The Puncture Tyre - Programme Called - Enrapture

Dear Freinds,

Let me first update you on what Enrapture is all about :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjLgH1ssC-0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElBxwLwFA6w&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvGkiXDlVh8&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaLasfyN7g8&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_mFmpxJzvY&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5ba3mGiDek&feature=related

- This shall give you a lot of update so as to what we mean when we - With a lot of pride say - Enrapture (at the Institution I work)...

Just taking - another minute of your let me also tell you - That Enrapture - was started by me - in 2009 at ECIMT (Event happened on 7th 8th and 9th April 2009), and that that was the first major - Inter city - competition ever organized by my Institution. The event constituted of - dances, songs, mimicking, mono-acting, and, various other such events - Students would jump to be a part of - Antakshari / Fashion Show / Choreography / Band Performances and a multitude of such activities.

- But - alas !

- Just one year past all this - suddenly - Enrapture has gone for a toss !

- Who is responsible ?

- Why has this happened ?

- Will it succeed this year ? Or - will it be a dud ? And, ECIMT - itself shall go for a toss !

- What makes enrapture - one of its kind in Allahabad ?

The First Query - Who is responsible ?

• Unfortunately, No even a single person is responsible for anything in our institution, sadly enough because, the first reason I find for this - is - Somewhere - very disturbed family lives !
• Most people have less talks about their own selves - but rather - for every fault happening with them, there is an outside element responsible. (Indications of recklessness in Personal Behaviour).
• A very irrelevant - hiring policy of the College - wherein - Any bragger - making all false precincts is hired by the Management. (There are no background checks).
• All adhoc 'Key Post Holders' - making it - like a Make-Shift - tavern organization, where everything happens - by the night in a spit.
• The Director and His Crew - Another Set of - Very Theoretical Leaders - trying to teach you Computers - through - 'Irrelevant Topic Discussions' like that of Philosophy and Religion & Other Basic Knowledge Stuff.
• And, to top it all - "A Staff Academic Advisor" - who would - Advice all in terms of Toilets, Bathrooms, Common-Rooms and Hardwares - only not touching the Topic of Education - The Backbone of Any Institution.
• Even myself - I feel like a locked - Joker - amidst all this - Mockery of - Professional Education - where every single jerk of the Bygone Educational Material - is trying to - Re-Justify the force of gravity in his/her favour.

All in all what I can say - is that - What has happened to the Institute, has happened to Enrapture. Some shrewd - donkeys making a mockery of themselves, and, in large of The Game Called Technical Education.

I would hence, request all future - well wishers of Enrapture....... That Enrapture for this year 2010 has finally been enrapped & trashed & terminated.

Some things are better done at a better time. I personally owe this sacking now.

Very Dejected - At This Irresponsible Behaviour - of People I thought - To Be Good People.

ECIMT is drowning.

The Absence - The Cause - The Redressal

Dear Freinds,
Today I wish to let you know - how n What happened in My life - these last two days..... I couldn't - do my most Beloved Job of blogging .... !
I was in a - Misfire of Speculations - Speculations - that when have "No Base" ofteb go - beserk and very dangerous.
A riot of - Questions - every body asking eevrybody else - and Nobody - having any answer to them -
Like College ki profile UPTU website par shayad nahi hai kya ??
Dekho kya hota hai Counselling ke baad - Bacche milengey na ?
Suno ! Sare pamphlet to bat gaye honge naa ? Jo bache honge - woh bache - Honge ya - Phat - gaye Honge Na ?
And - To top them, - A Guest-House - keeper - Who went on - To being - The Rajnikant - at - One of the Counselling Centres !!! How I'll let you know !!

These days of UPTU counselling can be termed as - Days of some Realistic Horror Show - getting relayed for all the staff and teachers of any such Institutions - wherein - The Ghost or The Churail - rather come alive - to bite them out of their Pockets, Dockets and Preferably also Their Wallets.
- Pockets - Because - Their pockets these days instead of carrying the ususal stuff - such as Pan / Gutkha / Cigarrette Packs / even / C...d...m Packs - now starts to Carry - Pens , Pamphlets , Telephone Number Diaries / A Few other docs such as - Their College - phone number, website, (for some even their - Names) --- and Then a few more Packets of C...d...m - to meet the sudden - Rise in demand of their - Such Highly - Proactive Bodies and Brains - that otherwise remain - dul - for the sight of only a few of those - Rugged and Painted faces they can't avoid to look at. But, in any case - the chance to meet such potential - People at these - Stall of UPTU Counselling Days - may be - They can share a few C...d...m with their - New Freinds - they make there. Even a few C..d...ms --- are mint flavored, cinnamon flavored or even guava flavored - Thats for all - The Great People (like me) - who even when Eat - the Guava from - Mirjapur - Proudly announce - ki kya baat hai - Bhai Allahabadi Amrood ki To Barabari Nahi - Hai -- Poorey Bharat-Warsh Mein. some even go to the extent of - Over - writing -
"Kyun Nahi - Barood ki Jagah Amrood Hi Istimaal Kar Lete Hai" --- akhir - Maksad - Dushman Ko Door Bhaga Hi To Hai !!!
(C....d....m - stands for Cardamom ... I'm sure all my Avid lovers - Have carried that fetish of eating a "C....d....m" ...... Once in their Lives atleast) ...... So no Miss-Under-Standing for my Intelligent Readers..... Good I'm Sure You'll Relish - This Punch....
I also couldn't visit Trala Dalal - website to check for the Short-Form of 'Cardamom' ..... but for any Mistake please forgive me ....... And Do enjoy the -- Ultimate Fun and Magic of Carrying a Packet of Freshly packed and Newly Stacked pack of 'Cardmamoms' ...full --for ............................ (u already know)...

