pune sify and now

It was early in the evening,not morning, i managed to pack my red koutan bag and one black reebok small bag,without giving any notice and not even a hint,i left my job.Donot worry,everything was planned.The one thing about being in pune is you often feel like energetic,full of zing,or might b due to age factor.What i m understanding during my two years of stay in Delhi.My sheer excitment of getting the chance to leave this country for a long time was making me extra wild and calm also.Being uniform for too long is never easy.Acceleration is something as important as firecrackers during Diwali.Too much analogy is also boring.So back to the scene,i left my flat,at 4 pm.The departure time of the train,patna-pune was still almost around 3 hours away, gave me,one of the most pleasant 2 hours of my life.No matter how much you regret something later in life what you have relished once,this mind is a terrible machine,when you want to remember something good from your past,doesnt come easily,and the thing what you want to forget,can keep you hitting second after second.

Went to the platform number 4 i guess,not sure though.What happened to my memory? Carelessly dropped my bags on the untidy station near a tea stall,typical filmy elan,looked around whether anybody is smoking or not.Most of the times,it is me only who have the guts to *banter* people by starting something new in an indecent way.Recently i did one.No body was smoking,but i had to,else i couldnt mull of enjoying my journey.As i had ample of time in my hands,and given my love for bookstores especially at railway stations.It would b unfair to shun,so i went there.Often, first i view other people what kinda books they are looking for and then according to the horde around me and their taste,i fumble about my choice of books.And when you see,sixty years old gentleman looking for something like ” the history of american politics” forty years old lady carefully asking for “manorama+grihshobha”.No wonder guy like me had to buy something which wouldnt create an earthquake for the lady if she sees me getting a copy of 8 years Debonair.Manners first,Choice later.So i bought a book FPS.As i was about to turn from the bookstore,one amazingly sweet sound socked my ears.My ears were totally clean,so not an uphill task for me to fathom that it was from a girl.

She:-Hello,could you pls look at my luggage,i need to go outside,some urgent…
Me(hmmmm,kya baat hai God Ji jab dete hain toh chhapar far ke dete hain):-Why not,but when will you come back?

She:-5 to 10 mints actually my mother is suffering from paralysis,just sudden attack…so….we are goin to Delhi …
Me: Oh sure dont worry,i m taking care…

She nervously started taking strides big enough to make horse a hare.When she went then only i realised that i have forgotten my book at the stall.You have to pay the price in life for getting good things,isnt it? Luckily,it was there only on the stall.As she was going away from me,i looked on her entire figure.A tall girl,mercilessly innocent,hair upto neck only.Covered herself in purple green salwar suit,minimum make up,infact nothing.By face,though its not easy to gauge the age of a girl,but i thought she would b around 20 maximum.Anyway,i stuffed my book into my reebok bag.Confused,mulling like-hey God,is there any bomb inside the samsonite?? Is she a suicide bomber? But when you are heading for your dreams,you are bound to b positive,unless you are not Anupam.

Railway station was bubbling with crowds.Families rushing for trains to catch,coolies hopping onto from one platform to another with their heads straight loaded with bags and vips.Some of them were spitting gutkas without taking take care of this civilised society.i also spitted twice pan parag.Glanced at my watch,still i had 2 hours more.So my nascent thoughts of that lass had time to grow and flourish unless i dont spit on her bags.ten mins passed,i wanted to go outside to see her again.hmmmm.Why should i wait? she might b in some help? With whom her mother was coming? The flood of questions started drifting from the left side of my brain to the right.And my own dreams sometimes stopped me to think about her.She is just a passenger.Chill.She will come,no need to waste your time on the things,like girls,plenty of them.And i have already one,not good to b a flirt.

I will finish this post later.stay tuned.

Beauty

 The  beauty of life  I  miss when my thoughts race  in an  unsteady   speed

  Is worrying about problems is  the solution or it is just i m wasting time?

   Snatching  what i have   for granted   instead  of   appreciating  the good   in life that  awaits

    Do  i not take   notice of  the gestures   others show   or do i  just bank  past experiences  that arise  which    bring about just   detests

      Life is   just too   short to have fun    and feel the joy of giving  and sharing  one’s self  as  i wake up    to   a  brand new day

      To   surmount   the small   unimportant  trivial matters  that mount   because of the lack of    not understanding    one’s   self  and   not applying    one’s faith   by turning n running  away

     I  see   around    feel  whats   before me     and   come to notice   i have   a  choice   either to live    life to the fullest   or just   watch it  go by

      Life is   what you    make  of it    and  how  you perceive    yourself     by making  positive choices  decisions    that you willl    remember    and know   as   your time  has  passed    that you will nt have to ask  yourself why??

