cricket part 1

one cool evening in idrbt i was sitting doing nothing and brain (!) storming about wat i will do after going home.... my options were

1) sit in the library waiting for.. he he (but my luck here is not so good.. kabhi kabhar chal jaata)

2) play sparkle.... (not good.. pura din wahi to kiya.. fir se kya khelna)

3) read a book... (not having any good book on hand right now worth reading)

4) see tv (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak)

5) go to gym.. (ye ye.. ya this is a good option, i will rethink)

6).........

the door opens, bhadang....... and the knight enters.. i was seeing something fishy.. so got shocked.. turned around and there was pavan.. the greaaaaaaaaaat pavan.. only guy regularly sending emails........ (mginger, cut your mobile bill by 200, pass it on and save the girl, forward to 10 people in 1 minute to get good luck for 7 consecutive years (toooooooo much.. how is it possible maaaan!!!))

anyways... he is sincere in sending mails, so i like him....

ya so thing is, pavan was in my room.. its rare.. why?? because he generally comes with a new game or when we are having a meeting kind of thing.... rest of the time he is in his chair playing his game....

so i was like why he is here....

pavan : nik

niksi: ya

pavan : cricket chuddama ra!!

niksi:....................

pavan : oops, i mean is you interested in coming for watching cricket...

niksi : where ???

pavan : lb stadium raa, icl 20 20 tournament...

niksi : how?

pavan : i have pass (free)

niksi : how ??

pavan : bharatstudent.com

niksi : but, one pass, one ticket, saidullu told me.... u have ur ticket.. how can i come...

pavan : you just come re.. i have both... i promise today i will show you match (baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, i am touched )

niksi : ok, chalo...

pavan : ya came..

den we went out, sat in hmmmmmmmmmmmmm 5k i think... i was on phone.. so i told him to take purse from my pocket and buy the ticket... and here starts the murphy law.. (i hate him, kitta time waste karta hai sab ka)... by the way for those who are unaware of murphy bhai.. here are three great versions of his law...

1) when there are 50 50 chances of something going right or wrong, there is 90 % probability that it will fall wrong

2) when you are searching for a particular thing from a stack of similar such things, the thing you are searching will be the last one...

3) tomorrow is always worse than today...

so here goes pavan applying law number two..

he inserts his hand on my back right pocket.. nothing.. back left pocket... nothing.... front right pocket nothing..

pavan : nik

niksi : on phone.. raised eyebrows.. kya hai bey...

pavan : where is money ?

conductor : (shouting) ticket cheppu !!

pavan :niiiiiiiiiikkkk

conductor:tickeeeeeeeeeeet....

niksi : abids

pavan : money

niksi : bag me hai re... ya ya (on phone)

pavan : where...

niksi : angry a bit.. takes the complex problem in his own worthy hands... takes the purse out of the bag.. gives money to conductor with grin aaaaarggggggggh.. pushes ticket back in bag.. gives a nasty glance to pavan.. and goes back to phone...

we get down at abids... searching for LB stadium... and someone by the name Saidullu.... we found none for other 15 minutes... than EUREKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa.. there is the biiiiiiiiig stadium.. with the happiness felt by columbus in finding india (which was actually america, poor dude)... we entered the stadium gate... and there was the ticket counter....

pavan took out the print outs we were supposed to show before having our free ticket.... i took a look and here goes my head off...

niksi : kya hai ye

pavan :printouts ra...

niksi : aaaaaaaaaaaaargh

to cut the long story sort... he was having only one pass.. the other one was just a silly advertisement..... baaah.. now only one of us can go in... i already started looking for options, how to reach home from that place....

pavan recalled all the BIIG words he told me before coming.. and he went emotionally down...

nik... you go ra.... i will see it some other day.. i told you i will show you match.. so you go in.. i will go...

i was like.. kya hai ye.. why he is so sentimental.... i do not like crowd anyway... just came as he asked with love in his eyes... i did not wanted to break his poor heart.. (he he...)

nahi pavan.. you go beta.. i will go home.. you see and search saidullu... i will see you people on tv....

and while we were forcing each other giving QURBANI... saidullu came running...

saidullu : (shouting as if we are missing titanic ).... tondargaa ra.. ticket tisco ra.. quick ra... pavan quickly ran with a ORIGINAL PRINTOUT AND ONE FAKE PRINTOUT....

god save him (i said).. abhi security usko bahar fekti... i was already in the olympic pose of running as soon as he was caught....

but it was pavan kada... with that biiiiiiiiig eyes, innocent face, biiiiiiiiiiig smile... ticket guy got fooled sooner den i thought.. seeing pavan, he forgot to check the printouts.. just counted two.. and gave two passes... and next moment we three were running out in the crowd so as to stop any possibility of him catching us for forgery..... (in case he has a better look on printouts)........

