Diary of sheikh rahman

V For Valentines (and l for a loser)

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 15:31:10 +0530

This

story is writen by me I ve got an award for my college magazine for Best Story so get ready to read an award winning story...

V for Valentine

(and L for a loser)

A romantic comedy..

(All the characters in this story are real and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely intentional)

It was 14^th Feb. that day and it was 1:00 AM, the prevailing morning the world would be celebrating Valentine's day. And I was there sitting with my flat mates, watching some crap movie, doing things in my usual routine. All my friends were looking quite relaxed, but I was not. The reason is quite simple one more Valentine's day without a valentine.

From the last 4 years on each Valentine's Day I used to make a pledge that I wouldl be having a Valentine in the next year and my pledge used to break each year(for what so ever reason ) and the legacy will continue this year also. Thinking about all this I went to sleep I didn't remember when, my friends were still watching some crap movie I remember

I woke up earlier than all my friends. No , this time my friends were not watching some crap movie, they were fast asleep. I thought I should get some food as living outside the hostel in a flat makes you a "khana badosh " animal, searching for food here and there. I was remembering that today is Valentine's Day I saw my surroundings and saw that everybody else seemed to be in love with each other, even the steet dogs were celebrating Valentine's Day, I was the odd one out. But these things off late have become usual for me.But I was concerened about my love genes, I hoped that they didn't die.

Then I saw a group of men wearing saffron head band and destroying a gift shop, they were obviously opposing Valentine's Day and they seemed as frustrated as I was. I felt I should join them and take my frustration out to the cute Valentine's Day gift. But then I thought I should calm down and move on.

Then I saw a girl on a scooty, her face was scarfed, only her eyes were visible. And those were the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. The colour of her eyes were blue as if God took a piece of sky and put it in her eyes, I just fell in love with her eyes, even though I knew nothing about her other details (what so ever sense you may take..). I started following her as if she was a pied piper and me a mouse. Finally she stopped and entered a coffee shop, she sat there alone for a while until her friend came there who was thankfully a girl.Meanwhile I was observing her from another table. After waiting (staring you can say.) for a while I went straight to her and said "Can I join you " They felt quite awkward initially but by seeing my confidence and smartness( I am great you know !!! ) I eventually joined them. I told them my story (how I followed her) which they took in a lighter sense, by then they became quite frank with me and we joked I told her about my college and she said about hers(which college I am not going to tell you..).We exchanged numbers and then I asked her the question "will you be my valentine today??" and to my surprise she said yes .We decided to meet that evening.

So atlast I had a Valentine in a Valentine's Day I got prepared and was so exited about her. Remembering everything about her made me fly in air, her way of talking , her way of laughing in which her eyes went smaller, her dimples which were so deep that the depth could be measured in centimetres (how technical nah!!),her fragnance, her way of removing hair from her face. I was getting ready for my date while my friends were still watching some crap movie.

I got dressed and went to date with best possible getup. We talked, we laughed, we had a great time together.I could hear the violins behind me.

Then came the waiter with a bill I was checking the bill for a possible error (engineers always check calculation error don't they!!),

Waiter was standing besides me , then I heard a song "Golmaal hai bhai sabh golmaal hai" I asked the waiter did you hear it , he said no. Then I asked her(my date ), she also said no but her voice changed with that of a boy the song was still playing on..I was shocked .. My face got drenched in sweat...!! I was horrified "how's that possible" I thought

Her voice sounded familiar to me, it was like one of my friend's ...Then she slapped me.I was shocked again ."where did I go wrong"..I got slapped in my first valentine date. tears were about to come out of my eyes.To add to my disaster she slapped me againWake up!!! Wake from your dreamy sleep RahmanWake up!!! Wake from your dreamy sleep Rahman my flat mate Kshitij said. Dream, I cried , that was a dream oh no. what the "beep".. the emotion of shock and terror which were in my mind due to that dream increased further when I came to know that it was a dream.I looked all around as if I was coming back from another world, like a sci-fi movie hero comes "back from the future" to the presentIt was so beautiful I cant believe that was a dream..(poor me.)I saw the time it was still 3:00 AM , my friends were still watching some crap movie and the world will still celebrate Valentine's Day that morning and I will still be celebrating the Valentine's without a Valrentine and my pledge will again be broken for the record fifth year & my love gene may die, so the legacy continues..Well that's what life is..

