just Like That - 1

Ahmedabad... 29th April 2009


Does it happen at first sight... probably it happens only when you realize...you realize to feel some one around.. still not around ..but still be felt.. you have been with many people in past.. would be with some one.. but u don't feel to be with them.. you just make to be with them.. not for companionship but for sake of not being alone.. they are just puppet .. whom you pick out of your box when you need them... and dump when you don't .. the search for your dream is still on.... yes and life gives you opportunity to meet them.. at first sight you don't realize... its like a addiction..grows slowly...... let it grow....and you realize... when you are alone but still not alone.. when you are with some one dating but your eyes still searching for her...you are happy.. you see her and you just hate the word blink... you see her and you hate the word.... work.... you dont mind tusnami...because anything cant be better then the moment.... and its love.. love always keep growing.... slowly.... as it does not happen at first sight... if its happening go ahead... you shy to express it... but you need to tell... you need to express it... know your love.. you need to tell her not to own her .. but to make her feel, you deserve her... to convince her .. to ask her to live with you forever.. to sleep with you .. for ever... to make her feel she is the only one.. the one you wanna.. go to bed and wake up with.. if you do so.. you deserve to be happy .... if you don't do.. you would be one a stray.... a escapist... a wanderer.... life never gives the opportunity again .. it might not happen again.... choose to be happy .. it is end to search.. but start to happiness..
last thing love would shape in is trust.... don't let her go.... if you do .. do not blame Him for your unhappiness... He has given everyone a chance... but also options ... to choose from.. also options to loose.... He is not at fault... you are... world can be better place to live... live it... even u don't get one... u are happy to make some one feel u need them.. and that u would be dead man walking with out them....

RajaniKant's new movie 'ROBOT'

Story of RajaniKant's new movie 'ROBOT'

Movies like these come only once in a lifetime!!! ;-) enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

The Best movie of the millennium

Rajni's dad was killed by the villain, and his mother needs an operation! So he sells his land for his mother ! Inorder to take revenge, Rajni has to go to America to kill the villain, but he has no money, no passport and no visa! So he decides one thing and comes to Chennai !


In Chennai, Rajni jumps on top of LIC Building , gets blessings from Goddess Amma Maheswari, and jumps from the top floor!!!

But our Rajni stays in air itself in same position! After 12 hrs, the earth rotates and since he is still in the same position, he jumps and lands in America ! He kills the villain and returns to Chennai the same way!!!!

Yenna Rascalaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mind itttt!!!!!!!



Detailed Script to be continued....... by me....hahahhahaha... Imaging Rajani while hw is in air.. and earth rotates.... slowly .. passing through various countries... and this is galmourised by roamntic song.. in clouds.... a r rahman score... dance by prabhu deva.... ahahhahaha....
Yenna Rascalaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mind itttt!!!!!!!

Next oscar... winner... clean sweep...

......and then success is the sweetest thing on this earth to taste.....

