Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Me, My Friends and Bina Dilwali Dilli

It was 12 in the morning/afternoon when I stepped down from Magadh Express @ New Delhi railway station, approx 40 minutes late! Thanks to the never let go attitude of North central railway services who are always keeping up their reputation of a delayed on time service.

I called up Arpita, My Soul sis,(I know her from past 2 years but have never met) whom I was supposed to meet first at her college, DCAC(Delhi college of Arts and Commerce).

“Hi Arpi, M here at Delhi...”

“hey Bhaiya.. M so happy!”

“Haan Ab batao.. Where and how I should be able to meet you?”

“See I am looking tiny, I have squint eyes, I am wearing a long green top,Blue jeans and carrying a pink folder”

“Ok ok... that all is fine, but where exactly is your college?”

“Subhash...”

and with this the line got disconnected!

For the next 5 minutes I tried her number continuously but failed to go through. Amazingly efficient is the word I should Use for the Roaming coverage of IN DOLPHIN that comes up with Bsnl in NCR, you can do anything with your phone( Like hearing the awesome radio channels of Delhi which You obviously wont do in this time) but can't talk.

It was 12-15 in my wrist watch when I dialed priyanka's cell, who was supposed to pick me up from the station as soon as I arrive.

“Haan haan... just reaching in 10 minutes dear, have patience”

she disconnected the call. The person who dials the call is also supposed to say something, I think. Anyways ... her 10 minutes lasted for 40 more.

“jyada kiraye se bachne k liye token ki jagah card ka istamaal karein” somebody announced from somewhere and I was asking to myself “ladkiyon ka intazaar karte huye jyada deri se bachne k liye kis cheez ka instamaal karein?”

I called her up thrice in between and she was prompt to come up with a new excuse every time, I discovered how she always manages to take a leave from office whenever she feels like.

I was at metro station New Delhi to Board on a train to Ajmeri Gate. Metro stations are the kind of places where you certainly discover that cleanliness to lives up in some places in our country, they haven't changed ever since I first stepped in a metro, two years back. 20 trains passed by, each with a difference of 2 minute from another, every time one passed by, a bunch of 300 passengers would step in a compartment designed to accommodate 100! the 3:1 population problem of the country was existing in the metro too! Priyanka finally came, please emphasize on the word Finally!

She waved me from above the stairs, her metro pass was with her in one hand and a pick plastic bag in the other. She was smiling and I was wondering was she smiling on me, or on the way I was looking alien in my white shirt and simple brown jeans in a happening crowd at the platform around me, or was she smiling at keeping me wait for so long or on something other then that. Till the time I thought on this, she was down from the escalators, he met each other with warmth. We were together in school for 3 years till class 10th. Were never good friends as such. We were like... 99 out of 100 percent of girls in class thought that priyanka liked me, 99 out of the 100 percent boys thought I am dating her, 99 percent of the 100 rumors about us were wrong off course. WE HARDLY knew each other. God damn! The school time rumors are no less than nonsense paparazzi. We met on orkut 2 years back and cleared the crap and are friends now. She is working in some account firm, preparing for MBA simultaneously, and doing Bcom simultaneously, and I don't know what else simultaneously. She was wearing a white T- shirt and a blue jeans folded till knee, then why did she purchased a full length jeans anyways, I was wondering, then I saw 6 out of 8 girls around me in the platform in same state and concluded that It might be some fashion trend of some sort.




(THE METRO TRAIN THAT WE took first, Unaware so the day its gonna be)

We took the metro without speaking much. We were going to Subhash Place. On Ajmeri Gate, we changed the metro and in the meanwhile she was telling me about her personal life, her previous jobs, her life from 60 something percent to a well established self dependence in Delhi and bla bla... her relationships, her friends, their relationships, their friends... and bla bla! You know how talkative girls can be, dont u? She was one such girl. She was sweet too though, cos in her plastic bag, she had brought some Kuttu k Pakodey and juice for me. Why on earth will I eat them, You must be wondering... well I am on a 9 day fast in Navratri as always. She was sweet enough to take care of this fact. We reached Subhash Place at around 1-30 and I tried calling Arpita Up to ask her, where exactly should I move from now? IN-DOLPHIN told me that NO SERVICE – ONLY EMERGENCY CALLS ALLOWED. Damn! I wanted to let the subscriber know that standing in sun on such a hot day in Delhi, this call seemed like an emergency. Priyanka was having zero balance, how on earth can she do that? Huh! Anyways... My Other cellphone with Idea, gave us support and we managed to call Arpita. I made her talk to Priyanka cos she was the one knowing the roads of Delhi. After 2 minutes – I heard Priyanka...