A wise man said once-

When the world says, "Give up," hope whispers, "Try it" one more time, so I will try again next time. Thinking about all this I got back to my sleep, but I had a question in my mind so I asked it to my friend

I asked my friends which crap movie were you people watching, they said"Hera Pheri" (2000) Oh yes!!! I must have guessed."Golmaal hai bhai sabh golmaal hai"

The GamePlan Movie review

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 21:29:51 +0530

Movie Name: The Gameplan

Actors

Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson as Joe Kingman

Maddison Pettis as Peyton Kelly

Is this a remake of 'Jab Pyar kissi se hota hai' having Salman Khan" was what i said when movie was just started. But no it isn't ......

Its a beautifully made light hearted and emotonal movie which deals with relationship between a father Dwayne Johnson who is a rugby player and his daughter Maddison Pettis

Both Dwayne and the little girl have acted really well specially the lil girl .She is one of the cutest chil actress seen in recent times.

The movie is a bit predictable but who cares if it is made with beauty and emotions..

however the direction and the screeplay could be better specially in some emotional scene..

Tears will be flown for sure while watching this movie so make sure you r watching in a dark room. But that doesn't mean this is a "rondhu" movie afterall its a Disney production light hearted comedy/emotional is the right classification for this movie.

Well while I was watching this movie I was so impressed by the lil girl that I thought of having a girl child now....(at age 21 without a mate ????) . Some strange horone secreted from my system and I wanted to be a Father.....

Well to be serious I would give this a

*** star

Those Eyes-part 3 "D other side of d story"

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 21:53:13 +0530

Those Eyes -3 .... the other side of the story...

This is the girls side of d story..( it s d second last part....)

The girl's name was nysa a short beautifull name meaning "goal" or "ambtion"

She was going to delhi were offcourse she lived wid her family....
She was going with her dad & brother...

As observed by Aslam she was wearing a veil which looked quite modern ....
They searched a place and sat there...
Her Dad & brother got busy with there mobile(These moiles...!! thy increased tension for professional people
instead of dereasing it..)
So she bought a India Today... as she was eduated well enough she bought an english India today..

After about 10 minutes two guys came and sat near them...
One was Sikh an other and the other looked like a posh metrosexual boy... he was definitely good looking..

Nysa was noticing that guy, Nike shoes(As always said gals usually notice the shoe of a guy first)
a good looking watch and clothes the boy definitely had the personality to which any girl can get attracted.

She was looking her in a fashion in which most of d grls look at a boy .. in a manner by which the boy usually dont
kow the girl is looking... but Nysa was definitely attracted to him in a more general manner.

But she knew that their is no further thing or event that can happen between them as differenc in background was evident.

Nysa lived in a "One way" world. She used see the world but the world usually never saw her..This is the case with most of
the girls/women who wear a veil .. They know they will never get noticed..

Same was the case with Nysa.. she thought the boy will not notice her...

Then the Sikh boy stood up and told the boy:
"Aslam....I m going to bring some GOLDFLAKE packets for the journey..."

She heard the name of the boy"Aslam" was his name "safe" was its rough meaning and his arms looked the safest part in th world...

She was a bit happy that the boy was also muslim..

The boy started staring at her.. at first she thought she is staring at something else but she knew after sometime that she was staring
at her. The boy was regurlarly staring her and his eyes started talking to Nysa's eyes.Nysa thought why the boy is staring at her he
is only seeing my eyes..(and the really beauty is hidden) ..she was a bit confused.

Girls usualy dont like to be stared at, but there was something in Aslam that attracted Nysa.
But she new that Aslam will go his way and she will go her as he can not even dare to talk to her due to her father and brother(who obviously
r of protective nature..)

Then an unusuall thing happen he started to sing a an old hindi song one of Nysa's favourite

Teri aankhon ke siva is duniya mein rakha kya hai....yeh jhuke shaam dhale ..."

