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]

Happy Birthday John Lennon

One of my greatest idols John Lennon was born on this day, 9th October, 1940.

John Lennon was the founder member of The Beatles.

This post will be very short and quick. I will only dispense some of the greatest "John Lennon Quotes" tonight. 

"If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the sixties, thats his problem. Love and Peace are eternal".

"Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans".

"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality".

"If everyone demanded peace instead of television set, then there'd be peace".

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I wrote down 'happy'".

"I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists".

"Reality leaves a lot to the imagination".

"the more I see the less I know for sure".

"I am not going to change the way I look, I have always been a freak all my life, and I have to live with that you know. I am one of those people".

"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives".

[John Lennon's signature]

If you have been a Beatles fan, please share this as much as possible. We owe that to Lennon, who made us believe that there is nothing wrong being freak.

He was the best, we ever had.


-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

The Two Kinds of People

I believe there are more kinds of people than the number of colors or their shades present, but there are only two kinds of people I really admire. 

The Punctually Focused ones: They are like your corporate bosses, never late, hair combed strongly, shirt well tucked in, shoe polished. They don't know this thing called being late, everything they do; they do well ahead of time. They get good grades in school, then get a good engineering college [or medical, nothing else] they don't waste too much time thinking what career they should choose. They agree to the masses, if this is the boom right now, they will go for it. Then they get a good job in some MNC, work in there; get regular promotions and ends up retiring there only. They close all the doors that can lead them to "think out of the box". So, despite of having an average IQ level, these people achieve everything the society demands out of a citizen. They have many small targets which they achieve one after another.  They become the perfect spouse too, buying their wives happiness. The Best Part is: They have one single agenda, Hard Work. They believe: “if you want this, you must work hard”. 

And the other kind I admire:

The Passionately Focused ones: They have a purpose, they have one passion or a set of passion, thinking of which they spend all their day. They don’t wake for days and they don’t sleep for days too. They are estranged from family, because when they listened to their family they could not come up with the kind of art they had produced living alone with austerity. They don’t try to please the society, actually it works only this way; they are better artist because they only please themselves. They are brave, if they don’t like your company, they will throw you out of your house and if they like it, they will die for you. Their friends try to suggest them that how they should live according to the society but they listen to their heart only. They know, they don’t belong to the society, so they happily leaves their family, they don’t run after getting married or having kids. The Best Part is: Whatever they do, they do with passion, and they spend all their life to find one answer or may be a couple of them. In short, their life are wasted till the most part of it, when one day they achieve their one and only target, like a painting idea struck with an unusual finish to it, or a literary twist comes up in mind after some 10 years. They are mavericks. They are understood by other mavericks only. They believe: “I am born for this, let’s not waste time doing that”.

And then there is the third kind, the people of the 21^st century, it’s sad but we can’t be like the 2^nd kind I mentioned. However passionate we tell ourselves; you have to admit, at some point even your soul mate finds you crazy and then you start behaving maturely to please your better half and in this way you can never be a passionately focused soul. Almost every day we have to ignore our passion for some other responsibility of our family or our career or kids or anyone else. Even a passionate movie maker in India is bound to use the F*** word many a times, what if one of his scenes demands such obscenity and abusiveness, why can’t he use it. As a result, his passionate abusing scene has been taken to toll by the society.  

But there is always the first kind you can be.

-Amritt Rukhaiyaar

Such A Great Thought

This post could have been a FB status update as well... because its gonna be real short... but I thought this one is important and special and that's why it is surely going to my blog...

I was watching the footage of Stay free Indi Blogger Meet for women, from Mumbai. Thanks to the IB team, they have added another feather in the cap by providing live footage of some meets to those who couldn't come.

Prasoon Joshi was the chief guest there, we all know he is a great poet and lyricist, some credits to his name are songs from Taare Zameen Par, Fanaa, Rang de Basanti, Hum Tum, Delhi-6 and many more.

As he told the bloggers, a trivia about some song of his: 

Once AR Rahman went to him and asked him to write a song for Delhi-6, which starts like Maula, Maula Maula Mere Maula... and he sang only this part and told him to write further, and he couldn't write a single line for an entire year, and one day he thought of an old woman from his hometown who used to come to the dargaah, with so many cracks on her forehead and  thus he gave a thought, what was it, she wanted the almighty [allah] to do for her, and he thought perhaps she wants god to remove her cracks from her head and her life... and thus he wrote those lines which said: 

 "Dararein Dararein Maathe Pe Maula, Maramat Mukaddar Ki Kar Do Maula, Mere Maula...." 

wow.. this was one great tale I heard in a long time, I am loving this song more than ever now after hearing this little trivia by Prasoon Joshi...!!

Such a great thought...!!

"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

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

2012: Plans and Strategy.