“Acha toh aap wahan nahi ho..., ok...”

“Oh Shit!”

“Ok Ok... chalo koi baat nahi...”

With this she handled the phone to me. I was like “???” CONFUSED!

Arpita on the line told me that me and Priyanka have reached Subhash Place when We were supposed to come to Subhash Nagar, which Is somewhere on the other side of Delhi. Completely opposite. I felt like a dog canned for no reason. I kicked my foot in regret. I disconnected the call and asked Priyanka if we can still meet Arpita in any case. I had to take a train back Home in Aligarh @ 8. I had to spend time with My other two friends, coming from Saharanpur, Abhishek and Krishan too and thus its kind of impossible. I called Arpita and told her, I won't be able to meet her, she was a sweet heart as she always is, she was calm and caring, told me not to worry and not to get disappointed. Gosh! Sisters are magic.



(The 3 people I was there to meet - from L to R - Abhi, Priya and Krish)

@ 1-50 pm


I purchased Metro ticket for Rohini. We were heading to meet Antara Dutta, a gal whom I met as an AIR listener on net and now shares great friendship with, she is like a sis too. We both haven't met too.

I boarded the Metro and it seemed dull this time. I was tired. Priyanka sat on the floor in train, telling me how fun it is to sit this way, I found it crazy and doubted that if I do this, people might perceive me as a beggar surely. My hairs were untidy by that time and I smelled foul. I noticed people from so many different regions travelling with us, metro shows the cultural mixture of Delhi. At Rohini East,

we waited for Antara, we sat on bench. I told priyanka about life at Kanpur, Life in my college, Life with my friends, about my blog, My aspirations, My dreams. This all might have sound really boring to her but we cant sit like idiots, so we had to talk something. In the next bench, a 13-14 year old girl was solving maths sums and I wondered how mechanical life at Delhi had been for these kids, they can't go to home, to save time, running for tuitions from pillar to post in a Living mess of crowd like Delhi is. Antara came. We hugged and slicked a few pictures with each other, it was a 5 minute meeting but was very pleasant. She promised me that she will come to Kanpur soon. She looked very pretty.



(Me and Antara - The sunlight on our face is significant of the hot day It was)


@ 2-30

“Kahan ka?” asked the metro attendant across the counter window.

“Rajouri”, I said and passed on a 100 rupee note to her,

she took 16 rupees and returned me the change. We boarded the train to Rajiv Chowk from where we were supposed to change track to South Delhi, Rajouri. Along the way she told me about her life in Patel nagar, her first year in Delhi, how she changed, what change she observed in me, other memories of school etc etc...

@ 3-30

at rajouri, I tried to insert my token in the belle but it said “ 2 rs less”.

I went to the Staff member and asked him, why is my token not working, he asked me for 52 rupees!

I said “WHAT!”

he told me that My token is Under balance, I asked him that how on earth am I responsible for this? I was right on my part, it was your Metro official who gave me a 16 rupee value token when she should have given me a 18 rupee token, I shouted, I grumbled, I persuaded, I argued but nothing worked. I had to pay a fine! F**k Delhi Metro! I was furious, I still am about it. People laughed around me and I heard hissing of Yo-Yo Delhites that I am creating a scene for just 50 rupees, How cheap bla bla... Priyanka was carrying a pass with her and the official told me that she knows the rules and I should ask her. I was quiet. I came out, I kicked again. I felt like a dog canned for fun.



( TDI MALL, Rajouri, Delhi)

@ 4

I was at West Side TDI mall. It was posh. I don't like mall culture though but that was the place where Krishan was waiting for us. Me and priyanka even fought with each other on the metro station scene. Krishan hugged me, we were meeting after 4 years, we were very close friends in high school. Abhishek was gone to meet her special friend and soon came to the mall and we all finally got together.

All 4 of us were in High school together in 2005 and here we were again under same roof, a much taller one.


( The tall roof that I was talking about - Our classroom was never so tall :D )

We did some masti in the mall, played video games, cracked jokes, relived memories and had fun. We did things for which we would have been thrown out of the mall if we would have stayed longer. I interacted with each of them and discovered – THEY HAVE CHANGED!!


