How it Changed.

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a college life to strict professional life…...

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives less happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them...

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…..

Here I am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life,
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to car with full tanks..
but then why there are less places to go……

How Taprees changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college friends.….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. How it changed

-- Piiyush

Take A Bow Master !!!

On days like this, I feel like such a proud Indian. Cricket makes the world go round—if you’re Indian that is. If you’re not, well then, you have no clue what you’re missing out on. When people tell me Cricket is ‘lame’ or ‘it’s a poor man’s baseball’, I fume with anger. Then I look to them, smile and say, “I have one name for you: Sachin Tendulkar.” Burn. The God of Cricket, whom I grown up looking up to for a number of reasons, has never failed to silence his critics. More recently, they were on his back after he seemed to be having a rather lackluster few months on the pitch; they all believed he needed to throw in the towel and call it a day. The media went gung ho over his 100th century, which was just not happening for the Master Blaster. But we never heard Tendlya utter a single word. As usual, being the true professional that he is,  Sachin decided to let his bat speak. And amidst the intense pressure,  it finally happened which forced his critics had to do the one thing we all knew they’d eventually do:  eat their dirty words. 



March 16, 2012. India vs. Bangladesh, Asia Cup. 

Sachin Tendulkar scores his 100th hundred. I.e. 10,000 one ton runs. And if you think for a minute, that he’ll get a big head about it, trust me, he’s modest as he’ll ever be. If you managed to witness this historic moment, you were in for a delightful treat. Every single signature Sachin Tendulkar shot was played in this epic innings. And thus, it became the most beautiful innings to be played. At 99, our hearts stopped. We waited with abated breath. Then, it happened. I don’t know about anyone else, but I definitely choked up. I had just witnessed history in the making. It’s most likely that no other cricketer will ever go on to achieve such a monumental triumph. And the fact that it is Tendulkar just made this occasion that much more special.

The Master Blaster himself, who couldn’t understand why his 100th century was such a big deal especially since his 99th century occurred at the World Cup last year, simply looked to the sky, thanked the heavens and then pointed to his helmet. This was an achievement for the country. This is how he is, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar; just like this.
To his critics, all I want to say is: “Take that.” How anyone can even suggest that SRT is incapable, has lost his touch or is plain old, is blasphemy. There is a reason why he is the best cricketer on this planet, this is why. He doesn’t care what his so-called “critics” have to say. And neither do us, his fans.

As for Sachin, when he’s ready, he’ll call it quits. Who are we to tell The God that his time is up? Mere mortals, we are. We should just be grateful that we were able to witness a world class innings filled with elegance, style, passion and one that was a slap to everyone who believed he wouldn’t/couldn’t do it.

SRT, take a bow. I knew you’d eventually make that ton; I had no doubt. And I’m damn sure you’ll do it again. You may not consider yourself a god, but we sure as hell will bow to you. A hundred 100’s and beyond, you Legend you.

The LOnG LOsT POST !!!!!

The debacle of  PLAYERS made me find the long lost telephonic conversation
 between Money Ratnam and Abhishake Bachpan..


 Here it goes…

Abhishake Bachpan (AB) : Hello?

Money Ratnam (MR) : Hey, ABhi it’s me, Money.

AB : Yo! Money. Wassup! What do you want man?

MR : Money!

AB : I asked what do you want?

MR : Money, money.

AB : Yo, dude. Chill man (starts dancing to Genda Phool)

MR : Arey, no you idiot! Money...paisa, rokda. I was thinking of making a modern version of the Ramayana.

AB : Yo, man that sounds cool. Do I get to play like Ram or somethin’? 

Y’know bows, arrows n’ all?

AB : No, no. There’s a twist. I was thinking of doing it from the point of view of Raavan.

AB : Raavan? Who’s the hero?

MR : Viveik. No, no, I’m kidding. Raavan was a terrible demon. Let’s just say your acting is... erm, the opposite of awesome so you won’t have any problems getting into the skin of the character. Plus I am giving you the liberty go over the top this time.

AB : Wow, like wow!

MR : Think of a cross between Heath Ledger’s Joker on weed and Nana Patekar.

AB : Boy! that’s so khool. So what will this character be called?

Money starts looking around for inspiration. Suddenly his eyes fall upon an empty 0beer bottle. He starts thinking aloud to himself in Tamil which goes beer-a, beer-a.

AB : Beera, awesome. Who’s the leading lady?

MR : Um, Ashwarya?

AB : Awesome, dude! So what will her role be?

