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Last ten days ,I have been travelling hard crossing scores of bridges and barren lands.With scorching heat teaming with high humidity was making the life tough outside.The high skyscrapers with flourishing shopping malls and taxis and cars running with snail's speed was making easy for the road side poor children to earn his livelihood. Well,this was an observation not a final verdict for the metropolitan cities which was adding to the country's GDP and also making India to stand in the row of developing nations.To break the ice,I was travelling through Delhi,Bangalore and Patna to meet my old friends.
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I was sleeping in the second AC compartment of Delhi-Bangalore Rajdhani Express.The coach was cosy and the service was second to none.The food was splendid and attendant kept asking,"Sir,Is the temperature right?".I was astonished.With the sun peeping through the window of the bathroom ,I attended nature's call with full comfort and joy.After flushing ,I opened the bathroom door only to see a couple of aunties waiting for me to come outside.The scene also had a couple of waiter running to and fro serving the passengers.The pantry car was adjacent to mine and first AC was on the other side of the pantry car.So,to create the picture ,pantry car separated the first AC compartments with the others.With empty stomach I landed on my seat and looked for the waiter for breakfast.A couple of waiters were staggering towards the other compartment (most probably 3 AC) with plates full of sandwiches and teacups.I almost shouted,"Waiter! Waiter !" but in vain .He seemed to be in a hurry.I decided to wait for his return.

I thought in meantime,I was in 2 AC ,So service should begin from first,second and then third rather than first,third and then second.I was irked a little.After ten minutes(approx) ,I saw the waiter returning with empty plates.I stopped him and asked him a couple of questions...
Me: Your service is not the Best.
Waiter:I am sorry.Sir but we are serving the best to you.
Me:You must first cover the 2 AC  before attending 3 AC.
Waiter:Exactly Sir.We serve you the best and this is not the best,Sir.Preparing the best is little time consuming.

I was puzzled and a smile spread on my lips after hearing his answer.
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Beginnning of Ram Rajya:"Tu Banega Crorepati?"[Just a thought]

The news connected:

From  elections  and  buying, Mehta and Gupta, Private and PSU, Friends and  enemy , India and Pakistan ,Congress  and  BJP or  Aam Aadmi  and Businessman ,it is never easy to choose between them.

We always read newspapers after watching 100 khabar in ony 10 minutes.Though we know the truth,we still want to re-read it.KBC is an option to become a Crorepati  but it also chooses the luckiest.

Lets forget the corruption and the dirty  politics,let us say,Ram Rajya has taken over India and there is no need to choose between Mehta or Gupta.Nobody wants to become Main Banuga Crorepati.Let us see what will happen when nobody wants to become rich,a world where everyone is happy with what he has got .Suppose this happen after 5 years ,one morning…

Leaving behind technological advances and other social turmoils which have affected human and animal race ,the human has awaken today with a new change and a new goal.He will not do anything bad.He is brand-new now.He does'nt know the word corruption or anything like that,but he remebers going to office and also eating,buying,playing,watching TV,etc and most important of them to vote.He now does'nt dicriminate between Mehta and Gupta or anything.

He has good five words printed on his mind,"Live with Equality & Spread Love".With no thugs and thiefs left,people now only know the word,"Share".Profit has lost its meaning.So has Loss.Let us see...

All  wife will say to husband,"Dont stress yourself too much,We will sort things out which is rather unusual these days where Wife says to her husband,"You can't do this...You can't do that...See Mr.Mehta...Compare yourself to Mr.Gupta...

The milkman will start saying,"The milk has 10 % water ...".

In the exams ,the teacher will never tell lie before distributing the question paper that the paper is easy.

People will say,"पहले आप,पहले आप..."|

In KBC,Big B will ask the contestant,"Kaun Banega Crorepati?" and the contestant before going for HOT SEAT will ask each other,"Bhai Sahab,Aap Banega Crorepati?"|

People will be unable to make choices and there will be chaos and confusion during election.Always the government forming in the centre will be a coalition government.So,I can say Congress/UPA will always emerge as a winner.