( There is nothing in this world except your eyes... )

He dint sing it well but Nysa quit liked that but she was shocked at the same time coz his song made everybody to look at him..
Nysa was shocked and the look on her face was evident..

She had to give a look that says "I hate this kinda boys" and "i hate you" (girls usually do that when some1 flirts like that)

But a sense of happiness was also there in her face. And she wanted Aslam to notice that ..

There eyes started to meet regularly

Then Aslm sang one more song

"Aankhon hi aankhon mein ishara ho gaya.. baithe baithe jeene ka sahara mil gaya"

( I got signal from your eyes only... I got a support for my life from your eyes only...")

"This boy is crazy" Nysa thought and she smiled and this time Aslam noticed that smile and a sense of happiness was
evident from his behaviour... Things went on for few more time...

Then Aslam took out a ciggrette and lit it..

Nysa thought"what d hell is he doin.. and why d hell do these people smoke.."

she gave her a "not so good " look.. as if she is saying that "through that ciggrette now or I will not talk to you again"

(as if they were talking by now..)

But whats this Aslam threw the ciggrette.... shivers went across her body...at this point she seriously thought that they both had a
connection between them .she thought he is the one with whom she can spend her whole life she deeply fell in love with her just after Aslam
threw his ciggrette...

The she heard a voice in her background that was her father talking to her mother
Father:
"The boy looked good and the family also looked good.. we ve already asked Nysa about her marriage proposal and she approved the boy
in their home itself the boy is also ready.... so begum congrates and get ready for a grand engagement next month"

Suddenly Nysa's thoughts came back to earth she had already approved a boy in Bhopal (as if she had a choice) her approval was obviously
pressurised but she had no complain, a boy whom she met ( or can she say that she met him) 2 hours ago cant change her respect for her family
(or can he)

Nysa knew Aslam dint know anything about her father's conversation and she kindda feeling pity about Aslam and knew that they ont have any story

Nysa's Train was about to come and has never felt so uneasy in her life, they were about to go....

Aslam was also looking uneasy as if he is asking Nysa:

"Abhi na jao chhod ke , ke dil abhi bhara nahi..."

-Don't leave me now, i want some more love from you..

"OOps now i m singing a song" Nysa thought ..

she thought that she was immnesly, obviously, unusually in love with her...

Then Nysa saw Aslam coming "O my god what is he doing... he dont know anything about my father & brother.. Why is he coming to me"
Her mind was shattered and worried about aslam.

He came and said

whomsoever you are..of watsoever age u have.... i dont care but I m in love with you..

will you marry me....

"Offcourse i will" Nysa wished she could say that

"I will marry him papa not that nawab bhopal which i approved"

Nysa thought.... tears drizzelld from her eyes and her papa saw it

Thinkin that she was crying coz a stranger proposed to her and she was embarrassed her papa said to her bro

" beta ( son) go and teach him the lesson..."

The rest you all know from the previous blog...

to be continued (1 more blog )

Patience is d key...

Those Eyes -part 2

Sun, 22 Jul 2007 13:14:00 +0530

Those eyes... PART 2

Flash back... 2 days before...

Aslam and Sukhie sitting in Bhopal railwaystation to get back to there hometown...

Sukhie: Aslam....I m going to bring some GOLDFLAKE packets for the journey...

Aslam: Sure u go ...

There was a family sitting in front of Aslam that looked like a religious muslim family...

Aslam saw a girl sitting there, she was wearing a veil (BURKHA) that was however modern type veil.. Aslam can only see her eyes.. One thing that was evident was that they were religious but educated coz some expensive mobiles were in d hand of 2 men of that family.. probably dat girls father and brother..

The girl was also looking educated coz she was reading INDIA TODAY that also in english...

Aslam intially dint notice anything because he was a boy(or a man) who was quite modern and he never had any girl friend who was so much religious.....

But somehow.. he stared at her.. then he saw her eyes....

deep.. very deep.. eyes.. black is d synonym made for her eyes he thought..

GOD IS ALSO AN ARTIST ... he thought...

