"The Most Tiresome Day of My Life.."

If I remember my past & predict my future , that day in 2008, which I am going to talk about, was and will be the most tiresome day of my life.

It was 6:30 AM when I woke up in the hotel room in Calcutta. The 1st two minutes were insane, I left the bed and started running like a mad man, from one corner to every possible end of that goddamn hotel room. Then suddenly 'realization struck' and I accepted the fact that I missed my flight to Bangalore which was at 6:15 AM (and I was supposed to report the airport at 4:30 AM)

For the next 15 minutes I cried, for the hopeless teenager I was, and I kept crying until I checked out from the Hotel. I reached Howrah station and called papa (still crying) to tell him how I screwed, thankfully my father stayed calm and told me to take the first train back home.

At the ticket counter, I inquired for the earliest possible train to take me home, The man at the counter advised me to take the Poorva express, I bought a general ticket, given I couldn't get a reservation at that time and reached Parasnath Station in the worst possible way, some 4-5 hours later.

As I reached Parasnath, I wanted to afford a Personal Taxi to give my bum some luxury, but since the day was so fucked up, the universe conspired and I couldn't get one. So, what happened that I took a shared tempo for my 40 kilometers ride home with the local rural people and travelling with them was damn irritating, for there used to be occasional laughters after every speed breaker gave them a bump.  Also I was least interested in living my MOHAN BHARGAV dream after missing a flight, so everything irritated me at the time.

Now, I reached the Barakar Bridge, the one constructed in the 1940s or later, well, as it happened, it collapsed a few weeks earlier and every passenger in the tempo was supposed to carry their luggage and cross the water-less river under the bridge. I did the same, painfully carried my two big bags on my back, took another auto on the other side of the bridge and sat in the same fashion. (fashion..?? did I just say fashion).

At around 2:45, I entered Giridih, [my hometown] and sat on a 'personally hired' three wheeled paddle rickshaw and reached home at 3 PM. Later in the evening, after having a good 3-4 hours sleep, as I was sitting idle on my terrace, I realized, that the most tiresome day of my life also happens to be The International Labor's Day. 

It was May the 1st.

Well, I did celebrate it, I guess.

Director's Cut by MK Raghavendra: Book Review

This post is part of the Write Tribe Festivals of Words-3 and today's prompt is Book Review.

I love films, not only watching it but also reading and knowing it. I can read anything that has Cinema as the background. This is what attracted me to MK Raghavendra's "Director's Cut: 50 Major Filmmakers of the Modern Era."

Director's Cut is a take on the film making styles of the greatest directors of the modern era. The book starts with an introduction section,which explains the pattern using which Mr. Raghavendra chose the best 50 directors among all the great filmmakers we have ever watched. 

The Pattern is actually very intelligent, he chose 1960 as a cut-off date as he believes the french new wave, which is one of the most influential movements in cinema commenced around this time and cinema became Modern only during this era. 

Since the title of the book contains the term Modern Era; we shouldn't have any grudges with the Author for not including legendary filmmakers like Billy Wilder, Alfred Hitchcock, Charles Chaplin and Orson Welles as their greatest works was witnessed before the 1960s. Instead he put the spotlight on directors like Luis Buñuel, Werner Herzog and Béla Tarr. 

There are 50 chapters in this book, each dedicated to a director. Beneath the name of the director, there is a tagline defining the basic theme they have followed in almost all of their films. For example, below Steven Spielberg, you will see the words "Family Matters." 

Spielberg always portrayed family as a valuable entity in most of his films like there was a family that struggled together in "Jurassic Park", hundreds of Polish families were saved in "Schindler's List", a mother and son was reunited in "Saving Private Ryan". A Mecha [Robot] was given the love of a mother in "Artificial Intelligence" and a man returns to his family in The "Terminal." 

MK Raghavendra also included legendary directors Akira Kurosawa, Ingmar Bergman, Woody Allen, Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino, David Lynch, David Lean, Satyajit Ray and many other legends. It's good to see inclusion of acclaimed regional film directors from India such as Adoor Gopalakrishnan from the Malayalam Cinema and Ritwik Ghatak from the Bengali Film Industry.

Some disappointment you may have because it leaves modern directors Christopher Nolan, Paul Thomas Anderson and Alfonso Cuaron. This book also ignores legends like Francis Ford Coppola and Roman Polanski but still the 50 that it talks about are legends and you will love understanding the approach with which they make films.