God,if there,will become Jobless...

[WE CAN SAY "LIFE IS LIKE A CHESS WHERE ONLY ONE CAN WIN" IN WHICH LUCK IS NOT IMPORTANT ONLY YOUR INTELLEGENCE CAN MAKE YOU BORROW EVERTHING IN YOUR LIFE.]
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My friend s Love

     55 words:limited edition fiction

The woodland shoe landed with a thud in the Capitol hill gained all attention.The table was organized with her sitting beside a handsome man;her new boyfriend.I looked into her eyes.It had tears with a smile.”Meet Manish”,She said looking at the shrimps which he  must have ordered.”I am going to marry him”,She said again now looking at the glass of wine.I was startled and overjoyed;my destiny,my love,I thought.But,Alas,she holds his hand.What happened?

His name was also Manish.  

The Sadhu who became a beggar...

T he night was gloomy and the humid with no soul walking around .Air was thin and the leaves were trying hard to move in the stillness whose origin was related to the  the earth-moon position and tidal waves harmony.The night so dark that it needed no extra adjective to describe itself.It was as dark as coal.In such night  D was almost staggering to reach his dear wife who was alone in the house.While walking across the boundary walls of an old cementary with large oak trees planted across its periphery ,he heard a murmur,"I am lost.Show me the path.I am lost..."

                                   D hesitated to turn back or look aside but humanitarian attitude of the species ,Homo Sapiens often win in situation like this.He did turned back and followed the voice which was coming from somewhere in the cementary.He reached an old grave beside which was sitting an old figure,very much alive,could be said as his murmur  could be heard clearly in that gloomy and humid night.D's heart was pounding fast but he was a man,a self made man.He was'nt afraid of such circumstances.He niether feared ghost not liked angels.But,he did put his faith in dark powers.

He asked with a strong voice,"What are you doing here".  The old man replied with his face still turned around,"I am lost.I am a man with no eyes.Please show me the path."

D said,"Come on,grab my hand."The hand felt cold in that sweating night.

The man turned around,a man in his fifties with a long face decorated with an unevenly grown beard.His attire was not of my desire but for sure,his outfit best suited his beard.His attire needn't  need description. Nonetheless,he could be compared with a Sadhu.A sadhu ,the thought made D think about the existence of God which he has always denied.

"Why are you here?",he asked.

"I am lost.Take me out of here.See,I cannot see?",the old man of the cementary replied.

D observed his eyes closely.It where not the eyes of a blind.It had a glow like that of a sadhu.He can see.D thought.

"But you can see.You are not blind from your eyes."D said in a confident tone.

There was a silence for a second.Silence in such grave silence,for a second.

"Yes ,I have eyes.Real eyes.But i am blind.My inner eyes is unable to see anything.I see but i cannot see.So,you can see ,why i cannot see.",the old man started talking aesthetic.

"Are you an alien.",D tried to confirmed.

"What is an alien?",The man murmured in confusion.

"Never mind",D said.

A sadhu who wanted to be a beggar;a rich beggar.Making a plot of something deep and spiritual to elude D in order to make some easy money  was going to take an ugly turn of which the sadhu was not aware of.Their is not much difference between a sadhu and a beggar.Both roams,one in search of God and Peace while the other in search of easy money and food.One is given respect while the other is never invited.Both wears simple just enough to cover the body.But still sadhu has been respected since ages but now in this modern times ,even sadhu s are finding a hard times for survival.Today’s hectic scenario has given limited space for his movements.And this old sadhu by the grave was one of the victim.A victim of times,circumstances and events which was never in the favour of their fraternity.

Mr .D took the old man from the cementary to curvy and bumpy roads to a nearby slums which was not far from the city.Slum dwellers on seeing D closed their windows and shut their doors giving a gesture of the arrival of a fearing and heinous creature.The old man was unaware of the conspiracy which was being woven inspite of his presence.May be the old man,the sadhu was hungry of popularism and afraid of loneliness and abandonement which his sadhugiri has given him.This must have blinded his inner eyes .This must have blinded his faith and ignorant to his own knowledge which he has been spreading for  years,to adapt with circumstances .He was lost.