That eyes was saying many things....saying many things about her personality... sophisticated she was... .. and Aslam had many emotions running in his heart...

Aslam started singing an old song loudly such that she can hear... how cheap of him.. he had never done these type of things for finding a girls attraction... but thats d MAGIC i guess magic of her eyes..

Aslam: "Teri aankhon ke siva is duniya mein rakha kya hai....yeh jhuke shaam dhale ..."

( There is nothing in this world except your eyes... )

An old song of Mohd. Rafi Aslam was not a fan of any old songs dat also hindi.. he only listen to rock .. but somehow the eyes made him sing that ...

Everybody started looking at him as if he is somekind of a low class guy.. trying to flirt some girl..But he dint look like one...

The girl also saw her with a shocking experession because of the intensity of his voice..and Aslam was looking at her.. She immidiately removed her eyes.. but a feeling of attraction was also in her mind..

There eyes started to meet regularly and the duration of the meeting started increasing...

A strange feeling was there in Aslam"s heart when they used to see each other he used to feel more happy then in anyother moments of his now old flirting days....

there eyes started talking to each other.. but they both can not coz of d girls family around...

Aslam sang another song again a old hindi ( he dint know how he started to remeber those songs which he never liked... may be thats.... ----)

Aslam: "Aankhon hi aankhon mein ishara ho gaya.. baithe baithe jeene ka sahara mil gaya"

( I got signal from your eyes only... I got a support for my life from your eyes only...")

everybody again saw him with not so good ex-pressions but this time "she" had a smile..Aslam can see that from the veil(burkha) itself... ANd her eyes also had some ex-pressions which suggested she was smiling....

Aslam was really happy he had no idea why he was.. what was he going to do.. but he was happy..

But he was a chain smoker.. and

SUKHIE.. where is he.. is he making cigratte or he got some friend or he got kidnapped where d hell is he.." he thought ,he searched the pocket and found a ciggrette.. and lightened it..

rules were not dat strict in bhopal so he can smoke freely..

He again looked at the girl.. she was looking at him with a hint of anger as if saying to him "what d hell r u doin.. and why d hell do u people smoke.."

first time in his whole life he felt guilty.. smoking was a routine for him but he felt guilty...

he looked at her. and looked at the ciggrette.. and he threw it.. 90% ciggrette was left and it was d last but he threw...

1 1/2 hour passed they bth used to look at each there for sometime then the girl used to remove her eyes.. the process continues..(how stupid of them na...)

then Aslam saw some restlessness in there family after an annoucement of BHOPAL express they surely were goin to delhi side and aslam was going to MUMbai side...

Aslam felt uneasyness he had to say something...to her.. he was obviously

immnesly, obviously, unusually in love with her...

whomsoever she was..of watsoever age she may be .he loved her.. in those.. 2 hours..

he knew she was unmarried he got a vibe that she was unmarried..

he stood up.. went to them the two men ( probably father and his brother..) saw him coming ..

he went to her and said...

Aslam: whomsoever you are..of watsoever age u have.... i dont care but I m in love with you..

will you marry me....

MARRIAGE Aslam nevergave it a thought.. but instinctive he was.. strange very strange...

the two men boiled in anger one said " how dare u say this to my lil sister.."

the other said " beta ( son) go and teach him the lesson..."

Yes they were indeed father and brother of her..

They began treating him with kicks and punches..

Meanwhile Sukhie came smiling.. having packets of GOLDFLAKE and said..

Sukhie : Oye where is Aslam..

Then he saw few people beating Aslam he went and saved him somehow by telling sorry..

The train came the family went Aslam down in the floor still waited for that last glimpse he got it..

The girl saw him just before getting in to the train Aslam saw her and smiled with blood in his face...

Aslam expalined the story to Sukhie..

Sukhie: Abbey you never liked any girl who weared clothes more than a mini skirt and you r saying u r in love with dat " burkha wali" ( The girl with a veil..) have you gone out of your mind..

Aslam: My life changed in that 2 hours yaar... just tell me. can we find her.. somehow...in Delhi I guess..