PRIYANKA – a 16 year old introvert, cute looking, less focused girl was

a 20 year old, Yo-Yo, stylo, beautiful looking, typical delhi, Hi-bye english type, career dreamer, aspiring gal

ABHISHEK – a 16 year old, naughty, fun loving, sporty school kid was

a 20 year old, serious, less talking, to the point, over mature business man.

KRISHAN – a 16 year old joke cracker, always smiling, fun loving, female hating, live every moment dude was

a 20 year old, smarty, more joke cracking, more fun loving, more gal staring, live every moment more Dude.


ME – a 16 year old, 6 year maturity based, 12 year emotional aspect, more friendly, more understanding was

a 20 year old, over observing, over analyzing, over tough to deal with something!



( Wait a second - this is not hand of krishan, see properly and It was his choice to stand there for the pic so I am not the one for whom You should raise Your eyebrows :P )

@ 5-30 we were in car. Abhishek's Getz! Cool interiors and awesome music system, krishan was driving, priya sat next to him, me and abhi sat on back seat, discussing love angles in each other's life, family matters, future and all those big big talks! I ate the things which priya brought for me in morning and had been carrying it with her all this while. It tasted good, anything would have.. I was hungry big time. Meanwhile krishan played the popular IIT zeast song “Doston mein baitha main sutta pee raha tha..” and purchased a rose from a vendor boy on a traffic light and gave it to priya saying “ ye Pulkit ki taraf se..”. he was, is and will always be a dog. Cracking jokes on everyone else sitting in car. Most of them were on me and abhishek. We reached Priyanka's flat. Once in a blue moon, it happens in Delhi that there is a power cut of electricity, it was one such day in her locality. I noticed that rarest of misfortunes happen when I am around. Damn! We were sweating. It was a 2 room flat with no window. I was feeling like I am in some jail, I laid down on the mattress on floor. We took some snaps after that.



( Krish priya and me in the non elecricity flat of priyanka - Only I know how I managed to smile for the shot)

@ 6-30 we were back in car. Abhishek Driving, with Krishan at back seat with me. We talked of Priyanka, the Girls of our class, The girls of his college, the girls of my college, the girls sitting in cars walking next to us, and some other girls. My friends were urging me to stay for a night and go back tomorrow. They were literary fighting with me. In fact made a call to my home and told my parents that I wont be returning today and I am safe with them but I had my return ticket with me from the same train and was sure to leave. We headed on to New Delhi Railway station. Our car Bumped up with some amazing Punjabi Music, None of which I knew. Krishan and Priyanka dancing in their seats, all 3 of them are punjabi and Krishan kept on shouting loud “Punjabiyaan di shaan wakhri”, I am not sure if I have written the last word correct. I think it meant, Punjabis rule!

We were stuck in a long jam! I opened the door of my side and as long as my sight went.. there were cars, cars and cars! Delhi traffic is planned by someone who have never read Bernoulis theorem cos 8 lane roads always leads to some under construction 2 lane venues and there is always a jam anywhere you go from anywhere between 5 to 8 in evenings! I was sure to miss the train this way, If I keep dancing on Punjabi tunes in the car. I decided to catch some nearby metro, priyanka and krishan decided to come with me, I hugged Abhishek and bid him good bye, with a promise that I will soon

come to Sahranpur and from there I will go to mussourie with him.


@ 7-20

we were running towards metro station nearby our traffic jam! DAMN! Inside the station, it was a jam again! A 100 plus member queue on the token purchase counter! Thankfully Priyanka was able to beg the attendant to give him 2 tickets to New Delhi! We ran on the moving escalators, with us there was a lump of people also running, I was wondering why they were running, are all of them getting late for a train or are they running in everyday life, the way I am running for the first time. GOSH! I cannot stop my mind from Thinking. We reached Rajiv Chowk where we ran again. Faster. This time we were running to catch a metro already standing and about to go. We ran. One at a time me and krishan were holding Priyanka's hand so that she doesn't gets left behind. It was 7-36. In the heap of people we hustled and I found myself standing inside the metro. I looked around, none of faces I could recognize. 2 stations passed, It reached New Delhi. The automatic door opened. Krishan came out from some other door of the same train but Priyanka was nowhere. She missed the train at Rajiv Chowk. She called us up and told us to wait for her. I told krishan how awkward I am feeling to have troubled her whole day and he was still cracking jokes on me and her and You know what. The dog can never be serious. It was 7-46, The next train arrived after 4 minutes, she was thankfully in it. We ran again, towards the New Delhi railway station. In the charts we noticed Magadh Express leaving at 8 from platform 16, we ran to catch it, It was 7-58! The train have started to move slowly, I was to board the AC 3 Tier compartment which was quite at the end. I ran, they ran! We made it! We were in train, I shook hand with priyanka and hugged krishan! Thanked them and waved them off!