-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

This review is also associated with Indiblogger and HarperCollins.

Winning is not a result, Winning is a philosophy.

I believe I am a right-brained person. No, I am not claiming I am the next Pablo Picasso or the Modern Shakespeare, but yes I am a writer. I have this dominant creative side and a less dominant logical side that makes me feel that winning is not creative, winning is too logical and mainstream, winning is overrated. Now, that goes for anyone who believes winning is largely claiming the first position. 

If you have a more profound definition of winning, than just merely reaching the top slot, you are in for a wise conversation about Winning.

I have my own beliefs about winning which I want to achieve as I grow old.

I am 24 years old, sometimes I have this conversation with my best friend about the stupid things I did when I was 16 or 17. I regret some personal or academic decisions I made at that age. Sometimes even worse, I desire to go back in time and change the set of events that happened. I hate myself when I don't appreciate my present, but then I recollect the last time somebody appreciated my work, how they gave a couple of precious hours of their lives thinking about what I wrote, it is that moment of appraisal when I feel that I won something. Respect, may be.

When I didn't care whether I should wear this White shirt or the Grey shirt for my paper presentation in the College Auditorium and I was more worried about the points I could make in that presentation, I felt I won. I won some wisdom as I grew old because when I was a teenager, the color of the shirt did matter. 

When I finish singing my favorite song in the shower or when I dance within the closed doors of my living room without being interrupted, I win. I win the pleasure of being at my craziest Avatar.

When I beat my personal best score in the maths test, yet not making the Top 10 in the class. I win comfort. The comfort of knowing the improvement I made without wasting my time on being jealous for the guy who topped, because for me the race has only one competitor and that's me.

So, I will win when I will be at a Bar watching a game of cricket with my best friends at 60. I will win when the greatest link to my past would be my siblings and not some photo album on Facebook. I will win when I will be 80 years old and have my children and grandchildren around me without anything to offer but time. 

When I will have a thousand stories to narrate to my grandchildren about my parents because I will win respect for the fact that I had time for my parents and the urge to know and understand them.

I wrote this article on winning as I desire to meet the greatest winners of the society we live in at the India Today Conclave 2014. 

IndiBlogger is providing another golden opportunity to the Indian Bloggers to feel good about Blogging.

"The Day 'Delhi' Stood Still.." @Ambipur Indiblogger Meet..

It was Saturday, 6th of July, when I geared up for the 4th IndiBlogger Meet of my life. The 3rd in New Delhi. I attended meets sponsored by HP, Spice and Vodafone in the past, so it was my first non-technical IndiBlogger meet. 

I reached the Hyatt at the Delhi Bhikaji Cama Place at 1.30PM sharp because you just can't miss even one segment of IndiBlogger meets. There were a dozen bloggers standing right outside one of the gates of Hyatt waiting for entering the "holy place." I greeted a few and introduced myself. 

I made some straight away friend in Saransh and Sameep and came to know that its their first meet. I felt like a mentor there. The feeling was funny. As the ball room was still yet to open... we had some cookies and a cup of coffee outside the ball room. Those were delicious and exotic.

Once we entered the ball room, there was a great atmosphere inside... Everything was just FreshNHappy... all thanks to Ambipur. Saransh, Sameep and I sat together. 

First up, Anoop Johnson showed us the pics mailed to indiblogger by the bloggers. The images were of things that stink and only Ambipur can help get rid of its bad smell. A guy named Jatin Israni took self shots and mailed  to Indiblogger,  he looked very high to Anoop. High as in ecstasy. The winner was of course a pic of "DogShit" captured by a girl, I forgot her name.

The second segment was by Nihaal, he gave us a crash course on headbanging... literally... you must be wondering, what the hell is this headbanging. I wondered too. But after a while, I started enjoying it and was missing my long hairs I used to have 2-3 years ago. When they played the music during the headbanging, I felt like a part of a metal band.

Photo Courtesy: IndiBlogger

After this, there was the intro session, not the usual 30 seconds of fame, but for people, who could never introduce themselves even after 3-4-5 blogger meets. They broke the silence finally. There were many interesting intros and some charming ones as well. And a long one by some Chartered Accountant. 

