Kyra and Me on the beautiful GOA Beach...!!

After Innumerable Plans and failures, my gang and I reached GOA, We were planning this trip since 2008 ever since I became a college guy, but as you know, there is always a black sheep in your family [friends here], unfortunately in my circle there are too many, who turns down all the plans like anything. But that was it; we reached GOA in mid June. The scorching heat was more alarming than the excitement of being in a GOA beach. 2 days passed and we had our share of fun in the hotel and other indoor Pubs, No one among us was even talking of going out in the sun, even if it comes with the exotic Sea beach. Finally I broke the silence and convinced some of them to come with me to the beach. After all, GOA is all about beaches and what else.

Once I reached there, I found that it was the hottest summer in the last 20 years; perhaps we have reached a time when the talks of Doomsday and Apocalypse seem logical.

But in this flesh burning heat, I saw the most beautiful and comforting face on earth lying there on the sands of the beach. It was a Girl, who seemed unaffected by this scorching heat, and was the only face who looked as if she loves this heat; I was amazed to see her. I wanted to talk to her, because nothing was really comforting me in GOA apart from her. So I went to her.

“Hi...”

“I couldn’t stop myself to come to you”

“Are you actually enjoying this heat” I asked her.

“Anyways... I am Amritt, nice to meet you” I was piling on really.

“Do you want to know the secret” asked the mysterious girl.

“Yes... if there is any” I replied.

“Well, I am KYRA”

“People around here calls me the Sunshine Girl”

I totally agreed to the logic behind her nickname, she was truly a Sunshine Girl. I wanted her company as desperately as I wanted a chilly weather. Nothing attracted me more than her in the recent past. I asked if it’s okay for her to spend some time with me, the strange guy, who looks as ordinary as anything else on the planet. She agreed instantly and I loved her gesture towards me. She took me for a water sport and then to another, I hated the summer, but loving her company more than the heat. I never resisted. With time passed, even I believed there is definitely some secret, so I stuck with her and enjoyed hanging out with this beautiful girl, we went out for lunch that day and then the next day, and then the day after that. And when I finally asked her to stay Indoor one day, she asked me if I believe in Magic. I started laughing at her question...

She pulled something out of her little bag which she carried all the time; it was something that looked like a yellow lipstick, when I hold it in my hand, I read it out which said, LAKME SUN EXPERT.

“Is this your secret” I asked mischievously.

“Yes, it is”

I was amazed at the potentials of this little stick by LAKME, I thought of an idea in a flash.

The next day, I bought 100 sticks like that, and told many other girls to use it, and in a week, there was this GOA unaffected by heat, and there was more girls now with a charm like KYRA had. My friends looked happy now, and every guy looked more comforting than before. We decided to stay for another week and revolutionize this amazing LAKME product. And In the new week, there was not a single face that looked unhappy. Girls looked more beautiful and guys had the best date of their lives.

It was all happening and we just watched the world grow beautiful and untouched by Nature’s devilish Heat.

KYRA and I...

This post is written for a contest on INDIBLOGGER sponsored by LAKME.

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-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

"Passion is Beyond Reality..."

Once upon a time, there was this boy who the world called Rukhaiyaar, despite of all failures he came of age and managed to be an engineering student, but the boy couldn't preserve it, the boy failed again, failed to score, failed to perform, failed to deliver, what was always inside him. Every time the boy failed, he wrote. He wrote of his pain, he wrote how he wants to do something productive out of this life god gave him. The boy kept failing and the boy kept writing, and then one day the boy did not fail and he tried to write about his joy, he wrote with sheer passion but found out that it was no better or worse than the ones written in pain, It was then when he realized he was never sad, he was always happy, the boy was living his version of joy because he was always writing, the boy learnt that its not what you earn or achieve, it's what comes from within. The boy was never a boy, he had become a man with intense meanings of life in his nerves ever since he failed for the first time. He talked to himself, ohh dear god, if pain or joy comes after failure, don't hesitate to fail me because this is the only way I don't feel like failing, writing is my joy, not success nor anything else. Success is so temporary, but Passion, Passion Never Dies, Passion Never Will, Passion Is Beyond Reality....

-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

INTERNET IS DEFINITELY FUN

INTERNET IS FUN... Well that’s what Vodafone is trying to convince us these days... I agree totally... but not only that... Internet became revolutions for some poor souls like me...

Let me take you back to the time when I had my first PC at home... It was 2002 I had an HCL desktop, a white one to be precise ... and it was the first time I handled a PC completely on my own... so Internet or not, I found it ecstatic sitting on a computer without zero interference by fellow classmates... a month or two passed and by then I have seen every file in my hard disk ‘naked’... [Files which are unnecessary for a novice, the ones in the “C: //Windows” folder] Now the real question arose in front of me... is this all I can do with this machine which cost my dad a whopping 55000 rupees, yes computers were no cheaper then.

I went to my coaching class and while returning home, my friend told let’s do some fun on yahoo... wow, yahoo sounded fun, I never heard this word before, I mean in context to the world of internet, I watched him do chatting with some friend of his through this so called “Yahoo” . I asked him to ‘get’ me an email id... and this stud made me a rediff mail id... my first id was amrit_21america@rediffmail .com [okay... I know it sounds funny]. I kept it written in my notebook and found nothing important to do with it. Later my elder siblings gave me one legitimate reason to use internet, they kept e-mailing me from Hyderabad, where they were residing and I used to reply them back, I found it quite handful to talk of lengthy issues. So the next few years Internet was only this much to me.