     Struggles   and   challenges   of making a  decent  living   and caring for one’s  self   and   loved ones    is what  most  us live for

     Its   the  gumption   to make  our  lives  better    meaning ful  and happy    as   difficult  as    this is   to achieve     when we  fall short of our expectations    and  cry  out in   total  silence   of wanting  more n  more

     I m   a guy  who   accepts   the good with bad   very happy i m and   alive    to b able to view  life     as  the guy    who   i m  without regret   and  sorrow  

    I  live    for today    to know my   horizon   can    b reached     for it is   TOMORROW! !

       

life.years.months. weeks. days. den?

My  little little fingers are still in no mood to run on the keyboard properly.but anyway fingers are back to keyboard.i just cudnt help it anyways.lemme see.cool.here i start.

           Ladies and gentlemen,a very happy new year to all of you.happpy new year to u.ur pet dogs.ur family.ur neighbours.ur postman.ur washerwoman.chill 2008 to all of you.

                   My love with insomania is still alive.yesterday i slept around 3am.did things.read books like always in the night.only good habit what i have point sud b noted.really.the year 2007 was pretty resonable.nothing changed during 2007.externally.same height.same hair style.now slightly more untidy i guess.i still munch same chewgum.i still enjoy same  people.the only thing what has changed is my perception regarding myself.the best what i have found in 2007 was that i needed  to fathom why m i so typical? why i mull about things which have values only in the K-serial.even i abhor den .another disgusting nature.But i have surmounted that typical nature.accepted my landlord as he is,wore shirts what i hate to buy.By the way,listen one song.bus ek baar kaha mera maan lijiye.nice song.I managed to start a blog and keep it going.despite knowing the fact that many of u have had strong urge to send me mail bomb and end this drama of writing.but this is the only drama i like to play.scripting things without realities.I still love same girl,u might have heard of  Juhi Chawla.yes same. 

                  I developed this uncanny funny knack to know when to stop.and i feel i sud stop now.Kyon aur likhon??VERRY vERY Happy new year to al of you again. make urself happy,make others happy atleast make me happy.seriously.

on the juke box:main yahan hoon yahan,janam dekh lo mit gayi dooriyan.main yahan hoon yahan.

jana kidhar hai kaka…

See, i really donot care if anyone reads this.I have fun writing what i enjoy really.But still if you   read    my blog and donot comment,this is not fair at all.I m a half vegetarian,or mostly.I m not goin to gobble  you unless I m deadly hungry.We can b frnds,good frnds,infact I can actually help you how to surmount from emotional  problems.Point should b noted,no seriously.So do leave a comment.May   b  your desire to heave me in    Somalia.What you cant do online.

                   Life is  not a funny flick Anupam!You have to learn to b serious like me.I m really serious now regarding evrything,even to pay the rent on time.May b world thinks being serious is equal to being responsible.A guy who looks very serious may b very particular about his office.The world thinks a guy who looks straight is mulling about something vital and spiritual.But may b I m not sure though he is just serious b coz of some serious stomach problem he has had for the last 1 week.May b.Or may b suffering from diarrohea made him to b come serious and gaunt like  a camel.May b. 

                                This is the way,kids are brought here,enjoying something is not useful,they have been hearing.Richa enjoys playing with her barbie doll,her mother twists the neck of her doll,tells her to finish the next chapter of algebra.Chantu enjoys essaying cricket in the terribly dirty play ground,his fathers burns the bat and orders him to study how subhash chandra bose started his mission.Surbhi enjoys scrabing her nose,but her mother slaps her so hard she has forgotten her own name.It seems like if you are enjoying,you are making enemies at home itself.

                   So  Richa  Chantu   and  Surbhi grow up to b fine young beautiful men/women/whatever who think anything near to enjoyment is useless as futile as porous condom.Success is not about enjoyment.It is sheer hard work,struggle,long journey,and    a        bit of sweat too.And this makes  success mutually exclusive with enjoyment really.If you want success donot enjoy,hey u harking??

