journey called life

So I got tremendous as well as some really hilarious responses to my earlier blogs....few dared to write it on my blog page itself while several more chickened out of commenting directly on a public forum...so took the easy way out and called me... I appreciate those feelings deeply but my dear old friends ....be a man....have the courage to express your opinions publicly..you don't carry a certain Lalit Modi -like personality....no one is going to initiate judicial proceedings against you....ask me,I am a Political Science student...I will explain Fundamental Right of Free speech granted to your humble tongue by the Constitution of India......some boys were also eager to add more anecdotes to my version.....I have to say ..you can write it yourself buddy....my computer...my blog ...so my version .... Anyway I am going further.... So , We i.e. myself,Mota Naveen & Abhay reached the Hotel in nearly 10 minutes while riding three in a Rickshaw...It was a pleasant...

Train to Neta Nuptials .... Part III Few months have p a ssed since I wrote about my experiences about Neta's wedding or in classical English so much water has flown beneath the unnamed Railway bridge between two instances of my writi ng. Nevertheless today talking to some old buddies who didn't attended Neta's most auspicious moment but were eager to find out the details provided impetus to me to conclude this series.... so here I am at it again..... I mentioned about the cacophony of sounds which woke up me in the early hours of 25th May 2009 morning........sleeping peacefully in a quickly -moving train is an experience in understanding mobility of life.........we can learn a lot from running train .. atleast it precisely knows the destination it is headed to....it exactly knows the arrival time also.....can we say so about our life.....we keep running and running even without realizing where we are headed to..... I haven't known a man who can...