My dad is back after his Glory Journey - to the State Capital - Lucknow ...just Now - And our Intestines are --- getting Intermeshed and --- itching for the need of Roti and Sabzi (today actually kebabs) .... So I'll just need to Quit ...
Do forgive for this absence ....
I would just punch in the next one Within an Hour .....
Why not go and grab a C....d....m and enjoy it with - family and freinds ..... !!! :)

See you in a while .....
for all u wonderfuls ----

Love
PM

The Bliss of The UPTU Counselling Work !!

HAR KISI KO NAHIN MILTA YAHAN - PYAAR JINDAGI MEIN ---- if u've heard
THE SUBTITLE - TO THIS BLOG WOULD BE -

"HAR KISI KO NAHIN MILTA YAHAN SHERU - ZINDAGI MAIN"

Dear Freinds,
Todays blog is totally devoted - to One Man - who changed the course of Armies today - I mean all the 'fireworks and pepperoni today' served by some of the Major - MBA offering Colleges of Allahabad city (some from around). Some of the major org.s showing up were:

1. ShambhuNath Institute of Management & Technology
2. United Collegeof Engineerign & Research
3. Our College - Ewing Christian Institute of Management & ........................ (its actually so long, maybe - The Counselling Portal - must have missed it)!
4. SP Memorial Institute of Technology
5. IIBM - The CAT College (definitely not the DOG College)
6. Then there were these list of "S" institutes like the "K-Serials" of Ekta Kapoor -
7. ............. Like Sanskriti / Shivalik / SRM / Saraswati / Seth Vishambhar Nath and so on & so forth .....

The day started when our highly effective team of five people - suddenly packed all stuff and left for the Counselling Venue, and, it was like - the first five HUmans who left To post their Country's flag on the top of Everest, but only died Without proper medicine & drinking water.

The glitzy - Honda City stopped in a "Virtual Market" of Private Educational Orgs, everyone like a team-member of the Next - Mountain Hiking Club all geared uo with their set of Back-Packs - Not the usual oxygen cylinders and medicine kits - But - Hoards of Banners / Posters / Hand-Bills / Diaries/ Calenders / Newspapers / Then There were These - Various Sized and Varied Colored - banners. Copy-Cating a few American Colleges - A few outside of Allahabad Colleges - jumped the top ..

HOW ???

1. In sweltering heat of 38 degree temperature - There were these smart looking 'Newly Recruited Faculties (We often call the Bali Ka Bakra stuff)' - but today - Was like all the Bakra's at the Same - Lounge.
2. One College - duped the Local Contractor cum Event Management group - when they to the sheer amazement - of others declared - 'Hum Teri Stall Ke Mohtaaaz Nahi' ----- Kyunki Hamarey Paas - Hamaari - Yellow Color Ki Bus Hai !!!! ho sakta hai tere paas - Tables ho, Chairs ho, Paani Pilaney Wale Ladke Ho, Ek Toota Hua Pedestal Fan Ho, ya ek aisa - Electrician - jisko Light ka koi kaam nahi ata ho (In Truth - Most Pandals - were Electrified - as there was some major Earthing problem at the Venue) ..... but these Colleges said - with Pride - ki hamare Paas Hamari --- Yellow Color Ki Bus Hai !
3. Then there was this College - which I feel is dying to Go - bankrupt - anytime inbetween this Year, and maybe - isiliye usne - Saari faculties ko bhi hata diya hai, But no here it was - A Leader At Educational Innovation - distributing INR 5/- wale - Cello Pens to almost anyone crossing the gate. The most advantage was taken by - A close by Govt. School of UP Board I suppose - Literally every bot, including chaprasis, male teachers, eletricians and even gardeners of the School - posing as Counslling Candidates - "On an average getting 2 pens - Once while entering and the other While retarding after a five minutes break - from inside " - THAT WAS THE GREATEST REALITY SHOW FOR ME TILL DATE .
4. Lastly - there was this Newly opened Engg. & Tech College on the peripheries of the city, which was the landmark of - Exemplary Team Spirit - every single person, wearing bright colored clothes, sitting next to each other, was in a pose of - Self Meditation & Yoga. Their silence was so deep, and inner reflections so hard - that whom-so-ever - Wo came in touch with them - was like facing the same Question - Kya Hum ek Doosrey Ko Jantey Hai ?