On entering the compartment, I noticed myself drenched in sweat, My breath was short and fast. I felt like a dog canned whole day. was tired as hell. I sat and sipped a juice bottle that I purchased from the pantry boy. I was calm. The Air conditioning system of the train was effective. I closed my eyes. I slept. I dreamt of the day gone by. I smiled.


@ 9-30 I woke up. The train was running 1 hour late. Railways kept their reputation. I noticed that lot of passengers were same who came along with me in the morning from the same train. In fact same aged couple, possibly in their late fifties was sitting right next to me just as it was in morning. They recognized me and asked about my friends who came to see me off. They were Muslim, Saudi Based, Aligarh going friendly people. We talked of Politics, the rebellious nature of young gen, Life at Delhi, Public service, Private service, IAS aspirations of their daughter in Mumbai, My family members, their family members, Nithari and Nitisha katara murder case, Swine Flu, relevance of Navratri, Jainism and Hinduism, My friend Uzma, My Muslim friends, My view of reservation, My food habits, My living habits, do I drink alcohol and smoke etc etc.


It was 11. we reached Aligarh station. The old lady wished to meet my mother and congratulated me for a perfect upbringing. I was happy by their remarks. I smiled. I was flattered by all that they said. They took my email Id and told me that they would tell their children to be friends with me too. :)

I smiled more.

I went to Hanuman Ji temple, which was close and apologized on missing a visit on time on Tuesday. I apple polished the god and tried to calm their anger if they are upset with me in any case. I reached

home at 11-35, Mom cooked hot kuttu singhade ki puriyan for me and after having supper, I told them all that I have just told you. When I finished my narration, They were sleeping just like I am assuming you to be too!



( Pic Of the Day - all of us - a day to remember)

LIFE CAN BE DEFINED IN MANY WAYS – ONE SUCH WORD THAT CONTAINS THE PLEASURE OF LIVING IS – FRIENDSHIP !! it makes every thing other then it, worth it!


PS – I miss my friends, I have cried numerous number of times missing my high school, THOSE WERE THE DAYS, when THERE WAS LIFE!


PPS – have you heard this song from the movie? “Tu Hi Haqeeqat, khwaab tu” Please do listen to it!
Link I hummed it whole day missing. This is an amazing song in the most amazing vocals of Javed Ali. I love it to the core of my heart. Music is eternal and this song is divine!

31 comments:

PULKIT said...

I will reply to comments on my previous post tomorrow morning!
sorry for being lazy!
and ya I queued this one before other fiction posts... I wanted to write the memories fresh!
I purposefully avoid writing direct personal stuff @ PCIP but with this post I am introducing the label "Chronicals of life" where I will time and again share very personal stuff with my blog readers!
This too is a part of me now!

regards
ocean of love and blessings!
PULKIT

ps - did u heard that song whose link I kept there?

Mahesh Sindbandge said...

Man..that was such a bigggggg post......I enjoyed your writing..that was my first read on ur blog after the previously posted poem....

i loved the pixs.....all ur frnds too :P they are indeed very value added to this post.. :)

Heard this song after u said so...

Good song....in fact good lyrics..

imran and soha look good in that song....

Keep penning down :)

Cheers

swati said...

ohh God it took me 15 mins to read this complete post..but no qualms coz u reminded me of all my school friends n the masti i did..it feels awesome to have some really good friends who can take away the pain and bring a lovely smile..
n yes i am there on orkt..and belong to your neighbouring place :)

Satyu said...

Wow..it was indeed a very sweet post.
I ws just smiling all through the post :)

Hehehe

Hope you guys remain the same forever. The bond becomes stronger and stronger as the days go on.

Takecare
Keep Smiling :)

Butterfly Thoughts said...