Some of the intros that I remember were from Gv Sparx, a friend of mine from the blogosphere who spoke of Akanksha Dureja, another friend and an Indiblogger Meets enthusiast and told us how she misses Indiblogger Meets. That was a beautiful gesture. Another Intro I remember was from Jyotsana Verma, she spoke of her blog which makes organ transplants readily available for the needy, she is really doing a fantastic job as a blogger. Another blogger's intro was longer than his own career as a CA, I am not sure what he was talking about, but I guess he started narrating some real events of his life. It was weird.

Just after the intros, we were asked to do lunch and return within 45 minutes to our seats. The food looked divine; Biryani, Chicken, Pasta, and many more made it look so outlandish, added with desserts. It was lovely and made all of us FreshNHappy. During the lunch, I spoke with Sir Arvind Passey and Arvind Mohan about the former's interview with Mr. Arvind Kejriwal. I also met his wife Mrs. Sangeeta Passey, it was lovely meeting the lady. Sir passey even complemented me, by saying that I look more glamorous in real than in my facebook profile picture. I was like whoa.. but honestly, that is a way of a gentleman making others comfortable around him. Later we discussed about interesting blogging contests with Aditya Bhasin and Ankit Chugh. 

During the lunch, I hand shaken some more people, to remember a few, Himadri, Gv Sparx, Priyanka Dey, Tanya Garg and Anubhuti. Anubhuti was a lovely poet and gave her intro in a poetic way. Well that was it. 

Photo Courtesy: IndiBlogger

Photo Courtesy: IndiBlogger

Just before I was entering the ball room, I finally got the chance to speak to the craziest people in the world, "The Viral Fever Guys: College Q-tiyapa". I am a big fan of their gags and when I was talking to him. Some dialogues from their "Gangs of Social Media" Gag were revolving in my head, especially this one; "Facebook ka, Twitter ka, LinkedIn ka, sab ka ID banayega tera faizal..." Click here to go through the video on YouTube. It even featured on YouTube's homepage for a week or so.

The real craziness started only after the lunch. When I went back to the ball room, I found that the seats are changed and it was hard to find a vacant seat. Anyway, I found Saransh and Sameep and joined them in some of the central areas of the ball room. A lady, from the Ambipur Team grabbed the mic and asked the bloggers about different kinds of bad smell. We were provided an Ambipur Room Freshner, during the time she spoke. I got a "Blossoms and Breeze."

Photo Courtesy: IndiBlogger

Distinguished by different fragrances, we were divided into teams, each team had a different fragrance as a symbol. Ambipur Room Freshner comes in many fragrances, so we had a good number of teams. Even there were two teams within a team. The teams were to perform and make a little act, kind of a commerical for the Ambipur Freshners. Even there were Project Managers for each of the team, my team's Project Manager [yeah.. literally] were Ashish and Jasmeet. 

So our act was a bit illogical, actually it made no sense at all.. :p, our act was to sing a romantic song and change a few words and stuff Ambipur in it.. haha... I know it sounds weird.. So I did the playback singing for Gaurav Agarwalla, Himangi Bhardawaj and Cheena Chopra, who performed on the song I sung; jaadu teri nazar.. Well there were some other segments of our act as well, but its better not to talk about the weird act anymore. I had a little chat about random things and became friends with Jeffrey, Gaurav,  Vikram and Mahima. Mahima was a facebook friend already, but I haven't met her till then. Among other team members I remember were Aditya Nath Jha, Pulkit Juneja, Ashwani Kumar, Rakesh Narang, Rohit Chugh and Vivek Chamolli. 

Speaking of performances, there were some really fantastic ones. The one in which zombies were killed using AmbiPur fresheners. A blogger gave a 'never to forget' expression after turning into a zombie in the act. I loved that act.

Photo Courtesy: IndiBlogger

Another act were smelly cats [the anti hero/heroine] was shot down by AmbiMan [the superhero] was cool. When Ironman, Batman, Superman and even HanuMan failed. AmbiMan did what must be done. This act won.

Anyways, after that, the defining moment came... the one my title is all about. Anoop asked us to define our blogs in a pose, and there was some really interesting poses. It was the best moment of the meet. A lady with arms widespread and head towards the sky [ceiling] was selected as the one with the best pose. Although, I had a similar pose too, but they certainly didn't notice my pose. [And I have no grudges with IndiBlogger Team for this..]But I am really happy that IndiBlogger asked all of us to define our blogs in a pose, it made me love blogging even more. It was so simple yet so tough to express your blog in one body posture. I just loved every single pose. In a way, they all made sense.