And, the action was so built-in and strong that I'm sure when they met the first candidate who came for an enquiry to them - Snap Must Have Come The Answer - from one of the 'Nav-Ratans' - Kya Hum ek Doosrey Ko Jantey Hai ?

But in all it was an experience in itself - a sea of Compassion, mixed with individual ambitions and - the feeling of utter Staesmenship ruling the Place.

But Now The Main Punch -

• Every "Mountain Hiker" - when reached the Venue for the first time in the Morning - he was greeted by these 6-7 very small - young boys, from not so well-off families, and were directed - in a direction - 'THAT SIR / MADAM AP WAHAN JAKE - SHERU BHAIYA SE MIL LIJIYE' - but - what - They were being directed at - or Rather thrown at - was something they barely knew -
• SHERU -

Sheru - Usually - heard towards 'a registered name for a specific species on Earth' was a very different Concept .... and Specially for all the Sheru's - eating - Pedigree and Lots of Milk and Bread - but eventually turning out to be - 'More Leru's Than Being Sheru's. THIS WAS A MAJOR CHANGE - MEETING EVERYONE'S EYES.

AS YOU WOULD HEAD ON THE LEADS BY THESE BOYS TO MEET MR.SHERU - THIS IS WHAT SHALL HAPPEN

Lets consider the most WISE - puncture tyre of our Counselling Interaction Team, all geared up to tell the World what - real Education is all About. Those realms of Geography, mixed with Atmicities of Chemistry, this example of self-destruction goes ahed and Collides against a PolyMorphic Element of the Planet Moon - Sheru ! ! !

Sheru - Was a man - of around 6 feet or more height, Stronger than all the - Pandals - his set of Committed team-members have put around. Wearing a Pathani Suit - and looking a clone of - Sanjay Dutt (alias Musa Bhai of Luck) is standing infront of you. The first lines without exaggeration were - 'Haan ! Kya Baat Hai / Kya Chahiye ?''Nahi Koi Jagah Nahi Hai''Nahi Kuch Nahi Milega''Nahi Dekh Nahi Paa Rahe Hai Kya'

- Then this - Mega Opening was followed by - Pre-Edited - dialogues of HAMARA SHERU - 'kya canopy lagani - paisa lagega' ------------------ 'kya safai karani hai - paisa lagega' ------------- 'kya pankha chala hai - paisa lagega' ------------------ 'kya kursi par baithna hai - paisa lagega' --------------- 'ghar door tha to paidal kyun nahi aye - --- ab teri is gaadi ko khada karne ka ---- paisa lagega' -------------- 'uthne ka paisa --------- baithne ka paise' -------------- 'chai ka paisa' ---------------- 'dande pa paisa' ------------- jyada bhookh lagi hai --- to andey ka paisa................................ Cycle pe paisa / Motor-Cycle Par Paisa / banner ka alag paisa / pamphlet ka alag paisa / as if the song of 'De Dana Dan' --- tu paisa paisa karti hai - kyun paise pe tu marti hai - became a reality and got redubbed to - Tu paisa to baccho se dharti hai - Hum Counselling - mein tujhko charti hai ...

Oho !!! A Big Economic Ruckus !! Alas !

- MANO ALL OUR - HIKING PRO'S WHO AFTER THIS LEAD TO MEET SHERU - MET . MT. EVEREST HIMSELF - AND THEN SAID - Ki ab mujhe us Softy Cone mein - Sheru - Mount Everest Ki Choti - dikhti hai !!!

A WILD GUESS WE CAN'T SAY - BY NEXT YEAR WE HAVE -

• SHERU INSTITUTE OF MANAGEMENT & TECHNOLOGY, (ONLY PRACTICAL TRAINING IN - BAI KA BAGH - AKHARA)
• SHERU INSTITUTE OF PHARMACY (NABZ KI JAANCH HAR CANDIDATE KE LIYE MUFT KEWAL - THODI NABZ BACHI HONI CHAHIYE)
• SHERU INSTITUTE OF ENGINEERING & TECHNOLOGY (IN OUR WORK-SHOP - WE MANUFACTURE, DEVELOP AND EVEN INNOVATE - MOST KINDS OF HUMAN BONES - JAWS - ARE NOT BONES - BECAUSE - MOST FACULTY HERE HAS A NEW ARCHITECTURE) - COLLEGE CODE - XXX
• AND TO TOP IT ALL - SHERU INSTITUTE OF HOSPITALITY MANAGEMENT (WITH THEPUNCH-LINE ----- AB TUMHE HOTEL SE ASPATAL TAK, AUR PHIR ASPATAL SE PATAL TAK KE LIYE TRAIN KARNE WALE - SHEHER KE PEHLE - DDDDDDDD.PHIL....GOLD MEDALIST FROM ZIMBABVE - DR.SHERU KHAN - from The Jungle Book)

- I can't write more - I'm afraid Sheru might even dedicate - me a College - "Sheru Institute of Creative Writing" bas itna khayal rakhna sirji (Chotte bacchey na padhne pave) !!