MR : Modern version of Sita. Tell her to have lots of food, so that she has the energy to shriek and scream throughout the film in her annoying high-pitched voice. Like she’s doing right now. I can hear her.

AB [angrily] : Aye Money, she’s not screaming man, she’s laughing. Pink Panther 2 is on.

MR : Then what is she laughing at?

[silence for 2 seconds]

Ahem...I digress. Why not double the fun? I was thinking of doing the same film in Tamil. Are you up for it?

AB : Er...No, I don’t do the Tamil accent. Only Hindi and fake American accent.

MR : Hmm...in that case I’ll have to rope in Vikram, who will play Ram in the Hindi version, to play Raavan in the Tamil version.

AB : So Vikram will be the villain in the Tamil version?

MR : No, he’ll be the hero.

AB : But you just said he’ll play Raavan.

MR : Yes

AB : So wasn’t Raavan the villain?

MR : Aiyo, rascal! Don’t confuse me!

AB : Ok chill...hey Money just hold on my servant is here. Ye saare shoe polishes expire ho gaye hai inko le jao.

MR : Wait! Don’t throw them away. We will need them to paint your face in the film.

AB : WTF?

MR : Yes, in order to show the audience that you’re a dark person on the inside, we'll smear your face with boot polish. But don’t worry your teeth will be sparkling white; a leading tooth paste brand is going to sponsor the film.

AB : Whatever dude....you’re strange guy, Money. Anyways, how do we promote this film?

MR : I was thinking of screening the first look of the film at the Cannes film festival. Your wife goes there every year right? Can’t she pull some strings?

AB : Of her dress?

MR : No! To sneak in a print of Raavan to show at the fest! Cannes is vital, because foreign film critics give rave reviews to bad films.

AB : Like Kites?

MR : Yes. And also Delhi-6.

[laughter for one entire minute]

AB : Money, showering fake praises on reality shows isn’t enough. We need a controversy.

MR : Two weeks before the release, you will go to all the news channels and praise Raavan. All the Ram/Shiv/Shankar senas will be charging at us like mad hungry bulls, tearing posters and stuff...you know the drill. Also say that you’re glad that Raavan chose Lanka for the battle and not Maharashtra and work is done. And if we’re really, really lucky, then someone will issue a fatwa against us. Bas. Picture hit, macha!

AB : What an idea, Sirji!

ABhishake hangs up. Turns to Ashwarya starts bulging his eyes, making weird faces, puts up 10 fingers and says loudly "DAS SARO WALA"!

Ashwarya starts screaming...or is she laughing?


--Piyush :)

Jaane Kaha Gaye Woh Din !!!

I'm feeling foolish and stupid. Not that I feel any different any other time of the day (or for that matter month or year, too) but I'm feeling particularly foolish. I was watching television the other day, randomly pressing buttons according to my wish and fancies when I stopped inadvertently at Doordarshan. The waviness of the channel was now a thing of the past and one could actually see the people without lines dancing up and down the bodies of the actors, which took me back to my childhood (which isn't too far behind). And all the stupid things I'd done. And I'm going to top it all up by publicly revealing all those things.

When I was in the fifth grade, Saif Ali Khan had more hair than Kareena Kapoor and Aamir Khan perfected the art of flops with Mela. And it was good. Rani Mukherjee's thighs spanned the entire screen. And, Subhash Ghai made movies like Pardes. It was an innocent time when Karan Johar made a campus movie with a signature move (remember the claps and the short touching on the nose?).

The gorilla-like gestures in KKHH were a rage among youngsters.I still remember a girl in my class got a haircut exactly like Kajol, and all the boys expecting her to turn up in short skirts next, only to our utter dismay, she turned up in school uniform and beat the hell out of us inthe mid- terms.

I remember when I had gone to watch KKHH in Anjali Theatre (yes, you may laugh), the power went off and one particular guy referred to the theatre owner's sister and ordered him to start the movie or face dire consequences (something related to bamboo going somewhere not very nice).

Film names were complete sentences (Har Dil Jo Pyaar Karega, Hum Toh Mohabbat Karega,Hum Dil DE Chuke Sanam, Hum Aapke Hai Kaun, Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge and so on). We didn't have the near-perfect Deepika Padukone or the hunk-like Ranbir Kapoor then. We grew up on the Suniel Shetty (with his sinusoidal dialogue delivery), Jackie Shroff (who wasn't prehistoric), Govinda (who occupied a single seat) and the Khan brigade (without the appendixes like Zayed and Fardeen, etc), Sunny (Gadar) Deol with his audible best .