 Photo Courtesy: Ankit Chugh

Photo Courtesy: Ankit Chugh

Just minutes before I was leaving Hyatt after grabbing my t-shirt, [the 5th one by Indi], I saw Priyanka Dey with Garima Obrah and had a minute long chat with her, and I saw Tiku Di coming with her son. It was a wonderful feeling when she recognized me. I could not resist to capture a photograph of the three beautiful ladies.

IndiBlogger Meet is one event, where nothing is non-sense. All your crazy ideas are appreciated by the other bloggers. People respect you for the idea you made. Nothing is crap, when you are an artist. 

If you aren't a blogger yet, just be. Find your skill and make a blog out of it. 

P.S: I have mentioned so many names in my post, as an expression that it is really nice to go out and socialize. It is good to have so many like minded friends who understands your passion for something. It took me 4 blogger meets [3 in Delhi, 1 in Mumbai] to really come out of my shell and talk to other people. But when I did, I was more than happy, people are nice, they are ready to accept and listen to you. Life is beautiful.

The Ultimate Payback [Short Fiction]

He was 24 years old, A School dropout, alcoholic, Eve-teaser and a name people hated in the neighbourhood.

He was a greedy soul. He was so greedy that he could even kill a person for money. One day he saw people coming out of a big 5 star hotel with gift hampers in their hands. He went to ask about the hampers and found out that there was a bloggers meet going on at the 5 star hotel, which was organized by IndiBlogger, a website which has recently achieved the “1 Crore venture” milestone. His eyes sparkled, when he imagined one followed by seven zeros. 

He wanted those hampers too. Although he could snatch one of those hampers from some not-so-strong person, but he thought let’s get it the right way this time and let’s be a part of this website, which will give him unlimited golden eggs every now and then.

But there was one big issue, He had no idea, what is a blog and what one is supposed to do after being a blogger. But free gift hampers kept him alive and he started learning about blogs. He understood that blogging is about writing your point of views any personal or public issues and sometimes about yourself as well.

As he hardly cared about the society, he made a useless blog and wrote about random useless stuffs of his life. He wrote about his favourite cigarette and about the hottest girls in his School. I tell you, he was one evil mind who everyone hated. But that doesn’t changed him. He posted photos of his latest Tees, which had some cheesy slogan written about girls. People hated him for his existence.

So after a good 30-40 blog posts, he signed up for Indiblogger and they approved his blog. He attended bloggers meet in Delhi, Mumbai, Chennai, Bangalore and everywhere else only for free goodies, flash drives, cell phones and free food. He didn’t socialize. He was stalking other female bloggers.

But, he could never win big prizes. Only because he was not a true blogger, who blogs from his heart. His greed paid him nothing big. He participated in contests as well. But hardly won gifts apart from consolation prizes.

There was one thing he desired from the core of his Heart. A Sony Experia Z, he wanted that phone. He demanded for that to his dad, but instead, his dad scolded him for his expenses and for the shame he has been for the family. He was so desperate for material things, that at times he went sick, if he couldn’t get some“thing”. Even his family hated him.

His bad habits like smoking and chewing tobacco caused him serious injury in his gums, and at times, blood came out of his gums, but he continued to smoke and chew tobacco and attended Indiblogger meets for free flash drives instead of visiting a good doctor.

And then, one day the bleeding became unstoppable. He finally went to a dentist and was told for an operation for his gums. He was admitted, operated and was bed ridden for the next 10 days.

When he returned home, he opened the Indiblogger website to check if there is any new contest or any opportunity to get anything “FREE”.

And he found that he lost a big opportunity to win the cell phone he always desired for. The Sony Experia Z. That was an ultimate payback for ignoring gum problems. For all your bad deeds, one day you have to pay for it all.

This post is a part of the contest by Colgate and IndiBlogger. Read the My Healthy Speak Blog to understand more about it.

-Amrit Rukhaiyaar 

[Images were found through Google search]

My Versatile Bloggers.

[This blog post is primarily focused on the bloggers I truly admire for their work, kindly forgive me for providing any content you find unnecessary for the title of the post. This one is all about my admiration for some true artists.]

I can proudly call myself an official versatile blogger now. Reason: The Versatile Blogger Award given to me by one of my close writer friend Harshita Shrivastava. Thanks a lot Harshita.

 A few words about this wonderful friend of mine.