I FEEL SAD BEING A PART OF SUCH AN ACTIVITY - AND PRAY TO GOD FOR ALL OF THE PEOPLE THERE - MAY GOD SAVE THEM FROM THIS SHERU AND THE FILTH THAT IS ALL AROUND. DEFINITELY - UPTU COUNSELLINGS CAN BE A BETTER EXPERIENCE !!!

And for the end,

Guys I can't write two blogs today - because I'm dog-tired because of this Sheru / Some Insusceptible donkeys who can't Take a decision even on their Cell Phone Issues and Lastly also Because - today - I laughed my Lungs out with a freind in the evening ..... Although I miss the freind very much ....

With Love

PM

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The Day That Ended With Beer

Dear Freinds,
Today was that day, when me and My few loved freinds (Actually after this I'll only use tyres - Remember - Puncture Tyres for freinds !) ........ went to a Bar, in one of the very Paush hotels of the city. Let me say rather - it too - Has earned the Reputation of a Punctured Hotel among all the Hotels that started with it. It has this - speciality of making - Paneer in Schezuan Sauce, and Chicken in Haldi pani, and Mock-Tails that look like Nariyal Pani, and lastly , Desserts - that Literally make you feel - You have come to a desert land in the middle of a Fertile City.
(no pun intended) .... and , all messed up marriages of Unhealthy punctured tyres of Allahabad mostly happen in this great Pandora of - Get-To-Get-Hers.(synonym for get-togethers).
- But alas ! This was that day - We had never ever dreamt in our lives when - Shikari khud yahan shikaar ban gaya.
- In this story there are three tyres - Elder Tyre (the father), Middle Tyre (Me), and the Young Tyre (the father's son).
Location - The Beautiful Puncture Tyre Hotel next to Softy Corner, in Civil Lines.
The Artists - The old guard (at entry - also punctured with white mustachoes)
The Chinese looking waiter (Waiter 1 - Who Would Serve you all China Food)
The Kankani-Maar waiter (Waiter 2 - lil old, and, an expert at Push Marketing)
The Manager (The Sheep of Sacrifice - in the inner circle of bar - sombre fellow)
The Gist - Never go to drink when you've left your VISA CARD in a scan machine to follow up on an e-commerce order from Bangalore actually coming from Hong-Kong, Secondly, never - order Chinky Masala Aloo Fry ever in any hotel (it looks like the Negro brother of MacD's french fries !!!)

The Moral - After drinking people become sober, is a myth. Actually, after drinking our Pockets become sober, and hence - we again become Insober.
---- Ok ! Now The Main Plot .....

'After almost a wait of 2 or so months' - Myself (The Middle Tyre) and The Elder Tyre (The Father) - planned for a trip to Beer Jugs and Vodka. At the palnned time, and the planned venue I reached ten minuted late. But to my utter confusion - The Elder Tyre world known for 'Punctuality and Demure' was missing out of the Chair. So, I took out my cell-phone and rang him up. He in closed smiles said - that I'm on my way - and it should take me another ten minutes.
On recahing the tyre told me - that the bike he drove - had no Petrol, and His miserly Younger Tyre, had done this wretchedness with him. "So then what did you do ?" - Was my question, and he chuckled. He said I made him come here, and made him do the Refilling. (An eye for an eye kind of a concept). And then he narated - the "TATVA" of his karma to me - Ki is tarikey se woh - Aj seekh jayega, ki Gaadi kisi ko dene se pehle - hamesha usme petrol hona chahiye. "I really admired him for this Fore-sight" and then thought Why did God you never gave me sucha father ?
In any case - While we struggled to finish - all that we had ordered and all that was served to us, the 3rd Tyre, the Culprit - appears on the scene.
Having learnt his lesson, a grand reception was out-poured on the Youg Tyre, and the tyre too swelled up with desire.
Now the punch of the story - After another half hour, or so, when our torso's became hard, and we had Posted our flag of Victory on this Mountain of courage and Social Wretchedness - our 2nd Waiter came on the scene and presented the bill.
Oops ! The bill was INR 1050/- only (And we were - Like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible 3 about to jump from the 44th floor - just, unfortunately for us - without His - Dan Uncle's - techno widgetary he Has)(We only had forks and spoons)(And, to top it - Schezuan Sauce).The elder tyre - took out INR 450/- (that was a dud). The middle tyre (myself) - took out Rs.220/- (INR 1x100 INR 2x50 and INR 2x10) - chiller grandpa (that was a bigger dud) Now came the time of the younger Tyre (returning after one Punishment of Bad Planning) ... His time for Revenge had come (the Elder Tyre was now the Bigger Victim of Bad Planning) .... With all the spotlights on Him ... the silence ruled. The waiter waited his chance to glory. Teh guard his. The manager his. The younger tyre took out his card .... after much Consultation , becoz - the poor card had - Only INR 1200/- left in it. The monetory intelligence in me sparked and I made a decision - Let us make the Younger Tyre pay for us. And the card was placed in the leather flapper. We waited like gamblers waiting once the die is cast - becoz the chances were even the card would be rejected. And then that story of Punctured Tyres Hanging on The Shabby Walls of Puctured Hotels (all of us have seen it once atleast - ok in Hollywood movies) ... and our heart-Beats - gained.
All the spirit was out and the Mantra - jaan bache to lakhon paey, Card chale to ghar ko jaen - Began ringing all over. It was 10 minutes. And then, the waiter returned - Thank You Sir ! Ho gaya ! We felt tera to ho Gaya - Hamara - Poora Ho Gaya ! -
And Now The Final Moral of The Story -
As the Elder Tyre narated - the "TATVA" of his karma to me - Ki is tarikey se woh - Aj seekh jayega, ki Gaadi kisi ko dene se pehle - hamesha usme petrol hona chahiye.
The younger tyre Must have envisoned - ki Party kisi ko dene se pehle - hamesha denewaley ki jeb mein paisa hona chahiye.
The Middle Tyre Learnt - ki VISA CARD kisi ko dene se pehle - hamesha usme credit hona chahiye.
And lastly this Humongous legend of Three Tyres who wanted to tecah each other - Sahrp Lessons of Life, ended in a Pot-Pourri ofLessons taught. Like one of my Professors telling me once - Ki Ke Bahar Dekhne Se Amplitude Samajh mein ata hai..... became a living reality today for me.