Hrithik Roshan had just burst on to the scene and his extra thumb was the talk among the girls: “Did you see his extra finger? Wow na!” At a camp, a guy had given me a random number and told me that it was Hrithik's number, and out of sheer curiosity, I had dialled the number not once, not twice but nine times! I demanded to speak to Hrithik every time and I wouldn't listen to any explanation whatsoever from the man who had tried telling me that the number belonged to a certain army officer. Only when he threatened to drop in home with an AK-47 (I knew it was a gun which went 'dhadhadhadhadhadha' thanks to Bollywood) did I stop bothering him. That was a close one.

TV was simpler. I remember Star Sports showing WWF (nay, WWE). Somewhere around 2001 was the peak for the single biggest fraud to have ever graced television. 'Stone Cold Steve Austin' was my role model, and Stacy Kiebler my fantasy. We used to wait for the Diva Specials just for the brief glimpse of the heavenly bodies. Broadband Internet was yet another fantasy and we would have had to sell ourselves to afford live streaming of, ahem, educational videos. In fact, I actually thought live streaming was impossible. I'd argued with my friend once saying, “Pagal hai kya? 25 MB ka video online kaise dekhega?” Of course, we also watched Undertaker vs. Mankind in the cage match where Mankind was thrown off the cage. But then there was Trish Status. Sigh. Ambling between the two was all we did during school lunch.

MTV and Channel V showed music videos, where Sameera Reddy was a demure girl, and John Abraham a simple biker in Pankaj Udhas (!) videos. Little did we know that Sameera Reddy would b right into our faces a few years later, or that John Abraham's butt would take biology to an altogether different level. The Aryans brayed like donkeys but we still listened to their songs. Boy bands and Britney were in fashion.

While listening to Backstreet Boys, my friend and I would listen to two lines, look at each others' faces, and ask, “Kya bola yeh? Samjha kya?” Only a few months back did I realise that the second line to 'Show Me The Meaning' was not “Is this the meaning I need to wanted”. I knew there was something wrong with my version, but then I'd never dared to question the wis-dom of the Backstreet Boys.

The only nudity on TV was Sourav Ganguly's hairy chest after India won the Natwest Trophy. And that was perhaps the only moment in history when the sight of a man baring his chest was met with countrywide approval and glee from men and women didn't give two hoots about it. The only reality on TV was that Baa was immortal and Tulsi was responsible for population explosion. her children were scattered around the country (perhaps one for each state?).

Our knowledge of politics too was limited to Advani's croaking and Vajpayee's 0.25X-speed speeches. I distinctly remember myself asking my father during the PM's speech, “Iske pehle wala word kya tha?” There were no blogs, no Facebook, no webcomics. If we had to express our opinion to someone, we had to speak our minds. Kids these days are smart though. Just a few days back, when conversation veered uncomfortably towards youth role, my stories debited more than their fair share of laughter from my 16-year old neice. She asked me, “Mama Bachpan mein you were really dumb, na?” I still am, dear bhanji. I still am. And it's public knowledge now...

-- Piiyush

We the Indians :)

ANT and the GRASSHOPPER

An Old Story:

The ant works hard in the sunny hot day  heat all summer, building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.  The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away. Comes the winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

Indian Version:

The ant works hard in the hot heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks the ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Comes the winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, AAJ-TAK,INDIA TV show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house.

Anna Hazaare goes on a fast along with other grasshoppers demanding that grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter .

Menaka Gandhi is confused whose side to be on .. 

Mayawati states this as `injustice' done on Minorities.

UN International and Ban Ki-moon criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the grasshopper Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for ' Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

CM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among ants and grasshoppers.

Mamta Banerjee allocates one free coach to grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'grasshopper Rath' and 'Duronto Grasshoppers'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

Kapil Sibal makes 'Special Reservation ' for grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.

The ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.

Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.

Mamta Banerjee calls it 'Socialistic Justice'

Ban Ki-moon invites the grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later.....

The ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley, 100s of grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India , ...AND As a result of loosing lot of hard working ants and feeding the grasshoppers, .

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India is still a developing country !!!

-- Piiyush

........................ Whats Your Rashi ??

