journey called life

  Dear readers, At the outset, I wish to clarify that this sixth part of the story is the last one in this series. The fight, which we had nearly 10 years back was a hazy picture in my mind earlier. When ,I wrote the first part, I was looking for the introduction,main body as well as other ingredients of the story. I had no idea how to write a readable story. So, I decided that I will write first and think later. Thinking is the biggest hurdle in the path of story-telling. I decided to take inspiration from story-writer of Salman Khan. This man is made of stainless steel . He wrote some of the worst stories ever in the annals of Hindi film history. Dabangg, Ready & Bodyguard........but these three films are also the biggest revenue-earner in Bombay. In fact,Body Guard earned 21 Crore on the opening day itself. There is an old saying in Benars,that you can not fool all the people all the time. But, this bugger has made a fool of us time and again.So, I decided to write ...

Dear readers, Please accept my heartfelt thanks for showering few buckets of affection on my blog page.I must confess here...............that I am perplexed that how do people tolerate my nonsensical writings time and again. Nevertheless,I am humbled .....what do I say here...simply thanks. Concept of blogging is a funny thing.It provides me all the data to monitor your reading habits concerning my blog. Last time,when I was leafing through the page view data country-wise....I found visitors from Singapore,Germany,Netherlands, Slovenia,Denmark,United States in addition to HongKong,Haiti & Dominican Republic where some of my friends are earning their bread. I do not know anyone from those countries....neither I have put my foot on their airports except Singapore. So, I became happy..very happy in fact to find out that I have readers in such a wide variety of nations. Columbus took so much pain, fought with oceanic disturbances in primitive ships to explore the new wor...

  Dear readers, A weekend has again cropped up in our life ......If you start the ending of week from friday night then Saturday night can be rightfully termed as median of the weekend.I was trying to write this piece on Saturday but it got delayed few hours due to ongoing US Open.How can I leave Federer playing alone in hurricane-hit NewYork. No problem....thinking of weekend now........This concept of workweek and weekend is one of the most underrated discovery by human civilization. Imagine, if you had to work on all 07 days of the week. Tiring, isn't it ? So,you must be thankful to Henry Ford who decided that his automotive factories will close shutters on Saturday & Sunday way back during early years of 20th Century. Since that era, we are celebrating every week. Dining and drinking on weekend became the norm. Normally,weekend is based on cultural ethos of community........Friday for Muslims, Saturday for Jewish (Shabbat) and Sunday for Christians is considered a...

  Dear dost or should I say readers ...... because blog has certainly increased the horizon of my friends list ...........My friends are based several seas away...someone in Hongkong as well as boys based in Port-au -prince are leafing through my writings....feels good.... But...writing seems to be a dicey game ....I am winning some new admirers .....but at the same time losing some trusted friends....awfully bad......... Do not compare my blogs to controversial Hindi movies.....I am reminiscing about some of the best times I spent in the company of my loved ones...though these blogs contain truth......but they depict only my version of story.....and truth is never absolute.....it is always in relative terms...... One more fact while writing this blog ......I remembered few instances that were narrated to me by others.......but I won't write them here ....because that will be like cheating in a Board exam.....which I don't approve of....my story needs to have my rustic touc...

Dear readers, Writing something is like sweating after a hectic game of basketball.Emotions are same , you feel rejuvenated after putting same ball in same basket many times.Same is the case with writing,you write in same language with same 26 alphabets.You pour out your heart in the words,however here you can choose not to be repetitive like basketball. I still vividly remember the days when I used to write occasional letters to some of my friends way back in 90's.Nowadays phones doesn't give that pleasure. Words come from mouth while you talk on phone, it comes out from the heart when you write a letter.This is the beauty of written words,which my generation is missing nowadays. Boys of my generation strategically belongs to both worlds.......it means we boys whose age is in and around 30 yrs......have seen the change first hand...we can recall days before advent of Internet,Mobile phones,satellite TV......THESE ARE THE THREE COMPONENTS OF 21st Century which a ...

Dear dost, Last week when I wrote the finale of Neta's marriage, I was apprehensive about the response.I expected nothing.But, to my utter surprise I received few bouquets and several brickbats for writing a sloppy story. Some questioned my command over this Queen's language, some abused me for using so much FUCKING words inspired by Delhi Belly. Nevertheless , I received few encouraging words from some unexpected quarters. That is precisely the reason why I am doing this again.You can like it or you don't. But some stories are waiting to come out from the womb of a computer.So, these stories will take shape like aliens in Resident Evil.You can not stymie the growth of a brand new Species once they have entered our atmosphere. An idea is like a seed of wheat,it will grow herself and feed you on your vitreous glass dining table. So, the journey to a hidden treasure is about to begin. Girdle up your loins ....simply said ..get ready .....Bon Voyage. ...

  Dear dost, Let me get my facts clear in the beginning itself. I was planning to write this blog several months back ..in fact just after writing Part IV in April 201o. But I couldn't, due to some reason which I,myself is not aware of. Actually, I wanted to complete this episode before my marriage which happened in June 2010, so that after Neta's traumatic experience I can write about my own. Someone had suggested that I complete this episode before the arrival of next generation of Neta's DNA, that deadline I obviously missed as Neta is a proud father of a sweet angel. I dedicate this blog to this little angel, ...........your father is a darling dear.....he is real gem, preserve him, adore him. So, if you haven't read my earlier blogs, read those first before continuing here...... As the events described here belong to a bygone era i.e. more than 02 years earlier...there may be some fluctuations in fact here and there..yes 02 years amount to passing of an era ...