- All I learnt from today - is never Rush up to a Desert Hotel with Blue lights - to have a beer - Because, behind all shimmering lights lies the - Voluptous Desire of The Devil - to eat you up Roasted.
- I understand all my readers are adults and hence understand that humor is the key in the article - otherwise - alcohol consumption is definitely endagering to health.
Finally all the three tyres parted on their two-wheelers.Butterflies in the stomach. Drowning in the Pond of - Beeeeeeeer ..............

with Love ...... (do leave me comments) ...they would be encouraging ...........
PM

The Comment of The Century !!! Thanks a lot !

Dear Freinds,
Today I've got one Comment from Jazz - on the blog "Samay Ki Behti Dhar Ne Kaat Dala" and it reads - 'Jazz says - Ki I had to read it twice - before I can understand it .... coz the Language was such, and, also, that it was good reading so -Keep writing.'


So Jazz,


Let me firstly tell you the latter part - 'dealing with keep writing' - I have this fear that after me - when I am gone, and, People have divided among themselves whatever little I've left them, When you shall at check your Blog-Freind's site - http://www.empatheticfools.blogspot.com/ - you'll find My smiling face next to that of - Bholu the guard, Shera the Clone..... So I'll keep writing.


Secondly, to the firts part - that it was Tought to read - but having read it twice you could grasp on to it - Let me tell you - At times I have found the Philosophy I so ardently write for others, at one time of my life - Afterwards - I myself wonder so as to who Wrote it. Although - I'm not the - Schezophrenic Karthik - (Synonym for people from Kerala who can't buy a phone all their Lives) neither I'm Rizwan from My Name is Khan (Synonym for Bachelor Leaders from Uttar Pradesh - who after losing onto the First girl they Loved - actually the girl when they saw - got married to in dreams - Went for a honeymoon in dreams - Also - Purchased a House in their dreams with her) but unfortunately couldn't tell that Girl ever - about what they felt because they Read English in Hindi, and That girl the spoilt - Indian Example of Firang-Copycat - learnt all her text in English Literature in English Language ..... so I'm not that one too..... Lastly I'm also not Ishaan of Taare Zameen Par (little guy) who Lives with a half hungary half focussed family in a lower middle class society somewhere - but With his father winning a Jackpot in his Office - is sent to a Hill Boarding School for Rigorous training and development. But lol ! to the amazement of this little chap, one day One of the teachers who had an equally Scrambled up father like Him, enters the class and then - 'Birds of the same feather flock together' or rather 'Kharbooze Ko Dekh ke Kharbooza Rang Badalta Hai - type typical logic' is chased by That scezophrenic teacher, his girlfreind, and eventually the poor guy, goes back to where he came from, beacuse - The Earth is a Riund Place - and also - in India - regionalism has another element to it - That All Pahadi Schools are existing with - most amazing schezophrenics in the world. In any case, for Ishaan, what others learnt late - he learnt early - ''Kardo mera hisaab varna samajh lo hoga garam mera bheja'' Kisi traha bheja maine unko sambha-bujha. Phir ki jaldi aur apna boriya bistar humne turat-furat saheja.Thoda the udaas aur thoda the khush ghar ko jab hm aaye.Socha achha hua chalo LAUT KE BUDDHU GHAR KO AAYE!!! So, dear Jazz, you can't get what joy it has given me - My freind that you have - understood - What I have written. I'm sure someday - even God shall give me the brain to get what I have written. Keep commenting. It was motivating !!
Now for the PHILOSOPHY -
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A GIRL FREIND GETS HURT !! NOT EMOTIONALLY !! NOT PYCHOLOGICALLY !! NOT CONFUSICALLY - (THIS IS THE MIX OF PHYSICALLY AND MOBILE PHONICALLY - LATEST TREND) BUT RATHER - PHYSICALLY ??
I'll tell you first why I am writing this
- I had a gf long time back - about 5 years or so - and she had this habit of getting hit onto everything that came into her way, and every time I met her she was hurt. But her fetish for her bike was so loud - that she would spend all her - pocket money + all my pocket money on getting her bike repaired. we would then sit for hours looking at her Scooty - and dream the day - we would ride it together. But that day never came - because everytime as we approached This Magnificent Climax of Our Dreams - Her Bike got Hit !!!
One day - in her life there was an accident of a loved one - and she narrated the theory of Scooty Distraction to me - She said jisse bhi main Pyaar karti hoon, woh hi mujhe chod ke chala jata hai. Bachpan mein Dadi chali gayi, Baad mein woh Nani chali gayi, phir us freind ke Papa, phir hamara Kutta, phir meri dolls, and I kept on gazing so as to - Ab Kiska Number Aneywala Hai Sambha ??
