♥Late night shows♥

Time : 11:12pm IST

I am talking to one of my friend on phone.

Me: “yaar yeh to badi patli kitaab hai , jaldi hi nibat jayegi, don’t worry about it.”

He:” ha yaar hai to patli book.”

He (after a little break): “ waise tune aaj din bhar mai kitna kiya”

Me:” kya kiya?”

He( used some his special words, which I can’t write here) : “abe exam time mai ek student aur kya karta hai”

Me : “ arey vo to sahi hai, per yaar itne kaam aa gaye the ki padhai ho nahi payi”

He: “ha sale tujhe Microsoft ka malik bana dia hai na jo busy ho gaya tha”

Me: “ nahi bhai actually mai sach mai busy tha, fir sona aur waki chije bhi to j

aruri hai”

He : “ pata hai campus mai har kisi ki yahi halat hai, kisi ne 1 chapter to kisi ne adha hi padha hai “

Me: “ aur tu mujh per chila raha hai #$%#”

He:” kher abhi kitne baje tak padhega “ (and he started laughing after it, actually I can’t control myself after seeing 12 in clock, I need a bed to sleep after 12am)

Me: “ beta jyada mat has, mai bhi jag sakta hu”

He : “ chal dekhte hai aaj tak jo nahi hua ab kaise hoga”

And he disconnected phone.

Time: 11:22pm

I opened my book, and start changing pages.

I arranged my notebooks, my pens, my pencil, and everything which is mandatory for study.

Time : 11:30pm

I started reading book, right from first page first line (stop laughing, this is general habit of every engineer to read from beginning, in fact some of my friends read contents, acknowledge and everything which is not in syllabus, and as soon they come to first imp line of book.. they start doing something else because according to them they studied for more than an hour :D )

Time : 11:45pm

I am still studying .

Time : 12:00 am

Suddenly someone s

witch off my active cells. I started feeling like “thuka hua villain “ of hindi movies.

Time :12:05am

I started listening songs on my phone to remain active.

Time 12:10am

me to me “ huh this song is kind of boring yar” (I was listening “so jau mai , tum agar meri bahaon mai aao “ from movie “who lamhe”).

Time : 12:15 am

“What to do, yar I want to study tonight…”

“ I can take little break to remain fresh and then after few minutes I will again start my padhai”

time : 12:25 am

“ok now study some thing”

Morning 6:45 am

There were 3 miss calls from my same friend, and the time of last miss call was 12: 30am.

PS: this baby is not mine( abhi kunwara hu yaaro), and i just googled sleeping baby and get this pic.

maa papa another name of god

It was 3 am, and a lady in her late 30’s was shouting on a boy who was sleeping at that time.
“uth ja bete , padhai nahi karni hai kya, chal jaldi uth exams aa gaye hai “….

And suddenly a boy woke up and starts reading…

Boy went to toilet and fell down in toilet and got injured by toilet seat, this accident cut downed veins of his right ankle… it was too paining but to take care of him there was one angle with him… same angel who was shouting on him few minutes back.
“kya hua, kaise lag gayi… chal abhi dr. ke pass chalet hai “
“mai chal nahi paunga, bahut khun nikal raha hai “


Immediately lady woke her husband and told about the situation. Man who was in his late 30’s , who came just 2-3 hours before from office and was trying to take rest from his daily life immediately started his car and drove to the home of nearest doctor. And bring him to home…

Then doctor suggested an operation to connect veins. It was too panic situation for lady as well for man.

Immediately they took him to the hospital and admitted him there... After an operation guy got a plaster on his right leg, and he was unable to walk, unable to sit... but angel from god was with him… she was always ready to take away his shit. She was always there to give water and to feed him on a bed. Also man was taking care of his every activity, right from his school work to every other need.
Days were passing like as usual and guy was recovering from this accident very well because of two angels of god.

It was not the first time when those angels were taking care of him. Lady had spent so many nights on wet bed because of this little guy, who used to flood his bed in his early ages.
Man was always ready to pay anything for guy’s happiness. He was working really hard for this guy...

This happened in past, nothing has changed in present. They are same as usual.

Love you mummy papa, who has taught me everything in my life.

Here are some lines from one poster
“maa baap ko kabhi bhulna nahi ,
jag kar khud gile mai tumhe sona sikhaya…
aise devta ko chodna nahi “

hare Krishna


above scene happened to me on 13th September 2001. time was 3 am, and I was in my 12th class preparing for 1st internal school exams.

10th may 2007 was their 24th marriage anniversary.

art of being absent minded

“uff , where is it?”

“Where did I keep that book?”

“Where the hell is my MBS book?”

Hmm it might be on my computer table... After scanning 5-6 books, I got nothing from table, but the lovely part was I got back my NERO software’s CD (which I was searching since last 2 months…)

Book might be on another book rack and I started doing Herculian task to search a little book under big- big books..

“Hey Gaba, you were asking about EDC-2 book, it is here in my rack…:D.”

And after getting few unhygienic, abusing and illegal words from him, I started my stupid activity once again.

But where is it ?

Oh thank god, I’ve got my mobile purchasing bill from my study table but where the hell is my book?

Some one stole it :O …

But who is interesting to steal a book which is good for nothing…

Then where is the book???

I must watch it in Gabi’s room too…

“Hey Gaba your old notes , which you were looking around since past few days” and then I listened another round of some desi bhasa words which are known as galiya …

Hmm I forget to see it under my bed, but not it is not here… it is even not here …

:O thanks god ji, I’ve got my pen back in such a kangali condition…

But why am I not getting my book :(

Let read this whole thing from some another book and then I sat peacefully on my bed and started turning pages of another book.

I picked up my pillow to make me comfortable and suddenly a glimpse of small book shocked me which was below my pillow… :O yes it is here … muaaaahhhh…. I have got it … I’ve got it ..

life is boot-e-fool

Life is beautiful…

life for me is just like a stage created by godji to see the acting of people on earth...( i added this line after writing whole stuff, so stop scratching ur head after reading next coming lines)

Is it really? I asked it to me in the morning, when I saw that operating system of mobile had got crashed, and then my only relative who is living in Pune is leaving for USA... to make my condition hell my internet connection is not working properly. And to increase my problem ON/OFF switch of my chimpoo (my personal computer, I love to give name to each and every entity) is not working properly…
But still I have so many reasons to smile, to laugh. Being an optimistic person I can’t see my face sad for long time, even I can’t remain in that position for a long time. Often my buddies complained to me that you never take life seriously… you never do things in proper way. I think they have not understood my lifestyle yet.
It is very difficult to understand me. In fact no one can do this task in his life time… my life is full up of so many swings, may be I have opted the different way of living to other but I am the one who hate to complain each and everything to bhagwan ji.
Let (s)he does his/her work properly. Why to make hell in it…
Life is another name of drama for me; enjoy it as an artist to make full out of it. Else you may face problem in each and every thing happening in this world.

This is an exam time in our campus when maximum of students are burning their oil lamps either to make chits or to read things (these two are the perfect to pass... remember do or die kind of thing). Well I believe in both because maximum time I am out of words while reading… this is a strange irony that I can read faster even fastest in my whole friend circle but I am unable to complete my whole syllabus in given time period.
And some things are too strange for my life like my reading speed; I am very fast in typing the things on keyboard... Just give me good condition keyboard and then see magic of my fingers. May be one day I will break record of adnan sami (you dirty minds, not in weight but on keyboard… he is the fastest keyboard player… I know we use different keyboards but record is record).

Hare Krishna