Hope You all Have a rocking year ahead especially after reading this ;) 

And please update your zodiac signs in the comment box below :P

 

Capricon (December 22 - January 19)
If you haven’t celebrated your birthday already, there is a great chance that you will before 19th Jan.
You may or may not find true love this year. It’s a fifty-fifty chance to be honest. Your lucky colours this year are fluorescent orange and magenta. Well not really but once you’re dressed like that it can’t get any worse. Wish you all the luck which you deserve !!

 Aquarius (January 20 -February 18)
It seems like the second month of the year is flying by too fast, but that’s because February has 28 days!!! Good news and bad news for those of you who have been trying to get a promotion – you will get more responsibility and work longer hour’s…. only you won’t be financially compensated for the same. You’r lucky colours this year will be shades of gold, yellow, bronze, green. All of this of course is pure speculation.

 Pisces (February 19 - March 20 )

You will be presented with many opportunities to make unexpected financial gains this year. Keep reminding yourself that end of the season sales are bad ideas. Try flying kites, make paper boats, aeroplanes. This might help you in gaining your self-confidence. True love will come knocking on your door….only to find out that you aren’t home. Your lucky number is the square of 414133 multiplied by the cube root of 6.34 [Special Advice – I suggest you Invest in a 12 digit scientific calculator]

 

Aries (March 21 - April 19 )
Pay close attention to Mundane details this year. Change your barber saloon. Brush your teeth twice a day and wash your hands after you use toilet. And remember if it burns when you pee, it’s probably something serious go visit a civil engineer as soon as possible.

Taurus (April 20 - May 20 )
You will feel optimistic [not optimus-prime] and vibrant throughout the year. Unfortunately no one gives a damm about that. Accept this harsh reality as soon as possible. You will meet your soul mate in this month of May. Sadly he/she is already taken. Don’t bother with lucky numbers and colours .This year is going to be one of your worst. On the brighter note this won’t be “THE WORST”

Gemini (May 21 - June 20)
You will meet an attractive person from the opposite sex on a popular social networking site. A week later that person will reveal to you that he/she is infact a fat 45yr old uncle/aunty in an open relationship. I suggest you to abandon Facebook and head over to www.babashamdev.com at once. Wear a cyan-striped shirt with lilac coloured pants every Monday. This won’t change your luck, but it will at least brighten everyone else’s Monday.

Cancer (June 21 - July 22)
You will suffer from at least one common cold this year due to an unexpected change in the weather. Your boss will finally grant you that much awaited vacation leave …only he will pronounce it as “lay-off”. Students please don’t mess with your college office peon. Around the second half year you will meet your soul-mate. Unfortunately this is the same 45yr old uncle/aunt. I have already warned Gemini about this. You’re lucky colour is white, but every time you wear it a crow will poop on you.

Leo (July 23 - August 22 )
Besides weight gain, acne and unexplained hair growth, you will also make a small financial gain in the game of the housie. Do not trust Irfan Khan, lifetime prepaid sucks. You will travel a lot this year unfortunately your boss won’t pay you for this. Embarrassing details that have been hidden and forgotten may resurface this year. Destroy your 10th slambook at once.

Virgo (August 23 - September 22 )
There is a strange possibility of a change of residence after the bank seals your flat. Try watching IPL season four this year and please don’t curse Mumbai Indians the only eligible team to make finals this year [hope so] And if you curse this team you will develop nasty rash in an unmentionable place which will seriously hamper your sex life be sure to use your ointment. Your lucky number is the square of your pant size and cube of your dad’s shoe size (I've suggested Pisces to invest in 12 digit scientific calculator, you may borrow it).

Libra (September 23 - October 22 )

You will be determined to make a difference at work/college with your enthusiasm and optism, but I am really sorry to say that you will fail miserably. Don’t quit your job I suggest you to continue to half-ass your job. And old flame will return to your life resulting in some exciting romantic encounters. Unfortunately your patner will catch you in the act and dump you on the spot. Try to avoid Taurean’s , they’re going to have a miserable year ahead.

Scorpio (October 23 - November 21 )

Plan a surprise for your loved one …. Dump him/her. A promising money making scheme will present itself this year. Let me remind you once again that the Scheme is a Scam. Try watching movies like RVG ki “AGG” and Khidki kholo sajna and television series like Indian Idol and some of fektaa kapoors daily soaps if intrested. Your lucky number is the sum of your phone number multiplied by the exact value of pie (Virgo might be helpful here). Got it !!