A big post but worth reading. glad that you had a nice and rocking tiem with your friends.Its always a blessing to meet up with old freinds and relive those days again.

pinkZz said...

hey bro.. good post.!

Dhanya said...

Longggg post pulkit :) But very sweet made extra special coz of the pics you added....

:)

Anonymous said...

yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii saale bewakuf ko sahukeen bana sakti hai

yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii anjaan saathi mein panap ke khusion k matlab bata sakti hai....

yeh saali yaari, dosti, kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii badrang zindaggi ko rangeen bana sakti hai......


....when you discuss about your friendss..........with your shithead analytical mind analyzing your shitty surroundings......I am not gonna sleep.....you see.....I have my own way of realizing realizations......

whatever crap u write over......somehow I find what you write too dark and disturbing and too crappy......but I read it dunno exactly why.......

so Mr.Analytical shithead you, your friendss and bina dilwaali dilli was the best post on your blog to date.....

I don't sleep when someone narrates anything....
......I get bored when you write crap and expect me too read it.....but when....
you narrate things I listen....

You Know That very well........

Salman said...

good to see that you have some friends who really can be called friends...

u really had one hellova day ha??sahi hai

keep enjoying....always...

PULKIT said...

@ mahesh - thanks bro!
glad u liked the song :)
m sooooo happy that U liked the post and the song recommended both!
thanks :) tc god bless!
keep visiting!

PULKIT said...

@ swati - Thanks for loving the post dear :) M glad I was able to bring back some gud memories... have added u dear at kut kut!

PULKIT said...

@ satyu - m so happy to have brought a smile on ur face :)
feels worth it of the effort!

PULKIT said...

@ butterfly thoughts - M so happy that u too found out the post as worht reading , irrespective of the length :)
thanks! for the wishes and read!

PULKIT said...

@ pinkzz - thanks sweety!

PULKIT said...

@ dhanya - thanks dhanu for the patient read! hope life is cool at ur end, tc god bles :)

PULKIT said...

@ anonymous -
"yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii saale bewakuf ko sahukeen bana sakti hai

yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii anjaan saathi mein panap ke khusion k matlab bata sakti hai....

yeh saali yaari, dosti, kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii badrang zindaggi ko rangeen bana sakti hai......"

was this some poetry, prose or something on frnship...it seemed, someone after having 3 pegs of whisky was narrating something!

anyways...

"shithead analytical mind analyzing your shitty surroundings."... what kind of SHIT COMMENT was that? :P too much shit!
the comment box now seems foul smelling :P
cheers to the way of putting up things mate!

"I have my own way of realizing realizations......"
I am not intrested in that ;) read the blog and pls just comment and rest dont confuse my smally shitty mind, Its not capable of thinking too much about ur realizations... he he he!

"Mr.Analytical shithead you, your friendss and bina dilwaali dilli was the best post on your blog to date....." YO MAN! M SO HAPPY THAT YA LIKED IT! :)
coooooooool!

"....I get bored when you write crap and expect me too read it....." disclose you indentity and mark my words...I would never expect u to read my crap again :D anyways!

"you narrate things I listen....

You Know That very well........"

Then wait for some more narrations! they will soon be on their way...

I am spontaneous and experimental dear
and thus...you never know, when I might narrate something more funny and worht reading...my life is full of such instants, its something that One can only imagine to live like... But I purposefully keep the narrations away from this place!
I dint knew...that some people like u might love it so much!

may I have your name please... mr/miss analyzer of analyticals!

Ekam said...

Aww.. such a sweet post.. it feels so great when you meet your frnds.
And you met an AIR listener. Wow yaar. I hope when someday you come to Chd, we also meet. Waise toh Khushi, main, Garry, Nikit hi hote hain mostly Chd GTs mein :D

And I am waiting for your new "Chronicles of life" .. :)

paramveer said...

who told yew to write such a biggggg post!!!......my gosh!! i was feeling lyk k ye banda ek din mein itna jyada ghuum liya!!...;)...gud hai yr!!

when i was 2 delhi i too visited many places n met many frns but itni badi badi posts for blog!!!....its not part of my lazy lyfstyl...lolzz!!shayad tere se inspire hokey ye bhi thoda bahut start kar duun...

btw....i am back on bloggers(again may be for fortnight regularity...lol!!)