It occurred to me in 2006, when I left for New Delhi to live with my Di and Jiju... I became a part of Orkut and found it real past time; I ruined my studies for this SNS... I found everyone of my school and interacted with them all, and from that on, I found Internet a real need actually. I started using Emails and sent attached files with it, with time kept passing on, I kind of evolved myself as an Internet User, from attaching Pictures with Gmails, I switched to Picasa Photo Sharing, from just listening songs on Windows Media Player, I transformed into a full time iTunes user, Downloading flash games changed into getting full version games sizing in GBs.. movies on DVDs became re-watchable on Youtube and then I found this torrent thing some years back, which made me a Movie Library Owner on my hard disk, thanks to the Indian Downloading Rules and Regulations... Before Internet, Arguments on general knowledge were left unsolved with sticking on the “point of view” conclusion, but dude... Internet made me familiar with Wikipedia, where every argument had an answer, a fact only Wikipedia could provide so fast to make the other fellows go dumb struck. It all started with the God of Internet called Google... I wanted an info, I asked Google and he used to say, “hey dude, why don’t you ask Wiki, He knows it all and He knows it the best.”

I started depending on Internet like anything... and now... as of today, if I am awake, in one way or the other, I am connected to the net...

It sure is fun.... Perhaps the funniest thing on internet...

It rocks... 

Written in context of this Amazing Contest by VODAFONE

the sound of "...Vroom... Vroom..." is all a biker wants..

The Most strange thing about me is that I am not a passionate Biker, may be an emergent one (Bikers who rides out of urgency), but when I saw this Contest about writing one's passion for bikes, I found it a rather interesting topic to write, so I asked my roommate UT if he is interested to give me some of his real life biker's code which I will later mix with my fantasies as a Biker.

Now the following lines are written by me and the words are constructed well enough by me but the soul of it does not all belongs to me, my roommate have an equal share in the below mentioned Biker Code.

First things first, a bike is not a real bike, unless it does not have a rusty surrounding, a bike should resemble an un-shaved man with a leather jacket on, not like some sweet boy, so take care of two things, first, know how clean and shining you want your bike to look and second, you don't want it in a colour like pink, yellow or light blue or any other pathetic one, a black or brown colour will do to give it the desired look. Now that you have made sure that it looks like a bad boy, you must make it sound like a roaring lion, get the kind of silencers, which gives it a husky voice that completes your bike to make an impression that other bikers will look up to. Technology is a great thing, but some old trends should never die, however convenient a shelf start is, a biker’s kick is a trademark one should never forget, and once it has been kicked, you should just forget the world behind your rear alloy wheel. Speeds are fantastic but keep it in an even proportion with the smoothness; your machine should never sound like something is pissing the gears off. This is all with the Biker’s code. But make sure, you wear something comfortable enough to enjoy the luxury being called a Biker, and don’t you ever forget to wear a helmet, it’s the second best invention after the bike itself.

- Amritt Rukhaiyaar

Bhopal: a different experience this time..

I was in bhopal 2 days ago.. I had a train to catch at 2.40 PM. Although I know, this city's development have been primarily affected by the great Bhopal Gas Tragedy but still I disliked this city for many reasons, it has no urban culture first of all, it is an untidy city to tell further and it lacks the charm of a capital city to summarise my point of view, anyways I was in the city since early morning alone and adventurous, I asked my friends, where should I go to kill time, one of them suggested me to go to DB City Mall while the other advised me to visit the Lakes, I went to the lake first, the biggest of all of 'em.
Wow.. it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen in Madhya Pradesh, I could see only water and nothing else mattered for me at that time, boats coming in and going away all the time in every possible form, the manual boats, the automatics and the motor boats, nothing mattered more than just being there between the water, I wished I had a companion so that I could try a ride too. It was called sunset point, I cursed myself for not being available at the time of sunset.  My room mate UT asked me what will I do at the lake for more than 10 minutes..? I was kind of agreed to what he questioned.. but only before I got to see it myself, what it looks like, the largest lake of the city of lakes.. I could wait there for more than 12 hours if I could, but my train was only 6 hours away from the time I went there. Ohh.. that's why they praise bhopal, it has the biggest treasure in its lakes. I loved the lake more than anything else in Indore. Indore is so artificial but this is what you call "Asli hai boss". I instantly started to admire Bhopal and looked forward to visit the mall as suggested by a friend. I went to this mall DB City, it was huge, as it was the only mall in the city, they made it large, real big, there were 2 Mc Donald's, a Dominos, a Pizza Hut, a KFC, barista, CCD and all the eating outlets sheltered under one roof, I never saw all of them in one place, that was it, I went to the third floor after I covered up the first two floors and the ground one, and I found the most interesting shop of all time: Reliance Time Out let me introduce it to everyone who are unaware of its huge collection, Reliance timeout deals in Books, Movies DVD, music CDs and other stationaries, but not like any other shop, they have every great book in their gallery, art, literature, fiction, non fiction, autobiography, photo books covering Marilyn Monroe and Elves Presley, books by Salman rushdie or the great thomas hardy collection, they have everything you can think of, and movies, They cover Shawshank Redemption to Forrest Gump, They have compilations of Alfred Hitchcock and Henry Fonda and Sergio Leone, from Clint Eastwood to Morgan Freeman, Sean Connery to Daniell Craig, there were such great movie collection, I wished I could buy the whole outlet, I left out with a Agatha Christie book, "The Man In The Brown Suit"and its a great book, I am reading it and is halfway through. Although Reliance Timeout has got nothing to do with Bhopal, but still it helped me a lot to think of some intellect out of Bhopal. I can say it now, this city has got something. I will be coming again to do some research on Bhopal very soon and perhaps with a Camera this time to show you some rare pictures too.