Sukhie: Delhi is not a village .. its a very big city.. leave it for now we will see...

first u have some first aid.. and have some ciggrette u must ve gne mad without it for 2 hours..

Aslam: Throwing the ciggreete away ... I have quit smoking and drinking..

Sukhie : Oye u r really gone this is serious dude...

2 days after what happened u saw in previous blog...

I know thats getting pretty big but have some patience..

PATIENCE IS THE KEY .....

to be continued.....

Those Eyes....

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 00:09:00 +0530

" Only u.. yes u.. only u are my true friend, this cruel world has not given me much happiness, but only u yes u r my love I love you pucchh"

Thats what Sukhwinder said kissing Aslam in his cheek...

No No this is not any complicated story on HOMOSEXUALITY this is what every man ( bachelor in his 20's) does when he is drunk and sitting with his friend.....

Aslam and Sukhwinder... ( We will call him Sukhi everybody calls him dat not many knew his name sukhwinder they call him Sukhi.. o gettin back to topic..) Aslam and Sukhwinder were 2 rich, handsome, men (or boys). Girls used to die for them and they used to change girls like my kaamwali change her washing powder ( Well wat a stupid comparison.. to b clear it meant they change there grl friends quite often)....They both were friends ( if anybody dint get that..)

But things have changed now Sukhi.. was d same but for Aslam.....

Sukhi had a heart of gold but he was funny .. Aslam an emotional fool....

Before dat kiss incident ( yes d same mentioned at d top) some things happened which were not usuall..

They were in a party .well they party almost every other night when they want a change( I hope u understand dat..) in that party they do all sorts of things dat a young party goer do..

Alcohol was flowing in ol types "VODKA" was Aslams favourite Aslam was a muslim..( and we r not allowed to drink, even I writer ofcourse never ever touched it to b clear )many ask dis question to Aslam but Aslam dint have any change...or may be he had..

Dat was d 1st party Aslam dint drink he went to d balcony and began searching d sky..

meanwhile Sukhi was busy drinking..

A girl came and offered Aslam (offcourse d grl was drunk. and wat she offered u better understand...) girl thought Aslam is a usual past time and as always he will accept d "offer"

BUT..( strangely this time) Aslam put up his strong hand and slapped her.. (and he was not drunk..)

"us ladki ki toh saari utar gayi.."

everybody arguied with Aslam and threw he and his friend Sukhi out of there...

Sukhie was all drunk... they sat in d footpath Aslam still looking a bit tensed..but sukhie was not..

" Only u.. yes u.. only u are my true friend, this cruel world has not given me much happiness, but only u yes u r my love I love you pucchh" Thats what Sukhwinder said kissing Aslam in his cheek...

Aslam: arrey dont u dare kiss me again... aaj waise hi shaam se mood kharab hai.."

( dont u dare kiss me again.. today my mood is of from d evening..)

Sukhie: " Only u.. yes u.. only u are my true friend, this cruel world has not given me much happiness, but only u yes u r my love I love you pucchh"

Aslam: chodd ,hat abhi teri saari utaaarta hoon..

( leave me ... leme teach u a lesson....)

Aslam slapped Sukhie with his strong hand

"Iski bhi saari utar gayi.."

SUkhie: "Arrey yaar assi toh mazak kar riya si..."

( oh.. I was just jokin.. )

SUkhi speaks punjabi only when he was worried..

He was worried .. he was worried for his friend "what has happened to Aslam.. the usuall party goer

The girl invited him and this..felow slapped her.." thought sukhie..

Sukhie: Yaar tell me kya hua..

( yaar tell me wat happened..)

Aslam: Yaar.. " MUjhe woh aankhein sata rahin hain.."

( yaar THOSE EYES... r making me uneasy..)

Sukhie: k k k k... kaun si aankhein

( w w w w which eyes...)

Sukhi said in his usual punjabi tone.. he said looking around like any ghost is around...

Sukhie : Dekh Aslam raat ko 12 baje sunsan sadak par... yeh aankho waankho ki baat mat ka r yaar.... I m feeling scared..