                    Chantu,Richa,Surbhi all would die one day(bhagwan jee aisa kabhi na ho).Gone.No more.Hey guys,you left you left your dollars,cars,flat screen TV everything down here.Do i call blue dart?? to send all these up there…tell me.When it all has to end one day.Then whats the point in living life so gravely.Why crib so much about next job,next promotion,next sms next  and next.you see this next never ends till we are alive it goes on.By the way,I m sufferring from cold yet again.Fuck.All of you will die or not tell me no seriously.Even if you are not a chronic smoker like me,den also.So i smoke.But I donot drink(daactaar nurseee   main mar na nahi chahta).And what m i waiting for? For my bunglow for my ferrari,for my lazo and for my parents.For life to hurl something on me which will make me happy for ever?? I donot think life would it.Nothing can make u happy  perenially really.not having  Deepika padukone as ur wife.You want a big car and one day you get it.then again you want more flashy car and you get that also.one day you b come fat and you get a cycle to leave all those material things you worked hard to grab.painful.No outside thing can bring ever lasting happiness.Your happiness is not in 13 hour job,your happiness is right here,smell the rose,look at the sun,feel the light breeze and smell my socks.

                                   You think I m a spoilt guy without emotions,insensitive,yet to encounter the real hard life?You think I donot have worries,you think i donot have any panging memories.I have perhaps more twinge in my ass and heart than most of you really.But its when life  threatens to screw you that you need to smile and need to write all these.Its not really like i m putting my fake attitude when my insides wants to cry.I m not goin away from my pang,i have learnt to b happy in any situation really.Taken responsibility of my pain and laughter together to embrace as long as i can.Being serious is so easy really.I refuse to b serious and intense.I dont need reasons to b happy.i cant wait.A happy heart is not a product of two solid reasons.So m happy without reason.You too smile right now ! ! kal ho na ho.Oye Sohniye Ye naam kuch suna suna sa lag raha hai.

on the juke box: mere sanam mujh ko teri kasam,tujh se beechhar ke mar jayenge hum…

meri wife contest !

Milieu here in Delhi is getting parkier with every passing day.And like always I have started  wearing sweater much befor than normal people think of covering themselves to protect from cold.So kiddish.Our goverment has been quite unfair for not giving paramveer chakra to my parents for tolerating me till today when I m on the verge of marriage.So anyone who will walk with me for whole life will score perfect ten on the scale of typical bhartiya wife.I m goin to spew 6 things what I would like to have in my life partner.Here goes ..kasam deepika ke ek choti ki.maar dala kaatil ne ! !

The simple shy salwar-suit wali

          Chand jaisa ye chehra,ek nasa sa aankhon main dheere dheere chhata hai.When I heard this song,my brain,kidney,intestine everything since then,whenever I imagine my dream girl,these lines start playing in the background of my mind.Plain face.No make up.Nazuk.Ek choti.Few just two blue bangles.Ek red bindiya.Shy.Innocent.Incredibly cute.White salwar-kameez.While walking eyes always on the road.No tak jhaak.Hai main mar janwa tere walk pe.The so called halter top low waist jeans,smoking fags,using foul words,changing boy friends like lindsay lohan,calling her self smart,independent,working for MNC,is a terribly wonderful thing for tobacco company,for shakti kapoor,for levis,but for me typical indian girl is always remains my dream girl.But oyee laaazwanti,not tooo shy ! !

   Me(back from office)-Knock Knock.Oye meri lazo,darwaza toh khool.

   She(very softly)-suno jee mujhe badi sharam aati hai aapke saamne aate shy feel hota hai.

  Me(keeping my tone low,padosi log dekh na le sun na le)-Meri lazo,ab kya sharmana,its been good 3 years now since our marriage now.chill.chill.

  She(giggling softly)-ueemaaa, nahi jee,aap abhi bhi bilkul stupid ho,

  Me(hitting my leg against the door)-Teri blue salwar suit ki kasam ab na khoola toh…….