And, lastly that wretched day came when - I was hit by the Scooty, never to return in her Life. Saare horn band ho gaye. Khair ! Now the moral of the story -
ALL HURT GIRL-FREINDS ARE MEANT TO BLOW HORNS OF THEIR SCOOTY'S TO SIGNIFY BYE-BYE !! WHILE ALL THE HURT BOY-FREINDS ARE SUPPOSED TO BLOW HORN - WHEN THEY ARE GONE AND SUPPORT A BILL ON WOMEN EMPOWERMENT !!!
- Now the meaning -
Whenever she said - I miss you (She meant - I always miss you while driving my Scooty - Bara Chalu Hai)
Whenever she said - I couldn't call u papa was watching (She meant Papa ke jakhm abhi bharey nahin Scooty ke neeche ate ate - Yeh itna bekarar kyun hai - Usse dabne ko ?)
Whenever she said - I love you (She meant Abhi meri is tooti Scooty par itna maal udata hai - Kal mai aur mere Bacche jab dheron Scooty's ko Dauraengey - to iska To khud ka lagta hai Bank hoga !!!):)
All in all, she was never able to hit me with her Scooty, and so We became clear that we are not made for each other.
BUT NOW ABOUT THE HURT GIRL-FREIND - REAL STUFF
Holding her hands when she is hurt is like holding the hands of life when it still is looking ahead into darkness. And, the eyes could tell you the pain - but she would not - utter a single word - Because she loves you and cannot - see you weak in the eye. Her blood when flowing from her body, could make you feel - your heartbeat - slowly losing its pace. And, every drop after that - like another Atom Bomb on the Heart of Hiroshima.
These are times,we look up, and say to God - if you are there, I'm sure - she is going to rise, if not, I'm sure - I was born into darkness. Girlfreinds - the one's you really love - are like - the pigeons of peace - Which till the time are with you - You feel like - That last sailor on Ship - Who has now seen the harbour. But, without them, you are like the One - before that Last one, who says - I too wanted to see the Harbour !!
For all of you - who have ever loved, or plan to do so in near future - Remember - The Color of Blood is Red
Not hate but I'll love you Instead
You are the real balance of my head
I've done - atmost - that could be said..
Now,
Its you - Its me - and its Led ....
We'll live not alone by bread ....
My Love - Now let us Tred ...
-the journey of life ....... will you be my Wife ???
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This is one of the very difficult blogs for me to write - because someone I love got hurt today. I could still feel the pain inside me. I pray to God - she recovers. Soon.
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TC

regards,

PM

Commonwealth Rail Ka Sajiv Kar Dene Wala Adbhut Nazara

Dear Freinds,

When I and 4 - More punctured Tyres went to see the CommonWeath Rail, we were moved to tears - not for the emotional appeal or grandeur or anything that wud tease ur mind, but for the lenght of the Queue that was - infront of us. Aisa lag raha tha...mano saara Allahabad - sangam Jaane ke bajaye - Station aa gaya ho. Jolly ice-cream - ke "Sashakt Stall" hamara wahan betabi se intezaar kar rahe they. For the first time in my Life - I saw - what Women in "Uniform" actually "Police Uniform" can have an Appeal like.... They were - over-riding Aishwarya for Allahabadis that day.

We gathered enough courage to break the Queue and thor of Acting Sherlock to the Mystery Find ... When one of the Punctured Tyres .... said ki jara wahan Right mein to dekho....

Oops !!! and there were these - Brown Colored "Monsters" from Some Alice epic tale - waiting for their next kill.... Aisa lag raha tha .... Ki Allahabad me Upasthit - samast - Police Vibhaag - jo Bhaag Nahi Sakta - wahan upatstit tha.... All the tyres looked at each other - and Finally Flattenend Out.

Hum majboot sipahi desh ke usi - aadhe kilometer ki lambhi line mein ab shaamil they, Jahaan Jeevan Ki Tamaan - Anubhutiyan - ho rahi thi.

Almost after a wait of 2 hours we reached, the platform No.1 today, which was otherwise crowded - for unending - tired - lying passengers, spilling pickle and water all over the place, so That - themedical dept. can't lose on the revenue - from Slipping Oldies - breaking femur bones. But today, it was clean, almost - dead silent. There were no kids, no coolis, no chit chat, no taxi walas. One of the tyres said ki - yaar ! left ko dekho - and when we did - we Say - those same, Brown Coloured Monsters - this time, flattening the newly built steel benches infront of the tea stall, ans this time - a couple of them - Sleepy and Soggy - with their "door-beens" we Thot - Oh Shit !! Stain Guns - all pointing towards us.

