Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The Reason . . .
"The Reason"
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You
and the reason is You [x3]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
Dog's Life . . .
I got this article as an forwarded email from my brother Sabin ... Liked it so thought it would be nice sharing wid all ... Here it goes : -A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in its mouth. He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please". The dog has money in its mouth, as well. The butcher looks inside and low behold, there is a ten dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to a level crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and it walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way. The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg up and gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. Then the dog shows a ticket which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor. The butcher is nearly fainting at this sight, so are the other passengers in the bus. The dog then sits near the driver's seat looking outside waiting for the bus stop to come. As soon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then, without waiting for the bus to stop completely, it jumps out of the bus and runs to a house very close to the stop. It opens the big iron gate and rushes inside towards the door. As it approaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher surprised with this, runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!", .............. to which the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key." Moral of the story..... You may continue to exceed onlooker's expectations but shall always fall short of the boss' expectations.
In Serenity . . .
Friday, May 18, 2007
Yeah ! The Thump is Here ! ! Dedicated to the greatest fans of Hrithik I've ever seen !
This morning as I was going for my work sitting behind Sanjog's bike, I saw a big hoarding board featuring the advertisement of 'Macroman', the inner wears for men. I could read the text as it was quite big and bold but could not figure out the man promoting the brand. The first thing that came on my mind was either Salman Khan or Sunny Deol and I thought it must one out of them who is promoting the brand. But, to my big surprise, when I went close to the hoarding board, it happened to be none other than Duggu, Hrithik Roshan ... I was amazed and equally shocked to see him in the hoarding board. I could help but laugh by seeing him doing the advertisement for a inner wear after being hugely successful in endorsements as big as Coke, John Players, Sony Ericsson and the mighty Karizma ...I came home and started searching for pics about his latest endorsement of the Macromand and found some too. This post is a collection of video of the Thump ad and rare pics from the shoot of Macroman ad which features the superstar of Bollywood- Hrithik Roshan.. After endorsing several high-end products, Hrithik Roshan is now the face of Macroman banian. It is said that the ad was shot in Bangkok with Thai models, and has even been directed by a Thai director. He is also going to be a brand ambassador for Acer laptops. I have one pic of that too..
This post of mine is specially dedicated to my dear Shikshya Ji n Priyanka , the greatest fans of Hrithik Roshan I have ever come accross ! ! Hope U guys wud like it .... The thump is here ! ! !
Thursday, May 17, 2007
RockStar - Inspired by Shikha
Shikha reached Pune on the 12th morning @ 5. Me n Sanjog went to receive her @ the Pune Station. Her train, The Ahimsa Express arrived @ Platform no. 3 after I finished drinking a cup of NesCafe while waiting. She came out of the train and then we came to our flat by an auto. We started chatting for hours and she was going on speaking one thing and the other. As soon as she is done with saying something, she starts the other one. And this way we had a non-stop talking for almost 4-5 hours. Till then, Sanjog slept off in the bed while we were sitting next to him and talking on and on ... Thats the way Shikha Madame is ! . . . At some point of time in the middle of our 4-5 hour long conversation, she quoted about a song by Nickelback which I had never heard before. She told that there is some song called 'RockStar' which she listens to almost 6-7 times a day. I was shocked to know that she listens to that very song so many times a day. So, I just turned on the laptop, made sure that the internet connection is ready and running in the laptop and in no time used the LimeWire Pro 4.12.11 to download the 'RockStar'. It must have taken just 2 minutes for me to download to song. I played the song after successful completion of its download. I could not fully concentrate on the song while it was being played as I was talking with Shikha also. So, I could not get the lyrics properly though she had told me to concentrate on the lyrics of the song. All I could do was listen to the song being played in the background while I was talking with Shikha and I just copied the song from the Desktop to my folder(E:/Sachin/Music) ... heh....