( see its 12 AM and its a scary roadside... dont talk about some scary eyes.. I m feeling scary..)

Aslam: Those eyes r seeing me... they r telling me something.. I m feeeling uneasy.. what is this..

He turned towards Sukhie Sukhie was not there....

Sukhie horn d car..and said..

Sukhie : Aslam chal oye.. I m feeling scared..

( Aslam lets go.. I m feeling scared...)

Aslam: Dont feel scared ....

I M IN LOVE.....

SUkhie was not serious..but he knew something is wrong..

To be continued..

next part will be a incident that had made a change in Aslam..

next will b beautifull I promise..

I hope my amature writing. is ok coz m tryin it for d first 2 write a full episode story..

WITH LOVE SHAHJAHAN...

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 15:19:48 +0530

WITH LOVE SHAHJAHAN....

This piece is a scene... or perhaps a drama... a conversation between Shahjahan and his son Aurangzeb
Historical facts are not tempered in this drama( or scene or whatever).. and this is completely, originally
my creation ( as like all of my previous blog...) all those who r not aware of historical facts there is also an
introduction below... ( and congrates about TAJ MAHAL...)

INTRODUCTION

(The four sons of the Mughal Emperor , Shah Jahan, all laid claim to the throne
when their father fell seriously ill in 1658.....

Aurangzeb goverend deccan at dat time.., He with his administrative and military skills
defeated all his brother... by hook or by crook....

Aurangzeb prisoned his own father in the red fort in agra from where the TAJ MAHAL was(is) clearly
visible...

Aurangzeb was a cruel ruler... who dint believe in his great grand father's(Akbar's) policy of Hindu
muslim unity. Aurangzeb only wanted to extend his empire and hated all kind of art whether it is music or architecture

He hated his father's extravagant creations.. including Taj mahal... he thought that this was a waste of money..
he also hated Shahjahan coz Shahjahan as a conqueror was defeated in many wars and that brought the whole of
"HINDUSTAAN KI SALTANAT" in financial crisis), so he imprisoned his own father

SCENE 1: ( A 70 YEARS OLD SHAHJAHAN is lying in a bed with his eyes shut.. in a small room. In the room there are

all things which he have to use for religious activities.. at the top of the shelf...

there is a window in front of SHAHJAHAN.. from there the TAJ MAHAL is visible...

he rarely put his eyes away from taj mahal... but as he has his eyes shut he is not seeing taj)

A messenger comes and says: HINDUSTAAN KE SHAHANSHAH... SHAHJAHAN ALAMGIR ( world conqueror) is coming..

( he shouts to make everyone alert... Shahjahan wakes up..)
( Aurangzeb comes.... greets his father...)

shahjahan without waisting time..asked him in anger..

SHAHJAHAN: Why did u behead DARA.. He was your elder brother...???
And why d hell u send his head to me...( crying loudly)..
He was my most loving son...
u r cruel.... u killed ur own brother and presented his head to ur father..

( The great mughal "sHAHJAHAN" was crying..I THINK every romantic and artistic person is emotional as well..)

AURANGZEB: Everything is fare in war... everyone did this.. even "ASOKA" did this..
what matters is that u have to extend and protect your empire..

and father... ( with a hint of anger ..) what u did.. except loosing wars and waisting money..

U dint know how to rule a great country like india.. u r place i m sorry is here only.. father..

U will die seeing another of ur waistage.. Taj Mahal..

SHAHJAHAN: Asoka dint kill his real brothers..

And what you call a wastage is my dream, my passion, my world, my day , my night,my love for ur mother...

AURANGZEB: World will not remember a stupid rulers love.. and his madness..

what world will remember is VICTORY... wars, Conquerors like me.. like we remember SIKANDER( ALEXANDER)..

SHAHJAHAN: The TIME WILL DECIDE THE FATE...

WORLD will always remeber love.. and always had.. right from d days of ADAM and EVE..

I know what I have created is and will be a tribute not only to ARJUMAND (popularly known as MUmtaz Mahal)

but TAJ is a tribute to love.. ,tribute to lovers, love dat never dies, love which is beyond the boundaries

of time...