Now, it was like - walking in a marriga eall naked - Because alongwith the shoes - All clothes, chasma and payjama have all been stolen. One of the tyres - almost - Blasted with pressure of being under attack - by such a Notorious Enemy - an enemy that would shoot you without even Knowing what it had done. This moment of National pride - made us remember - Saving Private Ryan, which for us was - Saving Apni G...........d.. I think you must have got it.

Then we moved ahead - the only sigh of relief in all this adventure was - Two Slim and Switch lady Constables moving along the Side ... and we thot - Ki chalo ....Hamari jaan yun hi fazool nahi gayi... Balki - hamara - Amratva - in Do - Nariyon - ki har veer gatha mein hoga .... all the tyres Smiled.

Inbetween, there was also, this dadaji, who twitched our Love for the seniour citizens or denizens of our Nation. but how ?? I would write in some other blog - some day.

Now for the main course - The Rail

After a skimpish show of welcome - and - a rare smile, to welcome - we were on the Podium of Victory - The CommonWealth Rail. It had come from Lucknow, and was Moving to Varanasi i nteh evening, we were havinf the Moment of a lifetime.

There were these 11 bogies of immense .............. wealth, health, hygene, and, esteem. All possible colours of Microsoft - vista were - used in Drums and Loads to make it look, like - our Jolly Ice-Cream Magnum Opus.

There was this aunty, whose kid wanted to capture, every inch of the train he was into. His mother shouting - 'beta - shera ke saath to pose de de'...dekh 'shera ki pant kitni acchi hai' 'dekh shera ke baal kitney acche hai' 'deks shera ke daant kitne sundar hai' - for her the train had become or rather the games have Become - 'The Magnum Opus of an Animal Called Shera'

- Who is shera ??? For those of my Intelligent friends, still not puctures tyres - Shera ! is the Mascot (no Derogation intended ...only for teh Sweet Tooth)...the very Respectful, Sweet and Dynamic - Mascot - our Govt. has chosen to Portay the Common-Wealth Games in New Delhi. There is only one confusion - What does Shera - portray - (1).The Organisers after The CommonWealth Games. (2). The athletes after having the Aloo-Parntha and Dahi at paharganj (3). The Auto-Richshaw Drivers without their share of the Aloo Parantha and Dahi (4). The Business Community of Delhi during the Games (5). Or these are the Students or Celebrities of our Entertainment Industry, which after the global recessin - have nothing but - A Kaccha and A Poonch behind - indicating at Something. And, don't miss the "White Beard" - they say - it has been Picked Up from "An Icon from Bollywood" - Commonpath Commonpath Commonpath (simply we can say - footpath).... anyways - Just Look At Shera Closely !!! I have one here.

Secondly, I had this middle aged huffy who had not been to Any such social gatherings without drinking before this, Why - beacuse - is length and quality of Questions were very - strange and absolute -

Like -

(1). Are yaar ! Ye laal wala mast lag raha - lag raha hai - Nikal ayega.

(2). Wah ! Saina - ki to baat hi alag hai. Saniya ka photo lagana bhool gaye hai lagta hai... Oho.

(3). Wah bhai wah ! Iska Bahut Lamba Hai - par Yaar ! nishana 2 bilkul achook - for

Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore

(4). Kya safai kari hai ... yaar - Yeh train lag hi nahi rahi hai ..... specially inbetween bogies ... whenever we passed - the poor soul peeped in the corners (shayad apne nishaan dhoond raha tha - Lal rang wale )-par na milne par - he said to me - Kyun- Yaar ! Bilkul lag nahin rahi hai woh rail na... Batao - kya safai hai....

- This was it for me - I rushed ahead to change - co-passengers....

• Only one tyre was left with me ..... rest three went missing shortly after we boarded the train


• this tyre - was freindly enough in clicking me - with all possible angles.... but for some - to lack of space - and - to some for lack - of Knowledge .... ended clicking - Wallpapers without - The Hero .... (that was me)


• Finally me and my Beloved tyre .... ended this sojourne journey of a Train ....amidst -


• Models of stadiums that would look like in Delhi


• Various kinds of Government - schemes like - Bhookhand Registry, NIC, CRIS etc showcasing their Technological Advancement.


• One Bogie - showed - All Past Hero's of the Indian Sports arena like PT Usha, and many more.


• One Bogie - showed - Various Games Equipment that would be used ...all were well stuck - Some tried pulling out - but it was - Glued on !!


• And, the most interesting was the Bogie showing all the histroy and mystery surrounding the Common Wealth games.

For me , in the end - it was the tale of Shera ... I could locate at almost five different locations, 3 in 3d and 2 in 2d. and Just as I was about to relax with Shera ...and my Tyre .... there was a whistle - 'Are jaldi jaldi chaliye - peeche bahut dher log aa rahe hai' kripya - photo mat khichiye - sir aap bheed laga rahe hai etc etc etc.....