After copying the song in my folder, I thought I would listen to the song properly some other time. But, I never did that till today when I listened to the song finally after 5 days. As I was going through all the selected few songs that I had kept aside in my Music folder, I came across this very song and thought of playing it.... As I had already liked the song 'This is how I remind U' and 'Hero' by the same band, I liked the way the lead singer was singing the song. In a way, I liked the song all-in-all so I played the song and listened to it almost twice or thrice though Sanjog, who was by my side, was trying to give me hints that he is being bugged by the song. I then downloaded the lyrics of the song from metrolyrics.com and played the song along with the lyrics file opened. I was quite impressed and fascinated by the way NickelBack had put up his words in the song. Its kind of like a wildest dream that anyone of us could have but this in particular had the dream of becoming the one like the Rich and The Famous by becoming a RockStar ...
Its indeed a good song and I must thank Shikha for getting me to listen to this song. Thank U Shikha.... I must say that I got inspired to listen to the song .... To put it up in my words - 'Rockstar- Inspired by Shikha'
Following is the piece of inspiration... Enjoy... I'm through with standin' in line
at clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
and I'm never gonna win
this life hasn't turned out
quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
for ten plus me
--(Yea, So what you need)--
I need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
--(Been there done that)--
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up here
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
--(I'll have the quesadilla, ha-ha,)--
I'm gonna dress my ass
with the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
we'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
from a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip --sync-- 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in Hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
in the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary of
today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
drug dealer on speed dial,well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Labels: music
Sunday, May 6, 2007
International Fart Day.. May 5th
Today he was writing an email to few of his sister cum frens ...... The first few lines of the email contained usual things that everyone would write while composing an email. But, in the next para he wrote something like Today, the May 5th is Internationl Farts Day ....
My God ... I had never heard of something like that ever and was wondering what that was all about.. I started pondering if some day is celebrated for the farters and by the farters all around the globe as crazy things like these are common in today's world ... No wonder it was just my fren Steve's creation ... I wonder if the same will be celebrated as International Farts Day someday by the crazy people of the world as a homage for Mr. Steve...
He had mentioned in the email that he had written some sayaris (four-liners... as he says) on the special occasion of International Farts Day ...
Following is the extract of those stupid, funny sayaris forming a part of his email : -
( co-incidental ) ....
saathi haru bich chaldai thiyo jaanch ko kura kani khas khas
kasaile bhane 'ma hunchhu fail' kasaile bhane 'ma hunchhu pass'
kura garda gardai aayo naramro baas
chhya kasto ganayo, kasle khayo hola hijo bhatmaas
bus stop maa pahilo din bhetda bhayo heraher
dosro din kure ma unko laagi tyahi bus stop maa dherai ber
uni aayin , ani ma gaye unko near
then she farted loudly as if i wasn't there
mero chheu maa 120 kg bhaari mero saathi basna aayo
door bell ko ghanti le uslai saki nasaki utahyo
uthda kheri usko pachhadi bata anautho aawaj aayo
tyas ko deu second pachhi chhya kasto ganayo
Stebin is a great sayari-writer and shall always be... No one can deny the fact that he writes amazing sayaris, both funny, stupid or serious ones.. He can write sayaris about anybody, on any subject and at any point of time.... I jus love reading his sayaris ... So, keeping the spirits of sayari up .. Three cheers for Stebin... Hip Hip Hurray ! !
Stebin... U are a wonderful sayari writer... Keep it up ! ! U definitely rock... Keep rockin ....
Hats off to U dude... Adieu !
The crazzzy guys ... No one farted but still we r tryin to hold our breath.
(From left Sachin, Jawed, Sanjog and Mr. Steve)
A People War
Wars are never pretty. Nepal’s conflict ruined the country, tore apart our social fabric, brutalised us and hardened our dealings with each other. One can engage in a discussion on the philosophy of violence, but we have to ask ourselves at what cost?