Harshita is a great writer, who pours her heart on paper, I have read almost all her blog posts on Relationship Vows, and I say every time "Man, that was so very true".  She also writes book reviews quite regularly on her other blog, Dream V/s Reality. Harshita once sent me her manuscript for reviews, which I have preserved in my favorite book rack, although I never replied to her about how I liked her work because I thought I am too ordinary to judge a 'class apart' substance. Harshita is going to be a published writer very soon with her debut novel "One in a million". I wish her all the best for the book and all her future endeavors.

Now there are certain rules/rituals with these awards, you must follow these if I pass it on to you.

Rules

1. Thank the person who has nominated you and shout out loud.

2. Pass on the award to 10-15 bloggers.

3. State 7 random facts about yourself.

4. Post the award pic on your wall.

RULE #1

Thank the person who has nominated you and shout out loud.

Thank you so much Harshita... I have Great expectations  from your book. All the best.

RULE #2

Pass on the award to 10-15 bloggers.

I pass this award to :

Chronic Writer from Chronicwriter. [I'd like to call him like that only, he is the best.]

Purba Ray from Amusings. [She is humorous, sensible and straight forward at the same time.]

Arvind Passey from Real Fiction. [He is like an idol, the most creative person, I have ever came across.]

Chintan Gupta from The Blunt Blog. [She is a genuinely serious lady, read her blog with a glass of whisky for better understanding].

Saru Singhal from Words. [never thought, I would be so much into poetry, only before I saw her blog.]

Anshuman Prasad from A JourneyCalled Life. [blogging is what I learnt from him, my real brother, hard-worker. true engineer.]

Surbhi Jain from Simplifyy. [a lesser known blogging name among others, still her blog has a string attached with me.]

Rickie Khosla from Who Cares What Ithink.[he insults like anything, I love his hatred for many things (saif-eena's post, for example), he is the 2nd most funny blogger after chronicwriter.]

Akanksha Dureja from Direct DilSe. [She believes she can change the world with blogging, I believe in her. Hats off to the revolutionary posts she writes.]

Harsh Snehanshu from Synergy. [Traveller, Writer, Inspirational. He inspires me the most, many a times, I want to live his life.]

Aalooran Rahman Bora from Quixote. [A Blogger with a great insight, taught me to write 55 fiction.]

Joshi Daniel from Joshi DanielPhotography. [My Favorite Photo Blogger, He is unbeatable, Truly the Best, I know of.]

I have met some of them in person, thanks to the Indiblogger Meets.

RULE #3

State seven random facts about yourself

1. I am a random Professional. I want to be something new [apart from being a writer] every fortnight or month.

2. I love maverick characters.

3. I wanna attain cult status with a literary masterpiece of mine.

4. Even though, I have always maintained that I don't wanna be an engineer and I have a writer's soul in me, there lies a fact that I am a very TECHNICAL person.

5. I love Computers, people cry their mouths out about global warming and other natural causes, I still feel Technology was always needed.

6. I don't sleep much, I like to keep my eyes open.

7. I am an already convinced person. Well that means, a salesman can easily fool me with those cheesy lines they were taught.

RULE #4

Post the award pic on your wall

Love you each and every reader of mine :)

Thanks.

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

Love marriage or Arrange marriage? Does it really matter?

The following post is written as a part of a contest by Indi blogger in association with Sony Entertainment Television’s new TV Soap “Love marriage ya arrange marriage”.