Of all the new years that came in the recent past, 2012 is perhaps one of the most important one, for personal, academic and global reasons. I wish a very happy new year to all my readers, I hope all of you do well in your lives, while I'll try to write even more on my blog than what I claim. Speaking of which, I must share with you the resolution I made on January 1, 2011, I promised myself to be delivering blog posts at least twice a week, but all I could do is 1 post every 2 week. that was sad and of course my bad.


 I blogged 27 times last year and I am really disappointed with it, I am not going to have a future for my blog if I go on like this, so starting with some resolutions:

1)    I will blog at least once in a week. [not being too ambitious]
2)    I will try to be a better human being and citizen of my country. [one should always consider this one]
3)    I will release my book, before 23rd of April. [this one is really important]
4)    I will be reading more and more now. [read more, write better]
4.1) I will move on a little from fiction and read some real material like Biography or Philosophy.
4.2) I will start reading Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler, this week only [its my dream read]
5)    I'd start earning this year [it will be important to mention for motivation]
6)   'I' will be more productive than usual. [will explain it after something I will produce out of creativity]
7)    I will be a bigger researcher of the Hollywood Industry. [I already am, but'll dig more nose than usual]


And now some thanksgiving as I did it last year as well, before that I should pour some stats over the place below:

Total number of visitors in 2010: 1580
Total number of visitors in 2011: 4190 [that is when I joined Indi Blogger]

people from Finland hit my blog the most of number of times in 2010, this year in 2011, its USA, where my blog has been read some 700 times. [both the countries are behind India of course]so thanks to all the Americans out there, and there is this reader from Mountain view, California who really likes to read my blog, thanks to him/her as well, and I'd say thanks to Indi Blogger who are mainly responsible for having an almost 300% growth of visitors on my blog in one year.

Biggest Event of 2011 for me:  December, The HP Indi Blogger meet in New Delhi, it introduced me to great bloggers from India.
Next best thing that happened with me in May: Mail Today published my little articles thrice on 5th, 19th and 24th may in their Interactive section. It was really appreciating. Links are HERE, HERE and HERE.

Thanks for the enhanced appreciation.
I couldn't ask for more in just 18 months of my blog.

-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

The Indian Army: a Dream or a Fantasy.

It happened to me less than a month ago.. My college, took us to MHOW [abbreviated as Military Headquarters of War] a cantonment near Indore to introduce and to let us know the basics of Indian Army and to see how these respectable army men actually spend their lives.

We woke up at 5 in the morning, and took the bus from one common pick up point at around 0600 hrs.

With our best set of shoes and a comfortable outfit, everyone of us [we were nearly 300 in numbers] went prepared well enough to spend a day with the militants and practice if given a chance.

The 1st session was awesome. We sat uphill and saw a dozen or two of tanks and missiles running all around and a demonstrator was indicating everything, that was going on, on a map and a simultaneous commentary was going on as well.

We enjoyed every second of it, and even made notes.

I envied the soldiers who was running those tanks and had the privilege of shooting the missiles.

I cursed my life and luck, but came to my senses after a minute or two.

We were happy to be at least being photographed with those "Larger-than-life" machines.

We were not allowed to take photographs but later they only asked us to keep the pictures away from Social Networking sites, Facebook and Twitter to name a few.

The 2nd session was the best, for the first time in my life, I saw a missile being fired with my naked eyes, the sound it made was a smashing roar or what we call a blasting experience of your ears.

I tell you a fact, those missile went upto 1.5 kms without even shaping itself in a curve. Once it take a projectile motion, you can imagine the rest.

Then we had tank ride, on top of the tanks we sat and roamed for half an hour around the base,  it was a great experience.

There happened the Mood Swing.

I was tired by then in the scorching sunlight.

I wanted to go home and sleep by now.

They took us to another session to show some canon shot.

Honestly Speaking, I did not want to sit there for even a second. I asked myself, can I be an army man, and I answered me as well, "no way". I am just not an army material.


And now the thought I gave to it.

I mean, I love my country. I really do. I can help it by doing good for the society, but till that day, I wanted to be a soldier somewhere deep inside my heart.

But I found it more as a job, and not as a service to the nation, rather I help the poor everyday on the streets by providing food, cloth and shelter to them.

I came to this conclusion, almost 80% of us, civilians, talk of going to army or envy their life. Realize if its really a dream or just an infatuation or fantasy. Most of us don't really deserve that 'sacred' place, talking is the shittiest thing we do all the time, but doing is what it really takes. 

I did all the big-mouthed-ness too till the day when I spent some 10 hours with them, and now I admit, it was only a fantasy for me. I don't want to be a soldier anymore and above all, honestly I can't and I don't deserve it.

I am not hating myself today, not loving either.