!!!!

And finally i asked "why?"

"Ah why. you want the whole story?

All right, i'll tell you." he settled back.

"No big deal here. I was in love and now i am not.

She doesn't pay attention and i don't know where she is and, "His voice rose slightly, "I don't care where she is. She walked out of life one night and now am trying to put myself through college so i will be self sufficient before i take the next step. That's all about it i guess."

I thought that the most heart breaking parts were the things he hadn't said...... 

FEEL FEEL FEEL

GOD MADE ME LEARN THIS:

FEEL; FEEL; FEEL FOR SOMEONE; FEEL TILL YOUR HEART STOPS AND THE BRAIN REELS AND YOU THINK YOU WILL GO MAD. THEN POUR THE SOUL OUT AT THE FEET OF THAT PERSON AND THEN WILL COME POWER, GREAT STRENGTH, IMMENSE COURAGE, INFINITE LOVE AND INDOMITABLE ENERGY.

the only reality in my life and conciousness was her. all my mental powers were now turned to keep her within my reach, and keep her smiling all the time, neither of which was at all easy. i would willingly have kept at her side all the time, as a sort of parasite; but in that it was not easy. i was always racked with the thought that the boys were keeping an eye on me and were commenting behind my back. i did not want to be observed. i was becoming self concious about it. i very much wished that the architecture of the place oculd be altered so that i might go up without having anyone watch me. i didn’t liked the way they looked at me whenever i passed. i knew that an inward joke on my expense was amusing them. i think i could have ignored them but i was unable as they were my early associates.    but its all over now.   i am the biggest fool……

aaj holi rene ka.. bole to happy holi to everyone.. subah as usual utha.. had muh tinkle (ya am reading one tinkle every morning since last so many days) i feel refreshing.. abhi kya karna aisa sochna.. chutti nahi tha re.. mujhe yaad aaya sir bol ke gaye the.. 

niksi : hello, good afternoon sir.

sir : ya, good afternoon.

niksi : ..........

sir : .........

sir : hello

niksi : yes sir

sir : hmm, tell me...

niksi : wat sir... (and der goes muh heart p0unding as always, saala fir darr gaya )

sir : see, today eve i am going to rameshwar.. day after tomorrow is a holiday.. 

niksi : yes sir

sir : so...

niksi : so... 

sir : wat are you going to do..

niksi : (oh my god) mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

sir : .........

niksi : ya.. i will format those papers... but i want you to send me a copy each of the papers and reviews..

sir : why.. i gave you na..

niksi : yes sir, but drive is not working.. and i will have to search for the hard copies.. (baaaah, yaad aa gaya ye time pe.. varna mmmm mmm karke ich khatm sab)

sir : ok den search... tomorrow and saturday you do that thing.. see you on monday..

niksi : happy journey sir..

sir : ok bi..

den same night 3 o clock niksi gets a message (heavenly send.. love you o angel ).. that tomorrow is declared as a holiday for the institute.. he he... ye ye.. our institute is secular (pseudo i mean)... fatafat messaged "tringtring" (who is tringtring... i will introduce someday).. ye ye chutti.....

jitni jor se uchla tha ye football chutti sun ke.. utni hi jor se baith gaya fir.. next day kya boring tha.. was mast enjoying muh loneliness.. and phone aaya..

niksi (again) i hate talking on phone : hello

cousin : hello

niksi : kem cho

cousin : maja ma.. what is happening in hcu yaar.. i am reading all this in paper

niksi : ya.. dats because paapam.. a phd guy did suicide.. so people are fighting for him.. karke.. nothing much

cousin : ok ok

cousin : why you not going office

niksi : nahi hai (ye ye, the spirits where still right there).. aaj holiday... id kar ke..

cousin : ok darling so go to begumpet and pick up your dear aunt.. she will be der in half an hour

niksi : abba right now.. i am still half asleep... tooooooooo much (ofcourse ye sab mann me bola)... ok fine bhaiyya (aaaaaargggggggghhhhhh) i will do it.. tell me the details..