    I really die for shy girls.I mean.But yes donot like to hit my leg against the door all the time ! !

without ego(most vital)

      Madam jee is graduated from putative institute then her ego will b not less than (?).Her ego should b as weak as condition of a thief in Dara Singh’s house.She should b like *do u remember Anu how I  yelled at your boss’s house while dinner after one lizard started crawling on my left cheek.I m such a stupid still.*May b thats y I never get attracted toward any girl from RECs or any other good institute.They keep elephant sized ego with themselves often uselessly.

   dusre ki baat mat sun meri lazo

             Now she is married she is getting exposed to typical indian fat neighbours,frnds,who have only one work,how to ignite fire in a cute sweet girl.They walk over sometimes at my house for *thoda dahi hai* and in the process hammering my lazo by tacky words like *how do u stay with him,he is coming late from the office.Never we see you goin outside for shopping and etc etc*.He is really a typical small nut.We know a very good lawyer.You deserve a better life sweet girl like you.I swear,I donot want to lynch these rotten women,and put their bodies in the nearby dustbin and next day National Commission of Women starts shouting in front of my house.Instead,I  would expect my lazo should have her own mind to judge whats good for her and what not.A trust in me.Unshakable belief in me.Typical chilled out girl.

  Bantu chantu ke papa aaj movie sovie dekh ne chalte hain

               Now  kasam  Hema Malini ki aawaj ki,the girl who actually laughs at johnny lever and govinda combined without pinching my cheek is my girl.Funny.Because it shows she likes brain-less stuff rather than movie like black.No seriousness plz.Flippant by heart.This kind girl will score ten out of ten in the contest *kaun banegi meri patni*.During ladka Ladki ko ek baar mil le time infact i would like to discuss …

  Me-hey have u seen biwi no 1?

  She-yes,so funny,

   Me-what about jUdi no 1?

   She-extra sweet…saw it 4 times.!

   Me-and mujhe se shaadi karogi?

    She-sab se best….ek dum fundoo

    Me-oyee lazzoooo this is real life question.

     myself(quite close things)

                  i write real shenanigans.I write whatever I wish.Whatever i enjoy .Donot wish to know your view regarding this.kasam natthu ke bald sir ki.Now a normal girl reads this blog and mulls *what a crap this guy is*.such a horrible grammar.and so soon.She hates  me for writing such weird things and she calls someone from UAE to kill me and flings my body in front of a lion.I will marry a wooden stick rather than you really.I mean girl should nt consider her self perfect.Chill yaar.Ek dum chill.Just leave me the way I m this is my biggest asset.

           needs of life

                  Now life is not only about sweet smiles and ek choti.Her basic funda of happiness should mtch with mine.Thats too necessary to relish life.I enjoy my work,but I keep a big picture everynight before I sleep.Picture of family,parents,happy milieu at home.Money is a parker pen to bring comfort for family and happiness.Money is a pen to write limited happiness.She has to understand this.If she loves pen more than happiness she must get in touch with a lawyer sooner will n better.

                          Another thing she is married with me and after 3 months she yells infront of her frnd.*see this stupid face guy is my husband*.But I donot really want red lips rich dad in  law jheel se aankhon wali girl who grizzles often about the standard of sofa set.Life is not a bollywood movie where i will sink myself in her eyes.Pink lips and tacky mental level is not something on what happiness can born.Abhii buss itna mangata hoon ganesh jee se..If you think you have it in you to b come mrs Jha.Pick up ur cell phone and sms me.Oye sms mat kariyo aise hi paise waste kar wa raha hoon.goin to sleep now.finger is paining acutely.kasam lazo ki ! !

                 

                  

will b off 4 sometime

These days I have been discussing only about success with my pal.SUCCESS.Am i on the right track?Will i b able to hire Kareena and Amrita together for one single day? Am I moving towards that platform when I will b called highly successful? I guess I need centuries.Will Java really offer me life of peace? Will I b able to book Air Deccan for one night where there will b only two souls one will b Anu and another guess? No pilot No sultry beauty to offer cofffee,and I will have full freedom to hijack that plane to Maldives for Diwali.I donot think it will ever happen. 

                                 Actually I have been swapping my concept of success with my buddy.We were flipping through magazines news paper etc talking about big people how they started something from nowhere and yet established everything before 40s.A guy graduated from REC very displined used to study from the first to the last day of the semester.Got in campus interview,left that just in 4months.He went to MIT after cracking GRE with impeccable score.Finished his studies got in several MNCs now with exp of 4 years.He is now  about to b come Director of some leading Telcom corp inUS.That is success.!! That is success because the society thinks to b successful means you have to go US you have to spend time there.No matter how much peace and love you have here it is useless buddy.Money is pivotal and for that one trip is vital you can miss to say Hi to your mother but you need to reach pheerangi land.