I don't know what i am writing but i want to write so i would write...
if u see the sky its not sky..its limit of u r visual perception.. it could be some thing more to it ... beyond it.... if u see flood its not flood but its excess of something,,,, its like when u cry ., its like when u want to beat .. some one.. for no reason... its like u want to love some one.. without reason.... when its drought.. its not lack of rain but its like u don't want to cry.. u want to let loose.... u don't care what would happen to any one around.. because u are hurt... or u are tired of making people happy.... so why we blame nature when we behave in same patterns.. for same reasons.... but would u find a ideal situation where it doesn't flood.. were u start seeing everything .. beyond u r perception that too effortlessly .. will there be no droughts.....
but if an ideal situation arises..then we would live with same set of people.. we would not value sky.. we would not venture to see beyond.. we would not wish for more... its not human who is to be blamed.... but its nature who structures u ..... its no choice given where u are born but definitely you can choose where .. how .. and as whom to die.... you leave u r home not because u want to.. but its most of the time because its the only choice..look at the birds on the tree next to u .... look in their nest...u would get u r answer.... u are not destined to live and die as ordinary man.... its takes one person to change the rule... it take s one person to break the rule ..,but it takes so many in secured people to make the rules... u need to be happy to be at one place.. you need to be coward to live what is given to you .. you need to be lazy to not break to search what is that you are meant for.. will you let other people to choose for u .. u r food.. ur clothes.. u r society .. ur friends...
u r wife .. or u want to make choice..... u accept everything u are trust upon not because u don't wanna choose but its because u r scared of making wrong choices.. u are scared of humiliation..of making wrong.... u are scared of taking responsibility.... of u r failures...of the criticism.. of worthless people around u .. who never attempted to make a cup of tea for them self.. or filled a glass of water for themselves....
but if u r not humiliated .. or u r not scared or u r not beaten up... u have not lost love.. u have not been cheated.... or u r not been appreciated means u have not done anything in u r life to shape u r destiny.. u are what some one wants u to be.. and not what u want to be... but the day u wake up from deep slumber.. to realize what i have mentioned...then it will shake u ... it will make u feel small... it will make u realize all the facts u wanted to know... its never late... its all of deciding of starting an unknown journey...who knows where are u going.. even river change its course.. even earth plates struggle to break for their independence... its common phenomenon... even earth mass broke from sun.. why not we...why u refuse to break.. or its unawareness....or just unwillingness.. or are u scared... earth took so many years to shape its self fit for human life.. but then we are the proof...freedom to live .. freedom to choose... and go to bed happy is rare.. to achieve it.. u need to break... u need to see what u can be.. instead of saying this is what u are.... its difficult.. u will stumble so many times before u can take next step.. but one by one... with all efforts ... patience and pain .. its just to reach free way.. a toll free, free way .. and baby world its u r.... and then success is the sweetest thing on this earth to taste.....

That's all for now.. it u like its ok..if u don't like.. baby read it again....u need to understand and post comment....

Its all about boolean....

Its all recorded in human brains.. some good some bad.. some very good few worst ...
and we live every day.. to recall every little incidence that have been cause of your happiness.... no its rare.. nothing changes.. only changes is faces of people whom u get associated.. characters remain same.. u end up feeling same thing.. nothing new.. escalated with happiness some time .. over joyed.. and some times in to deep shit...
You keep running from things in u r life.. . and it keeps chasing for life..and u end up comfortably landing in to the things that u wanted to avoid.. and u feel the same.. its wrong to be honest... its crime to be brutally honest... u might end up getting every thing u wanted right or wrong in life but through out you missing on what u truly deserved..where to narrow on what to narrow.. will remain a mystery.. and then u realize that its all about making choices.. good bad.. right wrong ... yes no.. life is all about Boolean.. one step closer miles away.....

But you need to move.. not to regret. but to move... regret will only consume u ....

The Urban Experience

Urban Experience... As part of Partial Submission for Theory of Design Semester III Urban Design Course....

Ahmedabad... 19th September 20008

My tryst with Mumbai lasted for 3 years cumulatively. During this I stayed and worked in different parts of city. I always liked Mumbai not because of its crowd but because no body matters to any body. It’s the city of achievement, Place to get recognized, Place of Opportunity.

Not every one succeeds but majority of people are found chasing their dreams and live with hope till end. It’s never to give up attitude of the people in the city that makes it a place to live. It’s rightly said ‘in Mumbai you may not sleep empty stomach but to find a place to sleep is …..Difficult’..

But in spite of being aware of this fact thousands of people keep coming to Mumbai.. And what brings to Mumbai with them is diversity.

The best place to experience this diversity is Colaba, South of Mumbai. It is one of the liveliest desired places to be in Mumbai. This place stays alive through out the day. I stayed at Colaba for two years and I religiously strolled through this place every day. The day in Colaba would start by thousands of people pouring in from entire Mumbai for work, shop, study and entertain. The stretch which I would like to talk about is from Regal Cinema till Theo brome Café and then toward Gate Way Promenade end, starting from Radio Club to Gate Way of India and then back to Regal Cinema Square.