Nearly 15,000 people were killed between 1996-2006, hundreds of thousands were widowed or orphaned and millions were forced to flee their homes.
nepa-laya asked photographers and journalists to submit pictures they had taken of the past ten years of conflict. This book is a collection of 172 of the most outstanding among the 3,000 images or so submitted by photographers and journalists for this book. They are portraits of a country in pain. But the faces also tell a story of survival, hope and the triumph of the Nepali spirit. Despite all odds, citizens struggled for peace and democracy and won. This is our story told in pictures taken by 80 photographers.
Every war has its iconic picture. Somewhere inside this book is the picture that will, years hence, be the defining moment of this conflict. A picture that brings together the suffering and bereavement that was heaped on top of a people who were already suffering from poverty, injustice and neglect.
The book does not have pictures of actual battles, partly because most of them took place at night. But the publishers also believe that war journalism shouldn’t be about covering battles, but about how war affects ordinary people.
Few will be unmoved by this book, by the pictures of ordinary Nepalis caught up in pictures is the inner strength and resilience of us as a people.
This is a book that should remind us of events beyond their control. But the thread running through the selected the turmoil of the past ten years. That violence is a dead-end and we must all individually and as a nation work to ensure that Nepal never goes through such horror again.
Nepali editor and publisher, Kunda Dixit, coordinated the project and wrote the preface and captions. The images were short-listed and selected in 2006 by him and a team consisting of noted Bangladeshi photographer Shahidul Alam of the Drik Picture Library and Shyam Tekwani, war photographer and assistant professor of journalism at Nanyang Technological University in Singapore.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
What Do We Work For?
Son: "Daddy, may I ask you a question"
Daddy: "Yeah sure, what it is?"
Son: "Dad, how much do you make an hour"
Daddy: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
Son: "I just want to know. Please tel! l me, how much do you make an hour?"
Daddy: "I make Rs. 500 an hour"
"Oh", the little boy replied, with his head down. Looking up, he
said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?"
The father was furious, "if the only reason you asked that is so you
can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or other nonsense, then
march yourself to your room and go to bed.
Think why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such
this childish behavior".The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?After about an hour or so, the man had calmed, down, and started to think:
"May be there was something he really needed to buy with thatRs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very often!"
The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door.
"Are you a! sleep, son?" He asked.
"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.
"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you earlier", said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.Here's the Rs.300 you asked for"
The little boy sat straight up, smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some crippled up notes.The man, seeing that the boy already had money,started to get angry again.The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.
"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the father
grumbled.
"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy
replied.
"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with
you".
MORAL OF THE STORY
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
Why Women Cry...
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put prayer to God who would surely know the answer.
When God responded he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said: "When I made the woman she had to be made special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. Gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
She needs no reason, no explanation, its hers."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
Series of fortunate events ! !
May 16, 2005 1:18 PM
To: hitsfm@mos.com.np
Subject: The Eleventh Hour
Hi !! Pooja ......
I enjoy 'The Eleventh Hour' a lot. Its really a gr8 program and I wish
all the very best for this program ......
This might be my last email to you as I am going abroad for my studies. And, only I know how much will I miss 'The Eleventh Hour' and The Hits FM ...... But, I will definitely keep in touch via emails and the website ......
Coming down the business, Please play me the song - "One of Us" by Joan Osbourne. If you don't have this track then you can play- "Leaving On A Jet Plane" by John Denver. The song specially goes out to my dear fren Sumi who is just an amazing person with multi-talents,
a pleasing personality and a very friendly nature. "Hey! Sumi ! Thanx a lot for being such a wonderful fren. I will really miss you a lot. I will miss you more than anything. May our friendship last forever and for always. I wish you all the very best for your future endeavours". The song is also for my Gunjan didi who I would like to thank for the love that she has given to me .......... The song also goes out to everybody known and unknown listeners with my GoodBye message .....
Lastly, thanking you and the entire Hits FM Family ........