 Sagittarius (November 22 - December 21 )
Finance will be good as long as you stay away from the stock exchange market. A guest from a foreign land may visit you. This may also be an exotic virus. The only antivirus can heal this is the Mumbai famous “Atmaram antivirus” (40 bucks Chor Baazaar). Read varieties of newspaper in toilet. Donate all your money to people like me. Pay attention to what comes out of your nose. Your lucky number is 1.37 and lucky colour is Naseerudin Shah’s hair colour.

Love ... another four letter word !!

When you are in this world, you are judged based on umpteen traits, achievements, success, failure, broken limbs, glasses, marital status, children, parents and the list will go on and on and on. We even judge you based on your name, your surname. This is what leads you to take decisions which you wouldn’t have, if you didn’t have the fear of society. The other day, I had a discussion with someone on twitter. He tweeted; “need help in regards to love or marriage”. I replied back, the conversation started. He mentioned he cannot marry his girlfriend because she is from a different caste and his father is orthodox. I suggested him to still speak to his parents and man up! Eventually, I angered up and he stopped replying. Perhaps he had logged out. Next day, he mentioned his father is a heart patient and he does not wish to take chances. Hence, he would silently suffer, let the girl know of his situation and move on.

The truth is, nobody moves on !!!!! Nobody.....

The life moves on but you do not. The people who say they move on, I would like to look them in the eye and talk over a drink. I really would. How cruel are we as society, as human beings! At times, I feel dogs are better than us. They enjoy each bitch and lead a dog’s life. We do the same behind the closed doors. Just for a lifelong jhooti izzat /namesake reputation/ we keep dying every day. Some die without love, some for love and some because they do not know what love is. It’s hard to tell who suffers the most.

I have been through various phases in this little life that I have. First, I wanted to live for myself., Then in an imaginary family that I wanted with certain someone, Then, I wanted to live for a family. Then, I wanted to live. Then, I wanted to live for materials. I was really happy when I was only living for materials. It’s very easy and convenient to live such a life. You earn, you earn some more and you buy, you buy some more. If you wish to earn money and live for money, you will have a much happier life. The problem starts, when you do not wish to live for money, you wish to live for love. Love cannot be bought with money; love cannot be bought with the reputation you keep building throughout your life, love cannot be forced, love cannot be taught, love can only be felt and if you don’t know what love is, then you will, I hope you do one day, someday.

Today, I live for myself. Money, love, family, blah, all these fancy words do not affect me anymore. It’s a state of mind that I never thought I would be in. I was a materialistic person. However, now, I am happy with whatever wordplay I do every day. Love, a four letter word, that I have started hating. I hate it because I have seen so many people suffer. In the name of god, in the name of family, in the name of religion, in the name of love they have to surrender themselves to something so shallow. They have to choose between insanity and love, and yet, they choose insanity. Insanity that this world feeds on, insanity that makes you suffer, insanity that drives you where you never wanted to be.

Why are they afraid to let you be? Who are they to judge you, for you being you? Who are they to decide or change your priorities? Who are they?

I wish I had the answers. And whatever I have penned down, I wish I implement in my own life!

Random thoughts !!!

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. Time goes by very fast when that person is around and every second is like an hour when you're not with them.. Wat do you call it ???

Live the moMentsss..........

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

don't understand !!!

I don’t understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it just hurts the same. How the people you once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How people make promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier than working things out.

About me !!!

My Parents call me Piyush.
And I am registered in my death certificate as..oh sorry, in my birth certificate as Piyush Baheti.

And I don’t know what people think of me..So what I can say is only “I DON’T CARE”, would you mind it? ..Again, I Don’t Care!

“I am a harmless Creature, until all my harmones work properly”.I hate people who act over smart..

I take lot of time to adjust with anybody..might be a drawback of me.

I don’t underestimate anyone.

Misunderstanding has played appreciably great strocks in my life and I am crazier than that, because I enjoy it..

And I can forgive the person who kills me, but not the one who misused me.Now I know, you are thinking, what the hell this person might be of use??

The answer is, I also don’t know.But still I hate people who misuse me..now leave it.

I love to live with my friends and for friendship I don’t consider their any previous achievements. I love all those who feel comfortable with me and who make me feel comfortable with them…

And I never ever go behind any person(irrespective of their SEX) who don’t like my attitude and don’t want to be my friend..

I believe in GOD..I am optimistic.I am Moody.

I always think positive–> Which have never helped me to achieve anything, but still it has become a habit.

I forgive people soon, as I feel this life as too short and have no time to keep on proving others as wrong and me the only perfect!

I love innovative things.

I love to be Honest.