                   But I guess not guess I m sure.If I let society define success for me i will never b able to get my own success.We donot have our own yardstick to gauge success.We are told successful means you need to get into IIT IIM  and minimum NITs/RECs.I want  an easy life.But i will b successful only if  I work for some MNC in phoenix US.Wait this doesnt make sense much.I will b successful as per society even though i m not enjoying it,nah this is total bunkum.I wanna spend time with family,but i will b successful only when i m at a job where i work day in n day out in some pheerangi land,without mental peace.Kids are crazy to get into IITs IIMsand if not then u minimum need NITs/RECs and some  s.p.jains narsee monjee etc to b come successful.A collective definition of success has been fed into their minds.  

                   So whats the way out? Seems i need myown definition of success,which will have things what i want from my self.Not the things which makes us successful in the eyes of others.Including girl friend.This is sad sweeety.Grow up.This sounds right.We all need our own definition of success.U may go to US u may work hard to get into some decent engg college later decent MBAcollege.Its upto u.

                   Anyway this is just my view.This is my last post before diwali.And i m getting busy guess wont b able to scribble anything for sometime.So have a wonderful diwali to  all of you.Full of peace no more rona dhoona no fever no late coming no missed calls.Just peace.

                      

ye blog nahi..dil hai mera..

Hey how are you? Fine great…no not feeling great ok.Then also donot shower your depression on me.I m in no mood to get watery from anyone,not even my socks.I m feeling the first blow of winter here in Delhi.Especially in the morning.Early sun adding the required masala which makes milieu quite sizzling.This is sizzling I tell you.And I would like to get immersed in this beautiful canopy of life.Music is doing great in this room.It seems life has suddenly turned into something I dint expect 4 days back.Ok Ok.The echoing of wishes from someone hitting my head severely.And I m relishing that echo I tell you.Everything seems in ideal condition except the smell coming out from the bathroom.Else,life is getting calmer.Just 30 mins back I called up at home.Enjoyed the talk with papa n mummy.Though still I m feeling sleepy b coz of the effect movies which I have seen yesterday night.Making my eyes like a growling puppy.Anyway now time has come to swing the thoughts swirling in my mind for last 2 weeks.

                                  O dhayan se read kar aisa nahi lagta hai.main koi suchiii future writer hoon.Ok Ok nahi hoon.I know I m dishing out useless stuff often.My life.Not Java.Technical stuff I really donot enjoy.Ok donot tell yell to me hey I m goin US for 7 months on a project.Else I can hurl you somewhere around the toilet of Hillary Clinton.These days I m under certain kind of treatment.Regarding the inflow of  worms inside my stomach.Ye worms ko koi place nahi mila sab se faltu main.I have taken my break-fast now on blog after that..oh wait between that I called up home yes. My excitation level has been growing without boundries when I think of my life after exactly 6 months from today.Means-Ye secret hai..nahi batana hai.Suspense hai.Suspense,Horror,Bhoot these words has been glued with me like the cap of Himmesh Reshammiya’s  on his head.So let the suspense grow naturally  fundoo things needs freedom.Donot worry I m not getting married.I m in yet-to-understand state when it comes to this big M.I swear on my present GF.I remember still what I had written today on14th  October 2006.So I donot need now proof in my hands telling everyone hey I m alive doing great.I know I m at better end of life.Abee end nahi ye dusra end hai.

                                This blogging thing is like you cant froce it to piss something when ever you wwant.It comes without signal.Writing is a mooooody stuff.There are times when I mull over so much to write I fail to even write about my own name.There are times when I just wish to capture every moment through this blog I have through.May I m an indecent crap guy who have very little ken reagrdingt how to talk to a lady.May b my grown up brain cells are yet to discover the beauty smitten with the word woman.May b I have done masters in Heart Ko Break Karo from the college of lovers.May b I m good for nothing.May b I m useful  only for my parents.And for little tommy(kutta at home).Despite all,I m better at when it comes to how foresee life unfolding in front of me.With so much minimal expectation from my self I guess I m not goin to come across any big hurdle in coming time.Less ambition less pain.Satisfacion doesnt come from achieving goals.It comes from admitting the fact that what you have its good.A feeling of this kind can make life smoother very much like the state of mind I find  when I listen songs of my choice.I m a good singer O not joking.I still can imagine the situation the troubling one the 1st horrible moment of my life when a 17 years old chubby got circled by 3 tigerly textures with face of an accident victim.I mean the time when I got ragged 1st time during ragging period.And there were two things which used to save me from our seniors.First was maths(being a state topper i need answer every steps of how to find integration of log(sina)).And another was my singing habits.Apart from these two things another thing where I can really do well is cricket.I m a good cricketer.May b now I donot like to watch Rohit Sharma or I prefer often Sourav.But my heart goes boom boom whenever I remmeber the days of college playing matches against Maharasthra Family.Skilled equally well at both battingand bowling without coaching.I never took any coaching classes for anything not for even IIT-JEE.Not for GRE..despite being from typical hindi medium school.Not for anything I just donot believe.God had been kind to me.If I m enjoying something I donot need help.And the moment I feel that now I need help.I just stop doing that thing.Problem ye hai ki main bahut kam chig hii enjoy karta hoon.Not even the smile of D.P.(TERA SMILE TOH DEKHA NAHI ABHI TAK)