D took him to a old cemented cottage among hundred of jhoparis.He was’nt as afraid because he was’nt aware and also because he  was alone in the nasty world which thinks of everyone but cares for none.The world which has sympathy in its dictionary but denies the  existence of word empathy.The Dark Lord or Modern Day Mafia with dark powers appeared before them.A tall,cunning-looking and sharp-eyed holding a cigar between his lips appeared from the darkness;the darkness which mocked the kerosene lamp which with its weak luminance was trying to remove darkness.Mr. D presented the case of inner eyes Vs outer eyes.

The mafia said,”Hmmm.His inner eyes has gone blind.”.

“Ji,Sahib”,D replied .

“Hmmm.If he can’t see with the outer eyes,then we need to do urgent operation.”.the mafia said in hurrying tone.

The sadhu  was taken inside for operation unaware of the happenings.He has submitted himself to the circumstances.

Meanwhile,the voice of the Mafia roared,”This sadhu will make a good beggar”.

The Sadhu ,poor old man cried in pain ;pain accompanied with a smile because his outer eyes were showing him the world which his inner eyes has never dreamed of.

What THe Ffuckkk

Working as an engineer in an captive power plant of an Aluminium company is quite interesting.I ,recently ,conducted a poll around my place.I asked a simple question from almost more than hundred persons.                                

Of which material is the Pepsi can made up of ?

It was interesting to know that the material is Steel.

Wtf……..!

I will tell you an another incident which occured to me while travelling from Renukoot to Howrah…

I was in SL compartment.Three passengers from Renukoot were discussing the Politics.Aw! Politics…Congress…etc The topic of discussion shifted from Congress to Sachin  to Kumar Mangalam Birla to Condoms to Science and finally settled to the petrol prices.

P1:Chopan has arrived .

P2:Yes,see the wagons carrying bauxite…

P3:You know,bauxite is use to make iron…

When i turned to see the wagons carrying bauxite,i found it to be Coal…!

wtf…..!

Cigarettes-’C’ grade or ‘SEE’ the grade before smoking

Cigarettes are injurious to health
This is a fact which we don’t want to accept in our consciousness.How do we define smoking?Is it a habit or an habit to get addicted towards this fucking smoke.Usually,we start our smoking career with Gold Flake and then the journey begins ending somewhere near our home or when we approach our respective girlfriends.The journey here refers to the physical path chosen,not the poetic one.I don’t want you to get disappear in the web of different figure of speech.What is Gold Flake or the more appropriate question in demand by the smokers fraternity would be Why always Gold Flake? Gold Flake is available in abundance,it is cheap,it is made by ITC or it has got a small filter or does the smell gives the audience the indepth sufficient reason to assume or better say belief that this guy is a born smoker.Damn!this smells like a cigarette.Believe me,other flavour of cigarettes hav’nt got the perfect scent to be defined as a cigarette.Then why not Flake?It has got the smallest filter,smells like a ‘Oh!Someone is smoking ‘.The reason known to me are it is a low quality one and most important one,it is dangerous to health.The journey started with Gold Flake moves to various cigarette stop like Navy cut, Classic, Menthol, Marlboro,Black,Cigar etc.A Cigarette like a Olympic baton always gets passing into different hands.Cigarette can be termed as a baton of smoke.If cigarette is a lightening then smoke are the clouds.In today’s scenario,cigarette has not seen any technological advances.The baton is as it was before.The clouds carry the same color.The fire burns the lungs with an increased intensity.Nothing has been done.We are aware of a powerful tool called as nanotechnology.The baton should be made of different shape and sizes.The clouds can be given different colors as gold vases are given by altering the electron distribution at the microscopic level.Today cigarette is losing its fashion.It is becoming either ‘C’ grade or, we say ‘SEE the grade before you SMOKE’.