Regards,
Fuchhu Sachin
May 21, 2005 10:15 AM
From: hitsfm@mos.com.np
Subject: Re: The Eleventh Hour
Hi Sachin!!
I am sure you are surprised to hear from me. How are you doing? I hope you are still in Kathmandu.I am planning to invite some regular listeners on the syrup so if you are interested in joining us(I would love to have you on the syrup) please let me know .Do send me your telephone number so that i can call you up and fix up the time.
Have a nice day!!!
Love Pooja
May 22, 2005 9:36 PM
Subject: Re: The Eleventh Hour
Hi !!! Pooja .....
May 27, 2005 6:38 PM
From: hitsfm@mos.com.np
Subject: Re: The Eleventh Hour
My Birthday 04 ...
An excerpt from my diary dated 20th Nov '04
“Happy Birthday to U dear Sachin” …. Well, it’s my birthday. We’re gonna party like it’s my birthday. I have completed 18 glorious years of my life and today I am 19 years old.
This morning as I got up, I felt really good as it is my birthday today. I washed my face with til n chaku. Then I went to degdya with my dad @ Kupondole. Till that, I already started receiving calls from Moksheda di, Sumi & Gunjan didi. I prayed to the God that I could always keep my family happy and that I do no harm to others and I prayed for the good of all …
After I returned home, fufu was already there. Then, she did the formalities for me. Some pics were also taken. After that, we had the program of going to Kumarighar @ Basantapur for pooja with mom, dad, fufu, maiju and hajurba. So, I in my bike went to Khachhen to pick hajurba. We all reached Basantapur and we did some pooja @ the Kumarighar. The Kumari was a small kid but she was angry as we were quite late for the worship. However, we worshipped Goddess Kumari and had some little snacks there itself. Then, we returned back home. I dropped hajurba @ Khachhen and then returned home. Then, after few minutes, I called up Gunjan didi and asked her to come to ND’s to celebrate my birthday. She told me that she was eagerly waiting for my call from early in the morning. I also called up Moksheda di and we decided to meet at 3:30 outside ND’s MahaBouddha. I also called up Sumi but couldn’t contact her. Then, I hurriedly took a cool shower and dressed myself up in cool jeans, a T-Shirt and a jacket. (All the jeans and T-Shirt was the one that I bought from my own salary including a pair of shoes.) I also got the digital camera, enough batteries to spare and three small gifts packed in envelopes. Then, I got in a microbus and dropped myself @ Ratnapark. I walked till ND’s @ MahaBouddha. I waited outside for all to arrive. After about 5 mins, I saw Moksheda didi coming. She wished me a very Happy Birthday. Then, both of us waited for a while. After few minutes, I got a call from Gunjan didi and she told that she was @ New Road Gate. So, we went to pick her up. We saw her. My didi was putting a brown shawl around her body which made her look very beautiful. As soon as she came near me, she wished me a very Happy Birthday and I thanked her in return. Then, we went inside ND’s and took a table @ the innermost room of ND’s. We ordered some mo: mos, pizzas and ice-creams. Moksheda di and Gunjan didi gave me a gift pack and I opened it to see that it was a nice little T-Shirt. I also gave them the gift I had for them. I mean, I gave them my photograph digitally printed as a card with specialized message for Gunjan didi, Moksheda di and Sumi. The photo-card was to thank them all for being so good to me and being so caring. They were quite happy to see those cards. We enjoyed the food and talked about many things. The treat was from my own salary so this birthday treat was a very special one. Then, Sumi called me up and told me that she was outside the premises. I then went to get her. She wished me and told that she was sorry to be late as she was busy with some other frens of her. I ordered some food for her as well and we enjoyed that as well.
Climax- I had something to tell about myself to all and I had thought of telling that thing on this day. However, I had told about this to Gunjan didi already before few days. But, it was quite a suspense as I didn’t say anything about it. I just informed her that I’m gonna tell something to all of them on my birthday.