                               Chaloon abb dost saheb sleeping abhi tak.My bossom Ashish Jee.We have akinness of twins.From texture to character.It seems we have understood each other so well that even after 7 years of college life we brawl like a 1st year guys.OkoK OK…jada likha toh fir fight hoga.We just made things better for each other.Typical G-Bond.

                        Before I log off I guess I m missing something to mention.Chal bhool ja.And thanks for your wishes my best frnd.I HOPE YOU DRIZZLE MORE LIKE THIS EVERY YEAR.

                                    

incomplete…!!

Time:9:55am 

Place:Vasant Kunj,New Delhi(pin code de doon kya),

A more precise place:On the chair legs sprawled out(imagine how I type).

State of Mind:Just-out-of-the-toilet,….Any vulgar use of words  with sexual connotations is due to lack of breakfast(When I m hungry I think sexy) and  a acute pain came from the bizarre position I slept in yesterday night.

 First of all I m not sad.People are zigzagging around the radius of 1.8m after reading  my last  2  highly decent cultured posts.Considering all my sins laziness,lack of good english,and some more I think career wise I m moving good.I mean,the moment you come to know about your bad things,you have controled your 50% of your future mistakes.And I have done that by writing 2 really soft posts.So apart from career I have one good frnd.My relation with him is like what you donot see often.We know each other for the last 9 years.Ahhh,not just we know,actually we know each other so well that even Bipasha can now think to make a call to one of us  to know the hidden secret of this relationship,so she can use it at the time of crisis.I mean I have one really good frnd.Thats it.Keep it simple.Now family,God No words take my Kidney take my intestine,brain cells(not useful though for others),take my evrything all money,but Not Family.They are my biggest and the most divine power.I love them more than I love myself after G.Ok Ok….and along all these things I have started loving my landlord whoose baldness  reminds me of Prem Chopra.Though,I guess by character he is a kool gentlemen.(so cheek na head …)So on the whole life is good.In this kool mental state only I guess  Himmesh Reshammiya’s can make me violent.Yesteday just I was hearing him and I  growled to the gentleman who is working with some MNC(Ye dilli main saaare airu gairu nathhu kahiru MNC main ke job karne lagte hain????) abee bhai saab aapki shaadi hui hai? He asked why? Are you really inclined to know why?? Yes yes tell me..1st you stop this music.!!!

                       So I m not sad.But even though,I have a little thought nibbling on my head often these days.I have lived a long life by now.So much that now I even donot have time to think of how I lived those years.What was my purpose 4 years? And what it is today? Same or its something different something I dintfeel that time.May b things have changed and reached somewhere from there I m unable to see that dream of mine.May b  I  have compromised,may b I have seen people working  a like mundane beggers.And i have learnt to b come like them…..Wait i sudden urge now to smoke and i donot have single and the nearby kiosk is also closed today so i have to run some long distance to smoke.If I will return back safely i wll finish this post rite now today else…Ramm jaane Raaam Jaaneee..

I m back….

Blogging is something I cant shun for a long time.I guess almost 6 months back I stopped blogging.Due to too much work pressure and a kind of onus I had during that time.I thought it would b better I take a respite for sometime.But now things are better.I m trickling impeccably with my career.Writing is something I live with.No matter how much my cell phone rings,no matter how much mental tension I get after breaking promises,I never want to stop writing.So sir/madam and all the good people of the world,I m back. As rite now this is enough,I guess……more will come as they say in teasers–*watch this space more to come*.