And one thing I have observed about myself is,I don’t go behind famous people, as it would be an extra burden to them. **I don’t like to disturb anybody**

I hate diplomacy. I like people speaking on my face and being straight forward.

I hate people who use my belongings and don't even bother to care for them..

I believe in line " if you use things as if they are your own, then take care of things as if they are your own" ( Common you can use my stuff, but then allow me to use yours.)

I enjoy the company of people who are FREE.I too love to live freely!

I believe that people wont understand the importance of the other person until that person is found dead.

And I am not an important person,

can you guess Y ?

buddu….

because……………I am still alive.

I respect each and every person on this earth.

I Love each and every person on this earth..and in very rare cases people get confused about the colour of my love Love, Love, Love, Love,Love, Love…owfff I never knew that there are soo many colours to Love, when I was studying in Like(Like -> Buldana,where I studied from 1st to 10th, Amravati and now Pune).What..what are you thinking?? — All these lines about Love is just a contribution or just a dedication from me to the upcoming Valentines Day and nothing serious in my life.

For those who doesn’t like me, I don’t have any comments, because its their life ..

And for those who hate me….hope I am not soooo bad(Anyway, its left to you).

I guess, you are my friend..because you read until here, soooo long.Do you know….Friendship isn’t about…whom you have known the Longest….who came 1st or who Cares the Best…Its all about Who came and Never Left.

And I have crises of such friends….but still as I said earlier, I am very much optimistic, and I am still in a hope that I will also get friends who will stay till the end, even when there is no use from me.

Hope this is the 1st time in my life apart from exams, I am writing something sooo long and useless and I don't understand most of the part I've written.

Some times I feel that I have the ability to change every thing in this world, but luckily soon I realize that I wasn’t able to change myself since past 6 years!

I love animals a lot…..i

WEaR iT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"How can I help you sir?" The attendent asked me with the typical plastic smile of a salesman.
"I need a pair of jeans."
"What is her waist size?"
"Her? Excuse me...I need it for myself."
"I am sorry sir but this is the ladies section."
I instantly cleared my throat, thank you for embarassing, I thought while he continued.
"Please follow me this way sir."
I did.
After perusing a heap of jeans I finally got what I wanted. The texture, the cutting, the color, the fitting everything was just perfect. I knew my shopping was done. Out of curiosity I thought of checking it out one final time. And that was when I found the zip was not working. Believe me had it been anything else I might have still thought of buying that rare looking jeans but the zip ... no way was I ready to go public with my stuff.
"Could you please give me another of this thing?" I asked the attendent.
"Sorry sir we got only one piece."
"But the zip isn't working."
"If you give us two days we can provide you with another piece of this type."
A sighed deeply, when was the last time I got something without having to wait for it? "Alright. I'll come in the week end."
"Thank you sir."
Dejected I stepped out of the shop and as I took a taxi for home a thought ocurred to me: No matter how good a pant is if the zip doesn't work ... nothing works.
Something inside me immediately replaced the word pant with person and zip with character.

BAnG iT GoES !!!!!!!

To raju’s utter disgust it happened for five days straight.
Moving across the hotel’s lobby, to provide the hotel staff with tea and snacks from time to time, Raju always slipped and fell down. Every fall brought him thorny teases from the staff and a bite of embarrassment from within. In the end it was only chacha, the older security guard at the entrance, who used to offer his help.
As the first week got over he asked chacha about it. “Why do I fall in the same place every time? Though I repeatedly remind myself not to but still …”
“You fall because you don’t learn from the floor. You only focus on the fall while walking and thus a part of you always remains ignorant about the slippery floor. It’s always how-did-I-fall for you whereas it should be why-did-I-fall. Do you get me son?”
He didn’t get him completely but since his practice of what chacha told him RAJU never slipped again either.

New Year !!!!!!

                                 neW YeAR!!!!!! 

                                          “Students, its new year!” the teacher said, “And I want all of you to write down five blessings that according to you would help you live this year to the fullest.”

The teacher, next, observed the students open their notebooks with intent. But as time passed half of them didn’t have a clue and the others, scratching their head from time to time, kept thinking. By the end of the class only two students came up with a complete list.

Little Danny’s list: 

1.) Our new i-10 car. 

2.) My X-Box.

3.) My pet dog Sammy. 

4.) Dad has increased my pocket money by 300 bucks. 

5.) My Adidas shoes. 

Little Johnny’s list:

1.) Two hands.

2.) Two legs.

3.) Two eyes.

4.) Will power.

5.) A dream. (I want to stand first in class this year)