5.30 Am to 11.00 AM

This Place wears different character in different parts of the day. The Day stars with domestic workers, shop workers, Vendors and office going people arriving at Colaba few via Church Gate and Few in Cabs and Few in their Swanky cars and branded clothes. Even though they are from different walks of life they have one thing in common that’s ‘hurry’ on their faces. Every on is in maddening rush, to reach their destination. And they do it all five days, few unfortunate one does it six times a day.

11.00 AM to 7.00 PM

This is the time to shops on Colaba Cause way to open up for business. They hardly see customer till 12.00 PM but by this time we have informal shopping opening up under the promenade in front of the branded show rooms. It is the best place to buy in fashion clothes, jewellery’s, sunglasses, magazines and every thing on this earth. It is famously said you ask for moon and Mumbaikar would have it to sell it to you. And this can be aptly said for the Kerelaite who storm this street. Every one who’s, who of Mumbai has bought some thing or the other from this place. This place is majorly crowded by foreigners by this time and college students.

What you can not miss is the beautiful girls, all fashion statement on street in one go, and fragrances of expensive colognes and perfumes mixed with stinging sweating bodies. You need not be fortunate to walk/ shop/ eat with celebrity on this street.

In between these hours of shopping and roaming activity of foreigners, the lunch break of office people adds on more layers to it. By this time this office goers are pretty relaxed as either they have punched their entry or have signed their musters and don’t have desire to rush back.

And again by 5.00 PM till late 8.30 PM its maddening crowd on both ways. People retuning to their places rushing towards Church Gate station and others coming in huge numbers to spent their evening at Gateway Promenade, Few to shop, few to enjoy the place, few to theatre, few to eat( as it has got the finest places to eat, drink and party) and few for flesh and drug trading.

8.30 PM Till Late Night

This is the time when the shoppers are in rush to grab things and rush for movie or to eat. But the different shades of this place can be observed with all type of illegal activity happening in front of naked eyes, where you are witness to it but you fail even to have air of it. In middle of the entire maddening crowd you have pimps, drug peddlers, prostitutes, pick pocketer’s, criminals and people making fake passports for foreign tourist. This entire people are part of crowd. The best places to locate them is in Café Mondegar and Café Leopold, few gangsters would be at Bade Miyan, best eatery joint behind Taj Hotel. What surprises you is where do the flesh trading happens, where do the drug peddler sale drugs. To your surprise they are around you, near you, one lane away. You enter the narrow lanes of famous hotels on to Merry Weather Street and you end up in Brothels. You take a turn for Taj Hotel and you have drug peddlers to sale you your choice. And when this all is happening you want to know where the police would be. And there they are bang opposite the Café Leopold. You can not miss them, they are also part of crowd but they have brilliant ignorant eyes to over look these activities.

And looking for time you realise its 11.00 PM time to go back to sleep, but place is still young and seems to have just started, struggling in your mind whether to go back or to hang on for more you would be stoped by fancy car, wind shield moving down asking you ” Way to Poly Easter”, ” Way to Insomnia”, ” Way to Red light” or ”Way to Bade Miya or Ayub’s”, This are the most visited places in Colaba. And If you thing only this are the people forming the place here after , then you are wrong as Taj Hotel is hosting a celebrity party, where who is who of Mumbai is invited, Inidgo is hosing party of Bollywood Celebrity, and Radio Club has to host rich and elite of Mumbai. What you can not ignore to see and feel empathy is the migrants with their small hungry kids sleeping in promenade, whose food and donated money to them is take away by their drug addict father, a differently abled asking for alms, taxi walas waiting last show of regal to end, few waiting for Discothèque to close for the day.

At 2.00 AM as police intertwine all the pubs would be closed, party’s would end, and all the celebrities would come down at Promenade looking at the roaring or calm sea, sipping the 3 rupee cahi from the vendor selling on promenade, buying ‘butta’ from street, their grim faces which were almost happiest on earth, a while ago, speaking volumes out their heart, and finally police evacuating the promenade till late 4.00 AM in the morning. The taxi starts speeding up against the calm night, back to their business charging people back home.