Marriage, what is it? Technically it is a ceremony in every religion where a man and a woman commits unanimously to be together and promises to be loyal in the relationship, taking something like an oath to  responsibly take care of their spouse until death. But is this oath makes any difference when taken in a love marriage or when taken in an arrange marriage… huh… I don’t think so… promises are promises that can be broken any day, it does not need you to be a part of a particular kind of wedding. I have seen some failed love marriages, and at the same time, many beautiful marriages which never failed, only because it was not an arranged one. Even with arrange marriages, some people can never strike the cupid, hopeless people they are, some believes love should only be displayed secretly and alone, thus they fail to present the public display of affection to let their partners know that whatever the society thinks of it, my love for you is more important than anything in the world. There is a beautiful event that can only happen in an arranged form of marriage, that’s knowing and exploring the life of your spouse while living with him or her, that privilege is not possible in a love marriage in most of the cases because you got to know almost everything about your mate long before you tie the knot. Some time I believe that arrange marriage is unethical in a way. Imagine sharing bed with someone who you know for only a month or two, how can you trust a guy or gal about his/her past if they might have shared everything about their bad past relationships. In such a little time, can you actually believe that they have changed as a human being…? Sometimes I doubt that, I really do. But at the same time, I have a solution for it for those who is against love marriage, you should keep the relationship for at least a year or may be a further 6 months to know your partner as a person and also to clear your doubts and make sure if he/she is really a faithful person in relationship. Love marriage has also its flaws like the lack of hesitation and formalities between the partners which sometimes leads the relationship to too much of demands personally or financially. Also in a love marriage there is a maximum probability of comparison between your pre and post marriage life that is very natural but your partner may not understand this natural change. Love marriages also have an advantage, your partner knows your weaknesses and strengths from the very starting of your married life and things become easier to accomplish. Whatever the form of marriage one does for himself, Love is above these classifications of marriage. It depends from person to person how he makes it beautiful either by loving the arrangement done by elders or by arranging a love relationship for a lifetime where marriage will only be another milestone.

And don’t you forget to like its Facebook page.

www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

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.

http://www.facebook.com/ilovelakme

-Amritt 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

My IndiScore: Coming of Age.

It was june 2011, when I joined IndiBlogger, I was a less frequent blogger then (am still only a weekly blogger) with some 40 posts on my blog, Indiblogger analysed my blog score 57, considering my 40 posts. But now I was no fresher to Indiblogger, it started to analyse my score on the basis of my monthly Activity, so in the next month, I managed to get only 35 out of 100, this made me understand how I need to be more frequent with blog-posts, the next time I leaped my way through 38, posting a couple more posts than the previous month that passed. In the next month that followed, I came up with a good 58 scores, I was satisfied, but still I wanted to attain the 70s and 80s and perhaps 90s mark. The next score came down to 53, but somehow I managed to keep myself in the 50s. 

And then this happened:

I went to attend HP Indi Blogger Meet in New Delhi on 11th of December, 2011, and learnt a lot from many bigger names in the Art of blogging, and made some friends and admirers too, I found some legendary bloggers too in that "sacred" event, whom I admire a lot when it comes to writing/blogging. Although I posted only 6 times since that bloggers meet "extravaganza", my blog has got huge number of hits, it made a flaunting impact with December 2011 being the highest visited month of my blog with 700 visitors, and then January 2011 surpassed the previous best with over a thousand hits in just 20 days and still counting. As for comments, 16 people cared to comment on my blog post before the blogger meet, but these 2 months have been revolutionary for my blog, a growth of over 300% more readers and 2000% more comments, my indiScore came of age and is now a whopping 72.

I wish I keep up the good score to higher extents..

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

How AMAR's fiery tongue got rid of SALMAN's Anger..

It was a weekend this july, when AMAR encountered one of the most thrilling events of his life. After working hard, the whole week, he finally thought that it's time to party even harder. So he called up his old Pals SID and SKY. The three of them decided to go to this pub called VENOM at Bandra, Mumbai. 

At around 7.30 PM, Sky picked up Amar and reached to the Venom disc, Sid came with her girl friend SHONALI on his new possession, he bought a week ago, The Harley Davidson Iron 883, he just loved it more than himself.

Unlike college days, life was easy for the three of them, they had pretty safe and secured jobs in different MNCs, which earned them handsome salaries. So ignoring the tariffs, they ordered expensive food and liquor and partied hardcore. All they wanted to have an unforgettable party yet again.

Sid and Shonali ran to the dance floor as soon as they reached the place, they looked beautiful while coupling on the dance floor. Every other couple faded in the glamour of this duo. Amar was envious of them, Amar had a perfect life, he had everything close to perfection in his life but a girlfriend was only he never managed to have, it was something Amar must have written on top of his priorities, he just needed a girl and that too, too desperately.

At around 11.45 PM, Sky dropped Amar some blocks away from his house, as Amar wanted to take a little walk before being home to avoid the hangover next morning, also Amar had his way of enjoying the ecstasy of liquor, a bit alone at the end of its effect.

As Amar headed to his place, he saw two tall girls walking on the other side of the road. He decided to go and talk to them and try his luck.

He knew he was too drunk to pour any decency, but still he couldn't resist his desperation, so he didn't stop and went to them.

"Hi girls" he striked a conversation.