(SHAHJAHAN stood up with difficulty..went to dat window with tears.. may be tears of happiness, may be tears
of his love.. may be tears of sadness..
facing his back towards AURANGZEB and face towards taj.. and said with a throat full of emotions)

SHAHJAHN : I know what i have created may be a wastage of money for some...

what i have created may be said as a mad man's creation..

BUT I know one thing.. What i have created.. May not be a miracle..

BUT ITS A WONDER..

I KNOW one day.. world full of warriors and conquerors

world full of wars and extremisms..

will remember this mad, looser mughal's creation..

will remember this as a tribute for love..

will remember this as A WONDER OF THE WORLD.....

( AURANGZEB laughed sheepishly and went back...

SHAHJAHAN died in the same room .. some says AURAngzeb killed him.. some says he died naturally

but at d time of his death.. his eyes were not shut his eyes were seeing THE TAJ MAHAL..

We hope his eyes are still watching TAJ...

AND NOW WE KNOW THAT SHAHJAHAN WAS RIGHT..

WORLD will always remeber love.. and always had..)

HE changed me....

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 00:17:59 +0530

HE changed me.....

I deleted this post because of many e mails i got from my friends suggesting its controversial nature ...

MY Talk WIth The RIkshaw waala

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 00:42:27 +0530

MY TALK WITH THE RIKSHAWAALA

It was the time of EID we celebrate it with whole lot of friends and Relatives i was coming back from a friend, at around 3 pm my bike got punctured, i was so disgusted.
As it was noon no tyre shop was opened,

Then I saw a RIKSHAW walla
he was old about 60 years had a white moustache, and white hair, he was lookin like he didnt had a bath for a few centuries, but he looked poor
I asked him whether there is any place where i could get my tube repaired, he replied with a great sense of help ( i donno wat dat mean but dat i felt) he said to follow him
I followed him walking taking my bike with me

He took me to a guy, i sat and the Rikshaw walla also sat down, i was so pleased with his attitude dat he helped me waisted his time to help me

I asked him
" How much you earn in a day"

He said
" Not much Sahab 40-60 Rs. a day, nowadays nobody want to sit in a rikshaw, sometimes if any good persons sit they give tips, thats the only way i earn my living, but some quarell for 5-5 rs. sir, they dont understand how important for us are these money "
He told me as he is reading from a pre written script, i guess his emotions had not been out for years

i said
"only 40-60 rs. thats pitty low how many are there in your family"

he said
" me my old wife, a daughter, i had a son but...."
i thought he was dead but i asked
" what but"
he said
" he went to mumbai to work in a factory.....
he took 7500 from my old earnings which i saved for my daughters wedding
its been 4 years he dint return and the money is also gone"

I saw tears waiting to come from his eyes but his sensibility stopped the tears
,he said " i dont know why i told u this but i m feeling lighter now..."

i picked out my purse and gave 100 Rs. to him
he refused but he took at the end..., i put my purse back, the puncture walla said

" sahab its done"

i checked out and found a big bolt , i thought that some buddy intentionally punctured it
but i was in such a hurry to go back home that i dint give a thought to dat

then the rikshaw wallah said
" sahab eid nahi miloge ( wouldnt u hug me ) " as hugging a tradition in eid i hugged him

this time i was in tears........

i went back home thinking of the pittty life of that riksha wallah....

my 4 years old cousin came and said to give eidi ( money given to young ones in eid)

i put my hand in the pocket and i dint find the purse, i searched the whole my house and suddenly riksha wallah's word came in my mind " they dont understand how important for us are these money "
"

The whole scene got cleared in my mind
intentional puncture, the hug
i was feeling like i was cheated but i thought riksha wallah needed that money

but one Question always triggers in my mind

WAS THAT STORY TRUE ??

I CAN NOT GET THE ANSWER I SUPPOSE

one more bedroom

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 20:20:28 +0530

ONE BEDROOM FLAT... AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER'S
LIFE... - A Bitter Reality

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree
in Software Engineer
and joined a company based in USA, the land of
braves and
opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as
if a dream had come true.