So, quietly I went aside Gunjan didi & I whispered in her ear that she forgot to ask me for that suspense thing. As soon as I did so, she insisted me on telling the secret suspense thing. I didn’t want to tell them about this but I knew I had to tell them about it someday or the other. So, I told them that I was going to Pune for my studies. I just told them that I am not sure of going but its 80-90% likely that I will go. As I told that, everybody was shocked. I could imagine how everybody must have felt. The mood changed in a go and nobody spoke a single word except me who was telling-“What’s wrong with you all? Why are you so numb? Please speak up for God’s sake…” I was able to figure out what was going on in everybody’s mind. So, even I stopped speaking. After few silent moments, I saw that Gunjan didi was crying. I could easily see tears falling from her eyes and rolling slowly down her cheeks. I couldn’t help myself and I rubbed her tears from her eyes but still she was crying. I then hugged her and told her not to cry and she said-“U fool, I’m not crying. These tears are infact due to happiness.” I could also see Sumi sobbing.
I was really very much touched by the way my didi sheded her tears for me. I realized that she is somebody who really loves me from her innermost core of the heart. She couldn’t help herself by knowing that her Fuchhu is leaving. I was really touched, really very touched. I felt very proud to be my didi’s ‘Fuchhu’. However, she told that she was happy that I was going for my studies and hence wished me all the very best for my good future.
This was it. After talking for long time, we finally decided to leave and we accompanied Gunjan didi till Ratnapark where she took a taxi to her home. Then, I along with Moksheda didi and Sumi walked till Basantapur. We stayed in the tall temple and clicked some photographs there as well. Then, we all left for our homes. I reached home to see Sugita mom. We had our dinner and I left Sugita mom at her home.
This was my Birthday!!! This birthday I got to know that there is somebody who doesn’t share a blood-relation with me but still cares a lot for me, who really loves me and most importantly who is always with me. She is my didi-my sweet Gunjan didi. Thank U didi for loving me a lot!!!!! Thanx for everything …
My Past Dates with Priyanka-V
(An excerpt fromPage-177 of the book-‘One night @ the call center’ by Chetan Bhagat.)
She came on time that day. After all, she was coming with a purpose. This was not a date- we were meeting to formally break up. Actually, there was nothing left in our relationship to break anymore. Still, I had agreed, if only to see her face as she told me. She also wanted to discuss how we were to interact with each other and move forward. Discuss, interact, move forward- when you start using words like that, you know the relationship is dead.
We chose Pizza Hut only because it was, well, convenient. For break-ups, location takes priority over ambience. She had come to shop in Sahara Mall, where half of Delhi descends whenever there is a public holiday.
‘Hi,’ she said and looked at her watch. ‘Wow! Look, I have actually come on time today. How are you?’ She held her shirt collar and shook it for ventilation. ‘I can’t believe it is so hot in July.’
Priyanka cannot tolerate awkward silences; she will say anything to fill in the gaps. Cut the bullshit, I wanted to say, but did not.
‘It’s Delhi. What else do you expect?’ I said
‘I think most people who come to malls just come for the air-conditioning-‘
‘Can we do this quickly?’ I said, interrupting her. Consumer motives of mall visitors did not interest me.
‘Huh? She said, startled by my tone.
The waiter came and took our order. I ordered two separate small cheese ‘n mushroom pizzas. I did not want to share a large pizza with her, even though, on a per square inch of pizza basis, the large one worked out way cheaper.
‘I am not good at this break-up stuff, so let’s not drag this out,’ I said. ‘We’ve met for a purpose. So now what? Is there a break-up line that I’m supposed to say?’
She stared at me for two seconds. I avoided looking at her nose. Her nose, I had always felt, belonged to me.
‘Well I just thought we could do it in a pleasant manner. We can still be friends, right?’ she said.