cousin : no details.. take the number, call them and take details..

niksi : (sad now a bit) ok...

cousin gives the number and hangs off...

nahana, khana, details lena kar ke i went off to begumpet station... line me masth khade rehna.. main badi line me khada raha (for the simple reason that kiosk at the end of the line was a beautiful female.. he he.. ).. 

after 20 min my number comes.. ekdum raapchik confidence me bhai bola.. gimme a platform ticket please.. kya smile tha baap... mera i mean.. 

she gave me the ticket... ajanta express kaun se number pe aata (question by niksi to her)

she : kya ajanta express.. yahan pe nahi aata.. secundrabad is the last station.. it never comes here..

ooooooooooooooooooooooo my goooooooooooooooooooooood.. cousin ki to main.... 

anyways.. thank you "behanji"... 

kya chopsi hua baap.. came out.. platform ticket ko cousin bana ke made a thousand pieces.. i am feeling so so so good... again called maasi.. told her to wait at secundrabad station.. her saviour sir nikunj will be der in an hour... (khaya bhi nahi tha kuch main pata hai)...

and the day just started... (yaar, i want boring day.. and roj kuch na kuch hota...)....................

My roots : i am confused. 

Why? 

Is the answer i am still searching for.

Do i really need you?

or is it the search for the unknown.

i want to speak out,

but to someone who could make a difference.

can i see you somewhere?

than why is it that i see you everywhere.

the feeling of being with you is still alive in me.

i'm almost a martyr of love.

i don't see a future that belongs to us together.

but i still dream of one.

people say they come and go.

so did you.

but they never told me that you would go forever.

then why did you?

i belong to where we began because i found you there.

but you ran away from all that was us.

i thought to solve the mystery.

but how can i solve,

because you met me when we began.

you are my roots and roots are not to be shared.

they are to be preserved.

to be taken care of all through the life.

because roots are not to be explored.

because they define you as you did me......

i can feel it.. kya pata..

Crawling in my skinThese wounds they will not healFear is how I fall Confusing what is real There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceComsuming, confusing This lack of self-control I fear is never-endingControlling, I can't seem...To find myself again My walls are closing inI've felt this way beforeSo insecure...Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is real Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me Distructing, reacting Against my will I stand beside my own reflectionIt's haunting, how I can't seem...To find myself againMy walls are closing inI've felt this way beforeSo insecure...Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not healFear is how I fallConfusing what is realThere's something inside me that pulls beneath the surfaceComsuming...This lack of self-control I fear is never-endingControlling...Confusing what is real ....

Am thinking i should post..... ok guys.. see ya again..

Hazaron -- Muh Favorite..

HazaaroN KHwahishaiN ‘eisee ke har KHwahish pe dam nikle

bohot nikle mere armaaN lekin fir bhee kam nikle

nikalna KHuld se aadam ka sunte aayaiN haiN lekin
bohot be_aabru hokar tere kooche se ham nikle

magar likhwaaye koee usko KHat, to hamse likhawaaye
huee subah aur ghar se kaan par rakhkar qalam nikle

mohabbat meiN naheeN hai farq jeene aur marne kaa
usee ko dekh kar jeete haiN jis kaafir pe dam nikle

KHuda ke waaste parda na kaabe se uThaa zaalim
kaheeN ‘eisa na ho yaaN bhee wohee kaafir sanam nikle

kahaaN maiKHaane ka darwaaza ‘GHalib’ aur kahaaN waaiz
par itana jaante haiN kal wo jaata tha ke ham nikle

Starting prep for GMAT

My intention is to do it thoroughly, since time is not a problem. You can give any advice and suggestion. They are always welcome.  This will be specifically useful to me since i am new to preparation. The idea is that finally i would be able to have an example in front of you, so that anyone in the future can pick up and implement the bits of information that i have here. I know, this is quite a challenging task, requiring utmost dedication towards the target and tremendous belief and self confidence. Accordingly, I've decided to work. Looking forward towards muh preparation.

IDEA IS THIS : : 

Two years to first get the devil, Then a month to tame the beast, Then lay it down, Rip out its legs, Then its horns, Smash its skull, Finally when it's totally helpless, Gouge its eyes out and pull out a 750 plus - I'm BLOOD THIRSTY AS HELL..... Just wait and watch.. HERE COMES NIK... thats me.. 

what the hell is it going on in pakistan? what is the fault of poor people? why are they being killed because of this politicians? will this bring peace in pakistan?