PARAMVEER
mypoeticaccent.blogspot.com

vishal jindal said...

with those pics n all..a lively n lovely post:)and yes d song is also butiful..
well thru ur post m recollectin my butiful moments..aahh those old days..:(
makin ma mind to hav a get together with those oldy buddies..
keep writing

Salil said...

abe saale maine socha ki tum mujhe pehchaan loge..............kyuki......tu jaanta hai.........itna demaag lagana meri aukat ke bahar hai to understand love.........I any ways can understand friendship you were talking about......................

I am not an analyzer like you........

any ways cheers for your successful blog.....toh net lagwa liya hai tumne...............good keep it up..........yesterday was the first time I read your blog......and only thing I liked in it was that...bina dilwaali dilli article......being frank this time.........anyways I am not a poet, writer or anything.
"yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii saale bewakuf ko sahukeen bana sakti hai

yaari, dosti, saali kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii anjaan saathi mein panap ke khusion k matlab bata sakti hai....

yeh saali yaari, dosti, kamaal ki rishtedaari hee hai jo kisii badrang zindaggi ko rangeen bana sakti hai......"....
just read it somewhere.....remembered and wrote..........it seemed to fit over there......and you see I don't drink................

PULKIT said...

@ salman sir - thanks a lot sir :)

PULKIT said...

@ ekam - yes sure yaaaaaar! Ab wahan aana hai pakke se! I will cum thr soon!
:)

PULKIT said...

@ param - I love blogging :P
hoping to read ya soon!

PULKIT said...

@ vishal - thanks for the read! keep visiting :)

PULKIT said...

@ salil - hey bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
glad to see ya here
yaar pata, few months back I got abused by someone on my blog comment box so I thought fir se koi pareshan kar raha hai... he he!
uske baad hi I enabled comment moderation yaar......
sorry for the stupid reply bro! I know U dont drink!
M so happy that U liked my narration this time :) thanks bro!
I write articles, poems, proses and stories here... ek ek kar k..time to time... he he he! M glad U liked this post!
thanks for giving time to my blog bro!
and for following it...
pls do mention ur name everytime u comment!
Your feedback will be valuable to me bro!
thanks a ton!
aur bata... hows life? whats up?
Long time yaar!

anushree said...

i read this post twice...not tht i cudnt understand it at once but ..but coz how much i enjoyed being a part of it while reading...thanks for the flash back...n letting re live those lovely school days ...

PULKIT said...

hey anu di - such a pleasure to have those kind words from ya :)
thanks for the read :)

Salil said...

yaa long time....boy......m listening to most of my friends at salil.v2 gtalk....yahoo msgr not working in hostel..........abhi u in kanpur??........"howz my life"......see............only one word to describe that....."MONOTONOUS"........since the day I joined engineering.......very recently I got back to my social networking chaska..............Facebook is working for me Big time found you over there.............remembered your blog............thought may be I should read what you write....and you see....got what was on my mind coincidentally....I was thinking....I was thinking of you guyss....my old friends....and you wrote about seeing your old friendss.........I loved it.........simply..........but your way of way analyzing true love.....went way beyond my sensibilities..........I was not sensible guy though..........you know that.................

PULKIT said...

@ salil - abhi m in aligarh! cumin back to kanpur soon!
Monotonous is the word that goes on for my life @ Btech too! I think it was a horrible mistake on my part to pursue this , but I am tryin to keep my zeal alive by doing something apart from studying like blogging etc, just for fun and exposure!
I am an active orkut member and surfs FB once in a while.

You dont like the usual poetry,prose and love stories @ PCIP so I am giving u some links of the things that You might Like - do give these a try -

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/07/legacy-famous-last-words.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-deception.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/07/dew-for-flowershoney-for-bee-love-and.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-diary-of-terrorist.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-kannauj.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-they-lose-it-hurts.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-of-innocents-in-pakistan-swat.html


http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/02/enigma-of-janis-joplin.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetic-cries-for-paintings-expression.html

http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2008/10/terrorism-is-not-jihad.html

priyanka said...

bhai i really wana fight with u this time......u were in delhi n u didnt even called me so wht if u were here to meet ur school mates or ur close frnds .... cant i even expect a call i would have come n met u but than at the same time happy that atleast my nam was there some where around u in this whole journey hope to meet u soon........anyways but yaar i have a rt to fight with u.... true na

Real Estate Values said...

Nice Pictures! You are all looking very handsome........