When I finally thot - the last two Bogies - are going to be out Forte - My tyre - grimly looked at me and sad agey dekhiye -

There was this "Brown Pouchy Monster" ahead of us. Not ineterested in anything but, trying to Buthcher a few he can and might get for indiscipline, so we ere left with no option but, to slither through the last two - Desires (bogies) of our interest.

Finally, we descended....... we were at the end, of the platform, from where we could just grimly see the place we boarded, and inbetween, this green monster ...with typed words - Commonwealth Rail ......and a few sentences - we shall wait in Delhi.....

We re-united with our other three Tyres.... and this band of Commonwealth patrons ....moved with brisk steps to go back home... not forgetting the utter rush - that finally - caught us -

Jolly Ice-Cream waley ki 10000 dollar smile, which made us have his Rs.5 wali lolly. I had two, for the Situation I had undergone - in the last 3 hours or so.

Left behind our memories of -

1. A skimpy shera - who would compete against the roudy shera's of the west


2. Auntyji - And the tale of the Mult-Dimesional Shera


3. Shera - And The Never To be - Picture Pose


4. Shera Shera - Meet Shiv Khera


5. And, The Monster who Is More Ruthless Than The Shera - when it comes to Chasing, because - the Shera has Paws. But the monster has Jaws.

I DREAM WHY INDIA ALWAYS COMES UP WITH SUCH WONDERFUL IDEAS WHEN IT COMES TO PORTRAYING TO WHAT WE ARE TO THE WORLD.... - AND WHY INDIA RAILWAYS PLAYS SUCH - IMPORTANT ROLE - WHEN IT COMES - TO DOING - AD CAMPAIGNS - SUCH ANOMALIES OF MY MIND SHALL GET GRATIFICATION WITH TIME I BELEIVE - FOR YOU I WISH TO LET YOU SEE - SOMEBODY---

BHOLU - THIS IS - THE ELEPANT IN BLUE STANDING ABOVE - SHERA .....

Anyways thanks for reading - this long and intersting blog .... u can understand - Why some people like us shy all our lives - Wearing White Banyans and White Pants .... because we might lose the right of a Human Appearence....

Thanks to Bholu ! Thanks to Shera ! (But, I wud be at Commonwealth - And I want to meet you all there). ....

Cheers,

PM

Samay Ki Behti Dhaar Ne Kaat Daala

Dear Freinds,
I think I have made up my mind to eventually become a blogger. Rather than becoming a model, actor, teacher, officer, or for that matter a brother, freind or a father. I'll tell you why. In all the above - models of -self appreciation, there is a chance of a Promotion (negative of demotion) and even a chance that the world would know the real you, but here I am - far from my - Dancing Shoes, expectations and all the more and all the most - those bags of Heavy Emotional Substances - which when explode - often convert to like 'Cyanide Pills in the neck.' By the way - I'm sure if you become an avid fan one day, I might hope to listen from you, and feel the rightful owner of this "Knowledge Pot" ....and if this doesn't happens.... Then I might create some 'Cynadic kind of matter' towards you, and you would feel, Ki kaash - Hum Retired American Hotey - aur Apne Old Home - se Bachkar - Free ka world tour laga rahe hotey - Which as per me is - Having Pickle once your Taste Buds have failed.
Nani ke nuskhe bhi jara gaur kijiye - Ki retirement ke baad, ekdum - Jeevan ke us chor par Nikalne lagtey hai...jab Woh - Shanti ki or Agrsar ho jaati hai.... par Jara dhyan se us - chunnu ke bare mein sochiye - Jo us achar Ko aisa lapad lapad kar ke khatey hai.... Jaise - jindagi mein pehli baar - Apne Aap Home-Work Kar Raha Ho ! but, yeh Nahi samajhta - Ki Nani - use Shanti Ke Us Path Ka Avlokan Kara Rahi Hai.... Jab Uske naati - Uski chatni - Ko chahe holi ke harey rang se bana De - Woh hasta hua kha jayega.... Kyunki Aaj Jo Woh Is Bedardi Se Achar Kha Raha Hai ... To phir uska jaldi puncture hona taey hai ...... But, khair - negativity jyada ho rahi hai ...
I'll share a recent experience with you...when I alongwith 4 more ....Punctured Tyres - went to see the 'Common-Wealth' rail - at the platform No.1 of Allahabad (but only to my Confusion) - I came back - ki agar - yeh "Common-Wealth" hai to "Single Wealth" to jarur - Ran-Sajeevan ka dhaba on Varanasi highway hoga .... jisme jab roti mango - To papad, aur jab Paneer, to kheer milti hai....
I'll write it in my next blog.... but do keep listening from me....
I pray to God , that he can give you a tooth - That is made of Gold - Ki jab - Kabhi Aapko log garib samjhe ya Begaar jaane, Apki Hasin - apki "Common-Wealth" ka ndaja unhe kara de...

Keep Smiling .... keep rocking

urs

PM