And if you think city have slept, then its time for flesh trading victims to return to their homes by the first train of morning. That’s 4.30 AM in the morning. And then again it’s the same routine as day has al eady begun in the sky, WHEN HAS THIS PLACE (COLABA) SLEPT THEN?

Being a witness to all these episodes of Colaba, its an true urban experience to have afresh in mind in the city that never sleeps.

Over The Cup Of Coffee........

I did not believe in love.... i need not believe in love...

who made it to happen .. and why did anyone let it happen....

its not usual what has happened but would some one tell me .. who wanted this.... to happen....

we did meet to be happy for a while or to be unhappy for ever....

the happiness is not what i get always.. so then why it has to be so short to happen.....

will i remember u, when u go....but then will i forget you....

and if i have to forget you then why did i happen to meet you...

i thanked God for making me happy for a while.... but he intended me to taste the happyines to lament forever...

no i am not worried to live in pain..... it has always been there... i just ask him then why did the happiness had to happen....to realize the pain....

Let me be mean ... let me stop the clock..... but then will i value happyness that is so good to have...for what ever little while....

or wish God to take me away with him unnoticed unlamented.. so i could be happy to see u from the sky ....

and should i wish u to make some one happy or u to be mine...

if God want me to believe in love then He has to see some one happy... but when ever u see in the sky .. u would see me... if u roll a drop from u r eyes.. don't wipe .... it would be me ... to kiss u ... to feel u .. to hug u ...to feel u ..... don't wipe it.. it would be me.. enveloping u in thinnest and slightest way...let me feel... till i vanish for some one to be happy...

Finally i raise my eyes and ask Him.. then way cant i touch her feel her when i love her...

He says your are not destined to be happy... after all every one cannot be happy.....

so if it was not destined to happen then why did that happen.................

The Historical Black Day.....

30th June...
New Delhi....
This is last day of my stay at Delhi.... Nice place.. with excess of beautiful girls.. i was almost confused for last one month.. where to look.. whom to look... was saved so many times getting run off by speeding cars......which i wish would have... before waking up this morning...

This morning I started flipping through news paper.. what made me sad was an article published on bottom of front page in one of the leading news paper...It goes like these....
Maintenance for Live in Partner
New Delhi: A woman in a live-in relation ship should be entitled to maintenance if she is deserted by her man ,the national commission for Women has said . In far reaching recommendation to the ministry of women and child development, the commission has sought a change in the definition of "Wife"- as described in Section 125 CrPC, which deals with the maintenance- and suggested that it include women involved in a live-in relationships.
NCW also sought another significant amendment to Section 125,saying that said adultery should no longer be a ground for denying maintenance to a woman.

Now let me read between the lines :

Maintenance for Live in Partner ( with picture of two love birds standing on broken heart..i hope it was not meant for any sadistic pleasure)
It was the first news i read and soon got unsettled... ... reading ahead....
NewDelhi: A woman in a live-in relation ship should be entitled to maintenance if she is deserted by her man( no mention of what happens if she dumps her man) ,the national commission for Women has said( i wish there was some commission for Men too). In far reaching recommendation to the ministry of women and child development, the commission has sought a change in the definition of "Wife"( i hope they have not changed definition of husband.... any way even if it happens ..it would be more meaningful then present one....now all selfish people in love need to check whether girl friend is exempted from definition of wife or next time you express your love to female and get informed by law that she is your legal wife..... i hope its still an independent term), - as described in Section 125 CrPC, which deals with the maintenance- and suggested that it include women involved in a live-in relationships.
And now ... Married men please be aware....
NCW also sought another significant amendment to Section 125,saying that said adultery should no longer be a ground for denying maintenance to a woman. ( now see what would happen..man has live in relation ship.. female proves... becomes his law full wife... now man want to separate and walks over her or in other case she dumps him.. in both condition she gets maintenance, and even she plans to have multiple relation ship ( i.e., adultery... literal meaning infidelity, disloyalty, betrayal... she can still walk away with maintenance........... so she earns, if employed.. is paid maintenance by ex-boyfriend/ ex-husband... and is supported by current relationship.. why do some relation ship need so much of maintenance...)