-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

The Indi Blogger Meet: A lifetime Experience

   Yesterday, It was a Sunday of course, but mind you it was not an ordinary one. I have been postponing my plans to attend a INDI BLOGGER MEET since last 3 months but finally I attended this one held at The Park Hotel, Connaught place and I realized instantly what an amazing event I had been missing since months as soon as I entered the Auditorium.

I took a seat in one of the middle rows, when a blogger on radio activity introduced himself to me as Alokesh Gupta and took a seat beside me, I had some interesting chats with him on blogging and writing. Then came a blogger called Purba Ray who made everyone at ease by knowing a bit about their blogs.

It was all chit-chat going on when the 1st segment of the meet took place. The Country Head of HP himself gave a presentation on "Original vs Fake". It was primarily focused on the new range of HP Printers, but the presentation gave a contrast on original blog post written. Good work there by Team HP.

Segment 2 : The Who's Who Round..? Our names were being outcast on the projection and we needed to define our blog and us as well in 29 seconds as the segment it self is called "29 seconds to fame".  I witnessed some great [or say interesting] bloggers out there, I would like to recall a few: there was this Karan Lugani who called himself a scientist, he goes to some school but I respect his way, he surely had a point in whatever he said.

An Old man in his late 60s was there, he told us that he has been a classmate to Amitabh Bachchan, so in a way I have an association with Mr. Big B now... lolzz.

there were some sensible ones as well, a girl called Jyotsna Verma talked about transplant of kidney and liver and people did like her unanimously and took her pretty seriously. In case you need to know more about her endeavours just Click Here.

so, from engineers to home makers to scientists to some wanna be Rushdie(s) I saw and heard everyone. 

after the Intro session was done, we were to make teams 0f 20 for a treasure hunt game, we lost it, because we fall short of smart phones. fair enough. thats you cal count as segment 3.


we had a little bit of lunch and coffee afterwards, during the lunch I interacted with more wonderful bloggers, Perfectly Imperfect and Tejaswi, they were all so inspirational, well...the food was good though.


the 2nd last segment was the best, we carried a 'board of praise' on our back, and others, if they like to, can autograph the board with some message, messages could be anything, a praise or an abuse or anything particular you want to say, I got a few interesting ones as well. [see the picture on the right..!!].




We had a fun last segment, thanks to some great names : Kapil Sibbal, Digvijay Singh, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Page and others including Suhel Seth, the bloggers did role play for each one of the mentioned name, being inteviewed by Prateek Shah, who himself was role playing for Rajdeep Dutt Goswami.


After I have returned from my first IndiBlogger Meet, I have become blog-struck and reading as many blogs as possible, I have bookmarked some 20 blogs and its like birthday gifts for me, as I am not sure which one to open first.!!!


was a great experience, am not going to miss any of it in future...


tha.nks


-Amritt Rukhaiyaar


[Plzz.. go through the links... they are all great bloggers...]

That is me in the grey jacket..!!

and that's the whole team, find me if you can, I am at the worst location in this picture.

My Novel's First Chapter: need reviews

Since birth, there had been a famous saying about me, “he is different,”

May be it meant “I don’t care”.

Some said I was extraordinarily different, I also believed the same,

Understand how..!!

I used to stammer at everything that came out of my mouth, I just couldn’t speak fluently which was the first evidential note on being different.

I never ever cared to do my home work given by my teachers, while others did those thrice in one go.

I was careless or carefree or ignorant to important things in life, everyone else in the universe around me seemed to be so punctual.

 I had the privilege of being rich among kids, when with kids rich only means to having a handsome pocket money; perhaps it was one of the sections I liked the most on debate of being different.

 I was a facilitated child, born with silver spoon which made an earlier conclusion that I was a spoiled kid, the rest of the kids during my childhood were reasonably ‘good to parents’ child.

Basically I am an awful version of a good character. The Simpler term would obviously be an anti-social facet.

I am a protagonist in an acute form of Antagonism, and that’s what I am.

My name is Aditya Ahuja and that wild introduction was mine, but I tell you what, a bad review doesn’t mean a bad film, it is only a point of view, and everyone has their own POV. Although by default I should have inherited the family business of Textiles and join the legacy of millionaires in Indore, I chose engineering, not because there lays an engineer inside me but because I wanted to try my hands at something which was not established by my family because I have this obsession of making my own silver spoon.

There are two things in my life that would have no influence of anything while making the selection, the Career I choose and the Girl I fall in love with.

Talking about Engineering, I took admission in a college called Delhi College of Engineering in Delhi, because I always have loved Delhi, Delhi is old, beautiful and glamorous, but above all, I love it because of its Dilli-ness, I have fallen for its localness and secularism for everyone, I mean the Telugus rules Andhra, Tamilians rides on Tamil Nadu, Bengali and Marathi has rights to do about anything in West Bengal and Maharashtra respectively, but Delhi, Delhi is yours, establish yourself and be a king and rule with many others like you peacefully, this city is only for the successful and not for the people who took birth in this soil. In one sentence, Delhi is so India. I love it here. While choosing to fill the engineering entrance exam forms, I took extra care that my college city must be Delhi.