What is with women wanting to be friends forever? Why can’t they make a clear decision between a boyfriend and no-friend?
‘I don’t think so. Both of us have enough friends.’
‘See, this is what I don’t like about you. That tone of voice…’ she said.
‘I thought we decided not to discuss each other’s flaws today. I have come here to break up, not to make a friend or get an in-depth analysis of my behavior.’
She kept silent until the pizzas arrived on our table. I started eating a slice.
‘Perhaps you forget that we work together. That makes it a little more complicated,’ Priyanka said.
‘Like how?’
‘Like if there is tension between us, it will make it difficult to focus on work- for us and for the others,’ she said.
‘So what do you suggest? I have broken up already, now should I resign as well?’ I said.
‘I didn’t say that. Anyway, I am going to be in this job only nine more months. By next year I would have saved enough to fund my B.Ed. Therefore the situation will automatically correct itself. But if we can agree to certain terms and conditions-like if we can remain friendly in the interim…’
‘I can’t force myself to be friendly,’ I interrupted her; ‘my approach to relationships is different. Sorry if it is not practical enough for you. But I can’t fake it.’
‘I’m not telling you to fake it,’ she said.
‘Good. Because you are past the stage of telling me what to do. Now, let us just get this over with. What are we supposed to say? I now pronounce ourselves broken up? Then we say, I do, I do?’ n
I pushed my plate away. I had completely lost my appetite. I felt like tossing the pizza like a Frisbee to the end of the room.
‘What, say something,’ I said, after she had remained silent for ten seconds.
‘I don’t know what to say,’ she said, her voice cracking…
‘Really? No words of advice, no last minute preaching, no moral high ground in these final moments for your good-for-nothing unsettled boyfriend? C’mon Priyanka, don’t lose your chance of slamming the loser.’
She collected her bag and stood up. She took out a hundred-rupee note and put it on the table-her contribution for the pizza.
‘Okay, she leaves in silence again. Once again I get to be the prick,’ I mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.
‘Shyam,’ she said, slinging her bag on to her shoulder.
‘Yes?’ I said.
‘You know how you always say you are not good at anything? I don’t think that’s true. Because there is something you are quite good at,’ she said.
‘What? I said. Perhaps she wanted to give me some last-minute praise to make me feel better, I thought.
‘You are damn good at hurting people. Keep it up.’
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Slow Dance
watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Source:- Anonymous hi5 post.
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The story abt Gunjan Didi...
Love U didi ......
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The Big Question...
I had written this article few yrs back in 2004 ... Jus posted now ! !
Why?
One odd evening, she didn't call me and I wondered why? The very next evening I called her and she said that she is angry with her dad. She told me that her father scolded her very badly that too over the phone without having any reason. She was on her way back home from college when her dad called and came to know that she was out with one of her old friend. Her dad didn't like her going out or else where. In a way, her dad wanted her to be always inside the home being a so called 'perfect daughter'. And in the very day, her younger brother was not
in the home until late at eight in the evening without any information. Whereas, the dad was calm as nothing different has happened.
I pondered all night long thinking about the situation. I was really amazed to know that the discrimination between son and daughter still prevails in such a highly educated family. The daughter was scolded for not being at the home in the mid afternoon while the son was set free even if he didn't report at the home late until eight in the evening. Is this the love that the parents give to their daughter or the discrimination? This question reflects the Nepali mentality and needs to be answered by all the parents so that the daughters can march forward hand in hand with all the sons. We mutter about 'Gender Equality' every now and then. But, why does
this still prevail? Why are daughters and sons not treated equally? In my family, we are all sons, so I never get to see the discrimination. I really felt very bad to hear the grief of a daughter. I know that daughters are inseparable part of a family and can do something for the good of the family and the society. We need to encourage the daughters not discourage them. So, lets give the daughters the support they need and the love they deserve for a better tomorrow. As Shaggy goes, Don't you underestimate the strength of a Woman.
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