Article also says few more para.. but of no use... its just repetition... but the real issue i see here is my belief in idea of live in relation ship under serious threat.... if i start living with some female.. she would be bigger threat then legally wedded wife....tomorrow she walks over me for some one and i have to pay for their romance...
But think about the apathy of man presently having live in relation ship with a prostitute.... and think about all the concept of keep... and now some seriously thinking... about Vikarm Bhaat if taken to law....will have to maintain his divorced wife, maintain Sushmita sen.. and now also Amisha Patel... .... imagine if aishwarya rai was not wedded to Abhisek bachaan.. so there would have been.. Mark Robinsoon, Salman Khan, Vivek Oberoi and Abhishek Bachhan to maintain her... Jesus... Such an Expensive Affair.. .........

So finally a black day of Live In relationships has arrived.. need for some other concept... i guess contract marriage.... I hope National Commission for Women have yet not thought about it...
Guys time to rush to court.... need to carry current dated stamp paper( hope fully u don't buy one printed by Abdul Karim Telgi) of minimum rupee 100... you never know when u are in love.......
...................................... finally.....liberated females have arrived.....

When Alcohol Is Must.....

24th June, 2008
New Delhi....
Lets go back to my Undergraduate Days.... wow...every body would feel about it.. but me.. oh no... i was almost 25 when i entered architecture.. thanks to my girlfriend who wanted to see me as an architect...she is no more with me ...she turned out to be wiser then i could have expected her to be... ( I was around with, kids 8 years younger to me.... so usually i would feel like uncle to them.. thanks to my physical growth which had stopped at early 21 and i managed all five years looking young among kids...except the age jokes i never felt as old as i was.... ) So i was in my third year(2003)... and had shifted to Ramtek ( college is at out skirts of this small town near Nagpur.. in Maharastra.. ) .... any body qualifying for graduation from this place requires either to be sinful in early age, past life or is destined to be one, i assure u ...even if u fail there after to visit any holy place in your life time .. any sinful act of u r's is u r lawful right...

So back to story...
I had few friend's whom still i cherish, and am still friends with them,. all were my class mates.. I would introduce four of them in this article and few more in near future...
We had our final exams.... thats sixth semester... and my two good friends..
meet... Avinash, a brilliant architect and Kirti, an all rounder( i u feel to be robbed by u r self then please take him as company to get drunk).... and Me, Karim...all three had this glorious time of celebrating end of every subject exam by getting drunk, it was almost a rule. But as our resources were limited, we would kill our thirst by obeying our limited budget.. but we never let down vijay mallaya by not celebrating the grand occasion. But as good time comes to an end.. every one was running short of money.. and a fear of disturbing our digestive system was frustrating.. and finally it happened..and all three of us did not had any money... no money means no money.. even beggars in Ramtek were richer then us by their standards...
We had still one more occasion to celebrate before we go home.. after our last exam,we three looked dejectedly at each other and left to our respective places ( they both stayed on campus hostel.. and me a day scholar )... same day.. at 3 PM in the summer of May month.. there was a thunder storm on my door as some body was in great rush to barge ...i was sleeping and so i did not wanted even Rakhi Sawant to disturb me... so job was left to my room mate, Nitin, he opens the door and soon i am woken up by Kirti and Avinash.... Avinash" abey kya soo raha hai bey... chal daru pete hai.." i was happily shocked to hear that...but then collecting back my senses... i asked him" abey paise kidhar se aye..." Kirti and Avinash looked at each other as they have won wimblolden mens double. and both together" who hume hostel ke teen gadhe (Mattress) bech diye"... Me... "kya.. kiske.. kisko... ( i hope ekta kapoor , karan johar or rakesh roshan do not open my blog)....Avinash"abey mishra ka, kranti ka or pratimesh ka.. "( exept mishra other two are my batch mates and mishra the 'coolest' dude of my batch , also my class mate, deserves a complete dedicated chapter, exclusively to his character, an unique one .. thanks Kunal for saving me from mishra....Kunal, a very good friend of mine, my roomie in hostel and right now i am posting this article from his place)... instead of thinking were all three would sleep , i shamelessly inquired the amount collected..it was mere 150/- .... i told them i don't have any remains of money and which we needed more .. i was actually calculating the amount we need to buy alcohol, snacks and cold drink... 150/- impossible.... suddenly a notion of calling out for some heavenly help went across my mind.. trust me there was One... i saw Nitin going out... so i asked him "kaha ja rahah hai.." Nitin " soap karidne...".. i instantly wanted to believe in presence of heavenly help... " kitne ka kahridhga" i asked.. " 20 rupees ka... " he replied... i jumped out of my bed.. ran to my bag.. took out a soap and handing over to him i said" de 20 rupees.." my partners in crime could sign relief as our grand total had swelled by 20 valuable rupees ...i thanked Nitin for his humanitarian concern and for his timely help.. as the soap was not his brand but he would tolerate it for being a friend in need....
We 3 came out... discussing how we could wisely spend the money...finally we figured out... 2 bottles of cheapest alcohol.. no not desi... no cold drinks.... and then there was main issue about snacks...
so we went to near by grocery shop and bought snacks worth 20 rupees.... and as i was about to pay him i instinctly obliged him for making payment latter... and by this time i guess many more heavenly powers have taken up my request, he agreed... so here we are .... 3 good friends with 170/- rupees and Yamaha full with petrol ... and snack worth rupees 20/-.......