So, it was the day my DCE results were to come; I went to a cyber cafe nearby because Homes can be too dangerous while checking your academic performances with your elder family mates being around you.

As I entered the enrollment number, there was deep silence in my PC cabin. It took 4 seconds to open the result.

There was not much detail provided in the result web page, it took me 2 seconds to eye a bold written THROUGH, which means selected.

“Oh yes… Oh yes yes yes… hurray…” I cried in excitement.

Everyone else gave me furious looks for being so noisy in that cozy room.

Of course they would, who cares where I am going to spend my next four years.

Anyways, I left the café ignoring all the geeks.

So what do you say guys... does it look promising.. plzz give honest comments, I am almost done with my book..!!

Who ultimately turns out to be a HERO..?

Since birth, a fascinating thing in my life is being a HERO, not particularly a superstar in Bollywood or in any other film industry, but being the stud, being the one who would have the helping hands, if we talk in an affirmative way. As I grew older, my definition for a HERO kept changing through time. During the first half of the  90's I only believed that HERO is actually a leading bicycle brand in India but later on during the second half  I found out that its the men who get opportunities to save beautiful women from the goons and have great time dancing in rain with them are the real HEROES, that was how I messed up with important words during my chilhood. During the first 5 years of the 3rd millennium when I was in the interval of 12-16 years of my age, I started watching a bit of news channels and I came across the names of leading industrialist, politicians, millionaires, philanthropists and Movie stars with asking rates in some Crore(s) per movie, my concept for a HERO took a completely different shape, I considered this theory with the formula RICHER = BETTER HERO, that was too kiddish..ain't it..? then after 2006, I came across books, books as in novels, stories, biographies etc which showed me the more artistic form of printed paper, before that the most serious thing I ever read ended either on calculus, mechanics or organic chemistry. Anyways I started reading novels and other great books by great people and I never stopped, I found HEROES in those authors who made me fall in love with their books, I aimed to be like them, or rather say I aimed to be them, one of them. I found wisdom in their thoughts and I wanted to think like my favorite authors, their clarity, I wanted to have that clarity, I read more, I started writing, writing for me, writing for others, writing to impress, writing to insult, writing to romance, writing to revolutionize, writing became an obssession for me and I saw myself become a better writer with every new project. And now the little secret I wanna share with whatever readers I have, I BECAME MY HERO, before anyone else, I admire me. Because in a way my writing started to impress me as I tried to write always better than my previous attempt and you can only be a better doer, if the ultimate source of doing id you, yourself and the conclusion I made out of it, its not what you are, how much you earn or how well you present yourself, you can only consider someone a Hero, if 'his' acts become 'your' passion. 

(No matter what, even an antagonist can become your life's biggest Hero... 

and yes... its not my egomaniac personality...I have my heroes intact in my mind, but I don't wanna share them now, I will write separate post for them later...)

The Un-usuality of my Character...

Well, It started like this... I never ever cried while going to school since my KG classes... I started partying at only 5 or 6 with a friend who lived nearby... I studied in a school where the principal disagreed on taking any tuition fees for my education until class 7th... I chose sections according to my personal needs, the needs had ranges from liberal teachers to proper locality of the class although most of the time I opted for a 'B' section as there were less competitive guys and I myself is the least competitive man I have ever met in my life... I believe only & only in improving my personal best every time I appear in a test...once in my 4th standard I noticed my class teacher did my attendance with a pencil while others were done in ink, I felt sad then...but now I realize thats the difference between the common and the different... but the true fact is that I never been different in a positive sense...

Today I guess I am going to be an Engineer in some years ,but still I am not very loyal to my degree, everyday I aspire to do something heroic, a larger than life stuff... sometimes I wanna join the Indian army, the other day I want to become bollywood superstar or sometimes a more powerful someone... All I want is to follow my heart... I am no brainy... I should be one but I am not...

I am no perfect..... not even closer to that..... but I remain happy... because I am different.... I am not that.....

............... AS USUAL BEING...............

Just not able

Hello Bloggers and my readers... its been a long time since I posted a thing on my blog... God my blog has a dark future... well I promise to come back soon with lots of stuff... so wait and watch...

I will be back soon... have a lot of things to share with my best friends....thats YOU... and moreover I am reading a lot these days... of course the Novel thing... which am a real crazy for... I will narrate some characters tooo... so wait a day or two... I just come back... take care... happy blogging...

Happy New Year

Hey... Good Evening....

I wish all my readers and followers a very happy and prosperous new year. Hope I find lots of interesting stories of my life to share with you all.

Once again Happy new year 2010 to all the BLOGGERS...

HAPPY BLOGGING..

Cheers

Amritt Rukhaiyaar