Here at last I was in the place where I want to be.
I decided I would be
staying in this country for about Five years in
which time I would
have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his
retirement, the only asset
he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.

I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started
feeling homesick and
lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and
speak to my
parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed,
two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and
discos and 2
years watching the foreign exchange rate getting
happy whenever the Rupee
value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents
that I have only 10 days
of holidays and everything must be done within these
10 days. I
got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was
jubilant and was actually
enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back
home. If I
miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching
home I spent home one
week going through all the photographs of girls and
as the time
was getting shorter I was forced to select one
candidate.

In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to
get married in 2-3
days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the
marriage, it
was time to return to USA, after giving some money
to my parents and telling
the neighbors to look after them, we returned to
USA.

My wife enjoyed this country for about two months
and then she started
feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India
increased to twice in a
week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started
diminishing. After two
more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids,
a boy and a
girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time
I spoke to my parents,
they asked me to come to India so that they can see
their
grand-children.

Every year I decide to go to India. But part work
part monetary conditions
prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a

distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message
that my parents were
seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any
holidays and thus
could not go to India. The next message I got was my
parents had passed away
and as there was no one to do the last rights the
society
members had done whatever they could. I was
depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.

After couple more years passed away, much to my
children's dislike and my
wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I
started to look
for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings
were short and the
property prices had gone up during all these years.
I had to
return to the USA.

My wife refused to come back with me and my children
refused to stay in
India. My 2 children and I returned to USA after
promising my wife
I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married
to an American and my son
was happy living in USA. I decided that had enough
and wound-up every thing
and returned to India. I had just enough money to
buy a decent 02 bedroom
flat in a well-developed locality.

Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of
the flat is for the
routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife
has also left
me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My
father, even after staying in
India, had a house to his name and I too have the
same
nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA
BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children
dancing. This damned
cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these
children are
losing their values and culture because of it. I get
occasional cards from
my children asking I am alright. Well at least they
remember me.

Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors
again who will be
performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the
question still
remains 'was all this worth it?'

I am still searching for an
answer...... ......... .!!!!

--- By an Indian SE who was in US.

Appeasing Indian Muslims

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 15:42:48 +0530

APPEASING INDIAN MUSLIMS

The whole politics of india revolve around VOTE BANk. Every party has its own vote banks. ANd whats most horrifying and unknown fact is that parties dont want to loose their vote bank at any cost.

What Samajwadi party is doin is that they are Appeasing Muslims and this discriminates the whole of UP. MUSLIMs are there vote bank( i m a muslim myself remeber a true patriotic indian muslim). This offend many of hINDUS livin there (ofcourse when SP was in power not today),

I remeber how one of my "dooor" ke relative's friend told me how they ( muslim coomunity) has suppressed the other community in their part of the city ( probably Allahabaad) he was glorifying the whole thing, he also told how SAMAJWADI PARTY helped them. I was about to ask him how this could help our community's beterment but seeing his age i kept quite
same is the case with other communities living under the shadows of this vote bank parties

May be this is not the case in the cities where we live but deep under villages political parties are increasing communalism eighter way

The political parties do not want unity between their vote bank and others
Same is the case with SHIV SAINIKS who says to respect Maratha's if u r livin in MAharashtra, thats so discriminatin thought which is against our " UNITY IN DIVERSITY" funda . The vote Bank of Shiv Sainiks are hard core Marathi Hindus as the vote bank of SP is muslims

Parties like SP want to make benefit of the urge of depressed muslim for their own sake. THEY ARE NOT THE VOICE OF INDIAN MUSLIMS

INDIAN MUSLIM dont want to get any special benefit for their( or our) being minority.

We have to rise from this smaal benefit that these parties give us ( as a MLA ticket)
and should think of major problem( AS EDUCATION, WOMEN UPLIFTMENT) that we are facin not small problem as
d Babari maszid

Modern Education ( along with religious education) should be given priority
for which only we the muslims can do not any political party

WELL THIS BLOG WAS NOT against any party coz i mentioned 2 poles of indian politics (SP , SHIV SENA)