"can we talk for a while ?" not quite asking.

"yes... say, do you need something?" said one of them.

"No, not at all, but I want to give you my company for a while"

"I am Amar, may I know your names please" he was literally piling on.

He tried controlling his drunken mannerism, and he did an almost perfect job to it.

"Hello, Amar"

"I am SUNNY and she is my sister VIDA" Sunny did the intros.

Amar couldn't believe his luck, he never thought he could make a girl introduce herself in the middle of the night, that too when he was not even in his complete senses. Respecting his little achievement, he started to change gears.

"can we be friends..?" said Amar.

The girls did avoid being rude to a stranger, so they behaved well then.

"yeah, sure" Vida said .

Amar liked her positive gesture and all of a sudden, he developed an infatuation for Vida. As they walked more, Amar kept putting proposals after proposals. He was in no mood to move his foots away from the accelerator, so he kept blabbering all through. For some reasons, these girls agreed to everything Amar said or proposed.

"lets meet up tomorrow morning then" Amar fixed the date too.

"why not"

"by the way, thats our home, next to this building"

"we must part here"

"bbye" Vida summarized.

"okay"

"bye, sweetheart" Oh god... Perhaps Amar put on the nitrous button too early.

They rushed towards their apartment, a bit uncomfortably at the end. Amar did not notice it though. The aftereffect of the alcohol was long gone and Amar could only concentrate on, at that moment was Vida, the goddess of his life.

He admired himself more than ever. He sat on a wall near the place Vida and Sunny parted with him and planned about things to do and places to go with Vida while he inhaled a few puffs of his cigarette.

"perhaps, I should have initiated a conversation like this in college or in office"

"never mind, Amar, you did it well" Amar was talking to himself only.

As Amar was shaping his near future with caution, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"yeah..?" as he turned.

"how dare you talk to Vida and Sunny?" a tough pumped up man was standing in front of him, with him 3 other men.

Amar was frustrated at being interrupted, so he burst out on him immediately.

"what are you talking about..huh..? and who the hell are you ?" said the frustrated Amar.

"I am SALMAN"

"got it"  Salman said in aggression.

Salman was Vida's all angry, hot-headed brother, even their father couldn't stop him to fight sometimes.

"so what..? I don't know who you are talking about" Amar acted confident.

"I did nothing, okay" he continued.

Amar's confident tone somewhat pulled Salman back from his normal angry self, but still he tried to confront with words.

"Ah.. is that so, why don't we just talk to the girls then" Salman offered.

"I wont go, why would I..?" Amar protested

"if you haven't done anything wrong, why the hell are you resisting to go with me.. huh.." Salman shouted in frustration.

"Lets talk it out man" Amar pretended to be confident and went with him.

While on the 2 minute walk to Vida's home, Amar tried to remain calm and composed, he did well though, when they reached the place, Salman called up Vida.

"Vida" Salman called up from downstairs.

"Vida, just come" Salman Shouted.

Salman sends away his 3 men, as the culprit was now in his farms.

"yes bhaijaan" comes Vida with Sunny.

Seeing her, Amar had a sense of relief, after all Vida and Amar connected quite well hardly 15 minutes ago.

"is he the guy ?" Salman asked.

"yes bhai, he is the one" Vida confirmed within a blink of the eye. Of course, Amar had to  pay the penalty for speeding up like that, his desperation was something that needed to be fixed.

Amar's face went pale, he was dumb struck to Vida's this version, he went into flashback of the last 30 minutes of his life now, every single word he said to Vida and every reaction of her, the parts when he asked her to be friends with him or when he offered to meet her the next morning, he still could not figure out what exactly went wrong, although he never realized that a guy is not supposed to be piling on a girl without permission, and that too when your clock says "its almost midnight, buddy" with all the thoughts processing in his brain, he was continously looking at Salman biceps now. 

"what should I do with you now Amarrrr..." Salman was roaring like a lion.

Amar took a deep breath and continued in his very calm and composed way, he carried right from the time, Salman came to confront him, he settled himself to another act of confidence, and then he started to speak finally.

"Oh... so you are Vida, he is talking about" Amar said looking at his 'ex-presumed girl friend'.

"first of all, these women started the conversation with me" Amar lied straight in their face.

"I was going to my home, when they asked me for a lighter"

"I don't understand why the hell they wanted this lighter." Amar tried playing melo-drama here.

"what" Salman's eyes widened , the girls went in shock.