We bought Imperial blue ... 55/- per nip and we bought 3 ,managed to save 5 rupees.... next question was were would we party..only near by dhabas( small eatery joints on the outskirts ) are suitable.. so we started to look for the closest on..thats " kargil" few kilometers away....on highway... stretching ourselves on delicate Yamaha.. in scorching sun of May...
When we reached dhaba.. we settled down and asked for the cold water .. that's only what would have come for free....... but here we ran out of luck ... what we were offered was tank full of water in open ground, left with no choice we agreed... this outdoor tanks are usually used for bathing and sanitation ....... in no case water was potable.... so our party started..over three bottles of alcohol....three glasses... little snacks.... and hot water... with suspended particles...

The party went on till we finished all three... bottles... we discussed lot over glass of hot alcohol.. i can hardly recollect any thing... but all three of us still remember our drinking passion....had vijay mallaya been informed....we could have won bravery award .. for dealing meticulously with our difficult times....Mishra still complains over his mattress funding our religious act of getting drunk... Mishra ... thanks.... Avinash still likes to recall and laugh over it... Kirti do remember it..... for me it is now to share with everybody who comes across it...

The 3 Mistkes of My life... by Chetan Bhagat...

New Delhi, 22nd June 2008.....

Recently i completed new read.. by Chetan Bagat....author of Five Point Some One and One Night At Call Center... Firstly i could read original copy as its available for 95 Rs in stores and if u are authentic miser but still want to own copy for self. then u can bargain it for 75 Rs.. thats lowest.. till date..
I have read all three.. but buy my words.. Five Point... is still the best by Chetan.. I hope he returns to the old flavor soon....
The 3 Mistake is story not about chetan but about 3 friends and revolves around in Ahmedabad....
Since i am presently located in Ahmedabad and had been to all the places mentioned in the read... it was quite relative for me..but any body out of ahmedabad ...its not going to be all that fun...As author fails to explain the 'pols of Ahmedabad" and little details which could have served better purpose...
Any way .. story is all about friend ship, riots, betrayal, Modi Politics and earthquake..
The missing part pf the narrative by Chetan Bhagat is, his signature style of sarcasm... its not appealing.. any way nice read for pastime but not to keep for.....
The best part of the read is when the character of story criticize the life style in pols of Ahmedabad.. how hard you try to make few senior citizens of Ahmedabad understand... but they won't buy your opinion that life in pol is not worth living.. Old city of Ahmedabad need to be redeveloped.... i hope they buy this book or go to pol and stay there of few days ..till they are blessed by their consciousness...........
If you buy this read and t like i .. please it to few Armageddon's of pol... who live in luxurious apartments of new city and travel by car.. adding to fiscal deficit of nation.. may good faith prevail to their soul...