"Vida.. do you smoke.. sunny..?" Salman furiously enquired.

"No.. Bhai jaan we don't smoke at all, he is a big-time liar." the girls almost cried out loud.

"Aww... how sweet of you, of course he will trust you only, after all you two are the women here" Amar tried to make them look like fools" but I know the truth okay."

"I will not let him buy what you are trying to sell here" Amar announced.

"look... you" Salman tried to threaten Amar. "I know guys like you, I  can see that you are drunk and may be you went out of your mind." Salman spoke. 

"but you messed with the wrong guy, you get that?" Salman said.

"listen brother" Amar said while rounding his arms around Salman's neck. "am I the first person in this area who have been drunk at this time of the clock, no.. right..?" Amar played his cards well.

"you look like a man of style, I am sure, drinking is not a big issue for you" Amar continued.

"why are you relating the alcohol with this matter." Amar finished.

"I am not relating it, I just want you to confess and apologize to start with." Salman started being reasonable now, that got rid of his anger a little bit.

Amar noticed it well, and started to take an upper hand over Salman.

"Listen man... enough now.." Amar shouted. "I live in this place from last 10 years" although he was hardly residing there since 3 months, but he didn't stop "I have more contacts than you. People know me well enough to take my side on this stupid issue."

"Are you threatening me..hmm.." Salman asked with his eyes sharpened.

"No, I am not threatening" Amar calms himself down seeing Salman's anger building again.

"I tell you one thing......" Started Amar.

Amar was looking for some good cheesy lines to get out of this ugly situation, and then he saw a large banner of a political campaign by SANJU BABA, a good powerful figure of the area, rather known for his Bhai-giri, he was once an MLA of the area, Amar and Salman have their houses in. Aware of this fact, Amar tries this ACE of the pack right then at the right moment.

"I want to let you know, that I know Sanju baba, very well" Amar tries to threaten now.

"and he knows what kind of guy I am, so you better watch out whom you are talking with." Amar said in style.

"really.. how the hell do you know Sanju Baba" asked Salman rather amazed to know Baba talks to guys like him too, but still he was out of aggression now.

"that is another thing, but he is a dear friend of me." Amar lied straight away.

"listen brother.. you don't have to tell about this little endeavor of us to Sanju Baba, he is a good friend of mine too and I don't wanna make his friends, my enemy." Salman was melting now like anything.

"Hmm... I am not going to discuss it anywhere and I won't tell him either, but you can't just  shout on decent people over here, just like that without even cross checking the situation twice and if needed, more times than that. By the way, if you are Sanju's friend, you are virtually my friend, so tell me if you need any favor". Amar turned the situation a full 360 degrees in his favors now.

Although he was nervous enough hearing about the friendship between Salman and Sanju, but he couldn't let it show up on his face anyways,  he prayed to god that by any means, the man in the banner must not know about it that he used his name like this, but still he continued.

"and as for your sisters, I would only say, they have now a big brother called Amar." oh my god, Amar tried to talk like Sanju now.

meanwhile, the girls could only listen to what Amar had in store for them, since he made them quiet in the very initial stages of the debate by dragging them to this smoking thing. Salman was still unsure of the fact if their sisters smoke or not, so they had no other choice rather than being silent and listen to the men talking.

"great" Salman said. "lets shake hands here and never misunderstand each other again." Salman handshaked.

"Sure, I think they are not the woman I talked with by the way, perhaps there is a great confusion all along. they don't look like smokers anyway" Amar said.

"yes... yes... yes.. yes..." the girls had only this much to say.

By saying this, Amar avoided the virtual smoke-test on the girls and perhaps its consequences on him later. The girls were at least relaxed now, although they did not succeed to get rid of Amar, Amar took them out of this ugly situation.

"are you sure" Salman asked cautiously.

"yepp" replied Amar.

"phew...thats good then" Salman was happy now.

"okay, I must go now" 

" I have more important things to do in life any ways" Amar taunted and walked away in style. He did walk fast though, avoiding any other question by Salman.

In about 2-3 minutes, Amar was out of sight. As Amar reached his home, it was already 1.15 AM, he called up Sid and Sky and did a conference call with them. the guys laughed like hell. They were extra impressed by Amar, considering he pulled himself out of a rather too deep 'shitty' situation.

and that is how Amar's FIERY TONGUE helped him come out of this ugly situation.